He scanned the horizon and noticed another two moving in from ruins of the town. Marc knew he could not effectively engage both groups before it was too late. So he had to alert the snipers and engage the most pressing threat.
He pulled out his revolver and fired off two rounds. The first struck the Hun in the back, and the other made a loud clang as it pieced the helmet. The shot was about an inch too high, but it was still enough to slow the man down.
Marc moved to his new objective like a blur, covering the two-hundred yard distance in twenty-two seconds. The snipers were now engaging, and he suspected a mortar or two would come next.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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