The Returner

Chapter 474

[475] 5. (5) "Huh, huh!"

Tears flowed out.

I knew I should not, but I could not stop the tears flowing.

His father always told him.

A man is a true figure in the moment he dies.

'Dad, I can not really be a man.'

I thought that someday when the moment of death would come, I would die dignifiedly. I thought he would put a bullet in the queue as soon as the mazes put his teeth in his belly.

So that death would be worth a little more.

But it was just a wind.

"Ah, ah!"

The person was torn in half with the living, and the person stabbed by the swinging tail was breathed at once, bouncing off the floor like a table tennis ball.

The manure book grabbed his knees.

"Ahh … … "

I know now that I have to work harder than ever to throw a grenade. But the body did not move like his mind.

No.

It may be the mind that does not move.

'done.'

The center was breached.

The wires were so wide that not everywhere was open, but they knew they had been in the studio for nearly three months.

When one spot is pierced, all die.

There was no way to cope when the masters started to fall back and forth. Even if it is a minority. For extreme defense, they vacated the rear without defenses.

If the opponent is a person, it is an extreme shingles enough to collapse the wire even just by dropping a special troop behind it. At first it was not extreme to this extent, but as the battle was repeated over time, the herpes was slightly modified.

To survive.

But today, the center was finally opened.

The openings are only a few meters, but a few meters have changed their fate.

Some of the drummers who drilled through the center began to run through the front line, while others began to bite to the left and right soldiers.

The effect that I was attacked on the side that I did not prepare at all was great. Those who survived for three months were slaughtered without touching their hands. The width of the massacre was growing from the center to the left and right on the Han River.

"It's over … … "

With this, the Han River front has collapsed. And now is the time for Korea to collapse. These monsters will begin to kill all living creatures in this peninsula. Like North Korea, which has already become a land of death.

"If I knew this, I would apply for the sacrifice."

It would not have been a miserable death if we had to go to the rear of the masters and sacrifice. Death would have meant a little more.

Even though I could have been torn to death, I would have been able to slow the offensive as long as I was torn down.

The fact that his legs were not able to run away even though he was weakening his strength made the manure book painless.

"Ahh ah ah! You son of a bitch! "

Tutu Tutu!

He bows his gun.

I did not care who was around and who was on the other side of the muzzle. You do not need to worry. Buddy It would be a more peaceful death to die in his gun rather. Compared to those who are now dying and dying in the hands of Masuo, whose backs are divided in half, it is rather dignified to die by guns.

"Huh, huh … … "

The manic book gave strength to the overtaking legs.

"It's over!"

know.

It's over now.

Now, no matter what you write, you can not stop them.

Given the chastisement and cruelty of those warlords, there will be a hell of a few days on the Korean peninsula. Then, nobody can survive.

Like China, which has been rumored to have already become a huge cemetery.

"Ckck."

The manure book raised the body with a gun as a staff. Then the front line came in at a glance.

bang! Quaian! Kwang!

Even at this moment, shelling was pouring across the river. The bomber continues to fly in the sky, and the shells are pouring at a speed that is not visible.

But even in that saturation, the advancement does not stop. Monsters literally pouring like tide.

Would oi

What is the smartest option he can do now?

It is to put the muzzle into the mouth and grind it. Then you can die without pain. It is a few times cleaner than it is now peeping in fear and pissing on pants.

But I could not.

There was a cloudy cloud in the eyes of the manic book.

"My father!"

Why does the man say death by saying that it is not forgotten?

Even if one of them wakes up here, nobody knows.

Even if there is someone to know, it will soon be in the fate of shredding monsters. But what is the significance of the war?

Know.

This is nothing but a useless hostess.

But,

"Here, you son of a bitch!"

TuttuTuTuTuTuTu.

The manic book began to go gun. I feel that the masquer's eyes are gathering here.

"Look what you do!"

The manic book did not drop the gun while spilling it in the mouth.

Die.

Yes, I die no matter what.

so… If you die anyway, you should not be sold to your side!

ileona

The manic book shook his throat.

