The enemy guerrillas are not the only ones shooting mortars. Regular army soldiers and mercenaries are also shooting.
On one side of the perimeter, the crippled bodies of the children are rolling. No, some of them are scattered.
Some of the bodies were more like large rubber dolls than human corpses, in true eyes. Thanks to the blast, the tears all over my body, and the twisting and twisting of my nigga at a strange angle, I don't think I'm a human child who lived until just now.
(I'll kill you without one left. The ones who let you die like this.)
Cold and quiet anger dominated the truth. Pledges, determination and willingness to kill go hand in hand, and the truth is that you keep shooting and killing even small guns. While I kill the kids coming at me, I manage to get a gap and occasionally see them from the rock shade, trying to put a gun to a guerrilla soldier, but it doesn't work inside.
True feels that enemy attacks have gradually weakened as more damage has been done to enemy allies.
(Can we just keep trying a little harder?
That's what I thought, arrowheads, the sound of freezing the regular army soldiers, echoed in the sky.
It used to be a nightmare for infantry. Being protected by armor, flying around the sky at high speeds, spouting bullets unilaterally toward the ground, creating piles of corpses.
"Helicopter. I'm not stupid."
I look up at the battle helicopter dancing in the sky and my new home throws up with a mockery.
In the last century, combat helicopters, which were like reapers to infantry, disappeared gradually from the battlefield themselves, since the performance of surface-to-air missiles became more and more developed and easily dropped.
I don't want to talk about it because it costs a lot of money to manufacture anyway, but it gets dropped easily. The rise of aggressive drones like the Predator, popular at the beginning of this century, also applauded the loss of the battle helicopter's turn.
It is a combat helicopter that has lost its place as an anachronistic weapon, but it is sold off at low prices and can also serve as one of the weapons of the poor, along with Battle Creature, in conflict zones that occur in poor small countries.
Also, the United States, which has created a trend of drone regulation, seems to be turning around and flying Apache again. But this is off the tide of the world, and I don't actively use it with the US military.
Regular soldiers who did not bring surface-to-air missiles or other weapons to the appearance of combat helicopters were afraid, but mercenaries were different. I have seen it many times before, so I also carry portable anti-aircraft missiles.
Before the battle helicopter moved on to the attack, a new home fired a stinger missile, lightly shooting down the helicopter. The regular army soldiers cheer.
After that it was a total collapse. There are no more child soldiers being forced to storm, and guerrilla soldiers lurking in the shadows of the rocks are also directly attacked by mortars, decreasing their numbers slightly.
Eventually the remaining guerrillas swung with their shirts at the tip of their guns instead of white flags, dropping their weapons and surrendering. Stop shooting mercenaries and regular armies too.
"What are you going to do with these guys?
A new home asks Logan in front of six surrender soldiers who kneel with their hands around their heads.
"What do you want to do?
Logan asks the other way as he pours a cold look at the guerrilla soldier who pushed his anger to death.
The new house shot one of the guerrillas in the head silently. Seeing his compatriots fall sideways, the other five stiff.
"I want to do this."
A new home that sees Logan and quietly tells off.
"That's an odd encounter. I was gonna do the same."
When Logan says without moving one eyebrow, he shoots and kills the other guerrillas one by one.
"You don't have the same bad taste to suffer and kill. I'm sorry, but I just let you kill me."
"Well, the commander pulls a sadist or a subordinate."
Listen to Logan, the new home laughs sarcastically.
"Too much...... not really"
"They're not human."
In front of the bodies of the children scattered there, regular army soldiers were trembling in anger. Some are crying. Although it was the enemy guerrillas who drove the children to their places of death, many seem to be strongly aware that they were the ones who actually pulled the trigger and killed them.
"Your guys - there 'll be quite a few guys who are going to be PTSD, kill your time. But maybe we should deal with this later"
"Right. Thank you for your care."
In response to the words of his new home, Logan briefly thanked the soldiers.
"Keeping these kids in the wild hurts my chest, but I don't have time right now. Prioritize the accomplishment of the mandate. When I'm done, I'll be back here to bury these kids."
In response to Logan's words, the expressions of regular army soldiers tighten.
"Will I bury my heart wound just because I buried it?
"Well, some of them go through mental clinics for the time being. If you're seriously injured, I think you should stay on the retirement course."
Hissing and whispering Simon and his new home. Two, those two gaze toward the true.
"Are you going to be a PTSD too?
Simon, who came to the true side, smiles and teases.
"It's okay."
True to answer with the usual faceless expression, but not calm inside. There was a whirlpool of feelings similar to despair over anger and - and the same human work - over the enemy guerrilla's modus operandi, called the human fields in the meantime, the soldiers of a child who was forced to fight.
"You too, son. Not yet, but it's not particularly unusual for a starving soldier. You should think that this kind of thing will happen in the future."
Put your hands on your true shoulders and Simon says in a gentle voice.
"It's not unusual..."
Johnny listens to Simon's dialogue and groans as much as he wants.
"Pretty tight, this"
"You want to quit? I don't think quitting is anything but chicken. It's true you're tight."
Look at Johnny and Simon tells you. with the same gentle voice.
"Ha, are you being hectic? Quit fucking around, you chickenshit."
A little further away, my new home teases Johnny.
"I'm fine, but I'm a little worried if the truth is okay."
"I'm fine. Johnny's got a blue face, so I think you should go to the clinic when you get home."
"You're starting to say it."
Johnny looked down at the truth and said, so when the truth told him back, Johnny smiled small.
A mustard field was spreading across the mountain as we continued to travel along the road afterwards.
The soldiers were wary, but there was nothing like being raided. There were barns, prefabricated cabins, etc., but no one inside.
"Looks like the soldiers at the base killed them all in the battle earlier. But if you stay here forever, the replenishment may come"
and a new home.
"Let's try to crush all the fields and deflect before then"
says Captain Logan. I have brought the tools for this.
The soldiers set fire to it from the wind.
"This. Come on, what if the wind suddenly changes direction?
During the work, Lei said worryingly.
"Then we're all just gonna get fucked. Seriously, there used to be a case like that. If a stupid cop had burned and disposed of seized drugs all over the city, a bunch of ordinary people who smoked that smoke would have gone larry."
"Wow..."
Lei laughs bitterly when he hears about his new home.
Fortunately, there was no change in wind direction, and the soldiers made it a safe journey to accomplish their mission and return.