A piece of wood tore through the upper part of Hegseth's sleeve and buried itself deep in his bicep. He was being thrown through the air along with dirt and pieces of twisted metal and broken wood. He slammed into the corrugated metal at the back of the trench. His ears were ringing and he struggled to get up before realizing that it was his own body that was pinning his leg under him.
The men that had been near him lay in crumpled piles.
He heard yelling all around and twisted his head, he could see down the trench to where more men of the 71st were coming towards the smashed section. As he turned his head he could just see through the crater moving bodies approaching the trench, then the shooting started.


Enenmy grunts reached the edge of the crater and started discharging their jezzails over Hegseth's head. Shots came back causing the mud around them to jump, one of the Azebs got to his knees after a shot came a little too close for cover.
Just in front of him legionaires of the 71st ran up to the line firing at the Musselmen, pinning them down before a flamethrower tossed up gouts of burning hellfire at them.

Somewhere to his left he heard a grende explode and the shrieks of injured and dying men.

The Azebs managed to get into the trench and would remain their forever as their bodies were ripped apart by gunfire from the priest leading the relief squad.

More flames licked over the trench wall to keep the enemy back as other soldiers charged across the bridge to meet the enemy.

Almost like a ghost, an image of a woman appeared briefly before one of the men in the trench and then disappeared as the man fell, his neck spilling the life blood to mix with the mud beneath the boards in the trench.
Machine gun fire took down the priest and soon the men of the 71s were falling back and Hegseth found himself looking up at the massive form of a Janissary, the massive machine gun he toted staring back down. And then Hegset saw no more.