A scream pierced the air as a soldier hiding behind a half-wall nearby was directly hit, his body dismembered, with blood and flesh splattering against the adjacent ruins.
Rice tightly covered his ears, curling into a ball, trembling uncontrollably, as fear gripped him again, more intensely than during the first firefight.
The artillery strike lasted what felt like a century.
As the explosions gradually dwindled, the surviving soldiers raised their heads from behind cover, their ears still buzzing.
"Check for casualties! Report the situation!" Jenkins' voice was laced with urgent breaths.
"Vehicle 1-2 hit! Lost power!"
"Team B, two KIA, one critically injured!"
"Medic! We need a medic here!"
In the chaos, the outskirts of the factory erupted with dense automatic weapon fire and the roar of engines!
"Enemy infantry accompanied by armored vehicles! Numerous forces!" The lookout shouted, voice hoarse and strained.
