At the Agricultural Machinery Station, Prosen's 20th Armored Grenadier Division's Third Battalion Commander Hansen lifted his head, a motion which sent a waterfall of dust cascading down from the brim of his cap.
"Arau!" he shouted loudly. "The bombardment is over, the enemy is sure to come up! They can't just bombard us without attacking in broad daylight!"
The Prosen Armored Grenadiers immediately sprang into action, rushing from their bomb shelters to their battle positions.
Next to the battalion command post was a machine-gun position. Two machine gunners rushed into the bunker, one flipping over a tripod that had been toppled by shellfire, and the other rapidly pushing sandbags, which had been displaced by explosions, back into proper position.
Finally, they took out a machine gun from a wooden box buried in the ground—this way they didn't have to carry the cumbersome machine gun from the bomb shelter, nor worry about delicate parts of the gun being damaged by shelling.
