As the bricks, bottles and other assorted rubble continued to fly at the advancing group, Josef nodded to Karl as he requested that they start to take cover. "Alright, find some cover, keep your heads down, and if they open fire with actual weapons, return fire at will."

With that, he ducked down behind a collapsed section of wall, just as a handful of shots rang out, bullets whizzing by over his head. Carefully peeking over the chuck of brick and stone with his rifle, giving a cry of "Open fire!" as he began to fire his rifle, firing off three shots, hitting a man armed with a rifle of some sort, another carrying a makeshift firebomb, which was snuffed out as it fell to the ground, and another man carrying a pistol. As he used his rifle, Josef's face took on one of grim concentration, carefully looking up from the rubble to shoot, before ducking back down to slide the bolt of his rifle back, ejecting the shell before pushing the bolt back forward, chambering in the next round, and repeating the process.

Having fired off the three shots, he quickly affixed the bayonet to his rifle, gesturing for Karl and Bruno to do the same, moving ahead under cover, jabbing a man armed with a club as he came close, and butting another with the end of his rifle, confiscating the man's rifle, and tossing to back behind him to prevent it being retrieved by more rebels.

"Karl, Bruno, keep moving forward, and keep up the fire on them! If we get close enough, they should start to break apart!"