The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Survivors (14)

I can't hear a man scream. Are they biting already?

It was momentary doubt. It was also meaningful to the monstrosity caused by the mutants. After the hunt, they don't roar violently. What's the situation? Hiding among the bushes? Or did they lock the door to the cabin? Or maybe he climbed a tree. It was simple, but it was also in the Survival Manual. Infectious variants that are less delicate than Humans don't ride well on trees.

Of course, it applies to the common variant. The Ghoul is agile. In fact, a leap into its place was a threat around the Enhanced Mutation.

However, it was hard to imagine the chase. A Trained Soldier cannot compete with an infected monster. In this terrain. If you run up the ramp in a hurry, you won't be able to reach 100 meters. The mutation must be more than a human being slowing down in the downhill.

I still can't afford it. As long as I didn't know the situation, I had to assume the worst.

“Lieutenant! We'd better get in there! ”

Morales shouts low. The path he found was in the dry valley. It was dry season that only flowed in the rainy season. A path created naturally in the forest. There are villagers nearby, so the trails must be cleared as well, but there's not enough time to find them. Winter has turned the tide.

“Watch your flanks, two by one. Once we're up to the quartile. ”

It is less dangerous because the rear is only as fast as the rear. He also didn't have to look back unless he was willing to back off. At that time, winter was about to reverse and pierce the retreat. The difficulty of riding a horse downstream is high, but "horseback riding" at the end of the professional field is acceptable.

The choir of the plague has been heard from the side all the way up. The distance gets closer and further away, but the screamers don't seem to be moving. It's just a shift over here. Thanks to this, I have an approximate position. It was the lower ledge that went straight in the direction of the sound.

The fact that the position is fixed adds confidence to previous guesses.

The dense greenery distorts the streets, increasing the tension of the soldiers. Winter raises its hand to stop the fallout. Means we still have a chance to shoot at the branches that sway in the wind.

I climbed up the edge of the small shipyard and reached the dividing point just 100 meters. The boundary where the rainfall splits to the two sides of the mountain. There was a trail underneath the canal where the late spring sunlight broke. The path formed along the line of the highest point was also less breathable, making it suitable for mounted maneuvers in the mountains.

We're heading north. Winter set up an ambush point and deployed the maneuvers. Make sure the line crosses. Mutants do not care about concealment unless there are cunning individuals. Those who don't defend themselves in a critical way can't do much of what they do. New infections come first. However, given that there was a lot of blindness, it would have been better to shoot at each other sideways.

Winter, about 20 meters down the slopes, swings a heavy cold weapon. Kwauk, Kwauk, Kwauk. It leaves scars on several trees. It was a visual marker for soldiers.

“I attract enemies. They're coming in diagonally from over there. If they cross this line, they fall south. Remember that farm on the lake? If things go wrong, we'll join them there. ”

“Very well. Be careful. ”

There was a great danger to fight alone in the winter on the slopes of the forest. in that there is not enough margin to wield the weapon. You can easily succeed or fall into embarrassing situations. That's why I ambushed the crew. It was always just in case.

‘It's not like we need to retreat. ’

If it goes well, I can take care of it myself without consuming any ammunition.

“Let's go, Excel! ”

Insurance was prepared, no need to pay attention to noise anymore. If you hear the noise and the enemy disperses, thank you. Winter drove Excel zigzagging. On the terrain, it's faster than a foothold.

Deliberately yelling and approaching. The stench of rotting flesh draws near. You finally see the infected herd beyond the low bushes. And the terrified survivors from the trees.

Civilian? Why? ’

Of course, the winter, when I thought it would be the US military, was a bit embarrassed. The light plane you saw on the way over. Does it have something to do with this? Are civilians supposed to cross the blockade into the sky?

Knng!

You realize who they are by striking down one of the rushers. Not relevant. Clues to each throat. You're a war reporter, a little relieved. They were exposed during a coverage of a clear liberation operation. But where are the escort troops? There are only reporters.

They found all sorts of war heroes, all sorts of emotions on one face. Unbelief and surprise have turned into painful, distorted aspirations through the process of accepting unbelievable luck.

“Winter lieutenant! Winter lieutenant! ”

Screaming cheers. The rough spit glistens like morning dew.

Excel, who became accustomed to the variety's approach, turned in place. Intelligence to empower riders. Take that turn and winter twists your torso from your waist. A fierce cold weapon swept through 180 degrees. You take out five in a heartbeat and shoot them both. None of the five who rolled up the slopes were noble.

The last one caught was a lung crushed between thick steel and a tree. A bloody rib pierces through the flesh. Queek, queek. He coughed his last breath out, and he couldn't breathe.

“Ahhhh! Winter! Winter!”

Kneel down. Huff, huff. Blood spills out of my mouth. You then pull the weapon with a snap that pulls in winter. You fix it briefly, hold it with one hand, and push it like lightning with the other. It was like playing pool.

“Over here! Over here! Help me, please! Help me!”

