After a silent night, Ypres once again welcomed a cold morning.
The sun briefly showed its face before being tightly surrounded by gray clouds, seemingly wanting to completely strangle the sunlight and plunge the world back into darkness.
Silver threads floating in the sky, neither rain nor mist, still made the Belgian soldiers huddled in the trenches and shelters shiver with cold.
The soldiers' uniforms were soaked, but they dared not light a fire to dry them out for fear of exposing their position and attracting enemy artillery fire.
Some had faces turned pale from the cold, some coughed uncontrollably, and some were even suffering from fevers.
The soldiers couldn't help but complain:
"When will the reinforcements arrive? Weren't they supposed to be here last night?"
"Many of us can't even hold our guns steadily!"
"Just wait a little longer, it won't take long. They say Charles is commanding the reinforcements!"
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