The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Sunrise, or dusk (11)

An Air Force squadron was operating about a kilometer from the rear. The mountain was mounted on the side, so the density of the variants fell between the Air Force squadron and this side. Infectious mutants are said to be stronger than Humans.But when traveling at large, they choose a path that is easy to control. In the pitch-dark, the rugged, rugged mountains were not suitable for travel routes.

In other words, this ambush was a feasible operation because there were individuals of high control among the variants. If the direction of entry of the variants could not be predicted based on the terrain, it would have stopped at the draft stage. It was almost the only tactical advantage of releasing the Trickster.

However, there are some who wander out of the way. Given the size of the group approaching, there were also a lot of numbers that appeared that way.

They were silenced by a designated marksman, or a rocket marksman. With the shooting going on everywhere, the short, intense noise is not a big problem.

‘I have a neural net so I can get to my destination no matter how far away from the herd. ’

How is it that information and directions are being conveyed between things that are not cunning and things that are embedded in the spinal cord? Winter was a question. It could be negative in the deaf area, or it could secrete pheromones like insects, but there was no way to find out right now.

Armored ape warfare has entered the visible area. The heavy machine gun fired by the armored car seems to be firing lasers out of the field of view.

Fast-speed variants gather for armored vehicles and chariot lines. Taking advantage of the terrain's recesses, spun around for an opportunity. The number grows. It was a belt of wobbly plague.

By the time you think you're about to embark on annihilation, winter frowns upon sudden contact from the command.

“Biological contamination alert. Come now?"

The same was true of the communicators who preached that they didn't know what was in English. Zero Ground is the center of biological contamination. It was an unfamiliar warning because it was unfamiliar.

‘There is no need to prepare for contamination in the yard where all troops have a level 4 MOPP level……. ’

There is no more pollution prevention than loss. Except to escape in a glove car with a positive pressure Yang device. Even if there are small gaps inside the armoured car that maintain a consistently positive pressure, the external air does not enter. Almost complete isolation inside and out. However, if we had to rely on it, we would have to assume the normal battle was already underwater.

The communicator is in trouble, he said.

“I'm not sure. I'll pass on the details via satellite……. I'm here to advise you to contact me as soon as possible. What do you want to do?”

Commander Rogers can't be foolish, so it's not urgent, but something must have happened. The severity of the situation is low, given the lack of immediate retreat orders. Winter allowed the comms to connect military satellite phones. I felt uncomfortable waiting for the handset because of the gas mask.

“Commander, it's the middle of winter. What the hell is going on? ”

Connected was one of Rogers' chief of staff. Colonel Zachary High School. Surprisingly, there is a face from Olema Node. If only there was a literal face.

Code grey. Quarantine failure reported at the ballistics depot.

Winter was temporarily blocked. As previously agreed, in a gray situation, a new strain of infection that had never been discovered has broken through the search party's blockade. It's supposed to be gray, which means the risk is at least low. If it were red, you would have to pay more attention to your back than your enemies in front of you.

When I thought about it here, winter got a little angry.

“Quarantine failure.... How sloppy have you been down there? ”

Do I know?

Looks like the colonel is pretty crazy, too.

I missed it because it was too small, but it was an excuse. I should have integrated the command system right away.

Base Search and Survey are not directly commanded by the Joint Task Force Command. It seemed like a precaution in case something politically sensitive was discovered.

There is no time to waste. Winter checked quickly.

“If so, how small? How many people have left the base? What features have you identified? ”

"Image analytics result sizes are at least 2" (5.08 cm) and at most 5.5 "(13.97 cm). Escaped object is less than maximum twenty. No specific characteristics have been identified yet. He wants to take a look at the captured individuals.

“Twenty……. ”

Only let people below grade 3 of the latter know that a small new species has emerged. I don't want you to think the rear is dangerous.

My aunt actually told me to only know about winter. Winter frowned and replied.

“I'm going to end the communication for now. The enemy is at your disposal. ”

"I beg your pardon.

Tsk. Disconnected. Winter passed the telephone to the comms.

‘It takes time for them to get here anyway. ’

It is less than 5.5 inches in size. In Ataskadero, the twisted babies showed impressive movement, but they were also pale compared to the adults.

There is a chance of freezing to death in this cold. The number is only twenty.

So you'll be fine to tell the soldiers after the battle.

Major Singh will handle all three squadrons in the rear.

“Fire!”

Three platoons' anti-siege nets begin to burst into flames as a single word spreads over the radio. After that, the troops deployed strong firepower at the location designated by winter.

Queeeek

The wedges of the variants who were just trying to break apart the armored car ranks are shattered. It is because of saturation in the unexpected direction at the critical moment. The elongated limbs spatter and seizure. Extremely angry with the surprise behind your back. Even in the darkness, the eyes twisting and turning are filled with the madness of the plague.

Winter aimed at one of those eyes. Bang! Single shot shoulder reaction. Eyes burst at the end of the oblique line. A monster loses one eye and plucks its tongue out and flutters.

