The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Journal, page 65, Camp Roberts

The medal ceremony was held. As Captain Maguire predicted, it was a silver star.

The men dispatched from the Ministry of Defense were the same as before. His name is Bliss. He was a major in the Publication Office. I was still anxious and nervous, but did not wear a mask like before. It was almost certain that Mogelons was not airborne.

The way the major looked at me was complicated. Eyes mixed with flattery. I don't know what this guy keeps making me come here. It felt like this.

This time, the tribute was also poisoned by the commander. As long as I had a seat, I was dressed as a conqueror of the army. The increased medal was quite heavy. Much more cameras captured this scene than before. Reporters crossing the blockade at their peril. They hungered on me like hungry animals.

“How did you feel about achieving the United Nations' youngest ever promotion? ”

“Tell me about the situation at the time of Operation Santa Maria! ”

“A word from the future, please! ”

It was good so far.

“Do you have a boyfriend? If no, what would be your ideal type? ”

“What kind of food do you like? ”

“Anything you'd like to say to your fans? ”

The question is, why does it come up? Besides, what a fan.

Major Bliss has been by your side the whole time. He was skillfully controlling the journalists. The question you just asked was inappropriate, show me what you wrote, fix this part like this, don't broadcast this. It was an obvious interference with the media, but journalists were easily accepted. It was a piece of patriotic news that Lieutenant Capston pointed out. Worldwide crisis.

Oh, I'm gonna call him Captain now. Since the promotion date is today, I have not yet touched my mouth. It's a privilege I was given for digging me up. It was good, but the parties were impressed. I'm ashamed. He grumbles that I should be rewarded more.

Other soldiers who came to celebrate said the same thing.

“I can't even get a Medal of Honor if I'm majoring in it. What's a Medal of Honor? ”

“Yeah. I mean, if you take all the honor medalists, there's no one better than Master Bishop in one fight. John Basilone, at best, or Murphy? ”

“Those two are definitely...... but I think Lieutenant Gear is better than me." ”

Talk to Sergeant Sirius Latchman. I just laughed. Sergeant Pierce stepped in.

“Political play.”

“What do you mean? ”

“It's obvious what you're thinking up there. I want to make a refugee leader, but I don't want to give one person too much strength... What the hell is this? Because there's a lesson in Afghanistan. ”

Yes, I've heard of Sergeant Pierce before. Or when you were in the supervisory role for one reason you speak good English. A plausible analysis. We might have an out-of-control armed group. Eggs were not carried in a basket.

“You are surprisingly detail-oriented. It looks like you're just a muscle. ”

Guillermi said this and got hit once. I feel a grunt even though I hit lightly. My boss insisted.

“How many years do you think I have? Fellowship, I've heard so much from my comrades in Satan. Politics is also in the world of soldiers. If you want to star on this floor, you have to be good at politics. Neither do ordinary officers or you morons. Don't you know William Swenson? If you hate it up there, it's hard to get credit no matter how well you fight. ”

The boss said the stars were meant to be important. I don't know who William Swenson is, but everyone who heard him nodded, and it seemed unfair.

“But Lieutenant Han, are you sure this is the end? ”

Guillermi's question. I shook my head. It was just a medal for now, but I was scheduled for a promotion later. According to major Bliss, 'after I have qualified.’

Appropriate qualifications meant more reliable instruction of the officer. As I continued to reevaluate the plan to organize the refugee army, expectations were also changing.

He said he will receive further training from the officers on site and will later be tested in a military training facility. I will inform my subordinates as soon as I have a specific schedule, he said. Turns out his man was Captain Maguire.

It reminded me of a captain who said he didn't like it. Exhaustion and discomfort in the major's eyes. That's what I thought you said.

After the ceremony, a celebration was held in a U.S. citizen's residence. It was not an official schedule, and the request of the citizens was approved by the camp commander.

I received a bouquet of flowers from many people, including a small child. The adults asked for a handshake.

“Thank you for your dedication. Thank you for your service.) ”

Americans hear the most from their citizens. It felt strange to hear that. How am I supposed to answer that? I was able to figure it out not too late.

“Thank you for your support. (Thank you for your support.) ”

Some children wanted to take a picture. He calls me a hero without hesitation. It was nothing special. Kids here learn that soldiers, firemen, and police officers are heroes, and they grow up knowing it from their parents. It creates that kind of atmosphere politically.

I've never been to an American citizen residence since my inauguration. It was a completely different world from a refugee settlement. Not enough, but people did not lose their laughter, and the children did not know hunger. The double wire fence across the lawn looks like the border between civilization and savagery.

