Play with Mad Scientists!

As it is an excursion until you return home, it is an operation until you return to base.

Skol pours down in the dark night. The soldiers continue to be struck by pouring rain in complete darkness.

In the harsh environment of heavy rain in the pitch-black jungle, the soldiers still keep walking fast. Many soldiers do not have dark vision devices or anything like that. A leading soldier wears a myopic goggle and walks without losing sight of the leading soldier.

Soldiers' trousers are coated with water-resistant fluorescent paint on their buttocks. Just a little so you can't see it from afar. I'm walking on it.

(Much apart)

Seeing as the fluorescent paint walking ahead was getting smaller didn't really try to speed up the walk. In this situation, a mere accidental fall is a lifesaver. It tasted bad on the boulder when the paint on the forward soldier's butt stopped being visible, but he decided he should keep even the distance he was seeing.

It is a difficult undertaking, even if it merely proceeds in the jungle of dark, inclement weather, not to fall, not to hit a tree. At least it would have been better if it hadn't even rained.

"Are the enemies still after us!?

"Oh!? I don't see anything, and I don't know!

"Didn't you already sprinkle it!? Hurry up before the West guys get here! Even if they don't have a nose, they have a good night's eye!

"No, I hit a tree again. And the branches stung me in the face."

Scream and engage in conversation so that the sound of rain does not overwhelm you. Compared to the sound of a mortar constantly pouring down on the battlefield, it's not even as loud.

Retreat after a night raid. Skol became both auspicious and vicious. I may have been able to sprinkle the chaser, but my own army is also significantly slowing down.

But one way or another, I truly see that good action is greater. I can't use Battle Creature for tracking or my proud nose in this rain. All odors are washed away. But it's troublesome to have a good night's eye.

(You should have come all the way to the base already. Hopefully I can go home with nothing going on like this...... that's a struggle too)

It was that arrowhead that truly thought of that.

A bursting sound of pan echoed in the true immediate vicinity. Then the light exploded in front of me. No, it looked as if the light had exploded. In fact, for a moment, a strong light was just emitted. With a sudden light in the dark night, my eyes glare.

Truth is, I was afraid. No, it's not just true. All the soldiers immediately understood and feared what the current explosion of light meant.

Near true - forward, someone caught a booby trap. Then it emitted light. If the enemy had followed us, we would have been able to locate our troops in the light we have now.

Moreover, given the location, this was not set up by the enemy. Ironically, it seems the allies got caught up in what they set up before the fort.

"Motherfucker! What an idiot!

Someone screamed, but blaming is cruel. In this complete dark night, and with a scowl, it's impossible to tell anyone to avoid being trapped by themselves. But I just couldn't get through the impossibility, and the worst development came.

The muzzle flash continues to glow in the rear. A slight, but certainly resounding, gunshot sound in the midst of heavy rainfall. The enemy was still after us. And there was a true army that shined the light, and it showered the rain of the bullets.

"True! Whoa! True!"

A familiar scream is raised right ahead.

"Johnny!? Where!?

I cried out the name of the Lord of my voice, and as I moved forward, I felt the feeling of treading on the flesh.

"Fuck! I did it!

Bad Johnny was at his true feet. Truth is, I understand. He said the one caught on the booby trap was Johnny, who was walking right in front of him true.

"I've got a bunch of fragments stabbing all over my body... Sit! I can't stand up!

With a voice full of anger and mourning, Johnny screams.

In the dark night, a shootout begins that relies solely on the shooter's muzzle flash. But the truth doesn't try to shoot me, and I try to figure out Johnny's condition by hand.

Something neat and raw warm adhered to my true hand. Even in the torrential rain, it fell on my true hand without being flushed by the rain. There is only one place that means that.

Truth is, I picked it up. Stinks even in this rain. It's Johnny's fresh gut, just sticking out of his torn belly.

I really don't know what Johnny looked like then, or how he was in it. I don't see it. Are you glad you don't see it? Does the strange imagination work for the invisible and become unnecessarily vague? I don't even know the answer to that.

"Wow...! Oh, come on, am I going to die!? Body, move... Give it to me. Yo. I don't even feel the pain...... is that it!?

I'm gasping in the voice that Johnny threatened under the truth.

Truth turns his head desperately and thinks. Against the dying, how shall we do it? What can you do for him? What is the best answer? Think about what Johnny deserves, what you can do, and what you have to do before then.

"I'll kill you till your minute!

When I yelled at Johnny, towards the intermittent bright light, I shot the gun all over me. It's bad for Johnny, but there's nothing I can do. Besides - I can't even afford to nurse you to death. I'm in the middle of a fight now.

Hearing the true word, Johnny felt strange for some reason and laughed.

"Don't get wet, buddy" Buddy... "

Johnny passed away laughing when he whined in a voice no one could hear at the end.

In the darkness of seeing nothing, rely only on enemy muzzle flashes and even shoot assault rifles. Same goes for the enemy. Surviving or not is tantamount to leaving it to luck.

If Johnny wasn't first, and the truth was walking first, it's also possible that the truth would have caught on the booby trap and rolled through his guts.

The world is unreasonably made, not just for the battlefield. Maybe all humans are just dancing at the whim of fate. Truth thinks that while shooting a gun.

I don't admit the truth. Everything in this world would be just the result of luck, but whoever manipulates destiny, for example, does not give up living, does not acknowledge and does not accept the end of death. I don't even need to be ready to die. I strongly believe that anything will survive to fulfill its purpose.

Stop shooting the gun once and snag Johnny's body. I couldn't shoot a dead man anyway, so I was going to get his share of ammunition soon.

(Johnny is done. But I don't want to end it!

Whenever I was in danger for my life, the truth was stirring me up with my obsession with raw. By burning his life, he protected his life as Mr. Tong.

(If you die, it's all over. You have an afterlife? It doesn't matter. This is the only time I have this life. And to me...)

There is a purpose that must be accomplished, truly. This battle now is also a process to accomplish its purpose. To be strong. Absolutely survive for that.

for tomorrow than today. But survive today for tomorrow. In the darkness, with the sound of gunfire and rain that rings forever, the truth keeps killing to live, feeling an infinitely equal amount of time.

That was more than four years ago.