Elli is running on the field, his rucksack swinging heavily on his back. The ground shakes fiercely under his black boots as dozens of grenades explode into clouds of smoke. They are retreating towards the woods, soldiers leaping and sprinting at full speed, cringing and ducking from the falling rubbles. Some get shot in their legs and trip, rolling over the writhing bodies on the ground. Some get shot in their backs and stagger, dragging their bleeding bodies forward before more bullets pierce the limbs hanging out of their bulletproof vests. Some get shot in their heads and collapse instantly. Elli stumbles a few times over the maimed corpses. He hides behind the tank, shielding himself from the incoming bullets. He runs and runs, before bumping right into one of the enemies. The dark-ha
