The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Trap (6), Camp Roberts

“Oh, fuck! Wasn't that an EMP?! ”

The soldier in the rear seat spews insults.

An electromagnetic shock wave (EMP) disables all electronic devices within its range. Other than that, there was no way to explain this reality. However, it is also shocking.

Winter came to mind.

‘I need light. ’

Flare relief is urgent. To prevent the chaos that is to come, we must rid the world of darkness first.

Winter is trying to restore the radio. Military equipment has constant EMP resistance. Again, after a few attempts, the car's radio was powered on. Noise leaks out in fear of being activated. Looks like it's jamming. It's not impossible to communicate inside the camp. It must be hard on the outside.

The moment winter grabs hold of the handset.

Boom! Boom!

The mortar camp flashes three times. A few seconds later, three flares of flare burst from the sky in a row. Each flare ignited 525,000 candles. Hanging on a parachute, it falls slowly.

At the same time, winter pushed the torso out of the window. Look wide and shoot fast. It took eight bullets to blow five heads off.

I was able to see other targets, even if I could. There will be no more or fewer variants left inside.

Yes. From the time Trickster was captured, how much longer would it have been if we increased the infectious body in a short period of time until this event exploded? If more spreading were possible, the attack would have changed.

I've decided to let go of my concerns about the refugee area. The two chiefs, especially Min Wangi, would have exerted a ten-minute influence on the Winter Alliance. Not just friendly organizations, but hostile organizations as well. If so, few variants can be suppressed with only a few numbers.

“Over there!”

Winter has pointed to the direction where the gunfire and the noise were most turbulent. The driver immediately breaks the handle.

Outside the camp fence was a mess. There were particularly intense battles at the border from northwest to southwest. Variants have approached the camp using mountainous terrain and a continuous line of riverside forests. Without it, there's no escape from aerial surveillance.

After arriving on the battlefield, Winter sent a short transmission. It was to inform the current location.

Soldiers who took over the seriousness couldn't even greet the winter. I pulled the trigger without taking a break. The night was illuminated, there were so many enemies coming. Winter is harsh, too. A single shot fired separately from other soldiers.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Every time you pull the trigger lightly, one variant dies.

I wasn't trying to save ammunition. It's a pile of boxes. I didn't have to worry about accuracy. There were so many of them, they all got scratched. Given the amount of time it takes to aim, it's easy to go crazy.

The problem was overheating.

“Adjust firing speed! You want to see a gun go off?! ”

Screaming was not enough. Winter rushes through the mountains, striking madmen daily to warn them of the total overheating. Hot soldiers take their fingers off the trigger.

Since the beginning of the war, some people have only scratched with speakers. A faint, but red aura surrounds the rifle. I'm glad it's cold. Had it been summer, it would have exploded already.

“Private Titus! Load the magazines! Private Orsi! You, too!”

A stack of magazines will soon reveal the floor. As winter looks at the name tag, two confused soldiers nod earnestly. The enemy doesn't even fire a gunshot, but lowers his posture and collects discarded magazines from his knees.

I can't help it. That's how I was trained. Rather, it's great to be able to move the way you were trained in action. It was a protest that American military training was not too sloppy.

“Don't overlap! Don't get too caught up in the moment! ”

Soldiers who forgot their front lines while shooting as they could see were disproportionately firing. Once it starts, it repeats itself.

Winter closes the gap until they regain their role.

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The tremendous firepower of the three Humvees was also a huge help.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

The sound of a 50-caliber heavy machine gun was no different than a bomb that exploded in a row when you heard it closely. The same goes for real firepower. It's thick from the start, and it's frustrating when more than one is pierced. The body remains intact in the passage of the slab.

Too bad the mutants aren't dense. If they are tight enough, 250 rounds can also kill 1,000 individuals with a single barrel.

Of course, it was difficult to expect. It's time for the mutants to increase their intelligence.

On the other hand, during the winter months, one rifleman quickly released his barrel. It was pouring into the blazing heat. The heated iron meets the cold water, and the steam rises.

“Dammit! Even the Taliban couldn't have done this! ”

He must have been an Afghan veteran. My voice is trembling. Well, what you see is overwhelming. Everywhere you look beyond the fence, there are only scattered mutants. Every time the flare rises, those new faces are horrible.

Winter knocked him on the shoulder.

“Calm down! You're still blocking it! ”

And fill his void. Winter, which lasted longer than regular soldiers, effectively prevented the gaps in the firepower. The soldier next to you looks ridiculous. Unfortunately, winter blew his head off with every aim he made. Not one foot missed, not even in the nearest order.

The soldier waits for the winter's shooting to cease, aiming in the other direction.

