I'm still alive

Bang!

A grenade that has left my hand falls on the watchtower with a loud roar. And the bursting flames and the tearing of my eardrums weighed down more strongly on my ears. I fell into the middle of the muddy water with a brief sense of wealth. And even before he can recover his mind, he instinctively moves, pulls out the rest of the grenade, and gets up and kicks his seat.

The reckless removal of enemy support weapons across the area of engagement has finally succeeded. And the sound of an explosion crossing between numerous gunshots, coupled with my reckless behavior, was enough to instantly change the unfavorable atmosphere. But I wasn't satisfied with it, and I threw the other grenade into the barricade.

Bang!

At that moment, a sudden grenade exploded, causing shrieks from soldiers with sharp shrapnel that claimed their lives. And I didn't miss that time and started running towards the grass where I threw my gun at me, kicking my legs nonstop. The sinking heart beats again with a thump. The rain falling, the rain of bullets pouring down in the dark. I breathed violently, leaving everything solely to my instinct.

[Dong-yoon runs left!] Don't let me stick my head out, keep shooting! Shoot!!!

The shooting, which had been stalled by the sound of the explosion, was only brief, and the eyes and gunfire of the soldiers were focused on me. As soon as I ran to the floor, I pierced frantically through the muddy floor and the air that flew from all sides. However, the old man, who was watching the whole situation, sent radio messages at the right moment and ordered cover shots to prevent soldiers from sticking their heads out of the cover.

The loud gunfire from both directions, and the moment something hit my thigh, I was able to hide behind the rock, falling like a fall on the floor. The whole body was ruined by rainwater and soil. I picked my breath roughly, wiping my face with both hands, and quickly reaching out to the pain felt on my thigh soon enough to feel my thigh. And the hand that touched the gunshot wound on the thigh was stained with dark blood, and the pants were dyed dark red. At that moment the radio rang.

[Dong-yoon! Are you all right!]

What was heard on the radio was the voice of an old man who was about to die. Yeah, it's all right. Of course, gunshot wounds occurred in the thigh, but without cover shots from the elderly and people, they would have been shot in the head or body, not in the thigh. I quickly take a bandage out of my bag and stop bleeding the wound and tighten it so it won't loosen. Then he picked up the gun he had put down on the floor and answered the old man who urgently called me.

"It's all right! I'll go over there first!"

We've handled the supporting firearms, but that's as good as a single wave. Now that time has been running out since the first skirmish, I could tell that the situation was not very good when I saw more and more bullets pouring in. I cringe for a moment at the rain of shots from all sides and look sideways at the direction where the old man was. Then he began to run at the timing pointed by sharp nerves and instincts, and soon he was able to reach the place where people were scattering.

As I slipped as if I were flying away from the lights and bullets, the old man hiding in the grass reached out and held me as if he had been waiting. And I, who hid as a cover as I was taken away, was able to confirm that the old man, detective Kang, and people were gathering there to sort out the wounded. A temporary shelter for long hours of engagement, I breathed rough breath facing an old man whose face and head were stained with muddy water, and soon asked the old man urgently.

"When will Team B and people get out!"

The goal of the A team's engagement is not victory but attention. That's why we are waiting for the moment when we can't win the game with firepower and let the B team and the people go safely. However, the number of casualties is increasing and the situation is getting worse. At my question, which was bound to become urgent by itself, the old man shouted at me, firing at the soldiers as if it was not yet the time.

"If we don't let it go, Team B will be attacked too! We have to hold on until we're sure! Even if I die!!!”

It was the scourge of a withering old man who brought me to my senses when I was about to be a little impatient. And the moment the cry hits the eardrum, lightning strikes the head, and the vow that flew away in pain and tiredness comes back. The faces of Chae-yeon and our group passing by like a flashlight. I clenched my teeth thinking of them waiting for our news on the other side. The bandage tied to the thigh was dark red, but strangely it didn't hurt.

