The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Sunrise, or dusk (10)

The preparations for the attack were swift. This was why the main group of mutants had to return to the line of defense before they swarmed. Goals are achieved next. Winter brought a portion of the main headquarters to join Charlie's squadron. The soldiers feel nervous during the winter.

Winter glances through their condition. Although the armored vehicles are missing, they exchanged some weapons with the remaining troops behind them, making them more powerful than ordinary infantry troops in terms of firepower. Hunting special variants was a natural course of action. Although Grassy Stiffness is a bit bothered, there are no soldiers who won't be nervous before battle.

Prior to departure, a radio man checks communication with the emerging troops.

“Ear sensitivity, Lima Charlie, Lima Charlie. More than usual. ”

[Suggested Samagon (Самогон) Actual. I hear you loud and clear, David Actual.]

Answer with Russian accent. The communication grammar followed what was American. Communication with the Air Force and other units, including each squadron and divided script, was also seamless. Tricksters who would have been hit with radio tracking missiles throughout the year did not use interference.

‘That will save you a defining moment. ’

And it was the role of a devoted commander to prevent that crucial moment from coming. The crucial moment for the mutants will mean at least a brief, extremely close encounter. When all fire support converges in Danger close or Broken arrow, the cunning ones will emit nasty radio waves with power to seek complete paralysis of the command system.

It was their own "doctrine" established by mutants during the war against humanity.

To the extent that I could spare a short time, winter encouraged and held the hands of the squadron members as they could see. It's been two years since I've been a commander. It was winter when we memorized the names of all the crew members without the help of Memory.

Of course, no one hates winter, regardless of the officers and soldiers. This was a different matter from the invisible wall that had been chewed up before.

It was just that one of the platoon commanders struggled to hide his depression.

“The Commander wouldn't have come himself if we were more trustworthy. ”

When he heard the muttering, a peer of the same grade nearby stabbed him in the side, terrified. On the other hand, I look forward to hearing about winter. It was a smooth distance to reach based on normal hearing.

The winter when I looked at him, I smiled at him as if I didn't know.

The platoon commander was relieved to see it, but for the winter, he liked the depressed side. The other three platoon captains are just glad to have joined the winter.

Lower-ranking Japanese refugees tended to view orders as their sole role in fulfilling them thoroughly. In addition to my experience in the refugee zone, I thought it might have a cultural impact. It's actually hard to expect active judgments from them, even though they're getting better. This is no surprise to the platoon commanders and their chief of staff.

It was also difficult to put the lives of the armored apes in that judgment.

Soon it was time. Winter finally reached out to the commander.

“I look forward to your service, lieutenant. We'll meet again alive. ”

“I'll do my best, sir. ”

Lieutenant Arthur Matsudira, commander of the platoon, shakes his hand. The lieutenant was nervous and excited. Winter looked at that expectation for a moment.

‘But he's not going to do anything reckless. ’

He had a lot in common with Bravo commander Gavin Chang, a Japanese four-year-old named Matsudai. He is from military school and has good grades and a vague perception of lineage.

However, the motivation to come under the control of winter was a little different. I thought that the Independent School called Matsudai was a fast growing shortcut, so I broke through the fierce competition.

That's why I was the one who would never do anything outside the snow of winter. I didn't hide my respect for the winter apart from my misunderstanding.

So what do you say we consider the Independence a career long shot?

‘As long as you stick to your role. ’

It was the role of the leader to confirm different people and complete the big picture. If you start to discard that you don't like something, traditionally there will be no one left.

It was like a human relationship.

Idiot

The noise from the jet engine has never been seen before crosses the starry sky. Sailing missiles (tomahawks) fired from the South China Sea's anti-helmet. Multiple missiles were fired in a row, sparking the distant night. Vibrations followed by flashes, violent aftershocks.

Immediately thereafter, decoys emitted intermittently meaningless radio waves were also sprinkled. It was an attempt to confuse the Trickster, just in case. Of course, this side has the means to filter the radio waves.

It is a night that devotes a year's worth of preparation.

Winter has signaled.

“Let's go. First platoon, third platoon. ”

Two squadrons advance, and one squadron and the artillery follow.

With continuous gunfire and cannonballs flying overhead, the steps of a squadron of troops take to a dark path were extremely cautious and cautious. It is best to avoid combat as far as possible until you reach the ambush position. Everyone breathes together, even the sound of snow getting trampled on bothers my ears. I'm afraid this footstep will touch the disgusting roots of Jersey.

The communications network has been relentlessly updating information about the enemy.

[Line Quebec, 5301, 2405, 7sieves of gamma Keqik hanging from general variants…….]

Even though the place was different, winter was also looking at the same monster.

[Front stop.]

A voice conveyed with a murmuring noise. The soldiers take a deep breath, lowering their slow stance.

A group of specialty variants with long arms and legs were passing through the front of the 1st platoon with an elongated gap. As you climb up the low cliff, the distance is too close. A bewildered 1st platoon line fades back under the control of the platoon commander.

The first distance is about 30 meters. Until it reached 50 meters and 60 meters, the mutants did not turn their heads this way. It was because of the curtain of the night without moonlight.

