I like bread, bread, bread and the sound of bullets that constantly overlap and squeak.
Even though it is a space full of death, I feel true when it calms down.
Lately, however, tension has left me empty and I tend to relax to stick around. Not only true, but also other faces, some of whom saw a trend of continued incomplete combustion.
"Hey, I tend to be all over the place. I know how you feel, but even your enemies don't know when you're going to let them in, so don't let them get you distracted or anything."
When my new home saw such air, I cautioned softly toward the same.
The NGO escort has begun, and it's about to be two weeks. Fighting can occur day after day, or more than one day, and sometimes it didn't happen for four days.
Fighting occurs frequently, but has never led to heavy fighting. On the other hand, it just seemed like such a nori that the enemy came out a little bit to be helpful and went home once he had a gun shootout. There are no casualties from each other.
"After all, few bandit soldiers seem to be obsessed with Bubaba, the head of the bandit army. And our spies are also sending them to the bandits, spreading rumors. He says he's a brilliant guard for NGOs. So I guess we'll fight moderately and turn back before there's any sacrifice"
That's what the commander stood for.
"You think that commander's doing it the right way?
Simon said skeptically one day during the escort. A church on a village hill, guarding the Quartet while a group of NGO doctors open a travel clinic. On the front are the new house, Lei, Simon and three other mercenaries, each of whom is in charge of a different location.
"Not at all. To be clear, idiot. You did something extra. From the very beginning, I wanted my enemies to fight with their backs. That would reduce the number of enemies at an early stage."
Throw away the new home with a cold face.
"Our mission must be an escort, right? I don't think it's that bad of a commander's judgment or his current schematics to take care of the escort."
Li Lei makes a difference to his new home.
"If NGO raids continue to fail so persistently and repeatedly that no sacrifice has been made to our allies, even the enemy bosses will wonder. That can't be deluded. One day you'll realize, and then you'll get your main hips in. It would be troublesome if they put it in bulk at that time. I don't care how many soldiers disobey you, they might order you to fight until you die, or to attack."
"Oh well."
Rejected by his new home, Li Lei changes his mind.
"Looks like you're from by my side."
A good eyed Simon confirmed the enemy shadow first and took the gun in his hand.
"You're a truck. I've been a jeep before."
One of the mercenaries whines. Several trucks lined up and came running under the hill.
"I guess trucks are putting heavy firearms or battle creatures on it"
Simon said. Until now, there has been no Battle Creature input, and the means of attack has been limited to firearms.
The doors of one of the trucks stopped under the hill opened and the mercenaries' faces were stretched hard when they saw the shells slowly coming out of the inside.
"Howitzers. They're serious now."
The new house puts down a small gun while I say it, and takes on a recoilless gun. Simon takes the anti-tank grenade at much the same time and rubs it against the recoilless cannon that his new home was responsible for. Truth impresses me with Simon, who acts quickly without saying anything.
"That's a lot old-fashioned, or an omborough howitzer. There are possibilities for fakes to distract you."
Simon cautions when he sees a small howitzer from behind the truck.
"Yes, but you can't just leave me alone."
A new home says, shooting shells at howitzers.
At the same time as the howitzers were blown up from truck to truck, the doors of several other trucks simultaneously opened and Battle Creature popped out of the inside simultaneously.
"Hmm, I knew it. Well, it was blatant. You're the one who broke that howitzer and was useless anyway."
The new home laughed with its nose and took a small gun in its hand. Battle creatures are the main destiny for the enemy.
"You're a battle creature I've never seen before."
Simon squeals as he shoots his gun at eleven battle creatures running up the hill.
That was a whole body black dog-shaped battle creature, like a half melted face. I don't even know where my eyes are, my fangs are peeking from my mouth, but my mouth is half melted too. I can't see any body hair and the body surface looks covered with black, thick skin.
"If you put it in as a fate, it can also be considered a new model. Sometimes if rumors are true that the bandits are connected to private oil fields stores, they can be loaned for exams."
The majority of Battle Creatures are used for bullet avoidance and other applications, but in some cases they can be the dominant ones. High-performance battle creatures with excellent durability and agility can also be quite a threat if put in large quantities.
"Hey, the howitzers are out again."
Lei Li points to the back track.
"Anyway, you must be faking again. One pattern dies."
A new home that throws up but shoots from a howitzer first because if it was real it would be miserable.
While the new house was shooting with bullets at the recoilless cannon, Simon, Lee Lee, and three other mercenaries were also responding with guns and grenade launchers as they brought the creepy-shaped battle creatures up the hill closer together.
Battle creatures are added one after the other. There are more than twenty people just looking at it. They come running up the hill in pieces.
"Five, it's a big detour."
A mercenary named Raymond screams. Among the groups acting together with the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School is an ancient stock man. Nice driving and standing arms.
"Andrew, he's gone that way!
A new home reports wirelessly.
Next to the right toward the church, besides Andrew, a mercenary named Alan and Jack and a total of five men, True and Johnny, were waiting.
When Battle Creature appeared, True shot the Grenade Launcher and put one away.
More Alan shoots Grenade, kills two together.
The two remaining ones have gotten too close, so I can't use the grenade anymore. Andrew held a heavy machine gun and let one of the battle creatures rain a bullet in full auto.
The last remaining one was killed with a small gun sweep between Johnny and Jack.
"True, think more and shoot. There would have been two guys approaching and solidifying. If we had prioritized you, we could have defeated two at a time."
"Copy that. Be careful in the future"
Attention is given to Alan gently and truly honestly takes it.
The number and speed of Battle Creatures allowed the three Battle Creatures to run up the hill.
Battle creatures attacked directly from the front, and Simon ended like two in a row with a small gun. But...
Battle creatures at death spray large amounts of liquid from their faces.
"Simon!"
"It's okay."
Raymond screamed, but Simon was moving quickly and avoiding the liquid.
The liquid that fell to the ground had corroded even the brick walls and roads. If it blows on the human body, that's definitely the Buddha.
One of the remaining ones will be terminated by the new home.
Battle creatures, who were in large numbers, were also killed in advance, and the slopes were flooded with the bodies of genetically modified beasts.
Several trucks parked under the hill run out in unison.
"Hey, you're home already. Beast to beast, Megumi is a sight to behold in the safe zone, goodbye if the beast loses. I can't forgive him."
A new home grins brutally and takes on a recoilless cannon. The aim is a leading truck.
A shell was fired and hit the lead truck. The track stops moving along with the explosion sound and the speed of the subsequent track is dull.
Grenade launchers and recoilless cannons of other mercenaries are shot there one after the other, and the majority of the trucks are blown up. Only one was able to escape.
"Za, super za. Hmm... shooting fleeing enemies from behind, no matter how many times you do it, is a heartbreak."
The new home was spreading a refreshing grin on the full surface, looking down at the exploding flaming truck.