"CANISTER GRENADES!" Came the roar and Shalo took a deep breath, he knew what would come. Had they had the resources this would have been backed up by thundering war machines, air support, and the great sun knew what. Instead did they all take deep breath as their short range mortars and the light fieldguns that was the heaviest artillery they had access to started to rain down fire, premessured shells flew at positions they had marked out in their own old trenches. Hopefully not enough to damage them, other shells landed between the lines and a thick white fog started to spread out amongst no-man's land.
Shalo breathed heavily as most of them had a small amount of fernwood wine pored to them by their officers and quickly threw it down their throats. Bayonets were attached, grenades were loosened in their belts as war hounds were pulled forward as they waited while the fog grew thicker and thicker. Then came the trumpet blasts.
"SHI-SHO! SHI-SHO! SHI-SHO!" They all roared as man and hound alike rose up screaming, bayonets lowered and guns ready.