The World of Masks

A tense and excited coalition fleet has been heading to New Zealand hours after destroying the waves in the Tasman Sea. When the sun went down and only the moonlight illuminated the ocean, they had to be attacked for the first time.

The flares blew brightly in the sky, and the prepared lights illuminated the surrounding sea on the deck. Suddenly, the darkness clears the area and the soldiers pick up their weapons, aiming at the enemies.

Two or two!

"Shoot him!"

"You fucking worms!"

An armed team falls to the deck with their private weapons, pulling their guns into the sea and pulling the trigger. At first glance, the lunatics just seem to be frantic as a group on a lunatic night. He seemed to be laying on the deck with nothing but a pitiful bullet to the sea. But their goal was definitely shapes, not black waves roaring, screaming and passing by the ship.

Pussy!

Another sphere of skeleton is shot in the head and falls out. The ghostly naturalization of his spine fades away, and he returns to his simple bones, plunged into the cold sea by the power of gravity.

Boom!

The tornado hits hard. I don't know when death was denied, but this poor victim slowly sank into the sea without anyone's attention until the end.

"Don't let him get up there!"

"Don't spare it!"

Somehow, the battle between the undead and the Allied forces that were trying to capture the ships by tying up a rope to the ship seemed to see a siege on the sea. But as we all know, siege is a terrible disadvantage to the attackers. It is widely known that a mere siege alone would require three times as many troops as a defensive force. But it was also a story of a battle on the ground where it did not move, with an equal weapon.

Two, two, two!

The helicopter rises from destroyers and helicopters to open fire. The bullets fired from the helicopter could not kill the skeleton and hit the outer wall of the ship, but the thick walls of the ship originally bounced off funny attacks like that. The Allied forces have not used the Greater Field Gun since the opposing Pokémon is not a highly defensive monster. Like ants on a tree, the skeletons adhere to each ship favorably fall off. At first, the nervous soldiers, when they see the undead falling helplessly, scoff and scoff at them.

"Fuck! I can't eat my mother's milk enough to get my bones into the carrier!"

"What a piece of shit! Go find your cock in the ocean!"

A mixture of profanity and profanity spread to all sides.

Honestly, the loss of the US7th fleet in the early days was only the result of a sudden attack by the Undead, and that tactic could be contained enough by the Allied forces to prepare for it. No matter how many undead there are, it takes too long to get to the deck of the ship. Soldiers fell down on the deck and shot at those who came up like bugs.

But it wasn't without risk.

Ships such as large aircraft carriers and transport ships were literally no threat to the incoming ships, but ships such as relatively low hulls were desperately forced to stop the invasion of the undead. Fortunately, the Alliance headquarters have deployed more weapons, ammunition, and fighters in anticipation of this situation, so the entire fleet has never been captured like the US7th. But there could not be a complete sacrifice. Dozens of soldiers have been killed by the sword of a handful of undead who somehow came up with it. It all happened on a low-hull ship, a destroyer, a escort ship, etc. But compared to that, the Allied forces are shooting at the sea, and undead are killing thousands to tens of thousands of them. It was a clear victory. After hours of fighting, the Allied forces were greatly pleased to know they had won their first battle. Many have triumphed over the beings of another world in the smallest battles to date, but it was the first time they had overcome an opponent in such a large-scale battle.

The generals who were watching him on the bridge nodded. With satisfaction, they were convinced that their expectations were correct.

Humanity has only been shaken by the existence of this world up to now, but if we compare the firepower of the two, we cannot be pushed away. The defeat so far has been due to survival and individual combat forces in addition to an overwhelming ambush by the Portal, causing a guerrilla war and disruption in the rear. Yenna and now guerrilla wars have been great strategies to terrorize any country if they can do well.

The annihilation of the US7th Fleet was a slightly different case, because I had no idea that there were such things coming from the sea to conduct a civil war. And that unpredictable tactic is what the Allied forces' top worry about at the moment.

