The mercenaries arrived at the front line faction.
As I was told when we met, Simon, the leader, was to take true care of him. It seems to be customary here for recruits to have veteran soldiers on them to give direct instructions and follow up.
Looks like each of the other three is in charge. Three of the eleventh presidential squads of the Mercenary School - Simon, Andrew and Charles - were particularly brilliant in that role.
I was in charge of Johnny - unlucky for him, Andrew.
"That tattoo is just lovely, too. How nice. I knew men had to have thick hair. Not just your head, but your body. Take more zinc."
"You're kidding me! Why do I have to work with a guy like this?
I didn't even think it was really a good feeling for Johnny, who would be wicked by Andrew. If I did it, it would be an area where all the prestige would be good, the guy with the big attitude, but I would still feel sorry for him.
"You're lucky to have been able to work with Simon, me and you"
At the time of Simon's departure, another soldier, acting in the same threesome, spoke. An Italian by the name of Alan.
Apparently Simon is the leader of the mercenaries. Alan, look at Simon, the way he treats many other soldiers, and listen to the narrative grass, and you can clearly see that he is trusted and respected by the soldiers. Positively, his employer, the commander of Ariada, seemed to be above him, but both the commanders and the Ariadas seemed to have a glance at Simon.
In yesterday's inn and earlier strongholds, Simon was often stuck with Lei Li, Charles and Andrew. According to what I've heard from other soldiers, they always team up and cross the battlefield.
"Remember that. Those four are the aces here. No, you're an ace wherever you go. When it comes to the Eleventh Presidential Team of Mercenary Schools, they are known in the mercenary neighborhood."
"Mercenary school?
When I hear Alan say that such a thing exists in the world, the truth is rare, and I give him a slightly elevated voice. In my head, I think of myself with a question mark over my head.
Alan told me about being a mercenary school:
One day a rare substitute was created in France called the Mercenary School, which was known among mercenaries from all over the world.
In the beginning there was a strong negative voice, and many made fools of themselves. Said, "If you're going to train mercenaries, you can train regular soldiers." "Why would you do that when France originally had an outsider unit?" "Mercenaries can be trained in action," "I'm sure they won't be used, such as someone who was taught elegantly in school," etc.
It was also rumored that it might be a mercenary rental aim, but in the first place it cannot be formed as a business such as the rental of mercenaries by the state, because it is something that is employed at extremely low wages by the mercenaries themselves, by countries and forces that cannot afford their own power.
Soldiers enrolled or graduated from this mercenary school, unlike the French foreign forces, are not granted status as military personnel, nor are they able to acquire their nationality. It is treated entirely as a separate frame from the military itself, and it has become an extremely pure training facility before its construction.
But they are just pre-construction stories, and in fact they are frequently sent to the battlefield even while in school. The story is an open secret.
Above all, there is also one aspect of being a person who undertakes a dirty job that cannot be done by the regular army, and that is also said to be the biggest aim for which the Mercenary School was founded.
At first, they were ridiculed, but from those who founded the mercenary school, they were mercenaries, and all the teachers were former mercenaries - it was also known that they were soldiers of a well-known war, and their ratings have been different. In the meantime, when mercenaries at Mercenary School became active on the battlefield, no one was fooling around.
Nowadays, it seems that a mercenary school graduate alone is quite hackneyed. But that doesn't mean they get special treatment on the battlefield. On the contrary, there is a brand of mercenary school graduates who are more often tasked with dangerous tasks at some point.
Some of the graduates have joined civilian military companies, where they seem to be treated fairly favourably, but not so many who graduate from mercenary schools and join civilian military companies. Mostly they become freelance mercenaries and head to dangerous battlefields.
And "The Mercenary School's Eleventh Presidential Team" seems to be an legendary presence among them. Its name is known both on the back streets of Japan and among American gangs. Only among those involved in rough events around the world, its visibility will not even be drawn by Bowman Amano, who is famous for being the greatest hero of the twenty-first century.
