"Don't let your guard down! There must be people from 1515 nearby, this is just the appetizer…"
Sanders's roar hadn't yet dispersed in the smoke-filled air when the first wave of enemy fire struck, interrupting his warning.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Thud thud thud—
The 7.62mm intermediate cartridges fired by the AK-47, with their distinctive scream and penetration, crashed like fiery hail against the broken fortifications of the checkpoint.
The sandbags thudded heavily, dust flying; the metal skin of abandoned vehicles tore easily, emitting a piercing metallic groan; the concrete walls suddenly covered in beehive-like bullet holes, debris scattering everywhere.
"Hold steady! Hold steady! Don't panic, we have the high ground!"
Sanders's voice pierced through the gunshots and explosions, attempting to suppress his subordinates' instinctive urge to retaliate, "Clearly identify before firing! Wait for my orders!"
