The shouts of the French soldiers instantly drowned out the "Ula" from the opposite side.
Everyone tightly gripped their guns, pointing their cold, gleaming bayonets toward the gray "waves" in front, charging with unstoppable momentum.
The entire formation was in disarray like an ant swarm; none of the soldiers knew where their formation was, nor could they find their company officers, not even familiar faces among comrades on either side.
But none of that mattered; they only knew that everyone here was a brave citizen of France.
They would crush all enemies!
"Charge!"
"Victory belongs to France!"
The white tide began to surge, quickly turning into the momentum of an avalanche.
Finally, the white and gray "waves" collided fiercely on the vast plains, as if an inaudible boom shook the heavens and earth.
Blood was scattered into the sky, mixed with roars and screams, as hundreds of soldiers from both sides fell dead instantly.
The Russians were unexpectedly shocked.
