Balalika peeked from her own DFP to get eyes back on the advancing enemy troops,no sooner then she had peeked up Amsel took a bullet to the head.His blood spraying out in a mist as he crumbled down lifeless,blood pooling up around his head and dripping into the DFP.

Balalika had no time to worry about him nor feel shaken by his sudden death,the fact he was shot meant the machine gunner that took him out had sights uncomfortably close to Balalika as well.She released a burst of shots at the machine gunner in question she counted it at around three or four shots.The MG that took out Amsel meeting the same end,one of the bullets glanced off the mans helmet side.While before he could duck to safety the other two hit him with a dull thud and a spray and splattered crimson blood backwards,on his own comrades within the half track.One bullet hit him in the nose right between the eyes,the other one hitting him through the chin and the neck severing his spine.The man slouched backwards,blood running in many streams down his face.His bloody helmet clattering off into the half track most likely frightening or at the very least startle the men inside it.

Balalika heard the whistle of mortars and the several shouts of get down and incoming,as an MG position Balalika knew she was one of the first targets besides structures and quickly gathered her LMG around her shoulder again.The very moment she got the strap loosely upon her shoulder the barn bursted into flames from a explosion retreat being sounded.Balalika took off scrambling up out of her DFP,bolting for the tree line and the cover it would provide.As she looked back she saw a mortar hit not even three feet from her previous location,blasting Amsels body further brutalizing it.The dirt and muck of the ground flew upwards,mixed with blood and other gore.

Balalika jumped over a root and slid back behind a thick tree she lifted her LMG and swung the barrel around to face the advancing enemy swarming over the current line now the infantry was exposed and Balalika could put her gun to real use.She sat the barrel on a thick root stemming from the tree she was beside bullets hitting around her person and the trees whizzing past her head.She squeezed the trigger and put her gun to work the bullets leaving her muzzle with bright flashes, and devastating effects on those hit.Which was basically a wide sweep across the entirety of her line of sight, to help cover her allies retreat into the tree line.Balalika dropped the clip and reloaded quickly,keeping up her fire on the enemy hoping to keep them pinned down and drive them back from their advance.She was gripped by a mixture of both fright and adrenaline completely in the moment,her palms sweating she was frightened.But at the same time she was willing to lay her life down for anyone of her allies lives,her fight or flight kicked in and she was resolved towards fighting or dying trying.

Her rapid fire of course attracted high amounts of fire towards her in response,she cursed loudly to herself and kept firing at the positions and anyone who was bold enough to try to get in the open and move.While she was firing and taking fire a bullet raked across her shoulder and down through her boot heel,just missing her leaving a thin red line where it had scraped past her in the close call.She wouldn't notice it to busy on her own firing,and her heart pounding in her chest the fear and adrenaline causing this effect.