The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Valley of Death (8)

The night in the mountains cools quickly. Despite the constant spraying of hot steam towards the dry valley, Maybe it's what caused the local hypotension. The thunderbolt that struck the dry ground continued until midnight.

As temperatures dropped below 30 degrees, an army of sick dead finally emerged.

Army. It was an army. An unprecedented organizational power and a full-scale aggression that has never been seen before. But what was most intimidating was neither the organization nor the scale.

Food acquisition

“Dammit! It's gone again! ”

The humvee engines are seeding. The driver breaks the starter lever to the left of the handle nervously. The indicator of the battery bolt on the instrument board swings unstable. Vehicles that were hit multiple times by electromagnetic shock waves (EMPs) did not recover easily. The winter echoes in a tumultuous heavy machine gun fire.

“Landing! Landing battle! Focus on defending the vehicle! Comms, follow me! ”

As soon as I opened the door and came down, shells poured down from the roof. Even though the night vision machine gun tasted good, the heavy machine gun itself was fine. Variants in body armor shattered at the edge of the oblique line. The severed limb splits open.

The outside air was no different from the inside of the car. The air conditioning hasn't been working properly since the battle began. That's why the soldiers are soaking wet. The air conditioning and EMP resistant equipment were endless and could not handle the blasting shocks. I don't know what time it is.

‘How the hell……. ’

I blew the heads off of the mutants, but winter was deeply embarrassed. Trickster's population has decreased severely. I couldn't do this kind of suicide bombing. I thought I was prepared for all possibilities, but the mutants didn't dig underground tunnels or save hundreds of thousands in body armor.

Is there a reinforced species that emits shockwaves without self-destruct?

No, it can't be. It was a sharp reinforcement. If the organ rupture was originally caused by an overload, it must have been under the conditions of shock wave. Even organ regeneration will require a recovery period.

Among the frenzied waves of sensory corrections, winter soon found the answer.

“Gunner! Private River! Enemy Trickster at 11 o'clock! Hurry up!"

I shouted urgently, but with a snap, the heavy machine gun's aim is retracted.

“Hey! Ammo! ”

Private Kang shouts in the back seat. The sicario pushes the barrel.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

The winter rifle flashes with a sharp speech. But it's useless against the target. It was the body of the dead Trickster that made the Enhanced Trickster its shield. He was clearly out of ammo for the heavy machine gun this way, as he was highly intelligent.

‘Too late.'

Winter throws a fierce grenade, but as soon as it hits the ground, a common variant covers its body. Bang! The corrupt body jumps up and down.

Meanwhile, Trickster's dead body expands with a faint discharge. Phew! At the same time as the explosion, an invisible shock wave swept through the naked hillside. All the trees were cut down, so there was no cover for the mutants to hide from, but there were no obstacles to obstructing the shock wave spread.

Just as winter did to escape the Peaquad, the Tricksters of this valley overload their dead comrades and use them as shockwave bombs.

The cunning reinforcement species, which had put their hands on the corpse, quickly retreated, pulling multiple shotguns into the body, covered in blood and flesh points. Like being buried in the waves, it disappears among once-in-a-military mutants. Those in body armor carry the car door as a shield.

How many cunning corpses have they carried in their lifetime?

There must have been a lot of bodies that haven't been recovered recently. Hunting and bombing. Air bombs don't necessarily go off, so there must have been a lot of people who died of bleeding or died of death.

Unlike common variants, the corpses of enhanced species that overcome immunorejection do not rot well. Vampiric mosquitoes die of toxicity, the eggs of flies die, and the germs do not reproduce actively. After all, it was dirty, but it lasted longer than a normal corpse.

“Cannon! Cannon! Can you hear me?! ”

Winter shouted at the radio, but the answer was silent. This radio may be intact, but it's not a mortar camp. The flare should go off. Few night-vision scopes still function. Soldiers rely on the night snow to shoot. Engineers have limited use of evil to recover the spotlight.

This is also why they abandoned the Situation Room. It was half blind. Wired communication leading to each serious event is alive, but the battlefield surveillance system placenta is useless. What can I do? I'm not in command of any brigade right now, and the commander is better off on the ground. It's good for your senses.

Fortunately, I knew what I needed in Cannon.

Hwaak

In the air over the heads of the mutants, a total of several flares of light, millions of candles, exploded all at once. Tips to hide this side and reveal the enemy. In the sunny mountains, winter found a new threat. He frowns and looks back. Thunderbolt! A lightning bolt struck.

“Hey! Is there anyone alive on the radio?! ”

A nervous soldier steps out of the hands of the winter.

“Do you miss it?”

“No, run to the cannon and give it to me! ”

“I understand!”

The instructed private leaps forward to the position of the mortars. You fall too quickly and miss your gun, but get up quickly and run like crazy.

“Bullet shooters! Bullet shooters! Enemy fire at 20 meters back! Aerial detonation! ”

The Humvees in the high-speed grenade launchers changed their target points in the screams of the sprinting winter. The ballistics drawing a smooth curve were enough to target the enemy's back.

What winter found was a land dug with zigzags.

As I thought before, I lack the ability to sell caves to monsters. The Pokémon cannot be large because it is low level and cannot be used in an attack. But it wasn't a trench. If you dig at the ground as you bend diagonally, you will not be able to attack with a rectifier. It seems to ignore the damage caused by landmines.

The aerial explosion was a special grenade that exploded in the air and sprayed debris downward. The gunmen who replaced the barrels pressed the firing trigger together. Low altitude night flashes in a row. The downpour of steel splinters dramatically decreases the soil that was thrown out of the trench.