They did numerous glorious accomplishments from school, and after graduation they played on many more battlefields. It has become famous not only among the mercenary neighborhoods, but also among regular armies in wartime countries, and they say it has taken many scouts.
In fact, there was an event where I truly knew the greatness of that name value. When I quit being a mercenary and the alias Junko Yukioka's murder doll spread in the back street, when I got to know a person called a former mercenary and said I was a mercenary myself, it was when I was laughed at and cursed with my nose.
"Just don't name yourself a former mercenary in about six months. Say it after at least five years. Bug spit runs for guys like you. I suppose I just showed up on the battlefield just to make fun of the title of ex-mercenary."
Truth is, I'm a dick. At least the fellows I fought with recognized me as a soldier, and they trusted me, so I felt ridiculed up to that fellow, and I mumbled back.
"The eleventh presidential squad at Mercenary School recognized me as a good comrade. Ask your new home if you think it's a lie."
I was embarrassed to seem to flirt with the name, but when I heard the true words, my eyes changed to see the true of a man named ex-mercenary. And I've also made an apology with a disgraceful face. That was all the name of the eleventh term chairman of the mercenary school was immense.
(Only those four have a strong aura)
As I look at the combination of the four: a short young black, a middle-aged oriental, a good man and a white man with long forehead, and a white man with a giant wolf in Mukimkimacho, I truly think. Only where those four people are, it even feels like another space.
"There's another one, by the way. He's the same Japanese as you. This guy is awesome again. She's in therapy for her injuries."
Alan said with a deep laugh.
By the way, one of the four recruits retired without going out on the battlefield. It's a very stupid reason, but I caught a cold. He was driven back from the camp to the base where he had been earlier, for only that reason, that he could not be fooled.
"I'm glad you've lost one."
"What the fuck, you son of a bitch"
Johnny bites Li Lei, who laughs at his ears.
"The quarrel" Jai Ay "is behind us. Hey, I got you."
Simon told as he peered into his binoculars.
It's the Rock Desert where they are. Large and small rocks roll around and act as shields. The place where the anti-government resistance Ariada and mercenary forces are in formation is situated on a slope that is sombre, with enemy government forces dressed approaching from below. And then there's less shielding under the slope than above. Even the amateur can see at a glance, but the anti-government side is overwhelmingly advantageous on the terrain.
But I saw government forces that became visible to the naked eye and blew it out of my true head, such as such topographical advantages.
The number of soldiers was simply different. I was wondering if there would be ten times this one over there.
Resistance and mercenary soldiers scatter. True, Simon and Alan hid in strangely low rock shade. And it's out front. It's the first place they're going to be after. I really wanted to get a better place, but Simon chose that place, so I couldn't help it. I just have to follow.
"Would you have preferred a better place? I'm sorry to hear that. Curse me for taking care of you."
Simon joking and laughing. Later, I fought with Simon many times to find out, but Simon takes the initiative to go to such dangerous places, but it is not reckless or barbaric, and he does so after calculating his standing and predicting the movement of his enemies.
And when it comes to the true treatment of being a newcomer, it seems that this is still being done after thinking about it. Simon said, "That Junko came all the way here to make it stronger. You should treat him quite well," he said. If you're a regular recruit, it's where you treat them with a little more effort so they don't panic or anything with fear, but Simon decided it wasn't necessary either because they sent you in via Junko.
A gunshot went off.
True men fall back and hide in the shadows of the rocks. Right over my head, I can see a bullet pouring down like a continual bullet in a place separated by a piece of rock.
Simon and Alan were riding themselves out of the low rock shade and shooting at each other as if they knew when the bullet was going to stop.
True, on the other hand, was stiff, holding an automatic small gun. Like the two of us, I know I have to shoot, but my body doesn't try to move.
(Now, if I get my head out, I could die)
I can think of that. Occasionally fear rushes all over his body and his hands tremble.
