The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Night on Lake 11, Lake Santa Margarita

“Fire!”

At that moment, the world burned white. Lightning. In black and white rain, soldiers at the edge of the line die like silent movies. I climbed up the slopes in ambush, and I just kept my head down. It was a rain sound instead of a terminal, and it was like falling asleep. A brief death. The late thunder tears apart all other voices.

What winter wanted was two of the herpes. Especially the paratrooper. He sits back. I just couldn't see over here while handling the cannonballs.

Blisters burst into eyeballs at the beginning. The shooter on the left turns in horror. Charcoal in his forehead. I heard the shock. I looked up at the sky dead, slowly falling back.

Survivors' reactions spill. Bulletproof clothing, wounded, or missing at all. The number was nine, and I found cover. The speakers they scratched were hundreds of rounds.

“Cover!”

Winter runs towards the Hermit Patch. As you run low, the Peeing Ping bullet flies overhead. A cover fire for Elliot's squad. The enemy is desperate. Winter rolls to its side. The preliminary notice, which has been subtracted by the slightest difference, is erased leaving behind a single stalk of porosity.

Winter falls on a herd of dirt. The paratrooper holds a cannonball pinned down. Since the postmortem spasm was far away, the corpse gave out a soft cannonball.

Mortar cannons are just cannons. There's a manual trigger. The boy rocked the cannon upside down. Rainwater pours into the porch. Then I put a cannonball in the cannonball. Shhh, a cool sound that slips. Grab the middle of the cannon with your hand, and the other hand grabs the trigger and crashes into the ground on the other side of the porch. Winter is aimed at the counterinsurgents. Pull the trigger on the trigger.

Boom!

Although there was no heavy artillery skill, it was a close call. The cannonball is properly inserted. However, it does not explode. It was too close.

The serious corners have collapsed. The bullets that hit the ground. The enemy shoots a gun, but it's still a threat. Winter comes. The cannonball is the target, not the man. A flash of explosion behind the cover. On the rocks, the guns that came out next to the trees sag.

The problem was then. Maybe it's the vibrations. The ground is moving, where the cannonball exploded. The slopes flow. The hidden hostiles panic and rush out.

There was a boy underneath.

"Oops."

I had to avoid the winter, but I couldn't turn my back on my enemies. Malice rains down even at this moment. There were six of them. They responded in a hurry. Tugu! The soldier in the chest falls. You're not dead, but buried in the ground you've been chasing.

Elliot's squad was desperate. The other enemies fall on the rope.

“Lieutenant! Stay away! ”

I can't tell who's screaming. I had no choice. An angry rock rolls fiercely. Winter bites its teeth hard. Evasion is too late. Instead, it leaps forward. The rolling edge of the rock, the moment it hit the end, felt like it was falling in love, but it was successful again. Barely. A third leap is like trying to jump on water. Nevertheless, we take one step.

That's the end. Rough flow grabs the ankle. Immediately buried to the bottom of the neck. My heart is crushed. Winter is winded. In the overwhelming senses, the virtual boundaries between reality and reality were cleared. Reach for the sky.

The sky was gone. It was darker than the night. The texture of the ground was up to my fingertips. My body won't move. There was dirt in my mouth. My eyes are burning. I can't breathe, and I can't make a sound.

My heart is racing like crazy.

‘I don't have a heart. ’

It was a pleasant mistake. All the senses were just the outcome of the situational calculations, and they were always hovering in the brain. This is rare when it fades.

Is this how it's gonna end?

Winter was obsessed with this moment, not caring about the imminent death, not thinking about what would happen next. Suffocation also helped me to clear my mind. Raises sync to its limit. The high synchronization rate was immediately high pain intensity.

WARNING (Control AI): Excessively high sensory synchronization in the current situation may cause mental illness. This AI recommends resetting the sync rate for < < Pain > >.

Don't tell me. I don't want to hear it. I was a boy again.

WARNING (Operation AI): Warnings for the global host's mental health cannot be changed. It is because the purpose of this control AI is to promote the well-being of post-insured people.

Yeah, so don't.

Warning (Control AI) :

I lost the voice that was ringing directly in my head. But it's too late. Winter has lost the rope of illusion.

Pow, pow. You hear the sound of digging.

