Chapter 12:
July 11, 1937
Central Spain, the Brunete region west of Madrid The rain of bombs that both sides had poured down like mad, aided by the already high temperature and dry weather, had started a forest fire. A truly massive one.
The trees on the hills surrounding the open-ground battlefield and the mountains behind it were all blazing fiercely.
If this wasn't wartime, they might have tried to fight the forest fire, but neither side was in a position to do so, nor was it a fire that could be contained by a small number of troops.
It wasn't as if there were helicopters in this era to drop fire retardant from the air.
Thankfully, the main battlefield was open ground, so I didn't have to worry about the forest fire spreading this far, but the problem was…
“F…uck… it's hot… It's fucking hot…”
“Phew, I'm hot too…”
On top of the already muggy weather, the heat from the forest fire was added, creating a hellish heat.