He supposed the French had their own way of doing this. Still, his hunting teams were unique to the Western Front, since Aelred operated strictly as an intelligence asset.
They walked along the communications trench towards the main lines. It was not until they reached the main trench that he saw three men from Apples.
There was the distinct scent of lubricant on their weapons, but no trace of gunpowder. They haven’t fired a single round.
Yet their boots were caked in red mud as were their knees. This must be a particularly bloody scene.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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