>>6021924>>6021935>>6021938>Severe woundsAs the squad dashed across the desolate no man's land, the thunder of artillery fire echoed. The ground trembled with each impact, and the acrid stench of explosives filled the air. Suddenly, an artillery shell detonated dangerously close to the squad, sending a shockwave through their ranks.
K-3331 felt a searing pain as shrapnel tore into his leg, causing him to stumble and fall. The blast threw P-7752 and V-0899 to the ground, leaving them dazed and disoriented. Blood trickled down their faces from superficial cuts, and the ringing in their ears drowned out all other sounds. The Russ tank was so close.
The once-mighty war machine lay on its side, its hull scarred and its turret twisted at an unnatural angle. He waved to his comrades, signaling them to follow him. With grim determination, they limped towards the tank, using what little cover the shattered landscape offered.
As they reached the Leman Russ, K-3331 pulled open a hatch and helped P-7752 and V-0899 inside. The interior of the tank was cramped and filled with the scent of burnt metal and old oil, but it offered much-needed shelter from the bombardment.