“How the hell do you shoot that thing? ”

“Take your time! ”

“Relaxation?! In this situation?! ”

The soldier was out of ammo in five seconds. This way there won't be enough firepower, and there won't be enough ammunition. Even though there were soldiers who were determined to fill the magazine, they didn't have enough. With no more ammunition to sharpen, he shoots out the grenade.

Thung!

The explosion swept through four mutants. The one who's out of range has stepped on a mine. It's a leap ceremony.A landmine soaring higher than the head of a mutant! It exploded.

Round dirt and blood fog. It was so clear under the light of the flare. Direct kill radius 30 meters. However, the extent to which debris splits is much wider. Dozens of other variants have floundered or fallen. Fallen things are soaked in blood, rising and running again. It was because of the skin peeled off while rolling without a car.

‘Thank goodness. Even if the flare was a little late, we could have been in big trouble. ’

Street is a human weapon. The mutants have breached half of the minefield by the darkness. Even if this side had been a few minutes late, they would have already breached the fence.

In those few minutes, the situation changed considerably. The landscape beyond the fence is cruel. Bodies lie beneath the ground.

The sound of the jet engines has passed from the air above your head.

He must have been suspicious of communication loss.

But the Air Force was useless right now. It's dangerously close to dropping a bomb. (Danger Close.) Maybe if it was sunny and we had proximity support.

The rumbling ground rises up on your toes. It was the firepower of mortars.

The sound of a cannonball exploding sounds different depending on the distance. Automatically classifying it is Combat Sense. If fire support is concentrated in either direction, it will soon mean a crisis in that direction. Winter read the insights from Combat Senses.

Equal in all respects. In other words, it means that there is no direction to be pushed. Or pushed in every way. But given the situation here, I don't think it's the latter.

But just in case. Winter quickly ascends the humvee, judging by the steadiness in this direction. To listen to the transmission. The private radio in the winter was still useless.

The comms have cleared the way. To summarize the transmission, it was not great. If something was really urgent, he would have rushed straight to winter.

“The situation is stable. Just a moment ago, the artillery squadron acquired a mortar camp, and all the squadrons were forced into battle. At this rate, I don't think we have a problem stopping it. ”

“Then that's a relief. How about the refugee zone? ”

“Wouldn't it be nice to see there's not much to talk about? It was the last time I heard that every checkpoint had reinforced troops under control. There were a handful of mutants, but some of the refugees beat themselves up. ”

“Good.”

It's worth preparing for.

But it's still early to be relieved.

[Rrrrgh!]

The roar of a rumbling beast. Grumble. The body is clear even if it is far away. Climb up from the riverside and into the boundary of a minefield with one lunge. Then it roars again and enters the preparation phase of the next pattern.

Winter immediately landed and aimed. Adjustment speaks. Empty two halves of a magazine, silencing him before entering the rush pattern. Next time, then. It's hard to approach and deal with out there, and one mistake is unacceptable.

A single charge gives way to a minefield.

Soldiers are focusing their firepower on Grumble. Mostly fits the trunk. Waste. Mutants push in from the other side of the void. Winter cried out sharply.

“Don't mind if you don't get it right! I'll stop them! ”

Mutants flock to the void of fire. Soldiers deemed unstoppable and exploded the mine. Two claymores on the barbed wire burst, and all two ranges of giant sectors fell to their deaths.

There was a price.

Snap out of it!

The railing, which was raging with gunfire from the inside, was torn apart by a backstorm of mine. Some flies overhead. Some people got beaten up.

There is a overlap of evil.

The flare goes off, but the next flare doesn't go off.

The sky is darkened.

"Oops."

The aim that relied on the light darkens. The position of the grumbles is such that the headlights of the humvees do not reach properly. Even in winter, it's hard to ignore sudden changes in light.

[Rrrrgh!]

At the end of the roar, Grumble rushes over the mine explosion. The rate at which perspective was erased was terrible. A single seriousness in a straight line is smashed into pieces. An escaped soldier flew into thin air. It rolls the ground, but there is no movement.

Tutu, tutu! Tutu!

Stops Grumbling with three or six chopped feet. By the time he regained consciousness and roared, winter had already held a pinned grenade.

A grenade hits your throat.

“Forward! Block the front! ”

With his cover blown, Winter encouraged the soldiers. By the time the monster regains consciousness, he turns around and throws another grenade at the man vomiting blood and intestines.

Explosion in the body with a sense of distance. A fountain popped out of my nose and mouth. A ruptured eye protrudes.

“Look ahead! ”

Winter is a sudden winter when the soldiers roar. The soldiers who were overwhelmed with fear were still concerned about Grumbling.

