In Namur, heavy rain poured down, shrouding the entire city in a mist of water. By the afternoon, it was as dark as night, and only faint human silhouettes could be seen a few meters away through the rain.
However, inside the city, many people were cheering in the rain. They held hands to form circles, dancing joyfully to the music and rhythmic claps, shouting as they danced.
The people told the Germans they were celebrating the arrival of the rainy season, but that was far from the truth.
They were celebrating the sounds of artillery from outside the city, celebrating the French Army's advance to Namur, and celebrating the long-awaited arrival of Shire's troops at the city gates.
Gathered together, the people whispered in the rain:
"Are we sure it's Shire's troops?"
"Of course, did you hear those fierce explosions? They say there are at least 10 artillery regiments. The Germans are getting hammered! Their end is near!"
"Will they act against us in the last moment?"