On the right side, it was a blow to the neck. Three cervical vertebrae are crushed and crushed by a lumpy monster at the back of the neck. Two numbers to step on. The stench of your mouth crosses the gap. Winter twists her hand. I can feel the air resistance. A cold machine tearing through the air shattered the skull.

The last one in between is too close. Steel-resistant streets. Punch immediately. Rather than retrieving his fist, he spread it out, grabbed his head, smashed one eye with his thumb.

“Yes! Die! Die, motherfuckers! ”

…… is mentally ill. A journalist chanting in horrific hatred almost fell into a violent posture. I barely grab the branch and hang it. The appearance of mutants leaping towards the stretched legs. The shoes that were caught are peeled off. A man who can't climb back up just screaming to see if his stamina drops. At first, I hugged the branches, but they gradually loosened and eventually became hanging on by my fingertips.

“Come on, Gilbert! Come on! Come on! ”

The men's companions cry out.

Ha. I could have ended it here. Exhales, and winter throws him off the grasp. Accelerates immediately. Excel jumps between the mutants without hesitation. The nearest creature has run out of destructive steel. Quadruck, your shoulders are shrunk to a sharp height. The crushed lung, pulsating heart, was revealed outside. One of the lowered arms twitches faintly.

Enter with a rifle shot at a cluster of mutants. Only one magazine went in here.

“Let go of me! ”

I can't hear you. A journalist who doesn't even know his feet are empty and desperately hung up, just closes his eyes and screams, putting all his strength into his hands.

Winter stood on its saddles with horseback riding material derived from riding skills. It was still the imminent moment of mutants. Just a few seconds.

“Look at me! ”

The reporter can't hear anything. This was a normal person. He grabs the leg and struggles. A body that cannot overcome itself by its power. Winter came with both arms. A tall, bearded white man hugs the boy in his arms.

I'm glad there's no bite marks at all.

Excel hesitates due to sudden changes in weight, but winter shifts while minimizing the burden on horses. The man in the back of the seat doesn't know what he's doing, but he catches the winter. At the same time, I turned the hand holding the arm to my waist, whipping the iron rod with my remaining hand to suppress many of the close proximity. This pose is uncomfortable, so its power is insufficient. Most of the people rolling up the slopes stood up without much damage.

“Wake up! I won't eat it!”

The reporter who begged me not to eat while crying barely opened my eyes. However, what appeared before the situation was a group of rushing mutants. Eventually, the panic deepened and he hung in a mess. In the end, the winter, when the proper attack was difficult, the only way to turn was to take the riders.

“Hang in there a little longer! I'll be back!”

Winter, when you shout like that and speed up Excel. I was paralyzed by reason, and I heard many lamentations that were only desperate. A freak's multiple windows followed. Dozens remain excited for journalists and then tens more focused on winter.

Eventually, I ended up with insurance.

“Whoa, hose! Battle stations! Incoming at 2 o'clock! ”

Send a shorter radio. Even if I told you earlier, I had to tell you more times to avoid a misfire. The solo action ahead of the line was just as dangerous.

‘I wonder how much ammo I'm going to waste this time. ’

Captain Langford should be able to get some shut-eye from here.

But you can't let a civilian die.

Soldiers begin to appear visually. I warned you before, but for a moment there was a warning. Indicates that a dark warning was imminent to launch. Private McLean. He is the son of the rancher. He joined the maneuver, which is a priority for horse riding skills, but he is too tense due to lack of practical experience. I added "scattered ambushes."

“Stand by!”

Draw the target to the distance that gains accuracy.

“Stand by!”

The reporter who shouted again turned his back and looked behind him.

“Fire!”

Ta, ta, ta! Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

A pile of mutants enter the kill zone. Bones, flesh points, and pieces of wood splattered together. Crossfire between a pair of crosses draws maximum efficiency from optimal distance to minimal consumption.

Winter was no longer a melee after the shooting began. I can't drive Excel into a rainy bullet. Hold your rifle steady and fire at the soldiers who miss. The sobbing journalist hangs out, his eyes open. Winter gave up trying to calm him down.

Once again, the winter when I emptied the magazine, I raised my hand.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!"

The fierce chain of Triple Death faded intermittently.

No matter how mutant, running along the slopes was brief. During the winter chase, the slower ones turn to easy enemies for the soldiers. The result is the current landscape. Even though the maneuvers were under the compulsion to conserve ammunition, they managed to completely wipe out their enemies in a short while.

Shhh.

Those who did not die were also crippled. We didn't have to deal with it right away.

“Morales! Take care of him! ”

Winter handed the reporter over to Corporal. I had to grab her by the throat because I didn't deserve a place to catch her. The reporter who went from the horse lamp to the horse lamp grabbed the strong soldier tightly. The corporal gives me the creepy look.

“Is there more? ”

“Yes! Wait here! ”

We go back the way we came. Excel's breath was rough. Because I'm tired of climbing. Winter when you stroke the Black Horse's neck while running. Hang in there.