Yeah, from the moment we stepped into the limb, we might have known for ourselves. With the retreat that exists in the darkness behind, you can run away from this hellish moment if you run toward that darkness. But even in those moments of pain, we were still waiting for the moment of hope that we had held them so tightly. There is life behind, and death ahead. But there is only darkness in the back, and only light in the front. It was obvious what we would choose.

It rained a lot even though it was spring. As I sweep my face down in the dripping rainwater, the old man quickly takes off his hat and puts it on me. The old man's warm body temperature felt from his cold head spread rapidly throughout his body, and I clenched my teeth and raised the gun forward.

Perhaps this moment is the reason why we have lived this far. Perhaps now is the reason why the heart was beating so far. I let all my thoughts and pains slip in the rain. The muddy water on the floor slowly began to mix my blood.

“ .”

Between the gunshot and the scream, a deep twinkle rings. I focused all my nerves between the sightings and put in a few bullets. When I pull the trigger, a cold knock chirps my fingertips. And fire gun-ball fires and fire at soldiers, which are beginning to grow in numbers. A bullet that passes overhead, a piece of rock that splashes on the face. But I didn't close my eyes. Under the rainwater flowing down like our blood, I pulled and pulled the trigger with a single thought that I could not make way for it.

Just like that's perfect!

The flame that had bloomed in the dark goes out.

Tack!

The second flame in the dark goes out. I keep that simple pull, like blowing out a candle with my breath. But then, it has been transmitted to our skin and nerves that our flames are going out one by one.

palpitating

Still beating heart, I breathed fast, feeling the echo over the firm dogheadboard.

And at that moment, the urgent voice of Park Dae-bak rang out from the radio set in the front island.

[Old man! That was the last of our ammunition!] What do we do now?!]

Damn it! The old man, who hears the radio, hurls an empty bullet hole into the air, using coarse curses. Then he hurriedly hid himself in the cover and exhaled his breath to the limit. I can see that the old man's belt is empty. No, not just the old man, but everyone's belt in the nearby cover was empty. And a group of Park Dae-bak, who fought with them in different parts of the country, shouted, "Isn't the situation good?"

"You! You! And you! Little bit injured kids collect their ammunition and give it to me, pick up the wounded here and get back!"

It's a long battle. The old man eventually made an inevitable choice and gave instructions to send relatively inexperienced guards back with the wounded. Then they start scraping together the ammunition they had and the extra ammunition they had left. Now the people left in the cover and the area of engagement were only experienced or capable of efficient shooting, and now they had to concentrate all their attention on one step and one step. The old man threw me a bundle of bags with cover fire so that the crew and the injured could safely fall back.

"Dong-yoon!"

The old man calls my name like he's out of breath. And I could understand the old man's meaning even though the sentence was not completed after my name. He crawls across the floor and grabs the bag thrown by the old man. The package of bags soaked with muddy water contained only six ammunition dumps. But these ammunition dumps, nearly half of them under the hot current situation, will be a big boost to the Park Dae-bak group that is struggling there. I squeeze my bag out of the closet.

The fewer bullets we fire, the more slowly the opponent began to narrow towards this side. A deadly firefly streaming in the dark, the fires fly to me through the muddy floor and the trees that are now mop. However, my running forward with a carton of amber crosses without hesitation between the dusty wood and the debris of rain.

If you hide in a cloak, hide behind a tree, and allow even a slight gap in nerves and instinct, you fly forward without hesitation. As the dark space became as narrow as a taffy, I was able to reach the area of a swarm of gourds in an instant. And at that moment, the shouting and screams that came between the tinnitus hit my eardrums. The body instinctively moves to lift the gun.

"Awwwwow!

"Dead, you bastard!!!”

Since the firing frequency of the group began to decrease, the soldiers have gradually narrowed the interval between the fighting. And Park Dae-bak's team, which was on the diagonal front, naturally collided with a soldier coming forward this way, and was engaged in a reckless white war with no retreat in their hearts. With a desperate cry, the blood they shed drench the floor and the will to never let it pass is flowing down the rainwater.

