The Little Prince in the Ossuary

End of April # 13

What the hell do they have in store for them?

A huge forest is actually a disadvantage to Trickster. Reason for decreased reach of radio waves. Therefore, some of the prepared traps will be a threat without direct control.

While various possibilities touched Winter Insights, satellite terminals picked up new signals.

“Major, I'm looking for David Actual on Golden Eagle. ”

Winter leans in at Morales' words. It's an unfamiliar call sign.

“Golden Eagle? ”

“Eh……. Could you wait a moment? … Carl Vinson, Carl Vinson. It's an antihelmet. I heard you had something to tell me about further support. ”

I was contacted shortly after the battle. Perhaps Marigold, or above that, has been engaged by an unmanned aerial vehicle in the air. It wouldn't just be winter. Given the importance of Operation Preventive Scalping, there is a possibility that all reports will reach the White House in real time. For example, when the mission Neptune Sphere, or Bin Laden in Pakistan, was shot, the President of the United States, along with his chiefs, watched the battle in real time.

Was it too dangerous?

It was not a fatal attack for the parties to winter, but it would have been much different from watching. There were only five of them, and they were surrounded by hundreds of individuals with special variants. The mission troops participating in this operation are being consumed at a frightening rate. Although he rescued that many numbers, the loss of elite troops that could not be recovered in a short period of time was a different matter. Strengthening unsolicited support could be understood in that context.

‘It's great just to have a squadron of assault helicopters attached to five people……. ’

Anyway, you don't have to give it away.

I received a communication that the escorts were ready to launch cruise missiles (Tomahawks) on time for entry. Are you saying you want to take on the possibility of an explosion? Due to the presumed size of the ambushed variants? It was a brief winter of worrying, but subsequent notices raised concerns.

“Golden Eagle, what kind of special purpose ammunition exactly? ”

[Chaff warheads and graphite filaments. Withhold Trickster's communication in all ranges except David's route, and other abilities will also be degraded.]

Chaff was a means of scattering radio waves by spraying aluminum thin films. That means that no matter how many people are hiding in the forest, they won't be able to receive Trickster's signal. In addition, Trickster, whose primary field of view, would be as blind as Chaff's influence. It's hard to calculate the darkness of the forest with your bare eyes.

Filament warheads are strange. He intended to sprinkle graphite fibers such as spider silk and let Trickster wrap around his body wherever he went. This makes it difficult to use bioelectric energy as an attack. An arm that swings like a whip. Morales, who was listening next to me, was stunned.

“Six Tomahawks……. I appreciate it, but if you give us half of it, we'll fight for our lives. Damn, $10 million ain't worth a lifetime's work. ”

The other crew nods in agreement. Shooting a portable anti-tank missile (Jabline) and saying, "Hey, there goes $200,000!” A joke like those who shout.

The American government feels corrupted too. You must be worried about the budget, too, but you spend an expensive weapons system generously. Humanity is in a state of disrespect and a crisis that no one will hesitate to write and use it. The lives that this operation will save are worth more than that.

After the transmission, winter waits for dawn without the moon.

The constellation flowed with time. An intermittent night of horror and screaming is shaken by an unprecedented sound. Noise maker on. It meant an assault helicopter squadron was approaching.

The noise of the jet engine was then mixed. You can see the approaching light spots from the west sky. Pow, pow. Six missiles broke simultaneously under the starry sky. A vast scattering of faint white fibers, scattered like fountains of silver from a multitude of balloons suspended by a small parachute in the wind. The proximal 2 tons of aluminum powder will be continuously applied for a defined amount of time.

Human wisdom in response to mutations.

“Let's go. I'm helping you like this. Let's end the hunt with this chance." ”

The mine exploded just before departure. Thousands of tiny beads swept through the front of the shockwave. The plagues that were everywhere scream horribly. Alejandro pours a lot of grenade launchers on top of it. I couldn't leave any ammo behind.

Winter turned the tide to the side.

“Bypass. They'll try to fill the void. ”

The first breeze gives off a deep stench. Movements to block the breach in the perimeter. However, it will reduce the density of the surroundings. The half-circle of moving winter raises its hand. Beyond the shrouded thickets, a group of roaring mutants gather. Fairly large

Maybe there's a hound out there.

You don't have to shoot all those people. If you kill ghouls and hounds, the Trickster's power alone will make you less delicate. On the one hand, we should leave enough behind to chase them with confidence. To allow the cunning to enter the kill zone in the end.

Ghouls are pale from afar, but the problem is hounds and stalkers are less common variants than appearance. It's mixed up in many from afar, so it's hard to tell if you can smell it. What do I do? Winter suddenly looks at the direction the wind is blowing.

Dook dook!

An instant gunshot. Birds that soar on the edge of the fierce night die instantly. Since it was three shots, less blood and feathers are scattered. As soon as the wind spreads its scent, some of the mutants immediately deflect. Of course. Winter aims at the temptation, pulling the trigger seven times in one breath. Finally, place one foot in the gull's eye. The gray corpse's head snapped open.

