Two men moved ahead, crouched low as they fired in bursts, forcing the enemy's position to shift slightly, while another pair followed close behind, tightening the pressure with precise shots that kept the opposing force from stabilizing their line.
Matteo walked forward, it was not rushed, not reckless as each step deliberate, grounded, as though the chaos unfolding around him had no power over him at all.
Bullets tore through the air dangerously close, striking metal, kicking up sparks and dust, but he did not flinch, Instead, his eyes remained locked ahead he was watching, measuring and uderstanding.
"They are repositioning again!" one of the men called out from the right.
Mendez reacted instantly "Do not let them reset!" he barked "Keep the pressure on that flank!"
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