"Bang, bang, bang!" The heavy machine gun at the hillside began to rage. It was set up beneath the exposed roots of a large tree, both man and machine gun sheltered by the tree roots. The barrel emerged from the arch of the roots. A gunner and an ammo bearer worked together with incredible skill, the machine gun firing short bursts rapidly while constantly changing shooting points, forcing everyone to take cover.
The destructive power of the heavy machine gun was immense; even dressed in Bullet-Resistant Vests and tight-fitting clothes many times stronger, no one dared a direct hit - a shot would leave them crippled if not dead. Everyone hid in foxholes, waiting for the machine gun's fire to shift before peeking out to observe.