“Now run! ”

Hooah! You don't have to keep your voice down in the echo of a noise maker. Five mounted men running backwards, losing all their guides and staggering in all directions. Catches a subtle deviation from where the survivor will be. You must be the center of the trap.

You'll have to be locked up. Scheduled time, Scheduled location. Until then, we'll spread out and play hide-and-seek without getting caught.

Queeeeeeeek!

Monsters have been lurking everywhere. However, it is not systematic. As winter swept through the front, boom, boom! The heavy firing chain tightens the ribcage. An automatic shotgun (AA12) carried by the crew as an armed escort. The very weapon Joanna once carried onto the passenger ship. Thirty-two fully automatic shotguns are near catastrophe in close combat. The near-sighted mutants were torn apart. If it hits the knee, the joint will be crushed, and if it hits the abdomen, it will rupture to the viscera.

Above?

A warning so intense that the whole body goes numb. As winter lifted rapidly, from the top of the tabernacle of the front water pipe, plentiful branches and opaque leaves, the little bodies fell like ripe fruits.

“Ugh! What the hell is that?! ”

I can't tell who's screaming. One of the pills almost fell.

Queek, queek! Aah! Aah!

The remains of those who fall crying and die, were the babies with yellow pustules and poop plague. Somewhere different from what I've seen before. Strong acidic bodily fluids explode every hundred million blows by falling tens of meters. With every spread, the ground burns and the jagged smoke rises. A dull, wet fall follows a line.

Winter frowns slightly.

This is it. Given the circumstances, I thought there'd be fewer numbers, but this is what I was after.

A stalled maneuver in a situation that requires a return to a fallen tree. While the maneuvers were shooting in droves from the rear, winter bombs were thrown in succession. Four explosions that spike fiercely, striking a high continuous, opaque tube in front of you. Every time it explodes, the young monsters scream at the handset. It rained an unprecedented amount of acidic rain down below.

The density is not that high. However, given the area, it was a number that could not be ignored.

An ambush with just a lot of numbers would be better.

Reload! I'm reloading. Call for cover. However, almost simultaneously, the soldiers emptied the magazine will have a firewall. The plague is getting closer as the shooting continues. The dizzy hands hold time. It's too late to grab the high wire. I poured the speaker into the overturned view of winter lying on the horse. Huff! The medicine cabin is empty. Half breath before reloading. There were 17 holes in the head in the next 10 seconds.

“To the front!”

Winter is ahead and moving fast. One detrimental rain passes through the land, running along the fading path of the canal. Switching and slowing down naturally. This would also be the path by which cunning variants were predicted. We needed grenades from time to time to escape. Then it is blocked several times by a fallen tree.

“Eil! Grenade! ”

Alejandro aims the grenade launcher diagonally at short commands and gestures. There is artificial rain pouring down on the neurogenic speech. The bodies that were rushing down there melt. However, one who avoids the debris falls towards the human being. An infant on the verge of exploding, the winter when he catches and throws his short leg. The target Ghoul lowered his body in an agile manner, and the three common variants who stayed behind overturned the death of the liquid that was rupturing in the air. Aaaaaaah! Among the infected cries, it was a particularly horrific dissonance.

Two-two-two-two-two!

It's not safe to have a branch because it's a rough spot. The flesh on the pilgrimage of hundreds of years ago, the filthy fruits, are pierced by sophisticated shooting. The quick-teased bird's juice was an explosion that killed the grass.

“Check the grenade count! ”

Reports following the screams of winter. Five, four, five, seven. The explosives in the saddle bag are already revealing the floor. Alejandro, the grenade shooter, can't even fill his magazine.

At this point, the path was eight characters long. Running like a track is already a pioneer. It takes time. Until he joins the attack helicopter squadron.

A huge shadow rises among the myriad of giants ahead. 50 meters. When not disturbed by the wind, it is within the range that Grumble's sense of smell senses man.

“Get down!”

Soldiers reflexively lowering in the winter's cry for a single word. There's a steel shaft up there.

You can see the acidic variants climbing up Grumble's bridge. Over your shoulders, over your thick arms, and "loaded" by yourself. It was a synergy of casting patterns and acidic variants.

However, it is absurd.

Two, two, three!

Another winter's shooting in a heartbeat. Not only the one who was caught as a projectile, but the one on the opposite shoulder, the pustules of those who climbed up the bridge, burst out in succession. A large variety soaked in acidic body fluids gave rise to a grotesque sensation. It was winter already aimed at the sniper rifle at that moment, but the surprise bombs had to be dropped first. Ta-ang! A pair of tiny heads disappears compared to a large torso. I don't have a head, so the timing of the explosion is wrong. The bodies slowly expand after being thrown out by the impact of an armored bomb.

Rrrrgh!

