You pull yourself up to a crouch, wincing at the sudden cracks of rifles all around you. Looking forward to the rocky outcrop, you see multiple flashes of enemy fire. The rebels have the high ground, and your entire platoon is spread out on the flat farmland. The long grass provides some concealment, but no protection. Another explosion to your right reminds you of the mortar shells pounding down.
You can't stay here, but to charge forward into those guns would be suicide.