The Age of the 21st Century Magazine

All military operations in Northern Sudan are over.

However, the war is still ongoing.

IS seeking to secure Northern Sudan as a source of food;

The Sudanese government forces and the Russian Federation are trying to take back the stolen capital.

And even the liberty rebels who are hostile to the government forces.

The three forces staggered each other and continued the muddy fight.

Their fight did not seem to end easily.

Border plains adjacent to Northern Sudan.

There are numerous white tents beyond the barbed wire mesh.

When the hopeful LATV arrives at the entrance, a South Sudanese soldier salutes.

His shoulder was tied with a K2C rifle.

Korean Army flagship rifle K2C that admires ISS Archipelago performance.

It is one of the dissipative supplies provided here as a payment for food imports from Korea.

Beep beep!

[Identity confirmed. Monster Hunter Commander.]

A soldier who checked the face of an occupant of a LATV with a 3-D laser scanner raised a blocking rod at the entrance.

“You may pass. Hope Commander."

“Yes, well done. ”

LATV slowly marched along the narrow streets of the refugee camps.

The look outside the car window is cluttered.

Between the lines of the tent, people's laundry is hanging and women's underwear in rough shapes is rare.

Underwear is almost clothed diapers or boxer shorts that replace sanitary pads.

The refugees in the refugee camps here in Northern Sudan

There were mostly younger women and children.

Most refugees who suffer from the scourge of war are these weaknesses.

“How many deputies are in the refugee camps here? ”

“That's.. about 2,000 people. ”

The supply man in the passenger seat answered the number.

Hope has placed no less burden on providing 2,000 ceremonial masters.

“2,000 people... quite a lot. ”

“Yes, that's why we have so many problems.

So is the food problem, and so is the security problem.

It doesn't matter because there are so many women and children. ”

“It must be hard for deserters and criminals to get into the camp. ”

“Yes, it is. There are still more refugees.

More men are at greater risk of getting into trouble.

It's their own little society when they pick up refugee camps here. ”

As the deputy said, when refugees from soldiers enter the refugee camps,

There was a higher probability of violent crimes such as rape, murder and theft.

Or the possibility of seizing power and embezzling.

Even now, women's crime in refugee camps was not widespread.

Moreover, food is now being traded for gold.

Feeding refugees is a huge burden for monster hunters.

“Still... Once we bring him in, we'll take responsibility...”

A terrible sight I encountered during Prince Saudi's rescue operation a few weeks ago.

It may have gone unnoticed, but the empty eyes of the young slave girl stopped the step of hope.

After all, that sympathy led to the creation of these consuming refugee camps.

Unwelcome refugees everywhere.

The longer the war, the more refugees there are.

“Hmm...”

Hope from the car smells of corn mixed with the smell here.

African traditional food, corn and potatoes.

The flies fly between the black faces that sit together.

There is no way to sanitate refugee camps without water and sewer facilities.

But the laundry that hangs between the tangs tells us about the situation here, which is not very desperate.

Apart from the White Nile, it's a luxury that precious water can be washed in Northern Sudan.

However, the minimum basic living was guaranteed by the well sold by the Engineering Corps.

Otherwise, like the other villagers, to grow muddy mud.

I would have had to walk more than 15 kilometers.

Here, ground water or rainwater is boiled and used as drinking water.

So just using clear water is a great benefit.

Like those refugees who stretched out with plastic barrels in front of a little well pump over there.

The black eyes concentrate as the men in the monster hunter mark uniform pass by.

Everyone is looking at hope and the Supply Chain as if they were dead rats.

“Why is it freezing like this? ”

Hope felt that they had feelings of fear.

I don't know why, but they seem to have fears of strangers.

I found a familiar face as I walked slowly.

This is the face I encountered in the Saint Slave Camp.

The Athlete girl sat quietly squeezed and drew something on the floor with a stick.

Hope stared at the girl's paintings without a word.

The girl lifts her head when a black shadow is cast over her body.

A man with a white, smooth and white face was looking down at him.

A girl dancing backwards in shock and flawless.

My eyes trembled with fear in my black face.

More and more frequent agitation.

The girl recognized the man.

A ghost flying around with a red sword soaked in blood.

It was the man who came out of the ghost.

The girl gasps with her mouth open.

"Aphasia..."

Hope was unfortunate.

Deal with a man on the first night of his honeymoon who was forced into marriage with multiple partners.

Repeat the painful surgery of regenerating the hymen and being destroyed by another man again.

A girl who was later reaped as a loot and sold to someone to live as a sex slave.

It was rather strange that I was going through such a thing mentally.

“Do you recognize me? ”

As she pointed at herself with her finger and asked, the girl nodded quietly.

Hope took the gift out of the paper bag she brought.

Girls' favorite kitty-painted toothbrushes and bag clippers,

And it contained a toy.

The girl took it and was dumb as if she wasn't interested.

It looks like there was a mental problem with the shock.

The girl showed interest in objects in the waist of hope instead of gifts.

As the girl reaches out and grabs Machete, she shakes her hand with a surprise of hope.

“This? This is dangerous.

It's very dangerous for you to play with. ”

Despite hope trying to sow, the girl does not let go of the hand that holds the sack of Machete.

“W-would you like this?

This? ”

The girl nods up and down.

“Phew ~ yes..”

Hope pulls Machete out of the waist dancing to loosen the clasp.

Then he handed over Machete with a buckle.

The girl grabs the clumsy handle and pulls it hard.

