"True! You idiot!

Johnny screams and shoots back at the person he's been shooting at.

The bullet was prevented by bulletproof fiber. But the severe pain caused by the shock is blunting the true movement.

A moment of alarm was a lifesaver.

Truth stands up in pain and rushes out instantly.

When I tried to jump into the shade and hide, Johnny came late too.

"Thanks, Johnny."

"You've got a lot to blame, too. I'm so whimpered."

To thank you. Truly, Johnny laughs as he sprays sweat out of his bald head.

The slightest hema leads directly to death. True consciousness that this is the moment when Reaper smiles. This time it turned out that Reaper was tongue-in-cheek, but now I'm saved thanks to my luck and Johnny's quick follow-up.

Simon was still distracting his enemies as he ran around a promising spot. That also tells us where the enemy is, and True and Johnny can afford to snipe two enemies who are shooting from the shade of a tree. Truth is, he shot out one soldier's hand, and Johnny shot out one side of the head.

Viewed by enemy soldiers nearby as generally incapable of combat, True and Johnny run up the hill. Simon and I will rendezvous on the way.

There was a sound of a mortar being shot, and the three jumped into the shade reflexively and lay low. If I fell nearby, there wouldn't be a single evacuation of this magnitude, but it's still better than nothing.

Fortunately, it didn't fall close. The explosion sounds from the rear where the three climbed.

"He's a jerk."

Simon mumbled about that with a laugh.

When True and Johnny, belly-up on Simon's left and right, turned strangely to Simon, a toad sat down before Simon's face lying down, smiling Simon in a matchmaking state.

"Why don't you take the amulet instead?"

Johnny smiles too when he sees it. In between fights, the air soothed.

"This guy is called a nymphomaniac toad, and he doesn't lay any eggs, and he doesn't have any geese. A rare species that gives birth directly to a child's frog. I guess it was a near-extinct species on the red list."

Simon explains as he fingers the tip of the frog's mouth. Frogs don't even try to escape.

"Great luck just meeting you. Which means we're twisted right now. You don't have to take it."

Simon rises and runs up the slope.

"The same goes for weeds and mushrooms, but Simon is strangely knowledgeable about creatures."

Johnny groans and follows Simon. True to go on.

For a while he proceeded to soothe without even meeting his enemies, but eventually came across a group of enemies, dressed in full-body bulletproof plate specification armor. He also possesses bulletproof shields.

Behind them I saw a cabin. That's the destination.

"Is that the last line of defense?"

You're a pain in the ass.

Truth and Simon whine hidden in the shade of a tree. An unprecedented amount of bullet rain is pouring on the three of us.

But the gunfire stopped abruptly. No, the enemy's gunfire just stopped for a moment, and another gunshot continues.

From further up the enemy soldiers shooting from the top of the hill - that is, guns are fired from the rear of enemy soldiers, killing enemy soldiers.

"Let's! The goal is close. I'm the first one, by the way!

Li Lei with a gun shouts. True people could see smiling in the distance. He was cleverly killing enemy soldiers by sewing between bulletproof plates.

There are also two mercenaries near Lei. A good thing from another direction. You must have dived through the eyes of enemy soldiers and climbed to the top.

Two more soldiers on the left have their necks cut off from their torso and fall to the ground.

Looking up, I could see Charles wielding ultrasonic vibrating steel wire on the tree. We are approaching quite a close distance from enemy soldiers.

Without missing the gap created by the enemy, all three of them will fire a gun.

The final line of defense and fully armed soldiers thought to have been attacked at once from the side and back, further forward and in three directions, were defeated one after the other.

"As you can see, we've both been hit. One was an allied misfire. Of the PLA."

Charles down from the tree said.

"Right...... I was somehow expecting the PLA to pull my leg, but Friendly Fire sucks."

Simon says with a sinister face.

"Sounds like it sounds pretty good that they're taking advantage of the ground. The difference in numbers sounds pretty bad, too."

Li Lei speaks again of what we all know.

"We avoided engaging as much as we could anyway, and we came up. I thought if we went up there, like we did earlier, we could cover it from the top and pinch it."

said a mercenary who was acting with Li Lei.

"You didn't think there were plenty of enemies hissing up there?

The truth asks strangely. I actually stood in front of them.

"That's the time. Don't get upset, let's go around with the help of the climbing guys."

Encouraged by Li Lei, Zhen Da broke up with each other again, dressed to take the back of the bandits from the top of the slope, shooting and killing the mercenaries and the soldiers in the midst of fighting the PLA.

