Chapter 281 War

• "Fire at will! Suppress those bastards!" a sergeant yelled to his squad. Staccato bursts from assault rifles echoed off the sandhills. Petra's infantry advanced in tight, disciplined formations, laying down suppressive fire.
• Bullets zipped through the desert air, kicking up fountains of blood around the mercenary lines. Cries of pain and alarm rose from either side.
• "Take cover! Incoming!" a mercenary shouted as the barrage intensified.