(Officially decided that this will be based around the 1860s, so bolt action rifles, trench warfare and modern artillery are present, however, there is going to be a lack of machine guns).

After two days, it appeared the reinforcement forces of Nitsa has arrived, as vast columns began to cross the frozen river of Chuhe, though their eyes seemed slightly squinting, as a result of the morning sun that had risen over the cliffs of where revolutionaries are entrenched at.

Hu Caochang held a rather well-polished binocular in his right hand, while in his free hand, he raised it in a manner so that it would be clearly visible to the person standing next to him, who threw a lit torch into a large basin filled with piles of wood, causing a large column of smoke to arise.

As the smoke rises, the sound of massive drums too could be heard, though it would be soon overshadowed by the sound of artillery. The artillery itself was a mixture of the previously captured breech loading artillery, along with the more traditional muzzleloading artillery pieces, both fixed, hidden behind a large pile of sandbags behind the main firing-line of the trenches.

The sound of the artillery pieces was deafening, and the scattered parts of various corpses could be seen.

Soon afterwards, the Nitsa artillery, too, began to fire, targeted particularly toward the main firing line, although the soldiers had rendered it ineffective as they hide within the shelters spaced throughout the trenches.

They had fared far better than the soldiers manned by Nitsa, who was still crossing the frozen river under the heavy shelling.

As the enemy soldiers advanced closer, Hu Caochang once more raised his hand, showing three-finger.

The individual next to him proceeds to take a portion of the wood away, causing the smoke to become smaller.

Thus, the artillery hidden behind the sandbags temporarily stopped, leaving only the sound of the Nitsa artillery. Though it did not last long, the Nitsa forces managed to make significant progress.

The period of advancement did not manage to last long, soon the barrage of artillery targeted toward the Nitsa forces commenced once more as the artillery had finished adjusting.

The artillery shells left massive craters in the frozen lake if a person would stare into one of the craters, they would be undoubtedly surprised at the layer of blood and mangled corpses, perhaps causing one to puke.

The Nitsa soldiers naturally, could see their fellow compatriots within these craters, causing a minority of their faces to go pale, though aside from that, they continued advancing, some even brushing off the organs that had landed on their clothing in a rather casual manner as artillery shells continue to bombard their comrades.

This actions would undoubtedly demoralise any soldier they faced. Fortunately, all the soldiers had remained within the shelters and did not witness this scene.

Hu Caochang however, did see this scene with his telescope, hinder his commands for a moment.

During that moment, the artillery shells continued firing, slowing down their advancement and continuing to inflict heavy casualties.

As they inched closer, Hu Caochang raised his once more, though this time as a fist. If one observed closely, it could be seen vaguely shaking.

The person this time, completely removes the burning piles of wood, causing the smoke to completely disappear, while the sound of a horn could be heard throughout the trench line.

In response to the horn, the soldiers soon left their shelter and arrived at their trenches.

A portion of the soldiers was holding bolt action rifle, though the majority were using musket rifles, slightly less advance as the musket rifles used by the Nitsa forces.

As the Nitsa forces advanced progressively closer, the artillery stopped shelling, leaving the combat within the hands of the infantry.

Hu Qingyuan’s somewhat calm face could be seen as she went around the trenches, holding a rather simple pistol within her right hand, while her green bag would be seen strapped around her back.

As she went along the trenches, a few bullets had flown over her, hitting a soldier rather close to her current, the bullet hitting him in the chest.

The soldier’s chest appeared rather messy, while blood could be seen slowly seeping out.

If one looked listened closely, they would hear the sound of the person’s breathing through the hole

Hu Qingyuan gave a swift glance, before approaching the soldier to administer first aid using her flash containing alcohol.

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The contents were rather putrid, causing her to slight frown, though it did not hinder her motion to pour the alcohol over the open wound before she wrapped a piece of white cloth over the wound in a meticulous manner.

“Bingqing, come to my position with a stretcher,” Hu Qingyuan’s voice appeared slightly rushed, though it was not evident.

Hu Bingqing, upon hearing her sister’s call, soon came with a stretcher, and aided her sister, placing the wounded soldier onto the stretcher.

While the trenches prevented bullets from reaching the two, it still instilled some fear into Bu Bingqing, causing the young girl to have some issues breathing, though Hu Qingyuan appeared only slightly pale, perhaps disturbed by the dying man she was carrying.

In a swift manner, the two quickly left the main firing line, and into the supporting line through the communication trench.

Going further back, Hu Qingyuan and Hu Bingqing arrived at their previous medical tent and immediately left the individual with the nurses. Leaving in a swift manner, perhaps to avoid observing the likely death of the individual, the two sisters soon returned to the main firing line.

Hu Qingyuan soon heard the call of her sister and swiftly went to Hu Bingqing’s location, upon which she noticed a rather bloody scene.

Perhaps due to a grenade, numerous small wounds caused by shrapnel could be seen on the individual, primarily on his arm.

Once more, Hu Qingyuan gave a glace, before pouring the alcohol within her flask onto the individual, before wrapping his arm in a white cloth, though it soon turned red from the blood.

The person was soon transported to the tent hospital.