A wavy machete appeared in the bayonet.

7. A tranquil wavy pattern consisting of folds.

A sword crafted with the power of spirit to catch up with Lord Tartan, the blacksmith.

A seven-foot necklace not suitable for machetes close to the machete.

A heavy tungsten rod also flows through the sword with the energy of a powerful ether that can be cut into a dagger.

The girl gasps as if she liked the strange energy emanating from the rude sword.

“Shukran..”

The girl opened her mouth for the first time after coming to the refugee camp.

“Yes, it's your gift.

Be careful not to get beige on your hands.

Watch Yur Hand. ”

The girl bows her head as if she knew.

Hope smiles brightly, whether she likes it or doesn't like the small change of look felt on her limp black face.

“Yes.. I'll go then, always be healthy.

May the Blessing of God always be with you. ”

Hope stood up on her knees as she squeezed.

The girl looked at the man with a white face, dumb.

Hope finally turned around and waved his hand to the girl before getting into the car.

A car that flies dirt and disappears.

The girl grips Machete and stares at the place where the car disappeared for a while.

Hope warmed my heart as I looked at the refugee camps.

Helping someone on the other side of the planet and giving hope to someone.

I was happy now just to hear a word of gratitude from a little girl.

“How was the refugee camp? You see...”

When the supplicator next door asked, Hope looked forward with a strange expression on her face.

“Well,

I hope that all the refugees will return home one day. ”

“Soon the war will be over.

Food is the problem. "

“.. that's the problem.

China and Russia are desperate to get more food like that. ”

“What's the big deal about eating?

I'm starving to death without it. ”

“... Right. It's important to eat.

Supplier, what's for lunch today? ”

“It's a fried cake with duck ross and an old pepper field. ”

Hope swallowed the spit and stepped on Excel.

To my last lunch here in South Sudan.

LATV ran towards the garrison, dusting dirt.

All operations in South Sudan ended with a lunch with roasted rice.

Hope to shake hands with Korean soldiers at the South Sudan garrison was on the return shuttle.

Ten years later.

Alfsir, Northern Sudan, 2030.

In the late afternoon, when it was raining, three men entered the building with friendship.

The building was quiet and the people who were eating looked at them.

“Three sodas here."

The owner of the restaurant, who nodded without a word, picked up a few lids and followed them to the glass.

A man puts a 10,000 Sudanese pound bill on the table.

The dining room became noisy again.

“By the way, did you hear the news?

The Black Devil. ”

“You're carrying a machete? ”

“Rumor has it that the demon is a woman. ”

“That must be a story I made up. ”

The men turned the fire into a story about the Black Devil.

Three people across the rain silently listened to the stories of such men.

The three men, who stared at the majority without a word, did not take off the rainbow.

The owner of the restaurant said that the rain falling on the floor was disturbing.

“Hey, why don't you three take off the rain now?

Even the chair is wet. "

The restaurant owner stared at three people.

And I felt something strange.

I could not see the neck of a man swallowing a large chunk of soda.

“Is this... a woman? ”

A man without a tit, or a man of unknown gender, wetted the rain at that moment.

A cloak-like rainbow completely reveals the flexion of the body.

Arms full of scars are splitting calmly.

Slim arms and bouncing breasts without a wink like a man.

“It's a woman!"

The restaurant owner shouted with a surprised expression.

The woman pulled the machete at a fast pace.

The incontinence was drawn between the restaurant owner's neck and the comb line.

The body, separated from the face, collapsed.

The men in the restaurant reached out their hands toward the AK rifle resting on one wall.

“Ala Akbar! ”

A black warrior's blade blossoms behind the back of a screaming man.

A man who collapses with blood splitting behind his back.

Argh!

Tatata Tang!

Machete grabbed the man who turned the gun with an AK rifle.

Others were crazy and couldn't even pick up their guns.

The crowded dining room was covered in corpses and filled with bloody scents.

The woman waves Machete and trembles at the blood.

Surprisingly, Machete didn't have blood on it.

It says hope imprinted on one side of the validation.

A woman, now named Zelda, stares at the imprinted Hangul letters in a glance.

The men next to him interrupted Zelda's memory.

“Captain Zelda, this place is too dangerous.

There's a lot of wires at the base. ”

“.. withdraw now. ”

Wei Ying!

Chul-chung!

At that moment something frowned outside.

It was the maneuver of a Chinese suit that resembled HGD1 more than 80 pros.

I think I heard a gunshot in the building.

Zelda rushed out of the restaurant.

As the laser pointer connected to the wire's coil gun aimed, Zelda rushed to speed up.

Phew! Phew!

A 23.3 millimeter steel bullet fired from a 109-style electron machine gun flies through Zelda.

Zelda blows herself towards the shabby truck.

Her new brother disappeared from the air.

The Iron Warrior turns his head left and right to find the enemy who disappeared suddenly.

“Where are you?”

“Suddenly it's gone. ”

"Where?"

Iron warriors watched HMD's screen and sweated coldly.

At that moment.

Machete plunged down from the void with nothing.

Like a ghost urethra that saved itself 10 years ago.

The lead wire was cut in half and the pilot's blood was shed.

“Enemy!"

Phew! Phew!

Tatata, Tatata...

Machete sweeps around without hesitation. The wires and drivers were both torn apart.

Finally, the last wire fell and the silence broke.

The ghost of the sword disappeared into the air.

Like it was 10 years ago.