[ WR ] All offensive weapons are instantaneously removed from every country on earth . Everything from nukes to spears disappears in the blink of an eye . Pick a country to describe .

As the first gunshot rang out, my men were already down, finding cover wherever they could. As more bullets carved towards us, I began automatically responding with my own. A quick squeeze on the trigger, and then a few kicks in rapid succession as the gun bucked in my hands. 
 
 To my left, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adams go down hard, his shoulder erupting in a spurt of blood that seemed to draw itself into a solid form as it left his body. He did n't scream as he twisted to the ground, and if it had n't been for the blood, you'd have thought he had just tripped over. 
 
 `` Bloody hell,'' he muttered with a mild look of surprise on his face, and then he fell backwards, hitting the dust with a meaty thud. Within seconds, he was dragged back behind the wall, and the medic saw to him. Behind us, the Humvee had turned around, and heavy bangs poured out of it, the sound shuddering through my legs as the gunner fired up the road. 
 
 I looked back at the vehicle; at the road behind it that would take us to safety. I gestured towards the car for it to give us some more covering fire, and for a brief moment it started to roll towards us. 
 
 But then the gunner tensed, the car halting and turning around. I could see his face clearly as he gritted his teeth, and barely had time to turn around before something whistled past my ear, crashing into the Humvee. 
 
 The world became a vast white expanse. 
 
 As my ears continued to ring, I noticed the thick burning smell in the air, and an intense heat licked at my legs. With a jolt I realised I was lying on my back in the soil, and I had no air in my lungs with which to breathe. I remembered being dragged behind the wall, while somebody tried to get my attention. 
 
 `` You okay?'' they asked. I nodded in reply and reached for my gun, which sat against the wall, coated in a fine coating of dust and ash. As I gripped the stock and swung my arm up to open fire, I lost my grip and dropped the gun. 
 
 I cursed and reached down to grab it again. 
 
 But my gun had disappeared from the ground. It took me a few seconds to notice the shooting had stopped as well, from both sides. There was a pregnant silence then, the air so thick that I feared I would n't be able to move even if I tried. 
 
 My squad exchanged nervous glances, and I let out a short laugh. *Did that really just happen? * From further down the road, we could hear the enemy laughing with me, apparently in an equal state of confusion. 
 
 We all checked our pouches, but even our clips had seemingly vanished into non-existence, as if they had never been there. 
 
 Adams looked up at me weakly, with a face that asked *Now what? *