As they arrived, the nurses appeared to have covered the previous person with a rather thin blanket, vastly different from the thick blanket used previously.

Naturally, the person had passed, causing Hu Bingqing to feel a great deal of sorrow, while Hu Qingyuan felt somewhat uncomfortable.

In the past, the majority of the wounds were simply infections, which had been easily treated, while in the occasional skirmishes, Hu Caochang had prevented them from leaving the hospital.

Thus, this was the two sister’s response to the death of a human.

After remaining still for some time, Hu Qingyuan felt the discomfort has faded, and returned to the frontline without her sister.

When she returned, a call for medic could be heard over the trench.

A small frown appeared on Hu Qingyuan before she leapt outside the trench, still carrying the small frown.

As her head appeared, a hail bullets could be seen fired towards her, though she appeared rather lucky, as none of them had hit.

Hu Qingyuan ran toward the origin of the sound, before noticing a small cave, only large enough to fit a single person.

Hu Qingyuan thought to herself that if the soldier was smart enough to find shelter, why had he climbed over the trench.

Eventually, she had reached the cave, and soon, a rather bright object could be seen within, partially covered by the soldier’s hands.

The soldier, upon noticing the green bag on Hu Qingyuan’s side, gave an apologising smile, before closing his eyes, though breathing could be clearly heard, albeit slightly sluggish.

The soldier was covered in the darkness of the cave, thus his wounds were not observable, though it appeared not to be fatal.

Hu Qingyuan grabbed the soldier, placing him on her back, before leaving the small cave, attempting to return to the cave in an area with far less action.

As she was returning, a Nitsa soldier could be seen, wearing a green uniform, they appeared to be of great contrast with the grey and white surface of the mountain.

The soldier herself appeared much larger than Hu Qingyuan, though they were both women.

Hu Qingyuan slowed her steps, in an attempt to not alert the soldier.

Though she was in possession of a firearm, she still did not wish to use it, however, she still held it in a careful manner using her spare hand.

The foreign soldier took a shot, though it appeared to have missed, only hitting the rocks behind the trenches.

Hu Qingyuan thought to herself that it would be a rather simple task to evade this soldier. Unfortunately, the soldier dressed in green noticed the awkward breathing of the man behind her, and turned toward Hu Qingyuan, aiming the foreign rifle at her chest.

Hu Qingyuan gave off a frown, before shooting with her pistol.

The bullet hit the woman in her shoulder, causing her to become immobile as a result of sudden shock of pain along with, though she did not express it on her face.

Hu Qingyuan continued frowning, before knocking out the woman using the butt of her pistol.

Hu Qingyuan stopped frowning.

Picking up the Nitsa soldier, she returned to the trench with two casualties, both appear not to be in imminent danger.

At the trench, she requested for aid in carrying the two wounded.

Hu Bingqing soon arrived, her face still slightly pale.

Hu Qingyuan passed the woman into the hands of her sister, before returning to the hospital in a silent manner, as Hu Bingqing too did not wish to speak.

Eventually, they placed the two casualties to the hospital.

Hu Qingyuan once more returned to the trenches and continued rescuing the wounded, though she did not take any daring actions.

After some time passed it appeared that the assault was largely over, aside from a few individuals, while the majority of the Nitsa soldiers had disappeared.

Only corpses and craters remain on the battlefield, dyeing the transparent ice of Chuhe in blood-red, while the smell of gunpowder was blown away by the strong Northern winds.

Hu Qingyuan stared at the sun, only to notice its position had shifted toward the Wu Ocean, before returning to the hospital and aid the wounded.

Hu Bingqing appeared to have disappeared, causing Hu Qingyuan to give off a sigh, before leaving her green bag within the hospital.

Off the corner of her eyes, she noticed that the bright object was still within the hands of the soldier she had rescued.

Hu Caochang placed his binoculars on a wooden table, before turning toward the person that had been responsible for the various signals.

“It appeared that they had diverted our attention with an attack, permitting them to dig several tunnels and trenches along the banks of Chuhe, go spread the message,” Hu Caochang said, before sitting next to his binoculars.

The person gave a bow, before leaving the room.

Hu Caochang remained motionless, only moving when a knocking sound could be heard.

“Please enter,” Hu Caochang said, considering that the guards did not make any noise, it could be assumed that the individual would be rather important, thus Hu Caochang spoke with a slightly respectful tone.

The door opened with a slight creek, before a woman, still carrying her green bag could be seen.

It appeared that Hu Bingqing is indeed very distressed, her eyes still red from tears, while her hair stuck to her forehead, as a result of her sweat.

The green bag could be seen unclosed, revealing the messy contents within.

Hu Caochang could not comprehend at first and remained sitting on the wooden table, though he soon stood up to console his sister.

However, as he stood up, Hu Bingqing began to cry once more, making a rather unsightly sound.

Hu Caochang gave a friendly smile toward his younger sister, before giving her a handkerchief, though no close sighs of intimacy were shown, as it would be considered inappropriate.

Unexpectedly, Hu Caochang was pushed back into the wooden table, knocking the binoculars onto the ground.

Hu Caochang’s smile turned slightly helpless, and he remained silent in the wail of tears.