The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Survivors (10)

At first, I thought about going in alone in winter. to simultaneously minimize the likelihood of ammunition consumption and troop loss. However, the size of the enemy, as well as the number, identity, and status of the survivors, is unknown. It seemed that short-term horses had no choice but to lose their ability to respond to various situations.

‘With a commotion like this, there's no ambush. ’

I only looked from a distance around the outskirts, but there was no sign of the plague until yesterday.

Those who were involved in the metabolism suppression must have been drawn out by the commotion. A large city should be wary of systematic attacks caused by augmented variants, but this is only a town with a few thousand residents. It was just a sporadic attack, even if it was attacked suddenly.

When in trouble, I try to escape with speed. Even if you go deepest, you can get out of the city in as little as three blocks.

In the absence of light, soldiers with night vision are superior to mutants.

The only bridge from the south into the city branch was covered with trees from several meters across. Winter decided to just pick a few vegetation spots and go down the mountain. Then, the width of the waterway was only up to 10 meters, and it had not rained recently, so it was not deep. Flow rate is also slow.

Five men crossed the water. The wave breaks just below the stirrups. The gushing drops of water drenched the boots. The winter in the lead hurled a barren vegetation along the water.

When you enter the town via the road to the west of the apartment complex downstairs, a coyote flees in a frenzy. The disturbance caused by the mutants was still to the north.

Cross the meadow between houses. Several times I had to break the fence. The crew's horseback riding technique hasn't crossed the line yet. I entered such a small baseball field. It was part of the school grounds. On the calibration side of the remnants of a long past storm, three mutants, who have not yet found this way, snap their heads.

Gaaaak, 52909;, 52909;!

You hear the fence crack, and you feel like they've left the herd. This group is more likely to have Ghouls than Scouts.

Winter has extended its distance with a few gestures. Approach mutants at lightweight speed. Starlight is hard to see here. Frisian black horses were melted into the dark, and winter dresses were different from common American troops. It's still Orca Black's black tactical suit. The iron rod squeezes its back to minimize reflection.

‘I should have handled the non-reflexes.... ’

I couldn't reach it. It would have been enough to mix in the untouched areas, oil and ash. It's a shame it's late, but I don't think there's a problem right now.

Gray monsters crouching in the hooves as they get closer. However, he leaned in against the shade of the corner of the building, so he couldn't find it even as far as an attack was possible. The winter was like a beast in camouflage. Stretches and contracts muscles throughout the body.

Ambush. Heavy hit. A piece of bone splattered out, a broken skull torn from the flesh. The mutation did not scream and the brain was destroyed. The blunt force that tore the wind was faster than the speed at which a bribe was sprayed. The remaining two mutants were crushed before turning their heads.

In the last case, I slapped him with a crooked neck. The broken cervical bones fall off the ledge. Bang. Separated head rolls heavy. Tick-took. Tick-took. The guy who finally found the reserve host tried to scream, rolling his eyes. Even when I see my body kneeling without my head, I don't know what that means. When there is no sound, it crashes its teeth nervously. Da-da-da-da! But it slows down quickly, too. It was the death of a severed head with oxygen and blood flow.

“We got it. We're back together. ”

Winter's radio brings the cavalry closer. Soldiers throwing disgusting glances at the gray body that writhes its limbs without accepting death.

Wireless was impressive. There didn't seem to be any tricksters.

‘The Silent One' ……. It can't be true. ’

The brief concern was a special trickster in the role of preserving information, without intervening in combat. But without other tricksters, the role is meaningless.

Through a lonely playground swayed by empty swings, we head for discord among the residential streets.

The sound of a broken window. At last, I hear a human voice, perhaps because the distance is getting closer. It was a despair that was mixed with harsh profanity, though it was not well distinguished from the plague. I am speaking English Gabe, damn it! The winter hearing this strongly pushed Excel.

“Run! Highest speed! ”

Run left with obstacle. Since the wind was westerly, I could tell if there were any variants by the smell that was being carried. Prevents surprise and breaks through fences again.

The garden was a spacious house. A large house surrounded by mutants close to the bag. The calibrated hearing caught even the struggle inside the house. It was a close encounter without a gunshot.

A swarming horde of plagues at the beginning of the maneuver. There are a lot of numbers to hit immediately.

