The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Your Country (12)

We didn't have to destroy all the enemy vehicles. level that paralyzes the mobility. But how to achieve that goal. Even if it had been a second lane, it would have been worth it. The difficulty is increased by blocking the fourth lane, including India.

Winter considered all the possibilities that were coming into view. Tower cranes at the construction site, manhole covers as much as the mess, camping trailers that are still starting, enemy movements that aren't breathing properly somewhere, etc. It is best to block the entrance and exit of the convention center itself, not each intersection. But that was the center of the enemy deployed in this direction. Why don't we go down the manhole and detonate the bomb? Can we destroy roads at scale enough?

I stopped worrying for a while. I don't have enough to use everything I have. This method requires a much more powerful explosive force…….

Oh, I see.

The restless glance of winter stopped in the camping trailer.

Winter on the side of the trailer moves to the ambush using a gap under the broken vehicle, etc. It was a clear distance between the rackets and the sound of the enemy's rough training.

“Bypass? West? Communications sucks, too. You want us to go in separately? Bullshit!"

You hear someone writing evil behind the trolley. But what I feel is fear. Traitors are also not free from communication failures. I don't want to be isolated.

Surprises here are hard to expect good results. Winter dismissed their conflict and stumbled on the side of the camper car. It's got to be around here somewhere. What you're looking for is a small gas container. With his experience in Olema, he knew this type of camping trailer uses LPG gas. The refrigerator also does not use common refrigerants, including cooking and heating.

Indeed, winter soon discovered two medium-specific gas vessels. Close the valve and carefully isolate it to avoid loud noises. The remaining amount displayed on the pressure gauge is approximately 9 and 7, respectively. This should be enough to reproduce the landscape you saw in Sacramento.

"No, is it too much? ’

Winter when you look around with concern. Shops and hotels line DC's core. The atmosphere is empty from the outside, but there may be people hiding waiting for the battle to pass. It was not a concern because there were a lot of floating populations.

Necessary. Inevitable damage. The essence of Mrs. Chadwick's pitchfork.

It is true that people have limitations, but the attitude toward them separates people from people again.

In other words, denying humanity is one way to swim out of the water. Like death.

But winter hated it. Previously, it was a dying rage, but now it was an amazingly overwhelming disgust.

Do I feel like I've lost my heart?

Before entering the basement, winter once again looks around the echo of gunfire. It looks like you're on the battlefield of a Middle East, not in America. Nearby buildings are covered in bullet marks. Even if there were citizens inside, they would try to get as far inside as possible.

If we carefully assess the power of the explosion, we may be able to minimize the damage.

Shroud

Lift the manhole cover close to the silence. Two gas containers are roped down, and the winter self steps down the ladder and covers the lid again. With the exception of faint flashes of light coming into the tiny hole in the lid, the basement was almost completely plunged into darkness. With this excellent view of winter, "Environmental Adaptation" can be a bit difficult to discern.

Tunnels that roar with the vibrations of the earth. Greater and wider than expected It was a long way past the constant. The wall is illuminated but does not illuminate.

Now winter was trying to partially recreate the battle in Sacramento by changing the workshop. But this time winter follows Trickster's entry day.

It is the plot of the monster who died with his head bashed in in resentment for failure.

I measure my distance with a light run in the dark. Previously, with a much more enhanced skill than when being blindfolded and tested on the Fiquad, winter yielded the exact distance traveled. It seems like there is a passageway that leads directly into the exhibition hall.

Winter has reached its breaking point and left two gas canisters side by side, maximizing valves open. Check the speed at which the gauge decreases and quickly avoid the body. It didn't even solve the lack of oxygen, even if the gas mask filters out the harmful gas.

With a passageway next to the ground and a pinned grenade in one hand, winter is breathing in and waiting for the moment. I couldn't use plastic explosives on the ignition. Wireline wiring is short in conduction and wireless wiring is susceptible to underground ignition.

Every time I try to place a grenade, the Survival Sense crawls up my neck. The strength of that warning would soon be the power of the explosion. It's an unstoppable stammer of elephants with my eyes closed, but I have to rely on it now. Winter attempted to overlap the expected aftermath of the collapse with the map of Remembrance. Hopefully this will work.

After a while.

ting

The sound of the safety knob of a grenade bouncing fiercely. Winter leaves the tunnel immediately. It was a facility room in the basement of the convention center. It's not safe here, either. The winter when I climbed the stairs finally entered the exhibition hall and found cover.

An enormous noise paralyzed my hearing.

Pee Pei.

The vision shifts. You think you've lost your focus, but the ground tilts. And the slope became increasingly steep. While holding on to the cracked edges, people who are similar to winter, but in a much worse position, stand out. It was because some of the exhibits were swept down to the basement and their vision was open. You smell gasoline spilling out. I see several empty canisters. Looks like he was refueling his glove car. Enemies. Winter draws a gun at those who are distracted.

Caucasian! A gunshot that sounds stuffy to the eaten ear. I don't feel real because it's small. It is also unrealistic that the vision is constantly fading. It looks like a movie with lots of annotations. However, even in this condition, the aim was accurate. Every time a bullet splattered, blood splattered. The stomach flutters. Only a sharp rebound strikes the shoulder with a crushed sensation.

