Ghe was startled to see someone had dared shoot at his target, although it was his own fault for not taking the shot himself, as nobody had claimed any targets as their own. He quickly glanced around at other known targets, a southern rifleman was being doggedly singled-out, the sniper was obviously down, and the enemy patrol had melted out of his sight; either towards cover or to their graves. Then, as effective aimed suppressive fire was finally pouring in, an sudden realization had occured to him as the enemy fire did not appear to actually wane.

His realization was that the enemy was able to take shelter in those concrete houses, unseen, unengaged. He also noticed the officer had fled into a building, a tall one, and was being careful to avoid windows. He knew he had to crush the resistance up-close, playing at this as though a shooting-gallery was just going to eventually make themselves the easier target. They must advance.

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