"Of course, ma'am. I would be honored to help," Connor said, setting his machine pistol down, and helping Tanya with the casualty. Shamus started heading in the direction the woman pointed toward. A gun, well, that probably meant arillery, meaning that the cause of the church destruction was, unfortunately, not on the good side. Though, it did do its job of clearing out the building, there was no more fighting around it, though he could see a group advancing on the building. Better leave them alone.
Shamus successfully snuck the rest of the way to the location, it was easy to find, he saw whooping communists firing at a small arillery piece, maybe a Vickers BL 8 incher. They were nearly obsolete, so it would make sense for an old piece to be stationed in a sleepy village. It was quite possibly the Georgians, just as bad as the Edwardians. He ran up to whom he recognized as Bill. "Bill, it's me, Shamus," he said. "Tell me what we're up against. I've got my men in reserve, if needed." He noticed one of the artillery men was on fire. "That from your firebomb? You guys aren't a bad shot with those."