It's been a long time since I've been reunited with those who rescued me from Paso Robles. Among the people who were unfriendly to me to the end, ‘The Miracle of Santa Maria’ …… I am ashamed to keep saying this, but I sometimes changed my mind after hearing this news. I accepted their apology with good heart.

Principal Stuart Hamill still thought of me as a student. He had a bad face the whole time he was talking. A good man, but stubborn.

I sat down later, and an old man, a Vietnamese veteran, talked to me. It had a lot of wrinkles and deep eyes. He asked me about the battles I've been in, and brought out his past.

“There were many dishonorable fights in my war. ”

His recollection was heavy. A battlefield that could not distinguish a civilian from an enemy. The mistakes you made with hatred and anger. He told them, and he said to me,

“You're fighting the right fight. Don't leave any regrets till the end. ”

I engraved the old man's message.

# Journal, page 68, Camp Roberts

In today's news, there was some interesting information.

Strange variants encountered in Santa Maria. They were formally named.

Ghouls.

The shape is not significantly different, but is said to be superior to normal variants in terms of ability.

The Center for Disease Control announced that Mogellons had gone beyond adapting to the host, and that no disease or parasite has ever been found. Just as humans use the environment, develop and make tools, Mogelons also use and develop humans to make tools.

This re-established the classification criteria of the variants. It is said that each variant will be labeled with a separate grade and name by dividing the enhanced variant by its ability and function and shape.

The Ministry of Defense, on the other hand, has come up with new measures to block mutant groups. By installing a networked noise maker on a blockade line to 3,000 locations, he would attract the mutants to noise. To this end, I've been experimenting again and again in the field.

The plan is to disrupt the surrounding area when sending ground troops to ensure safety. If this were to happen, the shelter camps would be much safer.

Moreover, the Pentagon said it would build an advanced base for each contaminated area. The plan was to deploy artillery here to boost fire support in the contaminated area.

In the future, I'll be on related missions.

# Indoor (2), San Miguel

A few days after the training began, winter decided to do field trips. The reserves were afraid to leave the camp. I needed to get rid of this psychological resistance.

One refused all the way to the end. She was a woman, so scared she lost her mind. Winter fell without a doubt.

Even on site, it's much safer than anywhere else. The closest Node to Camp Roberts. It's the route where mission troops pass several times a day.

“But don't worry. It keeps coming in from the outside. This morning's aerial reconnaissance showed there were a few in the whole city. Given the inside of the building, there could be more. ”

A mild warning of winter. Some swallow dry saliva.

Along the road that runs alongside the railroad, he enters the north side of town. The first mill that was halved was seen. The train wreckage was abandoned. The signs of a violent battle remained the same. Bomb blast marks and black blood smeared on the road. But the bodies were piled up on one side and burned. It was the efforts of the task force that I visited later.

“The little commander fought here for the first time, right? ”

“Yes, that's right. I was getting food from the mill, and a derailed train crashed into the mill. Every car was fully mutated. ”

The reserves carefully examine the train. It looked like tourists following a line of guides.

“You must be the refugees, right? ”

“Looks like there was an infected passenger on board. ”

“There's the doll! I think the kids were on board. Poor thing... ”

Whispering conversations among them. Still more civilian than soldier.

The street was a bitch. There were markings left everywhere by the U.S. military. The location of shelters, weapons, and food prepared for the Apocalypse. We have a way of contacting the survivors, just in case.

“Try to get used to the atmosphere. ”

“Oh, yep! ”

Someone who was nervous answered more loudly than necessary. You startle yourself, and there are snowballs pouring down from around you.

Yura's situation did not get much better. I've already been on an outside mission once, but I'm still scared. My hands tremble. That's all I had to endure because I thought I was promoted. It didn't take much time from Paso Robles.

“Oh, there's the mutants. ”

Winter has come upon us. A mutant roams near the motel on the side of the road. It was almost simultaneous when people discovered the source and he found this way.

Shhh!

A rushing form of death. The boy looked at people.

“Don't shoot. I'll get him.”

“Yes? They're coming? ”

Scared people. But you can't catch it.

As a variant, it is the closest food. The boy turns, one foot to the left. Grade 10, a proper spinning kick straightened the lower jaw of a variant. Blah, blah, blah, blah! My tongue was cut out. A little dark-discolored flesh fell down the road.

After beating a few more unconscious variants of winter, I shoved a block of pre-prepared cloth in my mouth, bit my gaze, tied it tightly behind my head, and dragged it behind my back. There are bloodstains. It's because of the mutant spilling his blood through his mouth.

“Phew……. ”

The reserves are in disarray. Meanwhile, the strain was a blurred fear. The intangible fear was only getting bigger. It was simply smashed. Watching on TV was a completely different experience.