“McLean! Mason! Eleven o'clock, grenade launcher! ”

The gaps that appear as some of the group fall apart are a great opportunity to burst debris. Overcrowded means stuck in the trunk and some die, but not now.

Winter also pulled the safety pin. We received redistribution, but even in winter, we only had two grenades. A fiercely thrown grenade flies away. I was confident of exploding overhead, so I didn't mind the density of the plague. Target is inside the collapsing fence. I was aiming for a large group of mutants.

Boom! Boom!

Three explosions of debris tear the rotting bodies apart. The stench of the beginnings and corrupted blood howls to a distance. The horses who adapted to shooting for a few days were surprised. The cavalry tried to calm him down. There were soldiers who barely escaped the camel, crying violently with their feet raised.

There are bloody corpses lying around near the waterfall. Outside the rare circles painted with corpses, immortals glow.

Winter assessed the direction in which to strike. You must have heard this from the inside, and you must have realized that salvation is coming. I will not lay down my life in terror.

“Morales! Take command! Keep your distance and fire! Shoot those who go up to the roof first! When you've used up all your ammo, just back off and take care of the ones who are approaching! ”

“Yes sir! ”

Excel plunges the earth and pushes the world back. A running hoof tramples the edges of the explosion, crushing the fallen aumaulians. Plagues that will make you suffer from heavy galloping.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

The gunfire of the volunteers sounds like a triple pointed spear. A beam of blazing blaze flies overhead. Mutants trying to enter the second-floor window from the roof stumble together. The shooting was not a high accuracy, but it was okay to just roll over and lose your center because of the rainy bullets. At least you get a flesh wound.

The number of winters overwhelms four men. With a body temperature of 30 kilometers per hour, all the variants in the range were hit while maintaining this speed. A strike that focuses more on disabling than killing. However, the mass was lethal everywhere it hit.

Cuckoo.

Unlike the usual variants that leave everything open, a clever one defends against an attack with two arms overlapped. Thanks to you, the broken arm burrowed through your torso. Broken ribs squeeze lungs. Heave, heave, other mutants trample on the breathless one. It was a chase to chase the winter rush.

If it was in good condition, he might have caught up with the horse on a short sprint. However, the host of the plague surpasses the human in stamina and endurance. However, the horseman's wounds run through their feet. Dead or injured variants were obstacles. The human foot couldn't be like the hoof of a horse wearing a steel horseshoe.

By the time I turned around, winter when I found a ghoul in the back, I changed my hand with a rod and immediately pulled out my pistol.

Bang!

A shell pops out. Ghoul's eyeballs are crushed like liquid. Only after you put the pistol in the holster and restored its original posture, did the corpse of Ghoul collapse.

Winter, when the more disordered variants pierced in a straight line once more, twisted the horse's head into the front of the house. You hear the struggle still coming from the broken porch. You see a variety that does not climb the full staircase and is neurologically loitering underneath. These were not interested in the outside yet.

Yippee, yippee! The junior horse responded to the rider's battle. Charge into the room. Lower your body to pass through the rapidly expanding portico. A corridor full of people is cramped for the cavalry. I straightened out the iron rod that winter had pulled. Bang! The reversing mutant's forehead sinks.

Winter broke the tall rail on the diagonal side of the stairwell. The ankles that were over there are broken together, and the monsters on the stairs collapse. Many fell over the railing. Winter has already passed. It kills things that come with a series of attacks against narrow frontages and pushes the staircase into a large area next to the living room.

Ta, ta, ta!

When a plague cluster is in massive numbers, it is no longer a gunshot that echoes. It's more chaotic indoors. Winter's combat strength was at its peak as it moved out of the narrow corridors.

The mutants on the landing rush down. However, it is the bodies that tremble everywhere, so they fall and roll down. Winter, when the jumper slaps his waist and folds to the side, climbs the stairs, riding on horseback. Killing those who do harm to Excel quickly.

Among the mutants that killed him, there were three infected Americans.

The suits were dirty and torn and bloody, but they were even wearing bulletproof helmets. If you look at the rotten skin, it's probably infected here today.

Kwung, Kwung!

I reached the height of the coarse swearing speech that burst out. Mutants fill the hallway on the second floor and are austere. Survivors will be beyond the gates, pushed by mutants. The door is already hinged, so there is actually a struggle between man and the plague. Rooms are wider than hallways. It was a way to endure the weight that was overlapped on the human side.

