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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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. He dropped into the mud, pistol in hand
He closed his eyes, listening to the German voices shouting orders in the distance. The mud was very cold. And very, very deep. Kostya crawled behind a wrecked cart, firing his
“Why?” asked the gunner, Kostya. “There’s no—"
“Gunner,” Viktor said. “High explosive. Sights on the left barn. Three rounds.”