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10: San Giorgio 2

10: San Giorgio 2

Franco felt his ears ringing, an explosive had detonated near his position, causing him to lose balance and his vision to start distorting. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him, but it could be the last.

With difficulty, he crawled, trying to reach a nearby partially collapsed wall to lean on it for support.

He heard something, like a voice calling out to him, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. Then a hand grabbed his shoulder, and Franco tried to turn quickly with his weapon ready to fire.

Fortunately, he couldn't even hold his weapon properly, or he would have blown Carlo's brains out. The man helped him move, and soon both reached a safer position. Franco shook his head, his sense of hearing slowly returning.

"-Something's wrong," Carlo's words finally reached him, and only now did Franco notice the fear in his gaze and the beads of sweat on his face, his eyes clearly panicked, seeking direction.

Franco swallowed his pain, discomfort, and fear and quickly inquired about the situation.

"What's happening?" But Carlo didn't have time to answer because before he could speak, the place lit up with a bright blue light, there was a roar, and the ground shook. The sound of a massive metal machine crushing everything in its path was clear.

Franco crawled to get a clearer view. What greeted him was the strangest metal beast he had ever seen. Its design was huge and heavy, clearly extremely armored, the blue light inside the main cannon intensified, and all of Franco's instincts screamed, like an old soldier who had been in battle after battle since the war began, he had developed enough perception to know when death was near.

His eyes turned to a group of his men who were relentlessly attacking the enemy tank. He wanted to shout, to warn them, to retreat, to hide, but his voice was drowned out by the tank's shot, not a projectile but pure unknown energy that turned everything in its path into dust.

There was no deafening roar, no explosion; suddenly, the whole group of partisan resistance soldiers and the place where they stood were reduced to ashes.

Franco was momentarily paralyzed, but only for a brief moment. weapons never seen before, that's what the defeated soldiers of the Allied army had said when they were forced to retreat many days ago, weapons capable of reducing a man to ashes instantly.

No one had believed it, no one could believe it without seeing it for themselves, but now that Franco was witnessing it, he knew that this battle would be much more difficult than he thought. Still, they knew this could happen; John had warned them.

He glanced at his watch. They had a schedule; they just needed to keep resisting for another 15 minutes.

He looked at Carlo and quickly gave his orders.

"Initiate Plan B!" Even if their weapons were terrifying, even if a single shot from them meant death, at the end of the day, they were all wielded by men.

"Remember, you have to disarm them, those weapons no matter what, you can't let them exploit their power," recalling John's words, Franco began to move to a better location. Carlo looked at his back, gritted his teeth, and began to move in another direction as well.

He carefully took out a flare hidden inside his uniform and without hesitation, fired it into the sky.

Unlike more conventional armies, the resistance lacked many things. Their weapons, for the most part, were stolen, as was their equipment. Getting radios was difficult, so their communication during conflicts tended to suffer as a result.. Still, there were clear signals that everyone could understand if they discussed them carefully.