The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Seven's California, Camp Roberts (3)

The closer I got to my destination, the worse the clock got. Cloudy smoke conceals sunlight.

The fire was not one or two places. A few hills rise over there. Could it be caused by an inadvertent bombing or by Trickster? In winter, it was the latter. It's possible the group that attacked Camp Roberts has joined us here. Or your experience has been sent.

Anyway, it's a bad environment to get a public park.

A helicopter crashed on the side of the road. It descended too hard to gain sight, but was hit by a throwing pattern of EMPs or Grumbles. There will be no survivors. In addition to burning, the blazing ammunition was exploding.

Helicopter wings overlap. A cover fire has been fired from above the side of the vehicle.

Boo, boo, boo, boo.

A weapon called a mini gun. As sixteen guns rotate and fire 4,000 rounds per minute, the sound is closer to a broken instrument than a gunshot. Two transport helicopters seemed to carry only ammunition in place to burn people. Despite tremendous ammunition consumption, it projects firepower over a long period of time.

Thanks to you, the chariots and Humvees are less burdensome. It is because the number of variants approaching from the frontal and lateral sides is not large.

Winter also places her arms on the window frame and fires with the guns back on top.

As the helicopter leaves, the squadron's advancement speed decreases. Despite its low density, it is not easy to penetrate the oncoming mutants from all sides.

They're after the rear! Defend the Supply Vehicle First! "

The commander's shout has spread. In fact, the aggression was being focused behind the line. There are only two Humvees guarding you. Ammunition trucks and tanks have a serious disruption to rescue missions.

This made it clear that the mutants were acting strategically. Understands human combat practices and weaknesses, and creates an attack plan accordingly.

They also hid what was strong among the weak. There is a rare mixture of ghouls among common variants. Enhanced with mediocre variants, these pimps should not be allowed to approach because of their agility. Winter hunted them first.

Huo

From a distance to the right, the rooted tree flies to the parabola close to the straight line. With the aim of a munitions transport, the error was only five meters.

Jesus!

A cry across the radio. The vehicle swerves to the left, leans to one side, and then nearly restores center. I was about to be overturned.

It would have been Grumbled, but only the outline was covered by smoke.

At this time, the chariot left.

Weeing

A 60-ton lump of iron protruding out to the side, making a fierce gas turbine sound, trampled the grinding mill and the oncoming variants. The mutation that was sucked into the infinite trajectory and the gap between the ground was difficult to expect to survive.

A tree is flying again. The tram accelerated and blocked the transport vehicle. Accurate timing. The driver's skill level is amazing. A tree crashed into the trolley. The trolley is running big.

Meerkat 3 is hit!

Winter shifted momentarily. The call sign does not match.

Meerkat 3 was still on the move. The turret was turned and aimed at Grumble. I didn't have to aim for weaknesses if I was shooting with a tram gun. Aim for the center of the silhouette and shoot.

Boom! With the flames fired, the smoke around the foil is dispersed in a vortex.

Kyahhhh!

A large, bludgeoned monster screams in agony. At this moment, a serendipitous wind lifts the smoke. The target's right arm was dislocated from the shoulder. Meerkats 1 and 2 fired almost simultaneously. A cannonball inserted at different angles smashes Grumble up and down.

Lieutenant Durant radios.

"Grumbling down. Good job. Now car 1 will take the lead. Car 2 will take the rear, cars 3 and 4 for flank defense.

After the threat of Grumbling disappeared, the chariot rack went up and grabbed the machine gun. A procession of Bravo squadrons, chariot squadrons, and supplies finally penetrated the Mutants' aggression.

A double shot of gunfire and thunder is heard from the nearest destination. Winter measured the distance between flash and thunder.

‘About 3 minutes ahead. ’

Looks like we're going into a full-scale battle in three minutes.

Tracker monitors show thermal imaging of the battlefield. Wire control was transmitting. The frame was low and chipped, and covered a lot of heat and smoke from the fire, but enough to judge the situation.

