The battle entered its fifth day.
Many of the soldiers can hardly sleep. Even if he slept, he'd have about a dozen minutes of void where the gunshots would break off occasionally. Even in unrelated places, I wake up hypersensitive to gunshots. But the sleep during that few moments was precious. That alone will restore some fatigue.
It's like I don't know what's going on with the war anymore. Shoot all the enemies that show up. Kill enemies that keep boiling, whether you kill them or not, from next to next. Or they'll kill you.
No, we often don't even know if we're killing our enemies properly in the first place.
Soldiers are getting in and storming, not exposing themselves to grandeur and shooting each other. Hiding in the shadow of each other's shields, the extent to which they are surprised to only show their guns and hands, or occasionally just a little face to confirm. Die or live on that little confirmation, that's the kind of battle most of the time. This is a long fight, naturally.
Still, the dead are sure to leave. Some push with numbers and momentum to get in close to where the enemy is hiding. Sometimes the knife was wielded first after entering until it was difficult to shoot the gun.
The five new houses, Andrew, Krishna, Lei Lei and Charles, were surely moving forward, destroying one and another and a group of enemies that emerged.
Mercenaries and juvenile soldiers did not act on their own whilst scattering, it was a policy of acting coherently without attaching themselves, but over time, they have become slightly more and more diverse. Even though it's time to consolidate to regroup, there's been a shootout going on all the time somewhere, so that's irresistible too. I can't move inside even if the reinforcements request is right.
In gun shootings, grenades and mortars can mix, but these are a limited number, so they can't be used in vain in battles that don't know when they'll end.
The newcomers were committed to using grenades efficiently. Immediately after blowing up near where the enemy is lurking, the hand of attack is generally loose. Aiming at that timing, he quickly moves through an unshielded space, makes a dignified jump into the place where the enemy is lurking, and exhausts the screen before the enemy's gun is targeted.
"It's a downtown battle, and it's a craftsman who can do it because he's not so far away from the enemy. I can't do the same thing in a beautiful place."
A new home said Krishna consciously, but Krishna received that it wasn't the only one. At the approaching point, a definite difference in skill emerges. Even when it comes to elite units of government forces, they have little combat experience compared to mercenaries. Not to mention the 11th chairman of the prestigious Mercenary School.
Krishna doesn't pull on them, either, and she keeps up. But I also know the difference in skill. It falls slightly compared to Charles. It clearly falls on Li Lei. If it's just simple speed, it's beating the new home and Andrew, but I know their refined moves are better than their own. It was only at a glance that I saw them occasionally coming into view that their bodies were moving to flow. He said his body was moving precisely according to the situation.
"On the second floor of the house on the right in the front hall, don't sniper nasty"
Lurking inside the house and looking at the cobblestone hall that spreads out the window, the new home said. My family is shaking in the back room.
"You know very well"
Krishna pointed her nerves, but I don't feel any sign of Sniver. Other than that, I know there's a lot of enemies lurking across the hall.
"You look like a pretty skilled guy. The electromagnetic waves of the killer were very slight, and it just made me feel very little for a moment."
When the new home says, keep quiet and think.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Andrew cut the paralysis and spoke out because he had been silent for a long time.
"There are a lot of enemies, and I want to do something about the sniver first. Krishna, Lei Li. You two sneak inside that house and kill the sniper first."
Copy that, sir.
"That's okay, is there anything to catch on to? I've been thinking about it a long time, and I want you to tell me about it."
Krishna responds to the order of her new home, but Lei asks questions concerned.
"The number of enemies isn't just the guy you're seeing from here. It is no exaggeration that this hall is still a faction on the enemy's side, and a suitable place for the enemy to hide and wait. Given the number of buildings facing the hall. There are people out there who are exposed to grandeur, and I can think of possibilities."
"Tell me that first... If I hadn't asked you a question, would you have let me go without telling you?
When I hear about my new home, Lei Li gets stunned.
"Excuse me. But go."
The new home apologized once, but still didn't take down the order.
"If I knew in advance that it was possible, I'd be quick to deal with it.
"Right."
Charles followed, and Li Lei nodded, and Li Lei and Krishna began a sneaky building legend move.
The truth was I slept flat among the gunshots. Unless the killing was directed at me, I was wearing the art of staying asleep.
While the truth was asleep, Simon was fighting. I still don't have a problem with bullets. There are plenty of guns, ammunition, water, and food from dead allied soldiers and government soldiers.
"The soldiers of the government are falling apart. You can see that."
Leaning against the wall of the house in the back alley, Simon says. We have no more immediate enemies, so we are on short pause.
"It's a world of gut theory when you get here. Morale is important."
The truth is weary and silent, but as if to encourage such truth, Simon speaks with a smile. By the way, the truth is I just woke up from sleep. Otherwise, Simon, let him sleep without talking.
"For the most part, soldiers who belong to the military are fighting because they have a sense of patriotism and a sense of purpose, but honestly, that's all I think is tight. If American soldiers do it, they'll get PTSD and shell shock or kill themselves because patriotism alone can't keep the stress under control. Especially the stress of murder."
