The World of Masks

There were, of course, emergencies at Union Command in Canberra, Australia. If we were to retake Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, and take back the North Island completely, the command would move to Wellington to launch a full-scale attack on the South Island, but all of a sudden the plan fell apart in the wake of the existences of this world. Now, the recovery of the South Island, rather than the recovery of the North Island, was opaque.

There was a commotion in the building that Command was using. The high ranking members of each country were answering one call with a group of administrators sweating. Documents such as outline of the situation, size of damage, and request for assistance were crowded. There were a bunch of useless documents lying around on the floor. There's a rock star here and there. In one word, it was a complete mess.

Randon Miller, the general commander of the Allied Forces, has been looking for a map on the table for a long time, smoking heavily. Just moments ago, the symbol of an ally who was full on the map of New Zealand was now diminished. In particular, the symbolic signs of the Air Force and Navy were almost annihilated. All that's left is the army in New Zealand. However, it was unknown how long the isolated army that was not supplied survived.

"What support did you request?"

"They will extract it from each country and send it as soon as possible. In the United States of America, we'll be mobilizing fighters in AMARG."

Miller groans. It's an old fighter's hangar. It's where they gather all the gas they've already eaten and left. It's not a place called an airplane grave for nothing. Of course, it was not only self-esteem that other countries would be able to sense the aircraft there and spill their greed and envy, but they had to bring the gas that had already been discharged from the U.S. military that rolls state-of-the-art fighters. But I couldn't help it. There are thousands of aircraft in New Zealand that are built into irreparable scrap metal. Even the aircraft of a blown up anticycle would be much larger. Even during World War I and World War II, when fighters literally took control of the skies, the loss of thousands of aircraft was enormous. The performance of the fighter has rapidly grown and refined, so the price of one plane has jumped enormously. It is now enormous. I can't even define it simply.

Much of the inexpensive F22 was destroyed and not even one word about the damage to other aircraft. The United States can't recover from this in a matter of hours. I don't even know how much of an economy I'm going to have to cram. Now that war is imminent, perhaps we should implement a rationing system and control the economy.

'The United States .'

Miller wraps his hands around his face. His wavefront was already confirmed. Replacing the commander during the war was one of the biggest handshakes, but the damage was too great. We have already begun discussing the aftermath of this situation at the UN level. But countries were also hesitant about where to start. In fact, the navy and air force of the major powers were cut in half. Moreover, there was no place to be horrified, thinking about the damage the army in isolation in New Zealand would do.

I had to make a number of knighthood regenerations somehow. Or I had to think of a way to get the army out of New Zealand safely. It was something I had to succeed as a commander, not as an individual's eternal life or greed.

Miller starts going through the stacks of paperwork on one side of his desk. It was a document with the power still available. I was weak enough to sigh. More than half of the coalition's forces were separated by the most powerful force in human history.

"We have to replenish it somehow."

The Army is heavily armed with heavy artillery, dealing with monsters that don't even have teeth. Of course, the consumption was also intense. To put it bluntly, there was absolutely not enough ammunition for one person to carry.

Miller began to think of ways to transport the bears. Transportation to the sea is never possible. A sinking transport ship is beyond counting, and there is no way to remove the giant monsters that roam the sea. Cannons can't attack underwater, nor can they penetrate mines. Monsters that can move freely in three dimensions in the sea, unlike heavy submarines, said that even if guided torpedoes follow them, they divert sharply in front of them and avoid them easily. Torpedoes were not launched in an environment where they could move as freely as missiles.

All that was left was the air, but this was also a lot of problems. The number of available fighters has decreased dramatically due to close to a thousand planes that have to escort the aircraft. Moreover, new flying monsters that were confirmed this time were also a problem. We don't know what kind of capabilities we can use to bully the aircraft.

At this point, Miller felt the need to boldly give up the New Zealand redemption and devise a plan to bring the army back safely to New Zealand. If you have to attack the island and have taken control of it, you've already seen the locker room.

'We have to get as much leverage as we can, and then we have to commandeer a civilian aircraft or something.'

This is not the time to hide the means. Even if I could dig myself up, I had to save one more soldier. It was time for him to make a decision and devise a plan with the Chief of Staff.

Heave-ho!

The door was roughly opened. A pale, dull soldier rushes in after heavy breathing. Seeing that, the people in the room, including Miller, instinctively felt. Something bad happened.

"New, New Zealand troops are being shot at! The opponent's number cannot even be measured and the line is about to collapse!"

Miller closes his eyes.

* * *

After discovering a portal on the North Island of New Zealand, the Allied Forces placed a suppressor without any gaps in water. The portal is silent, and the number of monsters and undead has only diminished. However, not all of the North Island have been taken back, so not all of the portals have been closed. And now the Allied forces have paid the price.

Boom, boom! Boom!

An elongated weapon bursts out of the Allied forces' camp. An enormous number of armored troops, such as chariots, munitions, and multi-tool rockets, spilled almost all their firepower, including anti-tank weapons and grenades. It was literally a total power struggle. The situation was out-of-purchase, so we had to conserve ammunition and supplies somehow, but the reality was not so bad.

Kuang!

The bullet from the streetcar hits the target with precision. As the dust settles, the surrounding monsters and undead crumble into the mountains. However, the damage was quickly filled with other monsters and undead.

This is what the Air Force used to say in the old Korean War. No, the Allied forces thought it must be worse than that.

Enemies are literally charging in black. This is the Undead, and that's the kind of monster you come at without even the slightest crack in your feet. Of course, the monsters' corpses and undead debris piled up like mountains. However, the monsters and undead rush across the wreckage of their allies. The monstrosity of the screaming monsters was an option.

Their appearance was no different from that of the devil, who rushed in blind without even feeling the fear of death.

But the soldiers had no choice but to fight. There was no retreat because they were running from all over.

A soldier searches the ammo barrel next to you for the rest of the grenade. But nothing was caught. He shoots frantically for a few minutes, leaving no ammo behind. The consumption of ammunition was intense as monsters and undead fell. I pulled the trigger, but all I could find was the sound of the stirrups moving.

"Shit, no ammo yet!"

The soldier wags his useless grenade launcher violently and shouts in an uproar. A colleague who went to get ammunition hasn't come back yet. Fortunately, I saw my comrade running from afar, panting in good timing. His arms are filled with beautiful bullets.

"Here!"

The soldier who received the grenade aimed at the monster again. The target point explodes as the grenade blows. A few undead flew away and an arm of a monster flew away. But damn it, the damage was not even noticeable.

"Save it! That's all that's left!"

The colleague who brought the bullet shouts. The soldier reloading the grenade looks at his companion with a crazy look on his face.

"Save it? This is not a good situation! If you have eyes, you can see them!"

I can barely keep my enemies from rushing in. If firepower is reduced here, we will allow access immediately. Then it's over. All the Allies know it's crazy to deal with monsters and undead in melee combat.

"Fuck, you think I want to be me! I don't have any ammunition! We're out of them at HQ!"

"Oh, shit!"

The situation was dire. There are still a few black holes approaching, but we're out of ammo here. What if we run out of ammo? Do we really have to charge with a bayonet? If you don't blow your head off, the undead won't die, and a rifle attack against monsters that say, "Where did the worm bite?"

'Maybe it's over.'

In anticipation of the worst-case scenario, the soldier silently does his part. Even with orders, it's impossible to save ammunition right now. The soldier had to pull the trigger until the end.