After about three days of hunting for the Lost Paradigm remnants, the Truths left the city.
In fourteen military vehicles, the mercenaries run a long stretch of road through the plains.
On our way is Odilloomio, the capital of the Republic of Seguroa. The Old Town here is now the biggest war zone.
A year ago, war began to spread to the capital as well. As a result, half of the capital's functions are paralysed. Its paralyzed side is the Old Town.
Before entering the capital, I could see smoke rising from all over the place in the distance. Looks like we're in an admirable battle all over OdiloOmio.
In the car. Huh, Truth sees the seat next door. It's Simon sitting there.
Since the beginning of mercenary life, there was always the same man next to the true one. The fact that the man was there seemed like the default. Very naturally, I was acting with the man.
But the man is gone.
I'm still not used to the intense sense of loss. I can't believe that the man who has always been on my side for so long is gone. I still can't accept it.
But sooner or later I'll get used to it, I really know. Because even the fact that the two childhood tamers are gone has been accepted lightly as the passage of time.
Enter the Old Town of Odilo Omio. As with the cities we have seen so far, the buildings are broken down and at first glance they look almost abandoned. But people live there. I can see you and the passers-by.
As I learned later, the Old Town is a battlefield, but it seems that the place where passers-by are still relatively safe.
The country's new neighborhood is safe. If this place stops working, segloamia could collapse. I cover it with barricades and scrupulously check in and out. Anti-government forces don't grate, and they don't even try to let the Lost Paradigm in.
Going to the stronghold of the anti-government forces was still in the midst of an admirable shootout here.
"It's hard to get close, and you can't get off."
The road leading up to the stronghold was the rain of bullets. It would be nice if the enemy had an RPG, even if it were to go in with a military car like this.
and there came a US military combat helicopter - Apache, one after the other, sweeping away the government forces.
"It's really comforting to be on your side."
Charles said. This is ironic. Even though the cost is unusually high, it is turned into an artifact on the battlefield yesterday, such as a combat helicopter that is lightly shot down. But the United States can see how hard it is to use it willingly.
A soldier in the passenger seat of a helicopter waved at the mercenaries' riders.
"Chief Stuart."
Simon waves back, too, when he sees a white man waving from inside a helicopter toward us. Simon and the others met in the previous city, it was Chief Urban Stuart.
Immediately after that, the complexion of my new home changed.
"It's Stinger!
At the point of the new home - in the window of the half-destructed building - was the figure of a soldier in charge of a portable surface-to-air missile, aiming at Apache.
Simon jumped out of the car without hesitation, shooting a small gun at Stinger's archer, who was targeting him through a broken window in the building. An archer's head was shot off before a ground-to-air missile was fired at a helicopter.
It was a short time ago. Simon's judgment and the speed with which he acted and his ancient mercenary companions, who were in the same car, were flabbergasted by the arrangement in which he immediately removed his safety device and shot the gun, stopping with one shot.
"You're more human than Lanobe's main character, you."
"No, I'm gonna lose to Lanobe's main character."
A new home tears Simon back into the car in a hurry, but Simon denies it with a laugh.
Eventually, the disadvantaged government forces try to withdraw, but one sees the military car the mercenaries were in and flees in the opposite direction.
With no more government troops in the way, military personnel were able to move forward to the base. The anti-government forces show their welcome and wave to welcome them.
"You guys cleaned up all the Lost Paradigm shit before you got here. Keep up the good work."
"I'll be right back."
A carefree middle-aged soldier speaks with a bright look, and the new home responds with a smile.
The building at the base was quite large and did not appear to have been damaged by air strikes, etc. The air defenses seem to be solid, and the bombers don't seem to come close.
Fifty mercenaries were passed into the hall of the stronghold, before which their employer, General Dmitry Petrov, an officer of the anti-government forces, appears.
"I want you to fight with the civilian resistances based there towards where you're going to say it. If possible... I want you to protect them."
Hopefully - Petrov's face was obviously cloudy during the dialogue I added after. The reason for this will soon be found out.
"Private resistance means..."
"It means the way it is. We defend our country ourselves. You don't have to be a soldier to shoot a gun, and you can fight with a gun. Those who have the temper to fight the government forces and the Lost Paradigm."
The new home opened its mouth and Petrov explained with a cloudy face.
"Has the Lost Paradigm already entered the capital OdiloOmio?
Simon asks.
"It's been raging in the Old Town for a long time. These guys' evil deeds are worse than government forces. And strong."