Andrew and his new home, plus all the other faces keep coming up.

Eventually, the mercenaries and the PLA, who swept away the bandits, dressed up to besiege the cabin on the hill.

"It's not like the enemy's just a bunch of miscellaneous fish, too, there was a mixture of pretty army guys and they stuck around"

My new home said.

"I have one concern. There's a way out in the basement of Bubbaba's cabin, so we can get out of there."

says the PLA commander.

"That's something I can't help thinking about. There's no way I can find a place for an exit or anything barren like that."

"Sure...... Let's go in anyway."

I was told by my new home and the commander was convinced.

"I'm more scared of taking you on the road with a suicide bomb switch than the way out."

"Hey, if you hadn't told me that, I wouldn't have had to be scared."

Andrew protests at the dialogue Charles has spoken.

But there was no suicide bomber or way out, and in the basement in the cabin, Bubbaba was lightly surrounded by soldiers, whose fate became the wind front light.

"Ku, come on! I don't know what's gonna happen to this guy if he comes any further.

Bubbaba summons in desperate shape, dressed as a shield with a pistol on the head of the girl he was enslaving.

"Wow..."

"You're too sticky, this guy"

"I didn't know this was the head. The dead don't even float."

Charles, Simon and Lei were grinning bitterly.

"You can shoot me. Nothing, we're not on the side of justice, and I think it's pathetic, but my life is more important than a strange girl."

A new home to tell with cold eyes.

"I know you're being cornered and panicked, but you're an asshole. Not at all. Can I shoot?

Johnny plainly points the muzzle at Bubbaba. Bubba shivering when he sees it. The girl being taken hostage has her eyes closed all the time, but the look seemed ready.

"Oh, boy, no. Deal. If you let that girl go, I'll give you a break."

Make the opposite statement ten seconds before your new home arrives.

"Then get a getaway car and get me there safely! Somebody be a shield so you don't get sniped from behind!

Not much of a waste of his life, Bubbaba receives that this has allowed him to negotiate, and that he has a prospect of being helpful. But...

"The command tone annoyed me. I knew I'd do without it now. Say please and sit down and numb my shoes. And say it's delicious. We'll talk about it later."

A new home says arrogantly toward Bubbaba.

Shortly afterwards, the gunfire goes off. Johnny was shooting Bubbaba in the head.

I was originally stuck at the muzzle, and there was no way I could protect my whole body with the girl I was shielding. Pull the trigger and you're done.

Charles releases a clear long needle, piercing Bubba's arm bumps, to keep his pistol trigger from being pulled by a stiff detachment after death, causing Bubba's hand to open. I just died, so I could still act on my nerves and move them. A pistol falls out of Bubbaba's hand.

"What the heck? I was going to play with you a little bit more. I can't forgive him. Johnny's going to have to put a cigarette on his anus for disinfection."

"You don't think it's pathetic to have a hungry ghost caught forever"

Johnny accuses the complaining new home of uttering the most.

"What, that? You want to make me look like a bad guy and be a good kid? I knew I couldn't forgive him."

"Now Kata is on. I could argue with the head of an abominable bandit army. Let's go back and celebrate the victory. I am truly grateful to you."

A commander of the Liberation Army, who said it would always be a good place to stay, but spreads a full grin, hugs the body of his new home to thank him.

"Ooh..."

"Normal light, this guy."

Being honestly appreciated, Simon grinned and pointed out when he saw his new home unable to show off his usual nori.

Returning to the garrison, he was once again thanked by his commander, before being carried to the medal.

It is unusual for a mercenary to be awarded a medal. But not at all. Depending on the employer - or depending on the job - there can also be a medal award.

A new home is awarded a medal as a delegate while the local residents and the PLA are applauded. As far as the other members are concerned, it is a carriage that will be sent later. There are not enough medals in the medals themselves, which means they have to be made.

"The guy at the new house whispered to see if he'd imitate something funny when he received his medal."

"Me, too."

"Me too."

"Me too."

"Same to the right"

Andrew, Johnny, True and Charles fully agreed to Lee's dialogue.

"Sometimes this is a good idea."

Simon speaks with a sunny smile to the new home that has won the medal.

"We still have the remnants of the bandits, but we lost our heads and ended up with the UAE crowd, and the sweep will be only a matter of time, and after hanging out with the sweep for a while, let's just say we leave here"

A new home will decide. As always, I am restless in one place, changing the battlefield from place to place with short spans, but this has not been the case for a long time.

(Since True and Johnny came... That is……)

Alan, a long-time mercenary with the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School, was wondering why.