Just thousands of infantry running right at us?” Another of the Grenadiers asked, continuing the trend of asking Klaus questions. “Well….kind of. You see they do attack en masse, but it’s generally directly following a large artillery strike. Plus it isn’t just infantry. I guarantee you nine times out of ten there will be several t-34s leading the infantry forward, but one thing with the Russians is the infantry tend to outnumber the tanks so much that there aren’t enough tanks to hide behind in the assaults so while the anti tank guns chip away at the tanks, us infantry still have a large amount of targets along the flanks.” Upon finishing the answer to this question the group came to the front, things had not changed, most of his squad was still going about their business and new sentries had been posted, allowing those japanese previously posted to get food, check over their weapons, and play cards and the like. Klaus pointed to the bunkers along the trench line as he said. “If you got assigned to squad five, that bunker there, four in there, three there and two right over here. If you are in first squad just stick with me we are on the left most bunker over here.” He said pointing to his squad’s respective bunker. “Oh and also, medic, remember to tell your squad leader your paper had you down for squad four.” The group of replacements began to disperse in small groups as Klaus called out each squad’s respective bunker. When the medic passed by, he nodded and held up his paper, swaying it in his hand slightly, indicating that he was going to get the papers fixed as soon as he could. When exotic all of the bunkers had been called out, only two replacements were left standing with him from the original group. Klaus sighed as he turned and began walking towards his squad’s bunker and said. “So. How many rounds can you fire in a minute with your K98?” “Four if I am lucky.” Responded one of the Grenadiers who now followed behind him. “It's not enough Grenadier. Make sure your bolt is well oiled and practice, don't stop practicing until you can get about seven well aimed shots down range in a minute or so. Where the Russians have numbers we have the weapons and training to counter it.” Klaus said as he stepped down into the trench, approaching Friedrich and handing him the case of ammunition he had been given. “Yeah we have the weapons to counter the Russian numbers if we have bullets for them.” Friedrich said, jumping into the conversation as he opened up the case and looked at asian what lay within. “One belt of extra rounds Klaus! That's it? That's like thirty more seconds of usage for this damned thing.” “It's all they had for us.” Klaus responded as Friedrich removed the belt from the case and handed it off to another squad member who took the case fuck away and began distributing the clips within to each member of the squad for their rifles. “Jesus Christ Klaus, This…..” Friedrich stopped, hearing a faint noise that began to grow louder. Klaus’ eyes opened wide as the sound became apparent. At first it was a low, constant sound but within seconds all of the veterans in the company knew exactly what it was. It sounded like someone was winding the crank up on a car to start it, a low, mechanical whining almost. “DECKUNG!” Klaus shouted as loud as he could as other men of the company responded to the sound with alerts of their own. “ALARM!” “ARTILLERIE!” Klaus and Friedrich ducked, prompting the new replacements to do so as well. Down the trench line most of the company took cover within their posts as any of the soldiers outside the trench began to run towards it. Just as Klaus’ head got below the trench, the first Katyusha rocket landed about seventy feet in front of the area his squad was currently manning with a loud crack which produced a large, black, tidal wave of dirt and debris which shot forth in all directions from the place of impact. Behind them a second rocket stockings landed at the base of a tree, the shock wave it created causing the tree to shatter at its base, launching splinters of wood in all directions. “Anemone, before you met me, had you ever eaten pussy?” Cronorgan, the obese man with the shaven head known as The Master, walks beside the grey haired Salarin, The Sadist. She had never worn japanese a parachute but she knew it had to be properly strapped on or it would stockings not save her. Once asian on, the material like previous versions clings to the bare skin. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She couldn't say no to her blackmailer, but there was no reason she had to put with this shit from her boss. She realized that men are very predictable, she thought to herself grinning, “Pre-DICK-ed-able!” “oh fuck! I was yelling for everyone to get off the sidewalk as I walked quickly toward Craig. And that's because Bea's large aureolas and her nipples point almost straight down towards the ground, which is what gives her breasts their unique, football-ish look. "I can't keep my legs straight." Robin: fuck I tried to act just like any other morning, and sat down with them. “I think I see what you mean,” I said, “if I were too rough with Sandi, she might not want exotic to try again.”