Chapter Forty-Five
Watching the first wave of Germans falter in front of the Allied lines, the Great King Rat lowered his binoculars and started clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a nervous gesture.
‘We goin’ in?’ one of his men asked.
‘He’s thinking, so back up and let him think,’ another voice said nervously from the surrounding gloom of the trench.
King Rat continued to click and think, and then the decision was taken out of his hands.
‘Holy f**k! You guys seeing this?’
The marketeer returned to looking across no man’s land. Behind the first wave of Germans were thousands of men, charging across the battlefield as fast as they could and threatening to swamp the few defenders standing against them.
‘Seems they were not lying,’ Tommy Kirkland said.
‘Seems like,’
