Clearly, the new soldier was so nervous that his breathing had become several times heavier, resembling a bull.
The machine gun fired again, but this time it targeted the ground behind Master Sergeant Hans and the Private Second Class.
At this time, many Prosen soldiers had already leapt into the trenches, but they obviously hadn't gained control as quickly as Master Sergeant Hans had anticipated.
The firing point that should have been dealt with first was still shooting.
Master Sergeant Hans fumbled for another hand grenade, unscrewed the cap, pulled the pin, held it in his hand for a second, and then flung it with a flick of his wrist.
This time the grenade landed precisely in the firing point, and the next moment the explosion kicked up muddy clumps.
Master Sergeant Hans stood up, clutched his submachine gun, and leaped with a vigorous step to the side of the trench, bellowed into it, and then opened fire with a sweeping burst.
