The Lieutenant and I were descending into a small trench when the buzzer of the field telephone mounted in it sounded.
“Comrade Colonel informs that the observers at the regimental observation post are ready,” reported a private first class on duty at the station.
The Senior Lieutenant gave me a questioning look, and I turned to the crew leader.
“Fire!”
I covered my ears with my hands and opened my mouth to soften the impact of the sound wave, but the effect of the B-4 shot still exceeded my expectations. A howitzer of special power is not a very humane thing for one's own crew.
The Sergeant went about loading the gun, while the Senior Lieutenant and I had no choice but to wait. I closed my eyes and watched the flight of the shell with interest. The computer was drawing a dotted line of projected trajectory, and it was obvious that it would not be an exact hit, but the result was still not bad.
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