The Fronts
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  • Mga Boto 2
  • Mga Parte 1
  • Oras <5 mins
Ongoing, Unang na-publish May 06, 2019
The Fronts follows 5 different soldiers on their gruelling journies throughout The Great War.

The story will follow the perspective of:

An 18 year old British soldier, fighting in the harsh trenches of France, after being forcefully drafted in due to manpower shortages.

A 20 year old Russian soldier, fighting against the tired Austro-Hungarian and German forces on the Eastern front during winter.

An 18 year old German soldier, fighting against the entrenched British and French troops as they are forced to attack continuously to gain any sliver of land possible.

A 22 year old British sailor, fighting the long game, protecting British waters and preventing food shipments from reaching the Great Powers.

And a 27 year old Australian soldier, storming the beaches of Gallipoli, encountering heavy resistance from the crumbling Ottoman Empire troops.

Join these young men on their journies through the war to end all wars, and see the pain and torment they go through to protect their families back home.
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