He dropped into the mud, pistol in hand. The air smelled of wet earth, cordite, and his own sour sweat. Two of his men were already down, their bodies sinking into the black soup. Kostya crawled behind a wrecked cart, firing his submachine gun at shadows.
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“Gunner,” Viktor said. “High explosive. Sights on the left barn. Three rounds.” He dropped into the mud, pistol in hand
The first round landed fifty meters short, splashing mud. The second hit Petyr’s driver’s hatch. Kostya crawled behind a wrecked cart, firing his
The first shell tore through the roof. The second exploded inside. The third was unnecessary. From the burning barn, German infantry boiled out like ants from a kicked mound—grey shapes scattering toward a drainage ditch.
There was no Hollywood scream. Just a wet thud and the intercom going dead.