"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The consecutive explosions layered in the confined space, and the resulting shockwaves made hearts skip a beat.
The screams came to an abrupt halt.
As the smoke slightly dissipated, Hawke was the first to charge up the dirt slope with his rifle, aiming at the inside of the position, with Rice and the others close behind.
The sight before them was unbearable.
In the narrow trench, four or five bodies in Indiana National Guard camouflages lay scattered, limbs incomplete, blood staining the soil and sandbags red.
The strong scent of blood and gunpowder mixed together, nauseating. A soldier leaned against the trench wall, not completely breathless, chest heaving violently, with bubbly blood continuously gushing from his mouth, eyes staring blankly at the sky stained gray by the smoke.
