What is he saying?
Hasan watched his lips move, wondering, as another comrade came over and held him, then Hasan felt himself redirected, he felt himself being dragged. Where were they going? To the communication trench leading to the second line of defense?
Comrades were taking turns covering the retreat, occasionally someone would fall, Hasan drew his revolver from his waist and pointed it forward.
Another comrade of his fell, gradually, Hasan saw a Chaos, it stabbed down one of Hasan's comrades. With space, Hasan pulled the trigger, and the Chaos fell, a new one appeared, Hasan pulled the trigger again and again, until he pulled it the sixth time.
Everything in front of him began to blur, Hasan reached into his pocket for bullets, only to find he couldn't even open the chamber of the revolver. The comrade who was dragging him by his shoulder loops was nowhere to be seen.
