Chapter Thirty-Two
As Ash’s rough hands fumbled over Wolk’s body in the dark, trying to feel for a wound, he heard someone approaching. Quietly, he unslung his rifle and took cover. c*****g his head to the side to detect any noise, he confirmed the sound was coming from the direction of the Canadian lines. This did not mean he was out of danger, though, as the experienced soldier was aware trench raiders had learned a long time ago that the safest way to approach such outlying posts was from their own lines.
Chambering a round, Ash pointed his rifle into the gloom before him, looking for any movement revealing where the attack was coming from. As time dragged by, his finger nervously started to squeeze the trigger as every shape in the darkness morphed into a phantom enemy soldier.
Then
