Electronic Arts presents A Dice Production Batthefield 1 is based on events that happened over 100 years ago. More than 60 million soldiers fought in this war, to end all wars. It ended nothing. But it changed the world forever What follows are fights at the frontline. You probably won’t survive. “They closed in on us!” “We have to defend this position!” And with this,
welcome to the prologue of Battlefield 1. And here we go and this prologue shall symbolize how pointless these wars were and how desperate one was at the frontline as an individual. So … I will be a bit quieter in between because I am focussing. F*ck Above all concentrating on reloading That’s how it goes Grenade “Hold your position!” You just look away for one second and look right into Fritz’s disgusting face. Ok, can we go this way? Oh f*ck Up front there’s artillery I have to reload, f*ck There’s too many of them. We are surrounded, they come from everywhere. “Hold your position!” Out of ammo. And we have a flamethrower. From all sides! But this one I will take with me. Alexander Marshall, 1886-1918 “We came from all parts of the world.” “Many of us thought of this war as an initiation ritual, a big adventure.” “But I’m telling you, it wasn’t an adventure.” Take down as many a possible. At least, help our boys a bit – oh f*ck. “Open fire and keep shooting!” “Cover me!” “Shit! Shit!” F*ck! “They’re breaching! Everyone to the church!” Okay, we lost the gun. “Keep your eyes on the windows!” “There’s just too many!” That can’t be happening! Why is he still standing? “The windows!” “They’re everywhere!” F*ck! I only saw him! “Keep your eyes on the windows!” Stupid flamethrowers! “They’re coming in through the windows!” F*ck! Friendly fire again! Okay, come on! Got him. No. “New killing machines like the the tank” “changed the face of war overnight.” “Luckily, they were mostly on our side.” “Mostly.” “Our boys at the church are being overrun!” “We have to break through!” “Infantry’s counting on us!” “Use the MG. Eliminate them!” War. War always stays the same. I have to keep an eye on the small blue dots. I’m having a hard time with this. “They’re moving forward from the ditches!” “Use the MG! Mow them down!” I’m on it. “Forward! For our king and our fatherland!” And you can’t see anything. “We’ll chase Fritz back to Berlin.” F*ck. There’s some of them. I-I can’t. Not possible. “As soon as you’ve got clear sight of the field gun, destroy it!” Okay. Destroy the field gun. I can’t even see it. I can’t see anything. “Field gun! Fire!” “Destroy the goddamn field gun!” “Well done!” “Let’s clear the way for our boys!” “Catch up to the other tanks!” They’re all on our team. “Move, dammit!” “We’re almost through. Fire at everything that moves!” Yessir! “We can do it!” “Shit! Take cover!” “Instead of an adventure, we were greeted by fear.” “Death was the only thing that united us.” War. War never changes. Visibility is so low. “Airship crashing!” “Kill them all!” It’s a massacre. The airship is burning. The sky is burning. Frederick Hempstead dies. Not a long life. Not a successful one either. At least this one is secured. Last breaths. Flamethrowers. Derek Simmons burns. The first thing you see is an ocean of flames. The last thing you see is a German soldier. “Pressure produces counterpressure.” “From time to time, we generate enough pressure for the clouds to part and a beam of light to shine” “on a world beyond the war.” “A world which is unreachable.” “War is the world and our world is war” “but behind every gun, there is” “a human being.” “We are those humans.” “Apathetic and naive.” “Honourable and criminal.” “We are the ones becoming legends” “and the ones being forgotten by history.” “We are the knights of the sky,” “the ghosts of the desert” “and the rats in the dirt.” “These are our stories.” This is Battlefield 1.