Strategy is the creation and execution of a more profitable operation based on the information gained. That's why strategies are severely compromised when troops or weapons that are not in the information appear. However, it is not possible to end the war by gathering all the information, nor to imagine the forces of the opponent who may or may not be there, and devise all the measures. If it is the same person, it is still somewhat predictable, but the other person is a completely different being who does not even know the ecology or organization.

So there were only two ways left for the Allied forces. Watch for more time to confirm the identity of the enemy, or concentrate all available firepower and immerse it in the bloodstream before any action is taken. And the Allied forces' choice was the latter.

A force of hope for humanity continued its march with a monumental first victory in a large sea blocking the way to New Zealand, the Tasman Sea. And they were able to set foot on New Zealand's soil with overwhelming saturation in the air force and navy. It's only been about two years since New Zealand was conquered by beings from unknown worlds.

* * *

A few years ago, the beaches of New Zealand, which were not so peaceful, were now swept away by Allied bombings. Devastation, that one word could best describe this disaster.

A tremendous number of chariots and troop boats disembarked from the landing craft slowly began to land on the shore.

For the Marines who were thinking of filming "Operation Normandy", which they saw in the military, they landed on the beach without any resistance. There was still some burning smoke burning on the ground.

"Hey, Sam! Look at this!"

One of the Marines, George, summons his colleague Sam. Sam tightly grips the grenade and watches his surroundings. He walks to the place George calls. There was something that was completely charred. Sam frowns at the stench of burning meat. George tapped it with his feet to see what was so strange. It was heavy, but it was just a little bit overwhelming.

"That's a piece of cake."

"They've been roaming around our world like a living room."

George raises his foot high and kicks the monster's corpse nervously.

"Son of a bitch!"

Heave-ho!

Only after spitting it out did George fall from the corpse of the monster.

Many of these monsters' bodies were found on the beach. Most of them were similar or large in size to humans, and their shapes were varied. They were supposed to be hideous and disgusting enough to live by. It was a little more terrifying now that it was baked by the bomb.

Two or two!

The helicopters roared across the sky. If any living monsters are found around him, he's trying to turn them into hives. A helicopter that fills up with vicious weapons, always looking to tear the enemy apart, and flies away seemed really trustworthy to the soldiers.

On one side, officers were gathering for a meeting on the schedule ahead. Landing operations were an overwhelming success. You destroyed most of your enemies with devastating firepower, and by the time you landed, you didn't even hear the monster's roar. Practical combat casualties are 0. I just got a little injured in an accident like that.

There were officers who expressed concern over excessive performance. They don't seem like the kind of bastards that have plagued humanity so far. Although I agree with some of them, most officers did not intend to stop marching here. And so will the command.

"The most annoying, then, are the skull branches hiding underground."

One of the officers looks at the map, smoking heavily and frowns. Monsters remained hidden in the mountains, valleys, etc., but were visible and could easily be captured by the air force. However, the skeletons that had actually devastated New Zealand hid in the ground after taking over the land. They bombarded the projected point, but no matter how much firepower they used, they couldn't overthrow all the hides.

"That's what I'm prepared to do."

The other officer pointed back and said. There stood soldiers with strange equipment. This was a device that could be used to determine if there was a skeleton below ground using a new, specially developed radio wave for the reversal.

"By the way, there's a whole island called New Zealand that needs landmine searches."

"It's a good thing the aerial scouts know where they're hiding in droves. If they hadn't moved."

Even the officer's face was filled with annoying emotions. But I couldn't get anywhere ready to go where the attackers were digging through the ground like bugs. Proximity is superior. I didn't know how much damage I'd have to take if I was approached.

After a brief consultation, the officers are scattered back to their units. Today, we were supposed to march to the nearest town from here.

The Allied forces, which landed on the North Island of New Zealand without taking any further harm, began a vigorous search of the surrounding area and slowly embarked on an expedition to retake New Zealand.