After eliminating all the visible threats, Winter crawls into the dusky shadow. Then I ran into a corpse. It wasn't the winter killers, it was the USS mercenaries who would have been guarding the site.

Not just here. There are dead bodies everywhere. Among them were soldiers who could not detect their eyes. One person whose lower body was crushed in an infinite orbit is known to winter. Lt. Raul Eldsworth, honorary commendator, said to be vigilant on a matter of faith. Either you stay as an ally until the end, or you die a poor death in combat. There was no way to know for now.

‘There may have been other informants or inside information. ’

It was a private event, even if it was organized by the Army Association. There must be more to security than major bureaucracy. Is private mercenary security better than D.C. transportation? Is there not a single mercenary with more money than credit? The Cultists? The Crazy Patriots?

Some of the bodies of mercenaries were unarmed. I can guess how the Marines outside got their armor and weapons.

The hearing has recovered with the sound of the water like a hallucination. Since recovery speed is fast, the surrounding area seems to shrink. The water main bursts, and a rough wave crashes down to the inside of the event. Winter revealed its torso, killing more enemies who could not get their hair out of shock. Two magazines were thrown out in an instant.

Wiiiing!

Like a crazy horse, there's a misleading armored car. Avoid a crack in the building without finding it yet. Using environments with limited vision, winter passed by throwing plastic explosives under the armored car. Remote detonation is possible because the interference is dampened. The winter, which gripped the trigger, felt a vibration all over your body. After the distressing heat surge, the armored car shows no further movement.

Now I have the chance to understand the externalities. Approaching the edge, I examined where the entrance was beyond the ruined outer wall of winter.

The scale of the collapse exceeded expectations.

Near the entrance, it looked like a torn canvas. Along the road about 20 meters east and west and about 50 meters north and south, they all landed at once. The heavy vessels of chariots and military vehicles that were lined up caused further collapse. The width of the underground tunnel was wide, so the entire fourth lane did not disappear, but the rest of the car was in jeopardy.

When we first entered, the trolley was submerged in a well filled with water. The slope of the slope is urgent and the trajectory is peeling off, making it impossible to escape. Many other armored vehicles in the same position. The Winter gun aims at the traitors who abandon the vehicle. Ta-da! Tartan! Most of you are wearing body armor. Most of your aim points have converged to your neck. The strangely lopsided corpses' fall raises a blizzard. A dark red stain spreads through the muddy stream. The screams of the wounded don't need to be shot fill the streets.

‘Fortunately, the civilian buildings are safe. ’

All the windows were broken, but no exterior walls were broken. It meant that even if someone was hiding inside, they wouldn't have been seriously injured.

I see a few vehicles that are not caught up in the collapse, but are only a few apart. We won't be able to make it to the west at least. Due to the frequency and distance of the gunfire, the south side, controlled by Colonel Emmett, was still holding.

At this point, the small motor sounds tickle the ears of winter. A closed circuit that monitors the inside of the building.

Reflexive winter shooting smashes the lens.

Is he still in there? ’

Clarissa Chadwick. It was an unsubstantiated hunch, but considering her own motives, there's a good chance she's still here. It's a patriotic act of giving yourself up.

If this assumption is true, there is no reason to rush it. Check for friendly survivors first. Winter tracked the signs of indoor combat after retrieving extra ammunition from the corpses.

The trail led to a corridor full of offices. The closed circuit has been destroyed by the visible tribe.

“Intruder! Fire! ”

A miraculous gunshot echoes. Winter drops a smoking gun. Fluttering. The subordinate officer, who missed his weapon and was leaning against the wall, looks like he doesn't understand what just happened while in agony. The fluttering hands stop the bleeding of the legs and roll the eyes with difficulty.

All four of his men were breathless.

“Me, crazy. Ha, ha, Commander in the middle of winter... ”

“Be noisy and I'll kill you. ”

Winter, when she kicked the fallen gun with a threat, robs the rebel radio.

Answer! What's going on there?!

Then take a quick look around to find the area sign of the exhibition hall. The winter when I was lost in thought, I pushed a bloody traitor with a radio and a dagger.

“Call for backup. Area W3. Enemy small raid. ”

“ ……, ”

The traitor rolls his eyes again. This is W1, and the winter mentioned W3 was located just south of one staircase. When someone comes up, they turn their back to this side.

Fear and fury spread over the traitor's face, whether he realized the intent of winter. The sigh of winter knocks the radio into his mouth. And I crushed the hands of the man who was stopping the bleeding with the bullet wound below.

Woo Woo Woo

Blood bubbles boil over the edge of the mouth. The smashed teeth come out together. Winter when you press through painful struggles. The body weight is larger, but hardly shaken.

A decade later, the winter light footed, pulled the radio out of the man's mouth and demanded it again. Exposing the "Threats" as they are.

“If you want to live, do it. ”

A traitor who nods desperately in winter in an expanded snow. The threats that have become worse have worked.

After a while, 17 new corpses rolled up and down the hall. The three wounded prisoners were random.