Kill the Dragon

# 18 Red

Lee was lying in bed all week. Anonymous drugs are running through the veins. Arc's executives stopped by several times to hear this briefing. The arc does not blame the group. The reinforcements are only soldiers, not commanders. The cause of the operation was not a shortage of reinforcements. Rather, the reinforcements were more than expected.

“The result of training. ”

Red listened to the report and said. The survival is proof that the second generation of young soldiers had as flexible combat accidents as the adult soldiers. Combat accidents like this don't grow overnight. This is why training has always been so extreme. After leaving Central Control, the boys did what they had to do without losing their concentration to the end. The plants in the greenhouse that had grown by the manual were impossible.

“The kids from those days are good. ”

The executive next to Sergeant Red said. In the same time period as this, the children in the third grade were prominently superior.

“They survived a lot. ”

During the second year of Lee's class, there was a fall in the New States dimension fracture, and there was a pure-wave raid. About the same time, half of the second graders died. The children who survived the incident were strong and superior in spirit.

“The power is overwhelming, as expected. I'm sorry about Australia, but it's our cue. Dragons are avoiding generations of all-out war. ”

Second generation psychoframes overwhelm the power of dragons. A seasoned second generation psychoframe can catch one dragon by itself. It was impossible in the last war. To catch a dragon, first-generation psychoframes had to fight with all their might.

“Smith also said that the 2nd generation psychoframe had far superior combat power than expected. ”

“Equal power to dragons. ”

The existence of the dragon was a disaster for mankind. There was an invincibility that could not be counteracted by any weapon, but now there is a second generation of symmetrical dragons.

“Maybe a year from now. ”

Sergeant Red mutters: We need to preserve and control the power of the second generation for a year. Long war preparations have come to an end. He bites the cigar into his mouth and walks down the hallway. The cloudy smoke waves heavily as you worry.

"Some countries need to be destroyed. I never thought I'd be able to end a war without sacrifice. ’

Australia remained in the National Guard after all. However, if such a mission fails in a weaker country, that country will end that day. Many minor nations have disappeared or been absorbed into neighboring countries in the last war.

‘A trivial sacrifice must be handed over. ’

Sergeant Red walks to the covered floor. Australia's nuclear strike could also be halted at a universal level. You can send troops from each country to form a blockade and form reinforcements on the arc to launch a maneuver. If I thought humanitarian, I wouldn't have to use the nukes at the expense of civilians.

‘But we cannot prevent all future failures like that. ’

This is a realistic matter. Countries cannot afford to deploy troops and form coalition forces. National interests, misgivings, and budget problems catch up. If you spend your military strength and do not use your strength in war after a very important year, your accomplishments will be meaningless.

Sending troops to foreign countries from a humanitarian standpoint does not guarantee that they will be supported when they are attacked. Politics is so uneasy that treaties between countries are meaningless. “Oracle.”

Sergeant Red stands in front of the room. He opens the door and walks in. Oracle sleeps soundly. The fruit of the basket on the table was dry because it was left for a long time without eating.

‘I felt suddenly ill. ’

Oracle's condition is at its worst. Death is near. It's been over a month since I got out of the room. All the medical staff can do is replenish their stamina and strength. There is no fundamental solution.

‘What it feels like to know death in advance. ’

Oracle knows he's going to die, even if he doesn't have the ability to see. A disease called psychic exposure. All dead without exception. Many first-generation bikers were exposed to psychic attacks. People who have been awakened to a sicker due to excessive psychic exposure. They died in agony after the war.

Sergeant Red takes pity on Oracle. She's not originally a soldier. She was just an ordinary girl. Sergeant Red watched as she turned into what she is now.

“We're all guilty. ”

Sergeant Red scolded the boys more than anyone else. I forced children my parents would miss to think and fight like adults. It was something someone had to do. Someone had to do it, that doesn't make sense. Sergeant Red's insides fester. Every time I looked at myself, I could smell it.

“I won't live long either. ”

Red said. Oracle raises an eyebrow.

“You think you're gonna live that long after smoking? You're greedy.”

Oracle rises to poverty. She hardly raises her upper body.

“How are you feeling? ”

“I feel better. The doctor says it's half-life now. I can walk again soon. ”

Sergeant Red narrows his eyes. The heavy lips moved.

“When was the last time? ”

Oracle nods. She surrenders as if she had accepted death. His hysterical temperament also deteriorated a lot.

“I'll close my eyes before I see the end of mankind. There's only one shot left. I won't be able to hold out until the next half-life. ”

“Yes."

One more seizure and Oracle is dead. Sergeant Red felt his chest become empty.

“I'm leaving. And the kids made it back alive? ”

Oracle asks about the group. The third graders were to blame for her personality deterioration. Boys much younger than themselves are fighting for their lives. Knowledge is different from seeing it first-graders. Oracle felt sorry for the boys. He pledged to use his abilities for a hundredth of them.

