Frost fell over Gangwon Province as the Imperial Japanese Army dug deep into their fortifications. Their thick woolen cloaks, lined with hare fur, kept them warm during the winter months.
The Russian advance had, in many ways, been halted at what was considered the 38th Parallel during Bruno's past life.
Not because the Japanese had stopped their momentum, but because logistics were king. And this far south, the Imperial Russian Army would not advance beyond its supply lines.
They had spent the last few months preparing for an all-out assault on southern Chōsen, while the Imperial Japanese Army kept their distance, watching the horizon.
Men like those here today spent their days behind concrete bunkers and earthen trench networks.
Heavy machine guns, anti-tank rifles, anti-tank mines, and rifle grenade launchers sat across the sandbags, mounted into position in a desperate attempt to stop the Russian armor in its tracks when the push finally came.
