Ten days have passed since there was a battle with Uenohara Mayuki.
There has been no particular change, and my days on the battlefield continue. Truth is, I went on patrol with the boys and soldiers six times, only twice of which I ran into the enemy and it was a shootout, but it wasn't even a big fight.
(I want to hold a woman...)
Until now, whenever I got on vacation, I really bought a hooker, but now I still can't do that to be on the battlefield. It wasn't until shortly after I started my mercenary life that I realized the fact that the sexuality that a woman would want to have sexually after killing a person was on me.
It's not my true preference, but I was trying to keep it out of my sight because it would be annoying just to see Origa.
The enemy never attacked the school, but for the first time in a long time, government forces appeared.
That day, government soldiers who had attacked the school fired one handmade bomb after another. It fires with a different distorted sound than a mortar and has a loud ringtone.
Fortunately, the explosion-proof seats are not coming through, but, like mortars, if they are shot multiple times, the durability of the explosion-proof seats will also be reduced.
"That's the literal barrel bomb."
A new home with binoculars confirming where enemy soldiers were shooting from said, checking the barrels lined up, the long cylindrical firing device and the appearance of government soldiers.
"Barrel bomb?
Oliga looks surprised as she rubs her three braided hair. There are only new homes and origa in that classroom.
A new home to pick up a recoilless cannon that was in the corner of the classroom.
"It's the name of a weapon of indiscriminate killing, which used to be used in the civil war in Syria. They put oil and gunpowder in a circular cylinder of iron, and they named it that because it looked like a barrel... but what they use is really a barrel"
Talking, the new home reminds me of where they are and measures the image of being able to target them immediately.
When a new home with a recoilless cannon turns its explosion-proof seat from the inside, it rides itself out of the window and shoots with an immediate aim. Be alert to enemy fire and pull in as soon as you fire.
The explosion sounds from afar.
The new home moves into the next classroom, turning the seat slightly and peeking through the window with binoculars.
"Ha, I did it. I ruined it. Zama."
The new home looked petty and laughed, making sure it was a direct hit by the barrel bomb well and blew up all the barrel bombs and soldiers around it.
"That's it?
"Maybe. I wanted to show you the firing gear too. Looks like he was using a big drum tube or something to launch a barrel with it. It's strange that the barrel won't break at the point of firing."
A new home answers Oliga asking.
"Finally, you're amateur round. Like attacking from such a prominent place."
"Freshly conscripted, hardly trained, they carry rough firearms and bombs to the battlefield."
"You're a bad guy, President Mogoa."
Oliga tells me what's going on, and the new home exposes its discomfort.
"I feel a little saved if you say so from an outsider."
Oliga laughs powerless. Many in this country are more angry. There are, of course, Presidential visitors. This is especially true of the upperclassmen who sing about their lives in the new city, where peace is guaranteed. But that is also just a story until conscripted.
"By the way, where are you prostituting yourself?
……
Origa half-eyed into her new home asking grandiose in a casual conversation nori.
"No, no, it's not me. It's a pretty serious story. I'm not saying who, but our people have an abnormal sexual desire. No, it's a different vector from me again. There's a guy who says if you don't hold a woman and exude lust after you kill someone, it won't fit. Is that what you call a physique? It's pathetic to leave you alone, so I want to take you with me."
The new home had heard of true sexuality, consulted from the truth much before. Although there is nothing I can do when consulted.
"Hmm..."
Origa having trouble reacting. The new home itself seems serious, but it also makes me wonder why I ask myself, a woman.
"I don't know, and I hope you don't ask me that. Why don't you ask the same sex? Mirko and the others know better than that."
"You've already asked those guys, haven't you? Well, fine."
It was a new home whining in my mouth that I really had to put up with.
In the evening four hours after there was a government raid. An unexpected visitor appeared at the school.
General Dmitry Petrov came with several soldiers. A mercenary's employer.
"What are you doing here..."
Oliga comes in the middle of a conversation between her new home and Petrov, with an outspoken and sinister face, and sticks up to her father, Petrov.
"Inspection. I've told you many times not to interrupt when adults are talking to each other? Don't embarrass me in public. Go that way."
"Are you sure it's just an inspection? Didn't you wonder how your daughter was?
Petrov looks tough on his daughter, who says and stares at him in a challenging tone.
"I don't think you're the only one who gives a shit about this place."
"So you don't even need the mercenaries? Or do all the other resistances have mercenaries on them? Or because Tomash matters?
"You want to piss me off no matter what."
"I'm already mad at you?
Completely presenting the appearance of a parent-child fight, the soldiers around them watched with a troubled face and the mercenaries were half laughing.
"Shall we take our seats off?
"No, it doesn't extend to that."
The new home cares, but Petrov turns away from his daughter.
Seeing that reaction, Origa walked away from the scene in a rambling foothold.
"Daughter, I'm going to be sweet on you with that. I'll take care of Oliga later."
The new home says in a gentle voice.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd say that. I wish I had the looseness to interpret it that way too...... My daughter's gonna be like that because I'm clumsy in my personal life"
Petrov returns to his face as an officer after saying it with a troubled face.
"The government forces are getting pretty active. It was coming with a handmade bomb, but it seems to be mass-producing at considerable speed, with repeated bombardments everywhere."
"We just got here."
"I know. It may be time for a massive battle. Until then... keep it warm."
"Don't let the dead out in vain, huh? Copy that."
Petrov's words and the new home made him laugh invincibly.
After Petrov returned, the new home walked on the premises of the school building to find Origa first by itself, leaning back against a tree in the backyard and sitting down, finding Origa looking up at the blurry sunset.
"Dad, I can't help but worry. Don't worry about that feeling."
Oliga looked up at her new home just a little surprised to see if this man could have had this voice, too, as her new home spoke with a gentle voice.
"I know, but... it doesn't work. I know, but when I look at my father's face, it goes that way with nature. I don't like myself like that."
Oliga floats masochistically and consciously with a grin.
"You're an idiot, aren't you, me? I can't contain it even if I know it. So stupid. I wonder what makes you so stupid."
"Nothing. You're not the only fool. It's a complicated time. But, you know, you and your father are living a life-threatening day. I say terrible things, but I don't know when either of them will die. And I don't know if it's going to work."
"You also say pretty decent things. The boulder is the leader of the mercenaries."
Again just a little surprised Origa. I reviewed a little bit about the person named New Home.
"Wow... so you thought I was stupid before"
Oliga smiles small when she sees a new home that looks funny and disgusting.
"Yeah. I've thrown frogs knowing I don't like people, because I'll never forget them. That's the kind of idiot you have."
"I consoled you by saying I'm not stupid about you, and you call me stupid. So, let's talk."
It was a new home where she spread a sweet, gentle grin and gently raised her hand to pose for you.