Enrique felt as if he were in Hell, smoke, ashes, earthquakes, explosions...
It seemed like a century had passed before the cannon fire ceased. He didn't dare to get up because his crotch was already soaked. He reached out to push his fellow soldier from the same village: "It's over, don't lie down..."
But there was no response.
When he realized something was wrong and called for the military doctor to come over, he found his friend's holes were flowing with black blood, already gone.
He squatted blankly on the ground until the military doctor stuffed a wad of chewing tobacco mixed with honey and licorice into his mouth. Only then did he feel he was still alive.
After regaining consciousness, he discovered the passage leading to the gun turret above was completely destroyed. If it weren't for the specially thickened walls and protective doors under the gun turret, preventing the ammunition storage room from exploding, they would have already reported to the Underworld.
