Chapter 275: Advancing to Sofia
The rocket's red glare lit up the sky as munitions were fired at a rapid rate by the armored transport trucks, which had 15cm Nebelwerfers loaded in the back. In perfect coordination, the searing sound of their launch was accompanied by the thunder of artillery pieces laid about in the field.
Protected by intricate trench systems as the explosions rocked the front lines of the Bulgarian Army with such intensity that it would appear as if God himself came down from the heaven just to bitch slap the Balkan men who tried desperately to hold the line while waiting for Ottoman Reinforcements to arrive.
Bruno, perhaps enthralled by the vision of explosions in the distance, and the symphony of war waging in the background, began humming a tune from his past life. It was a war song released during the early 2000s and was of Russian origin.
His dual master of the Russian and German languages, along with his genius level intellect, allowed Bruno to translate the song perfectly into his native tongue while simultaneously changing any words that needed to be swapped out to match the tone of the melody.
If there was one thing the Russians were good for, it was the painful soul of their nation which gave birth to a certain form of art that was not for the faint of heart. But as a soldier in the trenches, Bruno understood this sentiment all too well and found the depressing lyrics to be soothing.
One of the soldiers looked over at Bruno with a curious expression as the words also spoke to his own wounded heart and mind, especially the chorus which could be translated as follows. "I'm a soldier
An immature boy of war
I'm a soldier
Mom, tend to my wounds
I'm a soldier