Friends seem to be gathering in the brewery on the hills of the lush vineyard. Compared to the number of trucks in combat vehicles, refugees and citizens are also present. Mutants are rushing towards them from all directions.

"Break, Break! All vehicles, prepare for impact! The Air Force wants to blow up the smoke with a vaporizer bomb!

“Oh, shh! ”

The Turret Keeper enters the car in a panic.

Vaporizing Bombs are weapons that cause storms by thermal expansion. Air Force is big. Within effective range, a person is torn or cluttered, the vehicle disassembles, and even the trolley flips over.

Not now. I don't know who's thinking, but I'm willing to burst out of the kill zone and gain sight. It seems crazy and clever.

Isn't it too dangerous? ’

In winter, I was worried about the Five Persons Bomb. Friendly enough to take no damage, but the smoke should detonate the bomb on a tight border to send it away, which should be easy.

‘Maybe it's that urgent. ’

It could have been requested by those trapped in the brewery.

The bomb exploded.

From 11 o'clock, smoke is swept away like waves. Knuckle! The vehicle is shaking violently, as if hit by something. The driver's short speech. I think I hit something painful.

The mutants that are approaching through the firewall fall into a frenzy. It was an invisible hammer that was beaten without pity.

It doesn't end with a single shot. A squadron of full-bomb bombers continue to fly, landing dozens of rounds in a row. It was like trying to catch a fire in a nearby forest. It only went out for a short while, but eventually the fire would burn again, but the U.S. military needed it for a while.

“I see the destination! ”

After the bombing, the shooter climbed up to the turret shouts. Winter was also watching. As the smoke cleared, it was surprisingly close. Distance to arrive as soon as the vehicle accelerates.

But before that, the defensive line surrounding the brewery collapses. In some sections, the melee battle is taking place. Winter immediately pushes out the window and aims at the rifle.

Ta-da! Tatattan!

The soldier who shoveled in the field loses his target and makes a fuss. This is because four barren variants successively collapsed. The same thing has been repeated throughout the perimeter. Soldiers running low on ammunition find this side and shout for joy.

Part of the defensive line was a barrier that followed the vehicle. A battle between mercenaries and climbing mutants. A chariot rushes to you to see what you were thinking. You stomp on the mutants just as quickly as you can, and then start rubbing their bodies against them.

Mutations wedged between the barrier and the tram ruptured the viscera and broke the spine.

Weeing

Just by pushing and crushing back and forth, the chariot organizes dozens of variants in an instant. What I wouldn't give to have a Humvee. The streetcar driver's skill at measuring distances was also great.

The situation changed dramatically as the supply vehicle reached the defense line.

Of course, there were those who could not see the virtue.

A soldier picks up a pair of shovels and throws the mutants away. I was fearlessly brave. Every time you swing a full swing to see how you can harness that power, you must kill a variant. Carrying a duffel bag full of magazines, winter approaches from his rear to wipe out nearby mutants.

He's out of breath. The soldier shrugs. My colleagues don't think about moving around like they're stuck in a ditch while they're packing magazines. Battle fatigue? Winter calls to him.

“You! Come and get it! ”

Then he slowly turned around, crying. Winter found bite marks on him.

“Oh my……. ”

It's not one or two. It was not bravery, it was terrorism. After being bitten, the discolored skin and blood vessels spread below the chin.

Bang!

A red hole bursts from the soldier's forehead with a shovel.

As winter approaches, the shooter turns white. It was the same with reflexes before judging from reason.

“Ugh, ughhhh! ”

He had a seizure. He shakes anxiously and screams. No, no, no! I miss you, Mommy! I want to go home! The crying was very dangerous. Extreme fear and stress panic attacks, Shell Shock syndrome.

The problem was he was still holding a gun. I just sharpened the magazine and fired a single shot. I have enough ammunition left.

The survival senses cried sharply.

“Get down!”