"If the head is shaking in the ground and the shivers are alive? I'm going to get up! Even if I die when I die, I need to take one second of time! One more run away! "

His fate will not change.

But depending on how he dies here, someone's fate can change. Only 1 second is good. If only one second can turn off the time, there may be a person who lives because of that one second.

And if the people here were only buying one second, hundreds and thousands could survive.

'You are a humanitarian, fuck.'

The manic book laughed.

It was an army that did not want to go to die, and it was the front which did not want to come even if it died. Only the old age is attracted to the army, the monsters are only crowded.

sense of duty?

There is no such thing.

patriotism?

I die, but what good is pathetic patience?

Holding on to him now is not like a tremendous sense of responsibility, but just so. Ogi was moving his body that he would die no matter how badly he died.

And those who were tugging on the trenches that had been influenced by his coming began to subtract one or two heads.

"To die! Dying anyway! Do you think you can live as if you are shaking? If you do, you shoot another bullet and die, you two! "

These are the ones who have become entangled and disoriented, but here are only colleagues who have fought together for two months. When the manic book came out and started to go guns, one of them started to grow.

"I hate you, my brother."

The manic book giggled.

It would be nice if we could sweep away the enemy by fighting in this way with great power, but unfortunately it did not happen in reality.

"Ahh ah ah!"

One of the abilities is assaulted by the bosses in the body. I was willing not to approach them.

"Fuck, if you can move so fast, run away, you crazy fuck!"

What does it mean to save them a little longer? By power, one might be superior to all of them. However, such a man was jumping among the monsters to save the manic books.

Knowing that eventually everyone will die anyway.

'Those talented little cubs are fools.'

I was able to eat comfortably because it was called ability, and when the war was over, I was carrying a bullet to the monster from the front of my body.

I could not stand my sanity, I lived with drugs in my mouth, I never drank painkillers like water.

Manchu books could not understand them at all. He would never have done it if he was capable. How can it be incomprehensible for you to die for your country or for others?

But now I knew a little.

'I will die if I withdraw.'

The pressure is making them move. If they can not prevent it anyway, everyone dies. So there is no reason not to stop.

"In the next life, you are born normally, you idiots."

If there is any next life. And maybe I will not be born human in the next life? The human race will be annihilated soon. Could it be a cockroach reincarnation?

With a sore mind, the manure book threw a hand grenade on a bullet. In the meantime, the monster did not have anything close to this because it was nothing to write.

Not only this. The cremora, which was buried in the front of the trench, has never been exploded yet.

"Actually, I wanted to do it."

The manic book laughed and approached the cremorae.

The magazine has already been empty for a long time. Once they have crashed into the remaining cremola, they no longer have a way to resist.

A manic book that reached the Kremoa switch sat on the floor.

The captain who was blocking the front was disassembling his limbs by scratching his toenail somewhere.

“……Fool. "

This is a shame.

I can do desertion moderately, if the situation is this much, I will not go back and run away.

There are those who sit on the floor, crying and crying, but there is no one who flees. I do not know if this is the weather of the ROK Army or the success of repeated brainwashing.

"How about you?"

I would die if I run away or not.

It is not unfortunate, though. I'll all die together.

The manic book screamed with giggles.

"It's here! Here, you motherfuckers! "

The masters who heard the shout searched for him.

"Come this way!"

The masquers who saw this fragile creature, shouting with their bodies fully exposed, began to rush to this side. The manic book grinned at the sight.

"I think it's the first time I've been popular in my life."

The manic book laughing for a long time closed his eyes quietly. Then he pressed the cremora switch.

Once again. "what?"

Nothing happens.

"That's right."

I am, yes. This is important when it is important.

Finally, the idea of feeding one was ended with misfortune. Thanks to the manic book, the monsters were packed without any protection.

Now you will tear yourself. Or they may be sucked into the belly of the masters.

Either way, death is certain.

Would oi Pop! "

The manure book cried and hit the switch. Hit it and hit it! Dashi

Quaaaaaaan!