Several hundred steel balls and rollers rained down on the lying infantry about fifty meters towards the German coast. Screams, moans, curses. A German light machine gun hit the bunker from the far bank of the Bug, spraying bullets from a belt with a terrible speed, with a capacity of only fifty rounds. The fiery flower on its muzzle is clearly visible, but “taking out” the machine gunners is not an easy task, they are lying at the maximum firing range for the “Laska”. The sergeant-major succeeded with the fourth shot, but it was of little use: no less than a company of Germans were pouring onto the right bank of the Bug across the railway bridge.