Today, the Vampire Prince Must Survive on the Battlefield Too

"Wait, you're sending me? Did you get something wrong?"

"The list is correct. Lyan Vichilde, the conscription line is on the right. Any other questions?"

With a rifle almost as tall as himself slung over his shoulder, he stood in a trench thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Two people: a prince forced out of the Blood Realm, and a beastfolk girl just as helplessly thrust onto the battlefield. On a battlefield where their lives could be snuffed out at any moment, how will they survive and stay alive?