(To be strong, you're here to fight. You're here to kill me. Yet what is this mama? We should have killed each other already)
I tell myself, but my body doesn't move. I refuse to do everything in my power. It doesn't feed on courage or courage, such as fighting the people who killed their mothers or the shitty bastards who killed their childhood tame. Instinct was complaining that this was a more likely place to die.
I want to be shuddering and trembling all the time like this. If you get your head out, you're likely to die. All you have to do is go back to Japan, meet Junko, throw out all your dicky determination, apologize, and get along again. I'm sure Junko will accept that with that angelic smile.
That's when I even came up with that, the truth is, I saw it. The man next door.
Seeing the rock shade next door a little further away, Johnny was shaking the same way. He said it was all that bravery, but until he was pale in the face, peeling off his eyes and squealing his teeth, he looked like a good, true eye.
When I wonder if I look like that myself, I feel ashamed and want to die. No, more embarrassing and pitiful is what I was thinking in my head right now. How chicken. How much of a loser.
(I don't want to be like him. I just thought in my head I'd have to kill myself a shithole first)
The truth, as pitiful and miserable as I wanted to kill myself, beat my fear with anger coming from shame, and rode myself out of the shadows of a rock and shot me.
Shoot only for a moment and pull right in. Maybe it hasn't hit me. But...
(Yay...)
The truth was trembling with satisfaction. The tremor of fear had turned into a warrior tremor. Russia, courage is boiling. I could feel the very feeling of courage. It was uninterruptedly hot and pleasant. If I say it's just adrenaline, I don't have a body or a lid, but it really felt like it was courage itself.
"Let's go!
Simon screams. Probably screamed consciously of the truth.
(Go!?
Know the meaning of the word, true blue. All I can think of is what words mean is popping up in the rain of this bullet.
As declared, Simon lowered himself and jumped out of the shadows of the rocks. Alan follows without hesitation.
Truth is for a moment, but I hesitated. I even thought it would be better to ignore it and shrink here. If we leave here at any rate, we'll be exposed to defenseless bullets. But he decides it's better to follow the veterans, Simon and the others, who are really just a little behind, jump out of the rock shade after the two of them, and run quickly in a cramped position.
Simon, Alan, and the bullet pours down for the truth. But because of the distance, that's not how it hits those who are running.
A blast sounded in the rear and the blast reached only a few on his true back. Close to the breeze.
Simon jumps into another rock shade. Alan and True imitate that too.
Looking backwards, a rock that had been there earlier was eating a direct blow from an enemy mortar. As we found out later, Simon and Alan killed him flashly to distract the enemy, and after reading the timing of the mortar's arrival, he said he moved.
I learned plenty about reading around here and how to build a battle flow, true to six months of mercenary life, watching Simon. And the other, even from a Japanese mercenary who's not here right now.
I had been shooting guns in the same place for a while, but Simon popped up again. Alan follows suit.
True to follow Simon and Alan. Now the bullet doesn't fly over here. Looks like another place is being targeted.
Simon had moved quite a bit forward to the rock, so the truth made me anxious. Dress up close to the enemy. No, there are obviously enemies lurking in this rock shade on the side.
Before jumping into the shadows of a rock, Simon threw a grenade in the shade of a rock that would have enemies. Along with the sound of the explosion, an enemy who was in the shadow of a rock is engulfed in a blast. Truth is, I admire Simon's bravery for approaching him for this while covering his face with his arms to keep the sand curled in the blast out of his eyes.
I go into the rock shadow and keep shooting again for a while. Now it stayed inside, long without moving.
Then how much time would have passed. Pretty much seems to have passed.
Second, I felt signs of people nearby. Johnny was running his eyes blood and peeling his teeth out, nodding next to his true. I didn't realize when I'd even come to the same rock shade.
I don't see the other two working with Johnny in the first place. Have you come to a place like this in confusion, detached from the Macho Okama named Andrew and the other? This is the closest place to the enemy.
Johnny was right up, riding himself out of the shadows of the rocks and shooting. In a different way than myself, Johnny seems to have overcome his fears, too, Truth observes.