Roar comes from the other direction. Asrai's overlapping screams. The latter was definitely human. You make sure the soldiers block the front, and winter boards the Humvee.

“South!”

The driver steps on Excel. Sharp idle rotation.

Pa 'at

A late-night flare. The Herpes' soldiers will be sweating as well. You only have to shoot it once for 50 seconds. If there is no darkness between us, we must shoot it once every 45 seconds. I wondered how much of the flare was left. By now, it would have taken hundreds of rounds. I'll die trying to get back and forth between magazines. But it's better to be hard than really dying.

Winter fell upon the night vision.

Beyond the front window is another Grumble. You push yourself between the repeated light and darkness, and you find yourself tearing a soldier up and down.

[Car! Caaaaaa!]

Swing the torn man. The innards are scattered. A long smith flew in the winter car, and the glass was completely shielded. The driver becomes nauseous, slowing down. Even before it completely stopped, winter fell through the door.

The winter, which stood up like a spring, rolled around once, ran the same way and hit the target with seven shots. A backstroke. However, Grumble is rarely alone. Common variants stop winter.

There are too many. The defense line collapses, pushing like waves over a barrier. Given the number of casualties so far, it was the final attack for the mutants. The following does not exist:

Therefore, it is difficult to shoot and pierce alone in winter. I threw the grenade to a group of mutants to feed Grumbles and rolled into a pile of sand.

Explosion. Goes to the body.

Right in front of you was a mutant that had only the upper half left. I was bitten on the skull with my mouth wide open. Then I drew a sword and stuck it in the crown. The sound of bone erosion. A picturesque bribe. But the man who was dying was finished.

A thunder-like roar followed. Retrieve the rifle and let winter escape to the front. Immediately after, "Grumble" passed by while crushing the seriousness. The boy's arm grazes his back, momentarily losing focus. I fell on the soldier's corpse. The body opens its eyes to see if it's been irritated. A mutated soldier watches winter.

Squeeze his neck with his knee and shoot him in the knee position. The mutants that are about to die are swarming, but not enough to keep them from shooting. Calmly aim for Grumbles. Then, they remove the grenade from the soldier's variants and throw it.

The Grumble Hunting Act is also a courtyard where soldiers are trained. A large number of soldiers approached Grumble, who had become an anti-cripple.

The common variants that were headed for winter crumbled. It was a Heavy Machine Gun shot by a Humvee.

“Bastards! Eat this! ”

A soldier puts a rocket launcher (MK.777) on his shoulder. Strange balance of weight. The warhead is abnormally large. You need anything else to catch the mutants, but it's just a nasty gunpowder.

Oh, dear.

Winter closed its eyes. Flash! Bright enough to see the contours. It's hard to fix a wobbly body, even though it's so far from the waterfall. A storm made of thermal expansion tanned the variants. A weapon that destroys bones and ruptures their intestines with wind pressure.

The rocket shooting didn't end with a single shot. The second and third are fierce between the variants.

Winter, which barely held its position between the crossroads of the storm, found a variant that had only rolled a few steps ahead. It's not normal. Both eyes burst. I'm bleeding from my ears, and I can't stand up. Pressure must have damaged the fuselage. Winter breathes and puts a bullet in him.

Soldiers recovering their defenses clear the enemy.

There are so many dead mutants. It's only a thousand units in the winter's sights.

On the other hand, we heard that we captured the final Grumble. Dispatch to dispatch.

“There's a missile launcher right over there, and it just clicked with fire. No matter how grumbling, an anti-tank missile can crush your arm or leg. ”

The telecom said the missile (TOW) was a 60-centimeter thick piece of metal penetrating the plate. This level of physical resistance of Grumble cannot be completely defended.

‘Gamma Grumbles' will not work if more than……. It's a long way to go to get that enhanced. ’

Gunfire and noise begin to fade in most directions. Winter sighed, feeling that the situation had been shorted. It's because I've been nervous for a long time after a single battle.

If there was anything special, it was the behavior of surviving mutants. A peculiar pattern of monsters spread, and everyone who heard the sound began to retreat. Even though it's an organized retreat, the soldiers are ridiculous.

He even set fire to the river Nachimiento, north of the camp. Probably the work of Trickster, who deals with electricity. Whether even the breeze was considered, the smoke covered the camp.

Jeffrey's sigh on the radio.

"Wow, really……. This is amazing. I do all sorts of things. Eat up, you mutant bastards.

Instead, the interference disappeared. Of course. If you continue to emit interference away from the camp, the next order was death by radio tracking missiles.

In case you're worried about an ambush, the camp's troops have not been put in pursuit.

You're in over your head. Winter drops the gun down.

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