“Son of a bitch (£31966;) …. ”

The nearby soldier whispers in his mouth. It was my native language because I was surprised. The breathtaking sound that passes through the plaque is rough.

Honestly, even in winter, my heart palpitated a little. This is why I was worried that the retreating soldiers might fall accidentally, drop their weapons, or make noise. If there was a mass of monsters with narrow flats and three meters of arms and legs compared to the height, at least a squad of rifles would have torn their limbs. Not to mention disrupting the operation if we win.

The reality of the ceremony detected by the infrared sensors was even more bizarre than the images and data encountered in advance. The majority of the body was bright, whether the temperature was well preserved. He looks like a giant worm, moving with his long arms and legs.

Click.

Kneeling winter manipulated the night vision, turning off the heat signatures. The field of view, converted purely in a way that amplifies light, is clearer than ever, although slightly darker. There are also parts of the image that are difficult to recognize because of the distorted image.

‘You really are carrying another variant. ’

Previously, when I watched unmanned video, I only missed the converted thermal video.

The guy on his back was small, as if he was hung up.

It must have been the cunning scheme of things. The smaller the size of the battle against Humans, the better. Small body is also good for using ambition.

Fortunately, the little one's leg was not a scomper-specific inverted joint. It's just a hard, immature muscle. One of the most worrying things about freeing Trickster on the continent, convergence didn't happen. If the strengths of American variants had moved to China, it would have been very troubling. Deadler, Whipper.

Quack quack

Five individuals stand still behind a large group of monsters. The user snorts, looking in different directions. It was a moment of anxiety when I thought I'd noticed something. As soon as they scream at the hostile horror, all who pass by will turn their backs.

Unlikely, the radio immediately flew in.

[Are they chipped?]

Winter was small.

“Not yet. Take a guided laser and transmit the coordinates to the cannon. Guided Cannonball Mission. Fire on my command. ”

If engagement is unavoidable, we will drop mortar shells with laser guidance, but not right now.

‘If the cannonballs burn now, they'll scatter everywhere. Some come this way, too. ’

I'm willing to exterminate it. But that's not the point. Those monsters had to be trapped in the kill zone before they realized their vision. Along with the majority of your fellow countrymen.

The short but absorbing wait passed. In addition to cannonball guidance lasers, the rays from the target on the rifle have been branded with star-like specks sprinkled on the bodies of the mutants. The green dots were quivering gradually according to the beating of the shooters. In addition, the anti-tank gunners are ready to fire with their second man.

But, fortunately, the five ceremonies didn't notice this way until the end.

The squadron sees them drifting away and starts moving again. Traces of a group of monsters that passed by while dragging their legs and the footprints of countless boots crossed in the darkness.

The rear echoes personalization, differentiated gunfire, and saturation. Winter predicted the nature of the battle by seeing the razor blades and the glow of the cannonball, sometimes bouncing off the ground and disappearing into the air.

‘As expected, they are running out of ammunition with a distance that will not cause fatal damage. ’

It was also the wisdom of cunning things. An experience built on the deaths of ordinary variants.

Since then, the difficulty of removing the soldiers' camp has been repeated. Moments when we can only rely on darkness and static to reach out to large and small variants at close quarters. Mutants often obstructed the way.

When at least a reasonable distance away, you drive the artillery through the breach. In rare cases, the smallest of them were silenced gunmen.

‘But this much... ’

It was easier than I expected. Winter was rewarding to choose his own path. Excellent sensory correction pierced the darkness with infected instincts and greater efficiency than state-of-the-art.

I wonder how much longer I could have walked. The platoon commander reported to Winter.

“Sir, we've reached the ambush point. ”

Winter nods. I saw the terrain before I got the report. The slopes are steep on one side and the hills are soft on the other. The gentle side leans toward the defensive line, and if a faction enters this direction, its health is wasted and its saturation is a terrain to be hit with saturation. The cunning monsters wouldn't have used this place as an entry point for a mutant group without going crazy.

Weathered like hills in barren plateaux, the rocks spread all over the place. Things that I thought would be a good cover when I learned about the terrain in advance. There was no more advantageous ambush point given the gesture of throwing everything, including common variants, if the distance was too far.

“Each platoon shall establish a boundary. I set the position of the support weapon myself. ”

Winter has given us a location for high-speed grenades and muskets. For optimal lethal efficiency, it was better to rely on tactical insights.

‘Nowadays, I can't tell with my senses. ’

It was a sensual confusion that winter has felt frequently lately. Between my natural senses and my sense of correction, the boundaries that were once clear were fading. A delusion I haven't felt at the end of the 26th. Winter shakes her head to get rid of her grip.

Let the commanders take care of the common rifles.

You can correct anything you don't like. It was also an opportunity to verify the capabilities of the commanders in action. If you have eyes, we'll place the rifles within the range of Winter's designated weapon kill.

In front of the boundary were several lines of bombardment rigidly anchored by features and wedges. The primary role was physical obstacles. Winter anticipated that on such a dark night it would cause enough confusion to cause a stumbling ankle on a concentrated line.

The next round was the gunshot.

Inside and outside of the bomber are mines carrying several of the soldiers.

“Hurry! The apes are coming! We don't have much time! ”

The squadron commanders kill the sound and rush to work.