Once Lost Paradigm gathered criminals and bastards from all over the world to become a supermassive armed group. Prisons around the world were raided, and the prisoners were added as soldiers. The number of prisons raided so far amounts to three digits.
Its power, though greatly diminished by more than a decade of pursuits by European and American countries, has not yet been completely destroyed. Hoping to join this organization, rogues and criminals continue to follow.
The constituents belonging to this organization are regarded as bad men with no single exception. An organization that actively ravages the weak, but cannot do anything but the bad guys with no conscience.
"I think the civil unrest in this country is on its way to an end. Government forces are now completely powerless. It's no surprise that the civil war is over if only the government forces, but it's prolonged in vain because of the Lost Paradigm"
He had the impression that he had hired rogues in distress. I truly feel angry when the head of the state calls in rogues for preservation, rogues do whatever they want and threaten the people, etc.
"I'm sorry, but I need you to deliver the supplies. It's going to be quite a lot."
After Petrov asks us to increase the number of military personnel, we head to the base of the civilian resistance, packed with large quantities of supplies.
"While it's going to be a tough fight, you have a lot of support. And the U.S. Army."
"If I have to, I'll cry to the U.S. Army."
"Whoa, let's do that. I just sold you a favor."
True, Charles, my new home was talking about that as I packed supplies into my car.
Once again, with an increased number of military vehicles to nineteen, we travel through an abandoned old town. There were fourteen when they came, but five more for the transportation of supplies.
I arrived at school.
The gates and fences are almost barricaded. The school building is covered with black sheets. Explosion-proof seats. Some of the windows are not blocked by seats.
"That's a pretty big school. Are you evacuating here?"
"It would stand out as a base. Some marks are actually being raided."
Simon and his new home say.
Before entering the school building, hit the Morse signal with the lights of the car, which should indicate that you are on your side, so do as you are told.
The gate, which was even barricaded, broke from the middle and opened to the side. Looks like there's a pulley down there.
Once inside the school building for each car, there were many children inside. There are many boys and girls in their early teens, but obviously some are under the age of ten.
And what they have in common is that they're all carrying guns and staring at cars.
"Here we go - and. I'm the leader's new home. Who's the representative here?
My new home comes down to greet me first.
"Ignore me. I can't forgive him."
"Not many kids speak English."
When the new home looked grumpy, a tall, horn-mowing boy walked in from the back and spoke up. He's obviously over 180 tall, but if you just look at him in the face, he only looks like a mid-teenager. She looks a little long because she is thin.
"What's the rep?
"I'm the representative here. His name is Mirko. Thank you for coming, mercenaries."
Reach out with a soft grin. The new home shakes hands accordingly.
"No adults?
"He's not here, and he's not unusual. Apart from here, the only other resistance I've trusted with children is all over the country. Even kids can fight with guns, and there's no problem. I've been fighting for almost a year now."
Mirko is not particularly proud or overprivileged to ask questions about his new home, but normally talks.
"Did you just eat with all the kids? Don't lick me 'cause I'm a kid."
"I didn't lick it. There are kids over here too. Hey, true, come out."
True to receive your nomination, think of your cheeky face in your head, and step forward.
Yeah, I think I can do that.
At a glance at the truth, Mirko laughs.
The mercenaries need to lower their supplies. A smiling sight unfolds: children swarming with huge shavings in food.
I didn't really help with the work.
"Don't I have to help?
"Fine. You stay here and listen to Mirko."
"You don't have to treat me special..."
"You're for the field commander. You should learn a lot."
The reason I didn't join the work was because I was told to do this to my new home. Before Mirko, his new home, Simon and Truth stayed and he was to hear immediately what was going on here.
"Not all of them are orphans. My parents died in the wake of an air strike by the U.S. Army."
In the middle of the conversation, Mirko says in a light tone.
"I'm American. I apologize on behalf of you. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to bother telling me, but you're dressed like shit"
Simon apologizes, and his new home makes it tear.
"I don't resent you. No, I resented him when he killed me, but then a lot happened and I stopped resenting him. The US military has helped me a lot by coming here to deliver supplies, come for medical examinations and exchange information. When the Lost Paradigm and government forces attacked, we fought together, and some American soldiers died to protect us. Still, it's impossible to resent it."
To the story Mirko told with a smile, Simon felt saved, while praying in his heart to those who had fallen victim to the accidental firing of the air strike and to his compatriots who had died helping Mirko and the others.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Welcome to Segroamia National School V"
After the conversation, Mirko once again expressed his welcome.