"Move quickly, as the Ante Infantry would definitely be upon us by then! These madn drink before attacking, and fear not their own artillery fire."
Andreas had already taken the lead, dashing out of cover and sprinting along the trench.
He swiftly reached the machine gun position, dug out the machine gun and tripod from a pit next to the position, and set it up.
Kosolek arrived at the position a step later, and the two veterans proficiently completed the machine gun inspection.
Their position was a flanking one, capable of effectively killing enemy skirmish lines, but once discovered, it imdiately beca a priority target for enemy fire and was easily charged by Ante Infantry.
It was because of the danger and the need for superb marksmanship to effectively kill enemies that this machine gun position was manned by two veterans.
The rookies were all at the frontal heavy machine gun positions, where one only needed to adjust the tripod's handwheel and continuously pan the machine gun left and right—even a monkey could be effective.
After the two veterans were ready, the Antean attack formation appeared, without tanks, and the skirmish line seed sparse.
Kosolek remarked, "The breakthrough isn't here."
"Good news, at least we don't have to retreat today."
At that mont, the frontal machine guns opened fire.
Kosolek clicked his tongue, "Starting to shoot from so far away?"
The Ante veterans didn't even drop to the ground, they just switched from brisk walking to running.
Andreas replied, "Maybe it's the company commander's order, I heard they have a new theory about opening fire early to trade ammunition for the enemy's stamina."
"Bullshit."
The veteran duo didn't shoot, waiting for the enemy to co closer.
Finally, the enemy crossed a horse carcass used as a target on the battlefield.
Kosolek fired, the machine gun sweeping the Antean assault formation from the side.
The cover the Anteans found only protected them from frontal fire, Kosolek reaped their lives like the Grim Reaper.
Andreas shouted, "Target the officers! There's an officer observing there, there!"
Although Andreas's description was unclear, Kosolek still swung the Grim Reaper's scythe toward the officer.
The officer was hit and fell, the remaining Anteans began to retreat.
Kosolek imdiately ceased fire. Before he could speak, Andreas began dismantling the machine gun, preparing to shift positions.
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Prokof was searching for the enemy's flanking machine gun positions. Although the enemy had quickly ceased fire, he still found them.
He then reported a set of coordinates to the ssenger: "Quick, tell the mortar platoon to cover this position!"
The ssenger turned and sprinted away, while Prokof continued observing with his binoculars.
The enemy's position was well camouflaged, almost imperceptible as a machine gun position, and the gunners' movents were invisible. But Prokof had an inkling that they would move.
Such flanking positions were definitely manned by veterans; Prokof arranged defense positions in the sa way when he planned them.
Veterans wouldn't wait for the mortar shells to land.
The first mortar shell exploded near the flanking position, far from the machine gun cover Prokof observed. However, the accuracy of mortars was just so, relying on covering fire to ensure hits.
Shells fell one after another, raising dust that obscured Prokof's view.
At this point, the battalion's dical team nurse Tanya ran up to Prokof: "Commander, I saw that the wounded are still moving! I request to go and bring them back!"
"Are you insane, Nurse Davarish! Didn't you see the enemy's flanking machine gun just took them all down?"
Tanya replied, "But now the mortars are bombing the enemy's flanking machine gun, right? It's the perfect ti for to rescue them! The enemy can't hit from the front!"
"No! I do not approve! You are not permitted to go, don't add to the soldiers' trouble!"
Tanya bit her lip and turned away.
Prokof exclaid, "Nonsense!"
The returning ssenger, witnessing this, remarked, "She'll run there herself, commander. You might not know, but she was quite renowned in her previous unit."
Prokof turned to the ssenger, "You know?"
"I was injured before her in the sa unit and transferred here three months before she did. I was the one she carried down from the frontline. Heard when she was in the Abawahan battle, and together with Marshal Rocosov's orderly, they held a beachhead, drawing considerable enemy forces.
"There were only two nurses who survived, and she was the third Tanya on that position."
Prokof queried, "The third?"
"Yes, coincidentally several nurses nad Tanya were reinforced to that position, and only she survived. We all believed she could be the first nurse to get the Venus dal."
Prokof responded, "It's already too late, several nurses have received the Venus, you should read more newspapers."
"Is that so? Oh well."
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Tanya rushed to the frontline, surveyed the situation, and assured that the battalion's mortars were still bombing the flanking positions, prepared to crawl out of the starting position's trench.
She was then suddenly held back.
"Nurse Davarish, I can't let you go!" the Lieutenant who held her exclaid, "It's too dangerous!"
Tanya looked at the lieutenant's chest, noting fewer dals than hers, and said, "Comrade Lieutenant, I'm more familiar with the battlefield!"
While speaking, she deliberately puffed up her chest, showing off her own dals.
The lieutenant, intimidated by the dals, hesitated for a mont, during which Tanya had already dashed out of the trench.
The lieutenant could only shout, "Covering fire!"
The company's heavy machine guns imdiately opened fire, tracer bullets falling continuously on the enemy trench's edge.
Tanya sprinted towards a shell crater, pausing at its edge to observe, then jumped up and sprinted again.
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