The Raiders had gone on the warpath. Even with the recent operation that saw a large number of their forces decapitated.
The reality was that they had too many men for Zach and the others to counter or deter entirely.
His hands fumbled with exhaustion as he assisted with setting up the 60mm light mortar in the snow beneath cover.
And he wasn't the only one, the, and the peltasts had been operating without relief ever since they first returned to Elysium for resupply and rest.
He damn near dropped the shell onto the ground as he struggled to keep it in his hands.
"Fuck!" Zach screamed as he managed to catch it before it hit the snow. While the mortar wasn't primed to go off from a simply slip of his hands, it was still an action that did not help the matter at all.
