The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Night on Lake 10, Lake Santa Margarita

The battle continues.

The enemy's resistance was half. The other half are dead. Or soon to die. It was hard to find brotherhood in criminals. We're retreating with the bodies and the wounded. Captain Harris' headquarters to the east. The judgment itself was reasonable. Winter is to the west, squads to the north. To control it at the same time, it had to be pushed in one direction.

But it didn't work that way. Winter continues to bypass. Don't miss the side. It's hard to be sensible. If I draw a large diameter circle around criminals, the winter route was outside the circle. It is difficult to keep up with ten steps. And yet I did it.

In the winter, running between the trees, gunfire came out like a seizure.

Da-da-da-da-da!

Usually, it was a hoax, but one, there was a threatening speaker. The trajectory of the bullet draws near, and the soil splashes continuously. I think I'll reach my body before the next cover. I knelt as if winter had fallen. Bang! In the midst of the trembling weight of the earth, an instant line of sight and instinctive shooting.

Thud, thud, thud!

The noise hit the eardrum. The boy's eyes widen. Deaf ears. Twitching tinnitus and eardrums. Winter advances the ambush, leaning against the backrest of the tree. I try to touch the helmet. I can feel it in my gloves. Looks like a bullet hit the side.

‘Should I say bad luck……. ’

The Three Musketeers of Winter hit the target. At that moment, the opposing Pokémon's gun pops up, and the line is caught in the helmet. It was a random variable beyond insight in Combat Sense. I almost died. My head aches late. That's why the fighters were in danger.

I was still confident, but not in my body. The tremor of the hand given by the contextual operation. Winter calmed down by pressing hard. Waste of time is five deep breaths. The radio cried.

[David Actual! David Actual! David One! Engaging hostiles now! Brake!]

Jeffrey was paging winter. It's noisy. Winter catches the radio right away.

“Go on, Jeffrey! ”

[Enemy size, about 50 infantry! Hostiles are getting firepower support from mortars! I don't know where the mortars are! I've lost the first line! I'm moving to the second line! I need you to make sure we can support the conscription. Over!]

“Wait a little longer! I'll be right there! ”

After finishing the radio, winter rushes out. The enemy reacts slowly. Six survived, each with its own location. It's because I haven't been able to recover the formation I lost because of the winter.

Meanwhile, the squads press forward. Thanks to this, winter ran a much longer distance than before. At last, the Pokémon dots behind the enemy's diagonal line. The enemy is now inevitable in either direction. Terrifying enemies fill the winter landscape. Trigger pulled.

Tofu, tofu!

Ammo sprays chaotically. The spent magazine was empty in a second. That one second killed two people. Winter squeezes its gun as it presses into a halt. Empty magazines bounce off inertia. I put a new magazine in one move. And then full automatic fire again.

Heave-ho!

At the fifth step, there was a sound of iron. As paper chews on the copier, live ammunition hangs in the medicine cabin. Winter pulls the grip on the heavy loader. But I didn't. Put your finger in the medicine cabin and scrape with force. A shrapnel is thrown out.

I hurriedly aimed again, but when I waited, the scream that wasn't there burst out late.

“Aaaah! Surrender! Surrender! No, I surrender! Don't shoot! Help me! ”

It's a mess, but the shooting from the front remains intact. The squads are using silencers, so the sound of splashing wood is more confusing than a gunshot. Winter pressed the radio.

“David Three! Cease fire! Cease fire! The enemy is surrendering!”

The violent noise subsides. However, the surrender still repeatedly shouted surrender, the other cried his head off, and the other two remained silent in an invisible place.

There was no time to wait for the squad members. The shooting continues in the distance. Winter came alone. Alternating left and right, at a speed close to the Old Book.

The number of surviving enemies was one less than the number of winters. A broken man lies on the roots of a tree. There was blood in his mouth. The last person who surrendered, the one who cried, the last person who looked hard from a distance. He holds a hand grenade with a pin in it.

“Stop! Don't move! ”

Winter is raging. It was the other two who gave up their resistance that prevented them from firing straight away. The approaching squad quickly picks up the situation. The beasts scatter. You hear their muttering swearing noises as well as the ears of winter. The soldier who promised to surrender dodges while drooling. Only the crying soldier remained at risk. I think I'm losing my mind for a second. Winter puts its weight on the trigger. It pulls slightly. It stops only when it feels like it's about to be fired.

The soldier with the grenade, however, was not aggressive. His hands are trembling, but at least as still as his face. The calm is dark. He glances at the winter, smiling helplessly.

“I'm sorry."

You hear a spring splash. He hugs the grenade and falls forward.

“Emily.”

A dying statement. The subsequent explosion was a small explosion. If it weren't for the explosion, he would have thought he was flinching. Blood from a puddle of flesh flows out. A blurry red hue in the rain.

Despite the urgency, winter was temporarily distracted.

Glug, glug, glug. The unfortunate soldier did not die right away. The boy pulled the trigger. My head breaks.

“Restrain me.”

Following winter instructions, the squads secured two prisoners.

“Were there any other survivors on the way? ”

When winter asks, Elliot heavily replies.

“They were hopeless. It eased the pain.”

Well, in this weather, this is the environment. The survivor with a severed limb or visceral discharge is only a deferred death. Elliot pulls the tag off the soldier who killed himself with the grenade. The other soldiers pack up ammunition and grenades around. There wasn't much left, but it was necessary. The squad members were consumed more ammunition than winter.

Winter said to the prepared crew,

“From now on, I'm going to run 600 meters. Follow him with this crocodile. ”

“Ha.”

Squad Leader Elliot sighs. They're all tired. They're trembling. The prisoners were no better. Moreover, arms are tied behind your back firmly. I don't think I can keep up.