And half a second, it was time before I moved my sight, pulled the trigger.

Tack!

First of all, Park Dae-bak's head was blown away. With more than half of the Park Dae-bak group already suffering, the blood on the floor has been imprinted on my eyes and the blood in my heart has begun to boil again.

I can see soldiers glistening through the darkness in the distance. At that moment, the head of the firewood, which was filled with anger, accelerates and hurts like it's about to fall out, naturally answers.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Short hair, short hair, short hair. The index finger, which mechanically pulled the trigger, did not miss the target. The bullets that left my gun as if they had a magnet on them are stuck in them, and the gap that narrows quickly stops as if it were being cut off. And I didn't miss that time and glided into the cover, grabbing Park Dae-bak.

"Tanchang!"

I shouted, spitting out the dirt and water that came into my mouth. It's already been a long time since my whole body was soaked, and my eyes are blurred by the bleeding that started from my thigh. But what was holding me so much, my body was moving like a set system.

And Park Dae-bak breathes hard, not much different from me. His bloodstained hands. But he shook his hands and finally finished loading, lifting the gun toward the front.

Flames bloom in the dark. And at the end of our gun there was despair. The escaping shells embroider the air, and the pale smoke rising from the gunpoint lingers long in my eyes like a mist in the lake.

Breathe, bullets, index finger, extension. My body, reciting the word in a hazy spirit, moves like a machine. Fire and kill, bite to prevent them from coming over. How much time has passed and at that moment has tied us up.

“ .”

In the midst of the ecstasy, the noisy radio noise between the tinnitus wakes my mind. Surprised by the noise, I realize that the ammunition dump is empty. And the moment he was about to reload quickly, the radio noise that rang out began to turn into a distinct roar in the awakening spirit. Something heavy rings across the atmosphere, and the nerves with their heads down for a moment raise their heads in unison, ringing alarm bells in my head.

[Get down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

The radio shows the old man's desperate cry. When I heard the yell, I and Park Dae-bak lay down on the floor like instinct and hugged their heads with both hands.

Boom!!!!!

And at that moment the explosion that reverses the source of all the elements chirps the atmosphere and the earth. The flames, which were seen in hell, rose in the grass, and the wind that seemed to blow everything came out, pushing away Park Dae-bak, raising fears that he could not resist. The skin was hot, and no sound was heard except tinnitus. I could see that this was a mortar round.

[Dong-yoon, it's now!] Get Team B and everyone out of here!]

The old man keeps calling me in a hoarse voice to see if I'm safe despite this heavy artillery attack. The moment we waited and waited so long, the old man and I instinctively realized that this was the moment when all the soldiers came.

In no time to answer the old man, I crawled across the floor and approached that far-flung backpack. Then he drew out a small radio that had been pre-connected with the dragon arm, bleeding amid a flurry of gunfire. A trembling hand, but a voice that shouldn't be. I said it.

"Please, Yongpal."

No need for a long talk. My voice was not quivering at that moment, nor sorrow nor tinnitus. And beyond the walkie-talkie the moment the calm voice was delivered to Yong-pal, a mournful reply mixed with cries was heard.

But without hesitation, I turned off the radio and gasped. The rain from heaven drenched my face and body, and the blood from me drench the floor at this moment.

Boom! Boom!

There is no more dark forest. The flowers of fire rising from all sides and the blood on the floor directs us to the last curtain call, driving out the darkness. Every moment passes by like a flash in front of my eyes. The imprint that remained in my memory as in the picture was being completed like the spring breeze of Sinabro. Team B and people escaped. At that moment I felt the chills and joys that began at the tip of my toes reached my head.

I was laughing in the middle of the bloodstained muddy water.

The radio rises and the voice of the calm old man rings.

[Team A, retreat.]

I plugged in the last bullet I took out of my bag.