C272 War Eight!

The war carried on with a grim predictability: engage the enemy, kill them, clear the battlefield, and repeat. By dawn of the next day, Willett and his companions were bracing for the inevitable—they had run out of mortar shells after a relentless ten-hour barrage.

Atop the wall, Clay, Rainey, and Willett were deep in discussion about their next move without artillery support