‘I can't throw it away. There's too much radio noise. ’

It was uphill from the beginning.

But I started running. Soldiers follow you without words.

The speed has only slowed. The half-mad prisoner keeps falling, and the squad looks like they're going to die. In the end, it was almost as fast as walking. It is now possible for winter to climb a 200-meter ramp.

After climbing up the ramp, things got better. A slightly curved unpaved road appeared. The earliest winter found the battlefield. Captain Harris has not breached the perimeter yet. There was smoke everywhere under this rain. Winter read the signs of his attack and failure.

Liar! The heavy saturation imitates thunder. Immediately after, the wrong shrub is smashed under the ridge.

How many shells? ’

If you don't shoot them in a row, you won't have enough. It was a sheep that people would have carried in the first place.

Soldiers barely come up, grab their knees and gasp for breath.

“Would you mind taking a minute off? ”

“No…… Kulluk! You can, you can! ”

“Okay."

Winter did not ask twice.

The squad burrows to the enemy's rear. Following the direction of the saturation, winter stumbles on its trail. Traces highlighted by "Tracking" were everywhere. Last Christmas, another lake pushed me to look for a missing person.

At last, the footsteps found are unexpectedly shallow.

“David One, David One. David Actual at the moment. ”

[David…… David…… David Actual…… hero play…… bastard…….]

“David One. Can you hear me? David Actual. ”

Winter called Jeffrey over and over again, but now the radio is dead. Unless we're close enough to see each other's faces, we should consider radio impossible. Suddenly, I was about to give up my transmission. The boy asked the soldiers for a useless radio.

“Just give me two. ”

“What, are you going to do it? ”

“I'm going to use it as bait. ”

Winter took out the restraining strap and wrapped it around the radio's transmit button. With this, the radio will suck out the ambient sound until the battery wears off.

We weave one radio back together here. This was an unbuttoned button.

“Ha! The Mutant cub... is sending a message... again!" ”

Pale Elliot bows and spills gastric fluid. It was a side effect of excessive exercise.

“That's right. They're probably not using their radios because of the interference. So this is the only source of transmission around here. ”

“Even if someone hears... I won't be able to distinguish... from the interference." ”

“Does anyone have explosives? ”

Winter even packed a plastic explosive (C4). It was originally cut to the right amount, but this time it won't be necessary.

Bang! One more burst saturation. Maybe the distance is getting closer, or it sounds different than before. Winter approaches quietly with the squad.

“Make a sound and I'll kill you. ”

A squad member whispers to the prisoners.

There are bodies everywhere. Winter set a trap in one of them. They made the body carry a radio, and they planted explosives on it. Trickster chases the radio, blows as soon as he touches it. The soldiers looked dark and reluctant. It was the corpse of a colleague not long ago. Elliot hesitates.

“Lieutenant, this would be a violation of international law..." ”

“I know it's frustrating. But if you leave it, it's a meal for the mutants. ”

“… I can see that. ”

“Let's move.”

A little further, and it was finally a battlefield. There is a mortar camp just ahead. Twenty more are climbing the slopes. I could see the back of them all in this position. Winter disbands the squad and distributes the target. To avoid wasting multiple shots on the same target.

We're ready. Winter cries out.

“Fire!”

Artwork Reviews

# Hing

We're a little low on sheep today. No face... But I'm sleepy, so I can't use any more. Haha. Remember the days when there were so many sheep.

# Q&A

Q. Xedrions: @ Here's my sympathy! Here are 7 coupons from Joara!

A. Yes, you have my sympathy. I'm going to use it to speed up underwater city injuries.

Q. Kwon & '92; t feel sympathetic today. Maybe it's because of the civilian massacre and the audacity of the Humans. We've already given you all the coupons, so here are your recommendations, ratings, and comments.

A. Oh, my... this novel is nothing but sympathy, but poor sympathy...

I think I need to take a summer vacation to restore my sympathy.

Q. Master Column: This Mental Bulletproof Mental!!!!!! For one spaghetti sauce tip, there's a hot plate called Pepperonicino. It's a little pepper with a subtle spicy pepper in the pizza, and when you add it to a spaghetti sauce, you get an appetizing spice that pairs well with a tomato. In addition to spaghetti, you can add flour to the stew or mix it with salt to grill meat. More than that, Column's Cooking Classroom (?)

A. My menthol is normal glass. If something happens, you break it once and then you put it back together again.

By the way, is pepper in pepperoni pizza? I've never felt spicy in all this time... Haha...

Q. Sky pencil: What happened to the people at the @ Space Station or Antarctic Base?

A. I haven't really thought about it yet. Sorry, this is not required for deployment... The writer's compassion is lacking.

Q. Don't you think there will be sympathy among the @ tough-looking winter troops? I hope. And in love with the old effect... is that a sin? blah blah blah

A. Uh... well... I have a very good case, but I'm worried that my readers will be cracked before winter's sympathy sways.

Q. QOEWH: Is it true you are a Space War veteran?!

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

Q. Dohwahwan: @ Carnival is basic! Let's see... Shooting a co-worker is a bit weak, too! Is it sympathetic? Or do you have a lot of compassion in Dreamland these days?

A. Dreamland pays electricity in concert. I just got hit by a leaky bomb... * Sobbing *

Q. RGZ95: @ Thanks again for your sympathy today. You've already done it, so you chose resistance over surrender @. @; Better than dead...

A. Thank you for reading each time. It's better to roll in the dung.

Q. PAM: @ kiaaaaaaaaak

A. Oh, of course. I haven't taken a summer vacation, so I'm going to play, eat, and sleep without writing a word for Thanksgiving. Thank you for your concern with the writer.