“Well, look. Come closer. This is an infectious strain. Most of you have never seen one before, right? ”

The group nods at you with a grumpy face. A woman with a broken butt, a man who wants to run away, people who can't do this or that, and just get stiff.

Winter holds the neck behind the mutant. Quack, quack, faggot. Tough fingers. Due to the overlapping strength correction in several techniques, the normal variants have not been able to withstand the winter's power. Glittering and luminescence are just meaningless struggles. The boy said.

“Let's start with what it's like to be caught by a mutant. ”

“Yes?! ”

“The goal here today is to overcome fear. Yura's in charge, so first things first, then left-to-left. ”

I needed some time. Yura wept, hesitating, and coming into the reach of varieties. A pair of discolored hands grip her arms.

“Hiic!”

A Yura that hardens completely. This is also a root exercise, but it cannot move. I punched the mutant's back with my remaining winter hands. Heavy striking sounds. Momentary relief from the wobbly mutant. Yura gets out quickly. After a few steps, I sat down and sobbed. The women gathered to comfort me.

Winter went a few rounds. Until the mutant no longer catches up.

Ugh...

Tiny moaning stuck in a thousand knots and gnashes. Even mutants have basic intelligence. Every time I grab it, the learning outcome goes beyond hunger and instinct. Now you don't catch them even when they're near. Just rolling your eyes. It looks dull. People are not as frightened as they used to be. In fact, some people laughed boldly.

“Oh, you're back at the right time. I think I heard him scream. ”

Like the winter horse, there were five mutants running screaming from a distance from the road. There is still a distance. Winter has fixed the variant. So far I've seen the back of my head, but now I'm holding it in front of me. I pushed it towards the men.

“Who wants to wring his neck and kill him? ”

“Yes? … yes?! ”

People get desperate. They look at the distant mutant and the boy alternately. People with guns. Winter stopped them. And calmly rushed.

“We don't have much time. Quickly.”

“ ……. ”

“I should just point it out. There, come on out. ”

The man who was nominated was miserable. I pushed her around and had no choice but to leave. Winter nods.

“One hand on the back of the head... No, the other way around. Yeah, and the rest of your hands on your chin. You can get bit if you hold it in front. Now squeeze your hands together. Gimme, gimme! Turn it around!”

Woodpeck. He's clearly gone mad. The man sits still, grudging.

At the same time, winter draws its pistol and turns back. Shoots ten shots in half. Just 10 meters away, the knee-destructed mutants roll into a commotion. I fell badly. I lost weight every time I hit.

When they can't use their legs, they crawl up with their arms. Winter came and pulled out all my arms. I hit the target, making it unable to breathe for a while. It's quiet. Wrong arm, broken knee. Five mutants lay flat on the floor.

“Everyone, come out and shoot one by one. ”

After a while, the winter sighs.

“I should point it out again. ”

Five of the nominees aimed their guns at each other with their shivering hands. Three are men, two are women. I was hesitant or scared without exception. He looks like a mutant. It's just rotten and dirty. Therefore, the sense of resistance was necessary.

“Take the shot."

Strong demand to throw without expression. When I saw it, someone pulled the trigger. It's a signal, followed by a series of shocks like a chain reaction.

Queek! Queek! Tsk, tsk!

Choir of different kinds of firearms. There was another shooter who couldn't hit him in front of his nose. One woman closed her eyes and shot. I'm glad you got hit.

At least this was a good result. Some people would never have been able to shoot the way they were. So did the man who turned his head earlier. The influence of Teaching has reduced their behavior. It would also reduce side effects.

A woman protested in tears.

“That's too much. You can't ask a woman to do this. ”

It came out as soon as I was scared. It's just overwhelming. If you take back your mental relaxation, you will be ashamed of yourself. It was foolish to push him.

Winter refers to a fallen variant. Creates a gentle voice.

“Look, the force required to fight is actually enough to pull the trigger. It's not great. Women can fight. They can be as strong as men. ”

A word that connects eyes with one person.

“Strong people in a world like this, they survive. ”

The woman who protested bowed her head. It only makes a small faint sound. I asked her to comfort me with a wintery voice.

“Survive. I'll let you live. ”

Artwork Reviews

1. You seem to have a lot of questions about your skill level, but I want you to imagine the author.

If you still need a clue, just take a look.

I've never used a telescoping lens while shooting, and I'm assuming that Haiha, his demo, was a 12-13, skiing shooter. This is not an official setting, so it can change at any time.

2. My old granny She's 91. They're real soldiers. However, the lyrics may vary slightly depending on the unit.

3. I posted seven of them last week, and five of them this week. I think I need to rest now.

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