Terrifying screams of winter, panicked soldiers shoot guns everywhere. Soldiers who were on their guard beforehand fled as if it were winter. However, those who were a little distant are different. I was busy shooting the mutants coming back, and I often didn't hear the warning.

The wounded have fallen.

“Guild! Stop it! ”

You rush towards your fallen comrade, two soldiers avoiding your anger.

“Don't come! You monsters! Don't come any closer! ”

His hands are stuttering with grenades. In an instant, Winter, when he switched weapons, he shot his pistol into the back of his hand. Pull five. Because the aim was urgent, and the treatment had to be confirmed.

The bullet through the back of the hand is blocked by the body armor. Shots fired from this street would have been pierced.

The two allies holding Gilded, the demented soldier, gasp. Send snowflakes to winter.

Medics rush in and start taking care of the wounded.

Despite this inconvenience, the situation continued to improve. Winter suddenly realized that the interference had disappeared from the radio. At least nearby, "Trickster" has decided to step down. As long as the Americans have recovered their firepower, they will not stand a chance.

However, it was not a position to pursue. It wasn't enough ammunition, and it was the civilians who fled the brewery.

New reinforcements have emerged from the north. The size of the vehicles and troops coming through the smoke was more than just a major class. The force pushing in to clear the enemies is quite remarkable.

Winter travels around the defense line, checking for threats that might remain.

“Enemy in front! ”

Turning to the screams of one of the soldiers, you can see some mutants wandering near the smoky forest.

It is a vague street. Winter thought the behavior of the mutants was strange. They don't attack here, and they don't run away. I was curious, but soon I came up with one guess.

"Abandon"? ’

A tail set aside to distract the American military. Possibly a larger number of sacrificial lambs to escape safely. Trickster's cunning was a possible development.

There was no reason to keep him alive. A Humvee stops in front of the winter. The driver inside gestured to winter.

“Hop in, Lieutenant. Destroy adjacent enemies. ”

“Orders? Commander? ”

“No. You haven't heard. We are now assigned to the first generation until the end of the rescue operation. ”

“First generation?”

“Yes, most of the troops here are from the 160th regiment. There are other affiliations, though. The troops we just arrived in are a squadron of two from Hunter Riggets. ”

It turns out we didn't just send reinforcements from Camp Roberts. A squadron has been dispatched from two generations of Fort Hunter Riggets to the north.

Unfortunately, the troops from each battalion in Sevens California came together.

Artwork Reviews

1. Catch up with writers and friends on the afternoon of July 20

Author: Oh, I miss Overwatch. I've only bought it for a week.

Company friend: I'm going to miss you.

Writer: No. I miss you.

Author: But when you think about chatting with people, you miss them less.

Cartoonist friend: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

2.

Q. thecrazy: The pattern of sleeping at night and during the day was very good for my body

A. That said, I don't want my readers to be healthy. They say sleeping at night is so bad.

Q. RGZ95: I can reduce my sleep @ ~ @ for the Ossuary

A. I don't want to deprive myself of sleep for my former chariot hall as a writer. What should we do?

Q. hotroad: I've never seen you use gallons to drink American children's drinks, and I've never seen you write a liter other than when you were reciting Angin Jell-O. Does the military use liters?

A. No. Not necessarily. It's just that it's kind of like a purse.

Q. Old Raccoon: I recommend that the Soul Series recharge more compassion than the @ Dark Kist dungeons

A. Dark Souls are too hard. The writer only has ten legs, so he decides to play.

And fiction as a footnote, each line of writing smells like... no, it doesn't.

Maybe we should put a finger on the foot.

Q. Potato Peel: Do you have any other novels? You're not in Joara. Are you on the Dal or on the coffee page?

A. The only thing out in the open is a parody called Halckernia SeaBreaker... which is not very funny.

Q. Dohwahwan: 60 seconds of a sympathetic game

A. Oh, that was a sympathetic game. I want to buy it someday.

There are already more than 100 games I can't buy... Phew...