Journalists are still hanging by their shoulders to keep them afloat. One of them didn't even know he was mutating.

I swiftly wiped out the remaining hordes of winter.

The last one was a journalist who crashed in the process of mutation. Her skin color changes, and she can't stand up with her breath choked or her teeth slammed. Cut it down with steel and kill it.

However, there were five journalists who survived. More dead, though. Mutants who didn't make it to the high ground. Winter recovered their journalism and a few artifacts. It's going to be difficult to take the body.

“Hey, do you understand me? ”

A sobbing journalist looked up at the boy officer. I hear gunfire. It looks like it's killing off the last of the mutants. Winter, when a frightening journalist is asked to calm down.

“Just you? Where's the escort? ”

It's over a hundred kilometers from the blockade. It was hard to believe only civilians would come here.

The silent reporter pointed with his finger to see if his voice was not coming out.

Winter joined Morales to explore the secondary road between the peaks, based on reporters' testimony. Ride the reporters and the motorcade walks for two hours. Finally, what I found was traces of a splendid engagement. The maneuvers who witnessed Grumble's body were flawed.

A large corpse crumbles through the mouth. Torn American soldiers were scattered all over the place.

Following the skid marks, there were two overturned humvees, a fully decommissioned armored car, an engine destroyed transport truck, and two crushed vans. Humvees were loaded with heavy machine guns and high-speed grenades, respectively, but there were no bullets left either way.

The soldiers silently recovered the body. I took something I could use in the process. Radios, batteries, lanterns, shovels, etc. Reporters searched the van crying with their necks to see if their tear glands were dry. I gave him time to find supplies, food, and other essentials, but in the meantime, he was collecting filming equipment safely. It doesn't seem like a thoughtful act. It was embarrassing.

“Can I help you?”

Winter nods at Morales' question. The Humvee is simply erected when the three men are together. It was less damaged. Like a car running until the last moment, the fuel gauge was not on the floor. I don't think I'll be long, but the driver's seat door won't close, but it might be useful if I just start it.

“Do you think you can save her? ”

“I'll give it a try. You're better than you look. I wonder what would happen if you dragged parts from that car over there. ”

Private Wesley's words. Soldiers who were accustomed to the vehicles exchanged opinions among themselves. Many people have handed down simple maintenance to say it was American.

As they struggle, winter draws a wide circle with excel. Of course. Just in case, there's no sign of any American survivors.

‘Are there six civilians who cannot expect combat strength? ’

Hopefully we can get air support somehow. The thought of winter looked up at the sky. No matter what the circumstances, even civilians can try to communicate if they cross the sky above their heads. The signal to the private emergency channel must be intercepted. It was the best I could hope for at this point.

Alejandro in the driver's seat welcomed winter when he returned. The humvee has started.

The original reconnaissance mission was to cease here. After all, the rangers and winter troops were American soldiers. Protecting civilians came first, of course.

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# Q&A

Q. NNHUHGWYEGD: You know, the excessive protagonist of this novel, the fortuneless logic, is a big obstacle. The rapid improvement of the protagonist's people is clearly strange. It's a game, but do you want it?

A. You're probably talking about the horseback riding skills of soldiers. I don't want to describe it so abnormally either.

They are the best fighters in the whole squadron, and even if it's Morales, they have experience working on the ranch. The United States is also the largest livestock nation in the world, so it's not unusual for a handful of eighty people to ride a horse. which is not going to be that high.

Although I was able to infer it, it seems that I am not responsible enough to convey it.

Q. Denya: When I rush to read it, it comes over and says, "Heh heh; I don't know if you've mentioned it, but suddenly I'm thinking, what do you mean, Nick?" The back of the head is like that? The inverted writer!?

A. No. Tunguska is also the name of the Russian river and a designation for its basin. It is famous for its meteorite drop-off in the early 20th century. Also known as the Tunguska explosion.

Q. PlaneTr: Even with perfume... Is it a true story?

A. Limited to perfumes with high alcohol content.

Q. Gum Hyo Seong: (Strategy) Have you ever served in the U.S. military? I want to ask you because you've explained American culture well, and you seem to know the terminology, the acronyms, the American terminology. I was 91J.

A. Is that a 91J maintenance system?... and I'm not from the U.S. Army. I've never been to America. No, I never left Korea in the first place. It's sad.

Q. Juan: @ Where have you set up a country that has not yet been destroyed?

A. I've set a few, but there are more places I haven't set them up.

Q. Otter 7: As an @ hard-writing reader, you might be able to say this, but I think you've been focusing too much on the engagement part in the game lately. I think it's been a while since we've had parts on chat parts or winter alliances in camps, and I think it would be more fun if you could keep an eye on these parts and develop them in a more balanced fashion.

A. You're right. This is the part where I think a lot about using the Ossuary.

Chat, to be honest, is a really hard thing to do, because I keep hearing people say they're trying to eat money, they don't have a conscience, they think they're a thief, and I think they're going to get a neurotic.

Let's focus on that. Best regards,