[River Valley Village]
"[There is no fortress that never falls]." Lieutenant Woods thought.
This maxim is often quoted as a metaphor, but for Woods at this moment, "there is no fortress that never falls" was the literal meaning of "there is no fortress that never falls."
Woods pondered where this peculiar sense of absurdity came from while he pressed his cheek and shoulder against the gunstock, aiming at the enemy on the nearby rooftop.
The lieutenant's shoulder had already swollen from the impact, and each touch with the gunstock was excruciatingly painful.
Yet he remained perfectly still, holding the gun steady, breathing evenly, waiting for the interval between two heartbeats before firmly pressing the firing lever.
The red flame that shot from the muzzle briefly illuminated the nave of the church. The enemy Woods aimed at raised his hands and leaned back, rolling down from the roof that was already burned to charred wood and blackened mud.