“All aboard. ”

“Limit?”

“You're interested in hahn. ”

“He's... a little strange. ”

Oracle bites his lip. Her eyes quake in anxiety.

“I know it's weird. He's unusually good at his age. ”

Sergeant Red said as if it were nothing.

“That's not what I meant. I've stolen his future a few times. ”

“But?”

“I never saw it. It's endlessly dark. There's no shadows. It's not weird to die all the time. I can't even guarantee he'll be alive until tomorrow. ”

“… what does that mean? ”

“I don't know. I've never seen it look like this before. ”

“An unusual case. ”

Sergeant Red closes his eyes with a crooked jaw.

Oracle's hair was dull. I've lost my shine for a long time. She glances at Sergeant Red. I remembered my past sergeant. He was much younger and more handsome than he is now.

“You've got white hair. ”

Oracle pulls on Sergeant Red's hair. White hair was pulled out.

“I'm stressed. ”

Sergeant Red gazes indifferently at one of his white-haired strands and burns it with his firepower. I haven't cared about my looks in a long time. Sergeant Red looks much older than he really is. He spent 10 years as old as 20.

“Do me a favor. Red.”

Oracle says, Sergeant Red looks up.

“Tell me.”

“I want to go home. ”

“It's a ruin. There's nothing here. ”

Sergeant Red said coldly.

“The ruins are fine. I want to paint there. Please.”

Oracle grabs Red Sergeant's hand. The parched fingers were helpless. Sergeant Red looks at her indifferently. I'm accustomed to hiding pretending I don't have feelings.

“It's hard to get permission to go out. Oracle.”

“I know you can do it. Whoever did this is a war hero. Arc can't ignore you. ”

“You speak cunningly. ”

Sergeant Red stands up without confirmation. Oracle looks back at Red and adds,

“You would have done me a favor a long time ago. ”

Sergeant Red scratches his head. I can't remember what I used to be. It's a vivid memory for Oracle, but a long time ago for Sergeant Red. There was a gap between the two.

Red returns to his private room. He pulled out an old album. I saw the printed analog pictures. Old photos of the battlefield. Red did not digitize these photos. This picture has a faint smell of wet battlefield. It was enough to remember a long time ago.

“Hmm.”

Sergeant Red lies on his back and looks at the picture. The hand of Red, who was handing over the album, stops. There was Oracle. He was smiling. It was before the psychotic episode.

Sergeant Red closes his eyes. The smell stimulated my memory. I remembered the feeling that sank deep. Memories go back in time.

Four Dimensional Gates were opened a year after the start of the Dragon War. The most intense battles were on the Mediterranean coast along Turkey and Saudi Arabia, while the other was on the border with Mexico and Guatemala. Minions continue to arrive as Turkey and Guatemala fail to block the dimensional gates. Near the Dimensional Gate, the Second Dragon and the Third Dragon were guarding the nest as if it were a setup.

“Sergeant.”

A squad member calls Red. Sergeant Red looks back while shaving in the desert. Soldiers were shooting all around.

“What's going on? ”

“Colonel Foster's page. Barracks two. ”

“What the hell are you calling me for again? ”

Sergeant Red grunts and wipes his chin with a cloth soaked in water. With the shaving foam, my beard was swept away.

“Do you want to come? ”

The squad member says Sergeant Red shakes his hands with a look of nonsense.

“I'm not some puberty girl. I'm not going with you. Go to work. ”

Sergeant Red cynically said. There were a lot of civilians in his 501st platoon just a few months ago. The 501st platoon was full of soldiers. The 501st platoon deployed Civilian Saikers to the battlefield with four weeks' training. Of course, most of them are idiots. Military bikers are rare in places like this.

“Come in.”

Colonel Foster said: Sergeant Red has gone inside. All soldiers are sickers, but not commanders.

“You summoned me.”

Sergeant Red salutes. In my speech, I was annoyed. He would, too, and Colonel Foster put a lot of effort into Sergeant Red. Anything happens, I page Sergeant Red.

‘I am the only trustworthy platoon commander here. ’

The 501 Special Forces are still lacking in practical experience. Not many commanders have the proper command skills. Sergeant Red was only as good as a soldier before the Cyclops. Colonel Foster had blackmailed Red pretending to be trustworthy.

“There's a distress signal. It's in the middle of Sabrintown. ”

“Sabrins? Isn't that a place full of minions? There can't be any survivors there. ”

Sabrins are small towns with open dimensional gates. The area was occupied by minions. Minions don't capture humans alive. Kill on sight. There is a close 0% chance of people being alive there.

“It's hard to believe, but it's true. And according to the communications, it's a group of survivors with a sicker. ”

Sergeant Red grimaces. If there is a sicker, it is possible that he survived with some kind of ability. Sergeant Red is not cold enough to leave civilian survivors behind. He had military ethics. He paged his squad and began preparing for the operation.