Something sharp in the garage grabbed my back. A scream echoes through the cold soil. It felt small and frustrating, so far away. But it was closer than I felt. Starting near the marked hand, you lose weight on the ground. Soon, I feel rain and wind, from between my fingers to my elbows. For a moment, someone grabs the boy's hand and arm, pulling him hard.

I came out to the top half at once. Winter swept his face with one hand. Breathing barely resumed. A little dirt enters the airway, followed by a rough sari.

“Oh, my God! Are you all right, Lieutenant? ”

Winter gave me a nod. The user is relieved that the target is still invisible. I was praying to God. Someone wants to raise a boy officer. After he had said no, he washed himself with rain water. It didn't take long because it was so cold.

“Give me a hand. I'll put a bandage on it.”

Elliot said that winter only sees the wounds. Blood flows from the back of my left hand. It's a bone wound. You wiggle your fingers. There's no interference. Winter gives Eliot a hand. Elliot pulls the gauze and bandage out of the emergency kit on his waist. I dropped more because my actions were so urgent.

“I'm sorry. I tried to be careful, but I made a mistake in a rush. ”

A soldier gives an apple to the winter. I think he took the back of his hand with a shovel. He's still looking over his shoulder, wary of the direction the battle continues. Winter reassured him.

“You don't have to... apologize. Thank you for saving my life. ”

I can't stop talking. It was the breathing.

After the first aid, Winter inspects the equipment.

The field of view is normal even if the axis is slightly twisted. Holster's pistol is safe, and the rifle just won't hold. I don't see the laser sight attached to the accessory. There's dirt in the gun and cartridge. Get on your knees and disassemble quickly. Grab the heat from the silencer and swing it hard, dropping the dirt with inertia. Then you pour the barrel in. It was going to rust a lot later, but it was raining anyway, and it's important now.

The assembly was instantaneous. I reassembled the magazine and pulled the loading lever twice to ensure that the discharge was intact.

“Let's go. We're almost there. ”

“Lieutenant, you seem to be in a lot of pain. Don't want to take the rear? ”

“You don't have to worry. It's really nothing. ”

“But my face... ”

“It's not what Elliot thinks. Another reason.Very personal……. ”

Elliot is sad, but the commander is winter.

I have lost many troops over the years, and I am no longer able to outnumber the troops. The defensive line of Jeffrey's platoon and Elliot's squad led by winter pour their crucifixion.

The enemy is trapped in the booby-trap zone. I was driven by a blind command. The engineers carried a lot of explosives, given the fact that the dam was blown if the water gate could not be opened. It was all trapped.

Even in this favorable situation, casualties occurred.

Two men fall in succession in Elliot's squad.

“Fuck! I'm hit! I'm hit! ”

Screams are one. Find the enemy Winter just shot. After the last flash of fire, it was in the direction of darkness. Quiet. Replacing magazines? Winter calmly waited. The rain is so thick. It was a long way to capture the heat source from the night vision.

Tatattan! As soon as the gunfire spread, Winter corrected its aim. Grind eight feet with a grass auto. I couldn't confirm whether it was a hit or not.

‘Dead.’

The Battle Sense was positive.

“Upston! Upston! Damn it!”

Elliot grabs the body and groans. The other side is undergoing treatment for the injured. Squad firepower dropped rapidly. Winter shoots back at the enemy and examines the dead. The bullet crushes your nose and goes up. The bulletproof shell must have jammed the helmet. Out of the broken back of the head, there comes a brain that has gone haywire. Winter closed the eyes of the warrior.

The ground shakes. A powerful explosion from a distance behind. You see a fraction of the dust rising higher than the fraction.

What I couldn't hear because of the thunder, I was caught in my ears late.

[sobbing]

Sharp noises like scratching irons. Winter decreased the volume of the radio.

‘You took the bait. ’

The radio was full of interference, or Trickster's handset. The discord, which is changing from time to time, lasts for about a second, and then it snaps. The comms are down.

But it's strange not to die immediately. It was a trap stuffed with two sticks of plastic bombs. If you were close, you would have been torn to shreds as soon as it exploded. I have no time to give a damn.

‘No. He's sly. He might have been suspicious. ’

Instead of touching it, it was possible that another variant was advanced.

We have to be careful when we use the same bait again. The interference he emitted as he died will also contain information about the trap that killed him. I hope there are no other tricksters within range of the radio waves, but I'm not sure.

“Bastards! Kill them all! ”

Eliot's Furious Cry. The enemy fires a rifle towards the forest.

