May 1916... Last summer, the enemy was stopped at the cost of incredible efforts. And all this time he was fussily digging his rat holes, later turning them into concrete machine-gun and cannon pillboxes, dugouts and casemates, in Teutonic pompous fashion calling his creations “Valleys of Death”, “Graves of the Russians”... They say that from the Baltic to the Black Sea it was possible walk on foot without getting out of the trenches... And now he has come to life, warmed up in the spring sun, waiting for the Russian soldiers to go on the attack again, getting tangled in Bruno's spirals and hanging on the barbed wire with bloody pieces of meat under machine gun fire... Only he did not take into account one detail - In the Russian Imperial Army there is the 1st separate Naroch battalion, commanded by Captain Gurov. And this battalion fights as it sees fit, and not as the Germans expect from it. And this means that the cry “Forward, to the West!” will make them tremble back in the First World War...