The winter that has just come down from the saddle has slaughtered all the unnecessary variants unilaterally. Several corpses smash the handrails and fall. The narrow space was more disadvantageous to the plague than winter. Because it's hard to save the violence of scale.

Qadang. After taking out the ones at the gate, survivors spill out of the gate due to their desperate force. Those are dirty Americans. I'm afraid I'm too late to figure it out. I screamed because I thought the door was down, or pulled the trigger, pointing a gun at winter.

Of course, it wasn't fired. There were no warnings about Survival and Combat Senses. Trigger is retracted, revealing an open weakness.

‘The gun with no ammunition in the first place.... ’

They weren't the ones who had been going through high school for a day or two.

“Calm down! We're here to rescue you! ”

I don't want to waste my time. There was still a battle going on outside. Shootings that cross walls intermittently. He's trying hard to save ammunition.

A Private stands staggering and gazes up dazed on the road.

“Ha, Lieutenant Han? Uh, Lieutenant...? Really?"

I was slow to recognize because my outfit was different. The fading lantern glows in winter.

“Has anyone been bit? ”

Soldiers are tired of asking this question. There were two faces that became discouraged. And I have a much worse look than that.

Ugh! Ugh!

If anything, it is the moment of the final mutation. Frowned winter immediately pierced the iron rod. Hang the gastric fluid from your mouth and push it against the wall. Bang! My back is against the wall. Face with eyes rolled up. The blunt veins and convulsions show the pain as it is.

Winter grabs the weapon and lifts it momentarily.

Win.

As the neck falls, the trembling body sags. Broken frontal teeth spill down with a thick needle.

The mark of the deceased's battalion was the first I had seen in winter. Blue sentences on a red background. It resembles an iron bridge on a river.

Winter, when the weapon was recovered, draws a pistol and asks the remaining two infected.

“If I had a will, I would listen. ”

However, the two of them were only allowed to weep from their throats. You can't even shoot straight, so it's likely to adversely affect the rest of you.

“Who is the best man here? ”

“It's me. Sir."

The person who raised his hand was a sergeant class. The spelling on the label is OSBORNE.

As a U.S. Army sergeant, you're good, not to mention hands-on. That's probably why he looks fine. Winter, when he confirmed that he was not mad, handed him the pistol. Tell him on ice.

“Take a note from these two and do what needs to be done if it gets dangerous. I'll clean up outside and come back. ”

Sergeant Osborne shakes his shoulder when asked to do what needs to be done.

Winter would have done it himself if I had the time.

I couldn't give up my sword to save ammunition.

By the time the rest of the mutants were taken out of the building, a radio came in from Baker squadron that had reached the Reyes Station's perimeter, and two shots were heard indoors.

Artwork Reviews

# Signed North Shipping

I was originally going to send 10 books at once, but it seems to be taking too long to wait for those who have already applied, so I would like to ship 8 books first.

I don't mind taking my time, but I think I'll be at the post office on Friday at the latest.

I would like to arrive next Monday to Tuesday.

# E-Books

Six e-books are said to come out in the first week of May. The editor says that she's adjusting to two volumes ahead of the e-book.

So the more I squeeze myself, the faster I get out...

Uh, no, no.

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# Q&A

Q. Blue Crystal: @ am I being cruel?? Unlike Yeon Jae, which part of the book did you delete? I just wanted to compare it to, like, 20 bucks or something, but I can't find what it was for.

A. I'm not being cruel, I'm being subjected to pornography. I was first told about the cruelty, but later I heard it was okay not to fix it.

The scene of the problem is in 24. Before trading the body of winter, you check the merchandise.

Q. Karphis: I want a @ paper... signed book..... Do you want to blame the frontal lobe for not being able to read? Can I get it if I go to Le Rue?

A. The gate to Le Rue was recently moved to Copper City, Gyeonggi-do. Haha.

There are a lot of people who really need a signature on their ramen stand, so I'm thinking of opening something similar later.

Q. Pig: @ You don't have to answer this! I can only tell you the schedule for publishing six e-books. By the way, I only trust you. I laughed a lot. I told the groom that the groom laughed together because he was cute. ㅋ ㅋ Thank you always for the good writing. I'm always happy reading!

A. The more legs you have, the cuter you are. I heard that people who saw K'Tulu are losing their minds. Maybe it's because it's too cute.

I'm so glad my article was a pleasure to both of you. We will continue to do our best.:)