Vusic looked at the Chaos chariot slowly moving across the open ground in the distance with a trace of resentment; he had prepared the grandest fireworks for that chariot, only to find that it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire—it had moved about thirty yards and then could no longer move an inch in the mire.
There was a full five hundred yards between him and it, and in that distance lay countless Chaos elements.
Annoyed, Vusic removed the anti-tank grenades from his chest—these were somewhat heavy—and tossed them into the corner of the trench. Vusic lifted his semi-automatic firearm—issued to commissars like them, with a ten-round magazine. The short barrel meant it couldn't shoot far, but the rate of fire and firepower it provided at mid-to-close range could not be matched by bolt-action rifles.
The drawback is that the bullets run out fast—after all, each trigger pull equals a spent bullet.