The prisoners are terrified. Previously, the one who was disoriented had pooped. Pants become plump.

“Stop! Hold your fire! Hostiles are retreating! ”

Winter has stopped the soldiers. The wounded soldier grits his teeth.

“Then we must go after him and kill him! ”

“No, more than that, we avoid it. Look over there. ”

Winter points to the darkness on the other side of the battlefield. Soldiers looking at the direction the boy officer was pointing, shifted shortly after. It's hard to distinguish it from the darkness, but if you look closely, there are numerous movements. Trickster's death was a mutant group that was spreading everywhere.

“Anybody got a flare? ”

“The grenade for the signal? I have three. ”

A grenade launcher steps out.

“Let me borrow it for a minute. ”

Winter has handed over his rifle. Load the red flare from the single shot grenade launcher attached below the gun heat. After setting up a projectile-only gauge, winter aims at where Captain Harris' troops retreat. Thung! The projected grenade flies clear.

Concerned about enemy fire, Winter waits for the first flare to go off, then switches sides and shoots the remaining two feet. I didn't have to aim properly. Winter returns the gun to the grenade shooter.

“Well written. ”

“ ……. ”

The soldiers seem to forget their anger at once.

“Lieutenant… this is, like……. ”

Elliot hesitates. He stutters. Winter did not intend to blame him. Even though I hated myself enough to kill myself, I could feel that humans shouldn't die like that.

“I think it's for what they did. It's not like he didn't want to surrender. ”

“…… Yes. ”

Corporal takes a long sigh to clear the air.

The enemy seems to have yet to realize the intent of winter. Do you think they knew about the mutant population in the first place? Captain Harris had trouble getting knocked down too soon, so Winter searched for a suitable target. Ghouls are excluded. They fire a single shot at one of the common variants.

Kyahhhhhh!

I shot him deliberately. The gunshot variant roars for a long time.

“Let's go back. ”

Winter led the squad. You try to lift the remains of the dead, but another soldier panics and snatches them away.

“Lieutenant, you're wounded! ”

“Injured? Oh, just this? ”

Blood still flows from the hand on the shovel. The bandages are red and the diluted blood in the rain is dripping. But it doesn't bother me to carry people around. Seeing the soldier's face, winter gave up persuasion.

Winter has now attempted to communicate with Jeffrey.

“David One, David One. David Actual at the moment. Can you hear me?”

[…….]

There was no noise on the channel, no answer. Shortly after, winter realizes its mistakes. It was after midnight. Changing frequencies and trying again, Jeffrey's voice comes in.

[David One at the moment! David Actual! No, Lieutenant! Are you okay?]

“I'm fine, but I've got a warrior and an injured man. ”

[…… that's true…….]

“Geoffrey, what about you? ”

[No one has died since you left, but they should be here soon. I lost my leg because of a cannonball....]

After a moment of silence, Jeffrey says again.

[Anyway, you saved my life sooner than I thought. I saw you attacking.]

“We'll talk about that later. We have a large mutant group approaching. I think we should call off the troops to the office. ”

You're not defending the perimeter?]

“Can you protect it? How much ammo you got left? There are quite a few variants. ”

[No, I don't have enough.]

“Then do as I say. There's no need to rush it. Captain Harris is fighting for you. I'll head west, follow the road. I'll try to communicate from 100 meters ahead again, so be careful not to misfire. ”

[Very well, come quickly.]

Winter has finished transmission.

The gunfire rages behind your back.

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# Publication Agreement

This novel is a publication agreement with ImageFrame Inc. It used to be called the Library Guide. It's been a while since I signed up, but I wasn't sure what other platforms were scheduled for, so I didn't tell you. I feel like I'm making you look forward to it.

Once published, there is no title change. When he read it, he thought the title was appropriate. Well, first impressions don't change. Anyway.

Other platform associations are referred to as the N-parent site. It's expected to open in about three to four weeks.

This may take some time for the manuscript to be modified. I'll try not to interfere with the softener, but I'm not sure I can.

It's not easier than I thought to edit an article I've already written. Haha.

It's going to come out in a paper book.

# About Reviews

Even if you ask them to write one more line at a time, the most incompetent writers don't write a single line at the time they write their reviews. This amount of time is meaningless...

Anyway, moving forward, I'm going to reduce Q&A. I'll just pick a few Plums. Today's review has already been longer, so we'll be omitting it.

It's time to go to sleep.