Immediately thereafter, a spark spurted from everywhere and smashed all the stones. A dialysis close to the frenzy of the long arms of monsters. As the ground is barren, it is a rock and gravel as scratched. It's a silly sell, but its power is more destructive than Grumble's. A fiercely splattered fragment makes the soldiers warp.

Winter, when I emptied one of the magazines in a flash, held the radio and raised my voice with a harsh tone.

“Shoot! Keep your distance! If you're not afraid, it's a sure fight to win! ”

In a frontal match like this, the strength of the individual's battle is not great in winter. Monsters that the enemy does not fear, and most of them are special variants. This can add a few more oppressive points to the repellent rifle. It's not small, but it's hard to play a key role.

However, the strength of winter was not the only strength.

Bullet 3, 11 o'clock, 150 miles! Overwhelming Fire! ”

After two breaths, 15 aerial bombs exploded in just four seconds. Each one of them was a force comparable to a grenade. The ceremonies that came running like mad dogs rolled the ground together. Then he breathes and wakes up, but the line is already cut off. Even the grumblers weren't that tough. A rifle or something. For now.

Armored vehicles responded as if tightening a noose. Bold maneuver and firefighter, with basic defense power. Now that the air conditioning is reversed, it was best for the mutants to chew on the weaker ones first. The only thing that looks weaker now is the land-based fighter, of course.

Winter fires at every dangerous moment, while birds recover without losing their firepower.

“There! Machine gun! Where are you shooting at? Pull the line down!”

A beam of preliminary mines is spreading over the mutants' heads. It was because the terrified shooter kept his head down with the sound of the crumbling stones. If you are immersed in the act of simply firing without looking. I believe I am desperate to fight, but as a result I waste ammunition.

Monsters flock to that margin. It was an aggressive beast that surpassed the beast.

A fearlessly calibrated line swept through the ranks. The hot fever in the bloodstreams that burst is clear in the green field of view.

Drawing the line of fire into the winter senses like this. As the rocks and mutants flew away, they were the most immediate instructions for soldiers with narrower vision.

With difficulty, surviving ceremonies zigzag through the natural barriers.

Baaak!

Near winter, the unfortunate soldier is struck by heavy dialysis to the head. The broken stone is more like a cannonball. The soldier who returned to his neck died instantly. Blood and briquettes flow beneath the helmet. The corpse opens its eyes to winter. The colleague next to me was also scared. Winter pushes the corpse behind the cover, encouraging the soldiers without killing themselves. Rarely is it as good at maintaining morale as a commander who does not know fear.

During that winter, the mutant attacks were concentrated.

What a profit!

Two small variants fly away screaming breathlessly. Winter, when I couldn't spare the trajectory of the rainy dialysis, I barely shot one and then twisted my torso to kill the other with my elbow. The body is shaking. With heavy inertia centered on strength and weight, winter suppressed the pain of creaking joints. A sharp flame breaks through the ground around you.

"Accuracy?"

I climb up. Contrary to my level of throwing in the dark, I feel like the Trickster is holding on tight. The radio was also intermittent.

But it was too late.

No, I'd say it was too deep a trap from the start. As winter cried for the first time, it was a fight that must be won if you are not afraid.

I heard a faint high and sharp sound from the sky. It was a mortar shell baptism guided by a laser. High explosives going off in a row. How many times did I get pink vision? The ugly shadows blur from the burning ribs of the night. It was a dizzying death. The platoon commander, who was in charge of firepower control, clenches his fists and shouts something he didn't know.

If a cunning individual was watching this scene, he would have been extremely angry. We've narrowed it down so much, why are we still out of ammo?

But this was just the beginning. When the mutants reached the first stop line, the noise from the turbo-fan engines approached from the low southeast sky of those tripping over the bombers. It was two of the same type of attackers as Alamo's squadron.

[David Actual, David Actual. Attention, Hitman. We are now approaching close air support for your location. Brake. 30-millimeter high-explosive 2,228 rounds....]

Authorized comms have triggered a lightning strike on the ground.

Pupperfuck!

A series of explosions ran in a straight line. Short bursts of hundreds of rounds in seconds. The shifting attacker plows the frozen ground on the other side repeatedly in the same way.

Then 2nd Platoon Commander shouted sharply.

“Detonator 1, fire! ”

Another line of explosive deaths is added. Immediately following a series of mine mines, the mutants eventually failed to break through the first stop line.

And after the second, the deterrent line was practically useless. It is because the number of variants has decreased, and we can no longer try to break through.

This puts the battle into practical finalization.

Nevertheless, as the thunder and groaning continue, winter instinctively caught something that was splashing up from its neck.

Tub!

I thought the threat was so weak that it was a broken rock, but I felt a strong twitch in my grip. That's right. The sound of a tiny, sharp, chewing through fiber resistant gloves.

‘This……. ’

It appears to be one of those small variants of yours who escaped the base. A mass of pink plague made every effort to escape the winter's hands. The sound of the squeaking was very annoying. It was as noisy as scraping metal with a blade.

Winter was embarrassed that it had already come this far.