The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Clowns (3), Santa Maria

Like the city where the introduction was successful, Santa Maria's streets were clean.

However, there were traces of a blockade operation. Walls high for mutants are also high for humans. A continuous line of pits and obstacles blocks the path. It was a straight line, but I couldn't go straight.

A checkpoint that penetrates the barrier. Mutants come out of the shade. Distance 25 meters. Narrowing rapidly. Ranger Troops are slowing down. Never stops, with narrow footsteps, catching fire.

Doo-doo, doo-doo!

Mutants have fallen from the forefront. It still pushes in by mass. It was too close from the start. But this was a Ranger group, excellent in melee combat.

Collision. Head shot from a reach, center of gravity knocks, tramples on tangles, and shoots under feet. Sometimes getting caught is just annoying. One soldier was annoyed, not afraid to get caught. Kwaek! You slam your chin with your skull. The mutant died from a neck wound.

Two were close to winter. One by one, you feel like you're about to get caught, but winter is on the other side. You put a gun to the mouth that clashes. A twitching mutation with a snapped neck. He raises his eyes and only extends his hand. The boy steps forward, wielding a gun bit, and placing it in the same line as the other one. The adjustment slipped with the speaker. Shots fired.

A blunt gunshot wound to the skull. The bullet cracks its head open and breaks another.

Winter steps that turn to the side. A limp, broken back of the head, a worthless face. It said goodbye with a helpless gesture.

The platoon commander looks surprised when he sees the winter coming without the crowd.

Troops are attached to the side of the checkpoint. Chained doors. I can't see the other side. The moment you take a risk and try to break the chain with a shot.

[Kuang!]

The door thundered violently. Hungry eyes, peering through the cracks.

“Damn it!”

The soldier retreats. The platoon commander shakes his head and attempts to communicate.

“Drone Team! What's the situation?”

"A group of civilians, separated! Twenty-seven inbound along Broadway! Nine along West Donovan Road! Twelve dead so far!

“Where were all those people hiding?! ”

The commander mutters low cursing. How long will the civilians last? We have to hurry. I was trained to save unnecessary words, but I couldn't help it. A spirit that has been piled up with blood since the beginning.

There was an intermittent shooting during transmission. Even though the aim was faster than anyone else, winter spared the trigger. I couldn't run out of ammo. I only take one direction for sure. One shot at least, one shot at a time. I chewed it up with a skill correction, such as reduced accuracy with a silencer.

“Reload!”

The soldier who ran out of ammo said. There is a firewall, so watch my direction for a while. It took me a second to exchange the magazine.

“You, you! Grenade!”

The platoon commander pointed out two men. Trying to break through. Immediately, two parabolas climb over the wall. Boom, boom, snap. And human-like terminals. The dying rush through the wall. The soldier at the door broke the chain this time. A piece of iron spurted out.

The door I kicked with my foot. A leaning variant falls on its head. A shrapnel swept through your back, stripping you of your sternum.

From the houses on the right side of the road, new ones have crawled out. He's circling around, looking this way. Ahhhh! The tearing shout of my voice. They all look the same, but have their own patterns. The host's willingness to increase the host pushes the puppets away.

“To the left! ”

On the left side of the road was a partition between the street and the wall. Focus your firepower on one side by sticking together. But soon they will be overwhelmed by numbers.

Two drones flew overhead. Entry from Central Division.

Step off the path to the left, on the Wolf Three from Wolf Leader.

A relatively convenient path is indicated by following the instructions. Mutants have chased you behind your back to die. A call sign from the platoon commander. A grenade will fly behind you. Soldiers lowering their stance immediately. Vibrating noise passes beneath your feet.

Central HQ is now in command with backup drones.

"Wolf Three, what if we move without mission approval?

“Civilian discovery and rescue were originally included in the mission! The other team is too far away! There's a lot of civilians! Can you rescue two of my fucked-up helicopters? I made the best decision! ”

I hope it's big. Prepare for discipline. North Miller Road to East Sunset. You have three minutes.

“Three minutes?! Shit. Where's East Sunset? Sergeant, is that possible?! ”

There's no room for the map. The platoon commander looks over the ferry ramp. A geographically familiar cop nods.

“Die! Run! ”

Specialist cops were as good a shot as rangers. Direct fire while running with power. As soon as I ran out of ammo, I pulled out my pistol. A quickie without spaces knocks down five variants. But the rest was imminent, and I didn't care. because I believed in rangers.

Wolf Two, deploying into the battlefield. Wolf One enters from the north side of town. We're 40 seconds out from air support in the area. The helicopter call sign then unifies into a firefly. Each platoon drone team will be named Fisher Three in Fisher One.

It looks like a new troop from the Central HQ is coming. But it was a long way away. I will not arrive on time in my car. At least one squadron was fortunate to come directly from the north.

Fisher Three in Evidence. Southern Hemisphere Survivors Group, 2 additional deaths. Location, 10 south of base point Foxtrot. Western motel. Temporary cover-up. It looks like it will be discovered soon. Wolf Three, hurry up.

“Shit! Hide! I'll pass!”

A large, black-and-white sergeant dies. I've already run more than a kilometer, and the rest of the way is no less than that. During the battle, he was overwhelmed with tension.

