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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2045828" data-attributes="member: 26473">The crouching fellagha in Pyotr’s sights is knocked back by the 7.5mm bullet hitting him just below the armpit. Grimacing, he rises, one hand clutching at the wound, and follows his last remaining compatriot as they run through the bushes toward the shelter of the oued.They don’t make it.Vidal and Berg fire at the fleeing fells, and both of the insurgents stagger, fall, and are still.A quiet settles over the battlefield, broken only by the drone of the approaching aircraft. Eight fellaghas lie on the sand – a ninth, the first of Pyotr’s victims, is crawling slowly away.Timekeeping: end of third round.Lavareaux breaks the silence. “Gustav, let’s go get Martinez,” he says to Berg, and the two legionnaires rise from among the rocks and advance toward their stricken comrade. Dinter gets up as well and follows Marcel to the caporal’s side, covering their advance as he goes.Watching the legionnaires advance, submachine gun stock still pressed tightly against his shoulder, eyes trained on the far end of the gully, Duval says, “Radio, tell that pilot that we’ve engaged a squad of fellaghas. Tell him, find out where the rest of the unit is.” The plane is clearly visible now, an olive-green L-18 with the tricolor roundel visible on the underside of its wings. It will be overhead in a matter of seconds.Martinez’s skin is ashy white as Marcel kneels to examine him. The wounded man’s carotid pulse is fast and thready, but his pupils react to light as Marcel pulls back his eyelids and shades Martinez’s face with his hand and he stirs slightly as the medic rubs his sternum with his knuckles.Among the rocks to the south, Sgt. Neumann watches as Normand stands up and takes off across the desert toward the fells. “Gott verdammt alles Helden!” he mutters, then calls to Normand, “Légionnaire Mador, halt!” The German then looks at Pyotr and nods appreciatively. “Fine shooting, Kerenin. Fine shooting,” he says, then, lowering his voice to a whisper, continues, “Check Gonzalez’s gun. See if he fired it.” At that the German sergent gets up, and moves forward to join Normand.</blockquote>

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