Filling the gap in the oil was a winter's aim. As fast as a speaker, it was a combat force that outpaced the dizzying communal weapons at the point of killing enemies exactly as much as the ammunition it consumed.

A continuous flare of light ignited the sky. We still have a lot of ammo in stock.

“Two o'clock! Open fire! ”

The commander of the heavy artillery squadron was doing his job. A group of accidentally clumped together is smashed to pieces by a single cannonball fired directly. Winter emptied the magazine throughout the run to check the deployment and combat status of the soldiers. Winter finally reached the landline and picked up the phone.

Tech team, status report. ”

Then the engineering platoon commander assigned to the mission came back with a reply.

[Control board is fried! Repair is possible but there aren't many redundant circuits! Every time an EMP explodes, you'll soon run out of replacement! How long do you think it will last?! Ending soon?!]

Unavoidably exposed antennas are difficult to protect from shock waves.

Tatattan! Winter shoots with the receiver tucked between your ears and shoulders. Three ghouls approaching with their car doors slammed and fell dead. Half of the projectiles are fired and dug between the two doors and smashed into the face underneath the dirty helmet.

“I can't be sure when it's over! Just leave the beacon and repair the laser sack! ”

[Understood!]

The laser stopped working, but the power was on. Civilian engineers perspired to enhance the power plant's EMP resistance. The frame was squeezed into the outer substation and covered with silver foil. In fact, the power plant itself was basically EMP resistant.

The United States has been preparing for nuclear war for a long time.

Baaaaaah!

Different speakers than the messy heavy artillery. Vibration that makes my body tremble. The artillery centurion fires a flame into the blazing sky. Brightly burning machine cannonballs were like hundreds of meteors that were flashed by iron light. The babies in the shell are torn, crushed and exploded. A powerful acid rain pours down on the heads of the mutants. The melting mutants clamor, screaming. The scalp peels and the bone melts. I finally walked up to my brain and watched Pic collapse.

That's 1,500 rounds. ’

It was the number of rounds Centurion was loading at once. If you don't cut and shoot, you'll run out in 30 seconds. It took time to reload. That's why I told you to hurry up with repairing the laser sacks. The laser firing system was originally a naval defensive weapon. You can burn and kill flying babies.

Winter drops her handset and grabs her rifle. The net of the machine cannonball was due to the missing targets. The deformed baby's faces are smashed in by a rifle. Explosion with loss of center. However, inertia has sown body fluids. Soldiers of the Vehicle in orbit cower and fall down.

Lardass!

The Humvee's bulletproof plates are intact with a splashing fluid. It was specially coated.

Soon the Centurion bombardment ceased.

Grumble did not reveal himself. The babies are thrown out of the 1.5 kilometer blind spot beyond the ridge. Moreover, the point of projection continued to change. Grumble's movements were long and irregular. It was difficult to specify the coordinates. We have to wait for all the babies with capsules on their arms and legs to be consumed. Other babies have a short flight distance. In the end, Grumble will have to cross the ridge.

I'm glad this is a good place to set up. Otherwise, many people would have died of melting or burning. The gunfire of the soldiers has atrophied due to the babies being plummeted all over the place.

In the end, you hear the sound of evil. Two riflemans lay around their faces and arms.

“Oh, shit! Commander!”

Winter, when she heard the new swearing, called Diane Angelo by replacing her magazine.

“Sergeant! Request fire support from Alpha Battalion! Gamma 31, negative 120! Sack full effect! Double Purpose High Bomb! ”

“Yes sir! ”

The Alpha Sack is where they shot Excalibur during the day. It's located on another base. The coordinates summoned in winter were where the Yura Troops fought. The low altitude makes the slope shorter, making the variant's trench ship deadly close. Better to take the threat of melee fire than to ignore it.

There is still no request for fire. Seems busy stopping a bigger threat in an invisible direction. Or distracted by a fight.

Sergeant Diengelo, who jumped quickly into a low position, grabs the handset.

“Brimstone 1! Brimstone 1, David Actual. Can you hear me? ”

It's against the principle, but she calls herself an axial, whether she's with the winter. Maybe he thought it would make him quicker.

[Prison Brimstone 1. Tell me, David Actual.]

“Base Point Gamma 31, Minus 120, Ranger Close, Sack Full Dual Shot Effect! ”

[Gamma 31, minus 120, Ranger Close, Sack full dual-purpose shell, hold.]

In the meantime, Winter's radios tell you to prepare for fire. There was also a live radio on the side of Yura's platoon.

[It's up. Nine hours in the rain.]

“One nine-hour rain check! ”

This meant that the cannonball would drop 19 seconds later. Winter cried out to the retreating sergeant.

“Stay here and draw fire! ”

The observers dispatched were also inducing firepower in other directions. Even though it was not his original role, he also had the ability to identify targets and capture coordinates.

The Humvee's exhaust sounds run between the explosion and the gunfire. The sound of sharp braking. It was the commander's step after winter. It was a shift in the direction of resonance of the variant.

Pow, pow, pow!

There is a chain explosion in the defensive area of Yura's platoon. Cannonballs (M864) from distant artillery exploded small from the air and unleashed 72 small bombs (coals). Twenty-four of them are dangerous to Grumble as well. It's enough to pierce the exact point where it can't be killed. Watching hundreds of feet of coal pour out seemed like a burning rain. Explosions have occurred in the soil dug up by mutants. The soil, the head, arms, and legs spilled.

The edge of the deadly rainfall is just outside the defensive perimeter. But so close, there was a chance someone was hit by debris.

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