Winter is sweaty. Rather than being difficult, the body doesn't follow the head. Violent stamina consumption has degraded the ability. Waving aim. This is not the first time it's fired. That's why I used a knife instead of a gun on the one closest to me. A man with a large sword in his temple snatches his tongue away. Pull the stride with a single snap. I didn't slow down. A large sword was mounted under the muzzle.

Some fast footed soldiers examine the abandoned vehicles. I don't have the keys. I was wondering if you'd run faster or if you'd shorten it. Gasoline vehicles don't have a guarantee that the fuel is fine, so the platoon commander told him to just keep running. The soldiers can't even speak because they are panting.

The helicopter rotor sounds fast. Just like that, the wind howls behind your back and quickly surpasses the squad. A helicopter that turns its tail and lowers altitude. Like a parabolic battleship, it reveals its side. The helicopter itself was unarmed, but it wasn't a two-man squad.

“Get down!”

Someone shouts. Everyone is rolling with speed. Grenade baptism passes over it. The firepower of a six-stemmed grenade launcher, each of which is crushed by two people. A storm of fire and debris swept through the mutant group. The hot wind knocks away the back of winter. I'm rolling, and I see a rotten leg. I got you. Ankle. I grabbed him and stood him up.

Khh!

The leg of the ankle variant was torn back and forth. The boy sticks a dagger in the middle of the looking back.

The helicopter quickly raised altitude after firepower support. On the other side, the path through which winter stares is uncovered. The helicopter flies in a straight line towards the survivors.

Approximately 200 meters remaining. It was a dense residential neighborhood, so it was quick to block the way I thought was clean. Half-open garage doors crawl out, fall off rooftops, smash windows and shit.

I had no choice. Sergeant Perry has turned again. Even if it were just a little detour, it would be quicker to avoid engaging.

"Warning on Wolf Three! 11 o'clock, Boogey Three appears!

Drone Team Roaring.

The house explodes. When a massive body hits the body, its destructive power is comparable to a cannonball. A beast that has broken through five bars catches a squadron that has lost its way. Grumbling, roaring. You can hear the horror with your whole body. Twisted oral cavity. Winter shoots reflexively. The monster stumbles.

I bought myself a little time.

“We got wounded! Cover!”

A Corporal's cry. Because of the shrapnel in the house, five soldiers bled out. Two were in Grumble's melee strike zone. A place where monsters stumbled back. The sober monster clams his mouth shut. It was a melee attack pattern.

The gunner ignores the machine gun fire and strikes two people with rocky fists at the same time. Bang! The sound of people crumbling and mixing with the rocks.

“No! ”

A sergeant with bloodshot eyes stands in front with a grenade. The right street. Throw it at the screaming monsters. At the same time, a lump of rocket is lodged in the ceiling of Grumble's mouth. Winter caught the shooter wandering around who missed him. Although Personalized Weaponry Skills was a 29% efficiency weapon, that was enough.

Rockets that penetrate steel plates dig deep into the soft innards. Explosion. My head swells. Two seconds later, a grenade in my esophagus explodes.

A huge chunk of muscle kneels. Blooming bubbles.

Winter throws an empty launcher. A hit variant stumbles. The other soldier is finished.

The two wounded were better than they looked. There's not a lot of blood, but there's no fatality. However, one was the problem. A piece of wood pierced the abdominal cavity.

At the height of the emergency response, an unexpected reinforcement team joins you.

“Deck? How did you get here? ”

The captain's surprised look. The squad left to guard the circus team was followed.

“They're soldiers, too! I told you to take care of myself! ”

The squadron leader draws fire from all sides. The shotgun shooter goes through the machine gun and starts laying down the pieces lured by Grumble's call.

However, somehow the number is growing steadily. The platoon commander called headquarters.

“Dammit! The road is blocked! Stronghold, heavy casualties! We're evacuating! Can you support the vehicle?! Tell me where you joined us! ”

"Wolf Three, fall back.

“What?! ”

A new variant group was introduced from the south-central part of the city. At your current location, there is no longer a route to access.

“Wait……. ”

"That's an order. Even if you try to break through, you won't have enough ammunition.

The commander nailed it firmly. The battlefield you saw in heaven must be just as disadvantageous. At least now the landscape is worse. Wolf Three, the 3rd platoon commander, sharpened his teeth.

"Prisoner Fire Fly Two! The landing zone is too hot! I can't get down there!

It was a close view from the nearest sky. The helicopter that landed to rescue survivors, dodged Grumble's thrown car by surprise. Revenge spills out from the onboard soldiers. However, it was useless to physically resistant monsters. Critical.

Another grumbler throws an infected variant. A swarm of flying mutants hits the rotating wing. "Half cut in the air and guts sprinkled like rain. A second, third variant flew into ballistic flight. Finally, the ninth grabbed the leg of a soldier who was pushed out of the helicopter. Soldier trying his best not to fall. However, it bites and taps the calf. Infected.

A desperate soldier throws himself. A 30-meter free fall. For those who have been waiting, it is a feast that falls from the sky. Two men died at the feast, and the rest began to feast. The soldier must have pulled a few grenade pins as he fell. A turbulent explosion has occurred.

Fisher Three Down. "We're out of fuel."

The first flying drone crashed. It was a shortage of fuel.

Repeated evil persuaded the platoon commander. There are also repeated radio transmissions that urge retreat at the main headquarters.

The mission branch has arrived. Retreat is safe and advancement is dangerous.

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