In the first place, the United States is a place completely unrelated to its own national defense and often engages in war. Regardless of the pre-construction doctrine, its purpose is to fatten and fatten the military complex, whether it be a demonstration to the countries of the Middle East or the countries of the former east, a vote taking by politicians, the thoughts of private oilfielders who are substantial rulers.
All for the sake of some human thought alone, a war as a business, a substitute for driving the young soldiers to their places of death. No matter how you educate the soldiers about patriotism, this can't even boost morale.
Upon understanding it, Simon quit to wage wars like the gangster toys his country wages, choosing the path of becoming a mercenary. I don't want to give my life for those people. Above all, though the motive was the best one for wanting stronger stimuli.
"What about mercenaries?
Truth asks.
"We really like war and we're fighting. I go out of my way to pick a place near death and look forward to killing each other. I'm not saying it's stress-free, but it's fundamentally different from soldiers who belong to the country. Besides, a lot of guys can only live that way."
"The morale of the people at Seguroamia National School V is also high."
"The anti-government army side will be. The reason to fight is connected to morale. You can do whatever you want with your country, and you lose your family and your people."
Listen to Simon, the truth reminds me of Mirko.
"Regular military men are surprisingly pacifist. And I can't help it if the military gets somewhat pacifist. If it doesn't work, then you'll lose your peace first. It's not a bad thing they're pacifist. If anything happens, you push that pacifism in and fight for patriotism and pride. But... This again becomes a spiritual theory, but one who fights for the battle itself and one who fights for patriotism and pride. When I get to the world of psychology, it seems to me like there's a difference here."
From the flow of the story, the truth concludes that the former is the one who is mentally strong.
(Fiction, if you're not stronger fighting with patriotism than you are fighting because you want to, it's not a picture.)
True to feel that reality is abnormal.
"Was the talk a little loud?
Simon jokes and smiles invincibly. The truth that was grumbling rises.
Slightly drifting killer. The two move to the back of the back alley.
"Unpleasant."
Eventually, in front of the two, the hall widened. There are quite a few soldiers in the hall.
"This place is in a bad position. We're moving somewhere else."
But Simon was motivated. Simon lowers first and truly follows afterwards.
It was then. Simon feels like a killer and flies big on the spot.
Gunshots sound. It is clear that it is a sniper gun.
(Was there a sniper? I didn't know I wouldn't notice until just before... That's a pretty good arm)
As Simon rolls down the ground, he immediately gets up and looks backwards.
True was falling to the ground. I also saw blood on the ground.
Simon, who wanted to go help right away, but in a situation where snipers are after him, that's also irresistible.
While retreating, I look into a lethal place. It's upstairs in the building.
Then, a sniper was seen falling off the upstairs vern. Looks like he was killed before the fall, with his neck torn open.
There was a Krishna figure on the veranda with a Kukli knife in his hand. Looks like he did.
"True!"
Now that he no longer needs to be alert to the presence of the sniper, Simon immediately runs to true origin.
Simon knows we're in the alley, even if the enemy probably knows we're there. Be wary of the exits in the alley while worrying about the truth.
When he arrived at his true location, an enemy peeked into him from the hall.
"Fuck!"
Simon poisons me and shoots my little gun all over me. The first two peeps fall.
Simon takes on the truth with his other hand while shooting a gun with one hand.
True injury was to the right thigh. However, the bleeding is severe and the artery may have been torn. In any case, you can't leave me here alone.
"Leave me. I don't want to pull my leg."
Mouth it and then remember Dejav for that dialogue. Somewhere I feel like someone said it to me, exploring my memory.
"I don't want a hungry ghost in your mouth. I just can't move my legs anymore. You'll still be able to shoot about a gun. Keep shooting till we die so we can go home alive!
Simon reprimands him with a harsh voice sometime as he moves on a small run in charge of the truth.
Truth is, I raise my gun while Simon is in charge, and I shoot at soldiers who show up at the exit in the alley. Simon focuses on running because the truth will be in charge behind it.
"I died helping Johnny, remember Norman? When you were first in line."
"Oh......"
Truth snorts at Simon's query as he runs.
I still remember Simon's dialogue then. Norman said he just followed his beliefs and pride.
(So did Mirko. And me too...)
True thought so, spilling a smile naturally, but neither true himself nor Simon noticed.
"Me, too. That's all we're talking about. I don't want to die."
It was then that Simon said and went out from the back alley to the front street.
There were three soldiers beside True and Simon. The muzzle can be stuck.
It's not like Simon didn't anticipate this development - he jumped forward with a true hold and fired a gun at the side, but finds out he didn't have to.
The rain of bullets poured from behind them, and the three soldiers minced.
"Hey, it's been a while."
"Oh, you're really hurt, aren't you?"
A new home and Andrew show up and smile at True and Simon. Charles also showed up late.
"Hey, did you look like the hero who saved our hair from the crisis?
"Say it."
To Charles, who said with a slight laugh, Simon shrugged his shoulders and laughed, holding true.