The beast chases after the roar at full speed. Hitting all kinds of trees, crushing all the other obstacles. Half my body was tingling. Winter throws a TNT bar (bomb) with a remote priest. If he's healthy, he's got a problem with the cover, and now he's likely to work.

Tap. The forest flashes as you press the switch. The giant who lost his center is in a commotion. The user rolls at the same speed and falls into the ditch. Even if I didn't die, I could spare some time.

The density of the variants has increased to make sure you know how to run on a set path. When winter finally sees the clock, you turn the rider to the point where you can join the helicopter fleet. Winter encourages the crew.

“Hang in there! It'll be quick!”

“Hey! Isn't that Trickster?! ”

The screaming Schulz scratches the speaker at 10 o'clock. A deformed silhouette swoops by. The thread seemed strange, clumped together.

Soon after, the open sky approached. I think Trickster was also planning to push the cavalry into the open air. Humans trying to avoid the acid rain have no choice but to find a place without trees. Another ambush will be set in a hidden distance.

‘If you create a favorable situation, you will be greedy to infect me. ’

There is no better host than winter. Observing the past endings, the bodies of the winter that were inevitably killed by the infection, were often more powerful monsters.

Standing under the open sky, he pulls a flare gun from his saddle and shoots it towards the center of the dawn. Invisible infrared illumination was a sign that it arrived as scheduled. This is a promise we have to make if the helicopter shows up one step ahead.

“I'm hanging in there! 30 seconds ahead!”

The screams of winter bring the troops to all sides.

“Fuck! That's a lot of shit! Frag out!"

Morales throws out every grenade left. Dozens of shadows fall, and more than from the other side of the darkness. The process of quickly thickening a loose siege when dispersed. The behavior that did not leap out immediately was as clever as a pack of wolves circling around the prey. Instead of consuming it with an axle input, it seems to be aimed at the same time when there is no possibility of failure.

Survivors in remote locations will already be out of interest. We'll just have to go after him later and kill him.

At last, the waves of varieties flooded.

There is a strong wind that is different from what it has been until now.

Four attack helicopters appeared in a small clearing area in the dense forest, less than 100 meters wide. The stopflights in the Apache squadron were low enough to be seen by the pilots seated on the throne. There hasn't been a low-flying flight like this since Trickster's advent. The flood of plague stops. It was a confusion of cunning mutants.

[David Actual. Good work. Hammer Paul will engage from now on. You might get splintered, so try to lower your stance. You can just let go and watch.]

The crew, who heard the radio, trembled with extreme tension, gasping for air, but unhappy. You guys, you're such a smart-ass. Winter warned us about the radio.

“Hammer Paul! Beware of Grumble! He's throwing acid at the mutants! ”

[Acidic……? I'm in. I'll crush it before I do.]

Immediately, no conversation became possible. Because a high-explosive shooting from a helicopter squadron wiped out everything else. Winter lies with Excel, and the crew lies down on their knees. An explosion comparable to a grenade flashes 40 times per second.

The strangest thing in the meantime. Grumble. Two helicopters fire almost simultaneously at the same time toward the deforesting forest and the beast protruding from the wrecked side. Overfirepower through a 140-centimeter steel plate simply destroys beta grade physical resistance.

Trickster pops out from behind you. Looks like Grumble is approaching with a shield. It seems that the dense tree is considered to be an obstacle to suicide bombing. A torpedo line explodes through your arms and legs, but a monster explodes into an unspeakable shock wave.

The helicopter squadron staggers for a moment. Shots fired, altitude about a meter away.

It's just that.

Assault helicopters, each with a forced discharge system, were normalized in seconds. These were experiments determined and sent by Marigold.

[How long did you think it would last? You idiots.]

Another shock wave shakes the hammer pole squadron. Another Trickster explosion. The results do not vary. Rocket saturation spills out toward the scattered mutants. Four helicopters carrying 300 rockets. The blast line burrows deep into the forest. Alejandro shouts in silence.

‘There's still a Trickster left. ’

Winter read the movements of the mutants. If the head is completely gone, it is normal to run without caring about the massacre. I'm confused now, but I'm falling back somehow. Movement doesn't mean revenge. Except for the silent one.

The endless saturation subsided.

[Support Mission terminated. David Actual, Hammer Paul is out. Fight.]

“Hammer Paul, thank you for your great support. ”

The winter that I avenged went straight into pursuit.

It seems that the surviving Trickster is not normal, there is a disturbance in the noise of handsets across all channels. Following the direction in which the signal became stronger, we found a special variant that was boosted by a small group in front of Sequoia, the recipient in 1300. The winter that killed the straight-running mutants asks the crew:

“Does anyone want to kill that thing? ”

Alejandro is among those who exchanged eyes with each other.

“May I? ”

“Of course.”

A Latin soldier aligns his aim line towards the disabled Trickster.

“I've always wanted to try this line. Yipeekiyay, motherfucker. ”

Towards the creature that sighs for the rest of its life, the soldier empties out a single magazine.

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