The battle continues in the darkness. I rely on the muzzle flash to shoot, and when I do, I move the place.
It only stopped raining for how long.
The truth is that my bullet ran out, I can lay down and put in the bullet Johnny gave me.
At that time, the moonlight plunged in from the gap between the clouds.
The appearance of the enemy was clearly visible to the true eye. It was approaching a position where there were no more than 20 meters. They look round, but they don't seem to know where they really are.
(This guy... this is Johnny's bullet you guys killed)
He whines in his mouth and pulls the trigger with the muzzle pointed at a few rounded enemies.
(If you guys hadn't killed Johnny, you wouldn't have even died from Johnny's bullets)
While I thought it was a sarcastic story, it was true that I was responsible for the last tightening of that sarcastic structure.
"Almost back to the fortress. But there's a good chance they'll snipe us with mortars where we tried to get in."
In the dark, a new home draws attention.
"Simon, Lei Lei, Charles, Kama bastard, we're going to serve as Shinkansen." to draw their attention to us as much as possible. "
A new home was called, and the eleventh term chair team of the mercenary school gathered.
"It's a delicious role full of romance. This kind of situ is awesome. I'm dying."
As Charles smiles and talks, he takes guns and grenades from the corpses of his allies.
"The others are moving quickly. Hurry!"
Following the life of his new home, other mercenaries, prostitutes and rebel soldiers rushed out in unison.
"Hey, did your ears get stupid? Or did your brain rot? Move."
True, the new house ordered me to be frustrated to show my structure to stay and fight, but the truth was I was not willing to respond.
"Are you telling me to run away in front of Johnny's watching? I'm not in the mood to run now. I'm in the mood for a rampage."
I saw Johnny's unbroken remains lit by the moonlight and said the truth clearly. It wasn't the usual pale talk, it was a feverish voice. The expression was also clearly floating.
"Leave him his new home."
Simon demanded with a powerful voice.
"For me, it's Setouki who's important to see if I can be a man here."
"I told you what I thought you were gonna do."
Not the usual faceless look, but a grin on the face of my new home when I see the truth with an obviously strained face.
"You, the dialogue I just said, you'll remember later, you'll be embarrassed and you'll want to die, won't you?
"Try not to remember"
I said to the teasing new home, truly back to my usual faceless expression.
When he returned to the fortress at the end of the fierce war, his survival was nearly a third the number before he left. But still, there are only survivors, which can be called miracles.
The eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School, which served as his hall, survived without any shortage as one. Of course the truth is alive.
"That was a hard night."
Everyone in this room was feeling fulfilled, feeling strongly that they were now surviving.
(This feeling... you can't taste it if you're normally alive. It's like a privilege that only those who live in a world like this can taste)
Truth is, I think. But this pleasure comes at the price of the risk of death. If I had a decent nerve, I wouldn't even have the idea of reaching out.
"So, what do we do now?
The commander asks about his new home. As usual, mostly new homes push past their original leaders and become leaders. In a critical situation, it is disproportionate.
Instinct explores the best path to life and leads you to answers. It is immediately understandable who the most dependable mentor is. Those who fail to do so will be great idiots inferior to beasts.
While the personality aspect of his new home is completely unappreciable and true, he must be acknowledged for his outstanding abilities and attributes as a leader. I also learn a lot.
"I would have suffered a lot of pain over there, and you're not going to push me here. If you think about it normally, you retreat. Maybe we misinterpreted it as a reinforcement night assault instead of going outside the fortress. Then you will retreat."
I leaned back against the wall and my new home said. The others are convinced of the logic of their new home.
"If you've attacked me, I'll fight hard. Let's just go to sleep without thinking about it now. Oh, take your clothes off properly."
I stumbled upon my new home trying to take off my wet clothes as I said it.
Leaning against the wall across the street, he looked up at the void blurry, looking at the true figure he was crying for.
The new home decides not to see it and takes its gaze off.
(Now it's... overflowing. I can't stand it...)
They say there's a lot of people around, but they can't stop crying. How many of the mercenaries turned their gaze on themselves and watched how to remove it.
(Also... or...)
As much as I didn't care about the embarrassment of being seen crying, the truth was that I was struck by sadness and loss.
'Everybody dies before me. disappearing from my side'
A month and a half ago, I am reminded of the dialogue Johnny spoke of at a hotel in France.
(You, keep your mouth shut about me not dying, and don't kid yourself first...)
Shortly after I complained in my mouth, I was unconsciously leaking a whimper myself.
When I woke up, they took off all my clothes and wrapped them around my blanket naked.
Wear the combat clothes that were dry. Someone kind took care of herself who lost consciousness while crying and not knowing.
"Ooh, good morning. Simon was taking off your clothes and wiping your body. You can thank me later."
Li Lei, who was nearby, speaks truly.
"I'm sorry about Johnny."
In the words of comfort, the true heart that was paralyzed trembles. I honestly didn't want you to touch me.
"He was... but he was good."
"I was unlucky. That's all."
Truth is, I know the truth about death. It really seems like it was just luck. If you had a godly reflex nerve and a sixth sense, you might have been able to avoid that, but that's just as helpful with your luck: talent and intuition.
"Before, you said a natural guy would survive. Johnny wasn't that kind of guy. It just looks like it. Because he was really delicate and sweet. I didn't want to see it, but I thought it was crude, pure and natural."
After talking, Lei Lei turned in a different direction.
"That's the natural specimen."
"I see."
Seeing the new home at the end of Lei's gaze, True is convinced.
"You be careful, too. Nihil, the temperament guy dies lightly."
Nothing. I don't care about Nihil.
"You're always faceless, so it feels like there's such an atmosphere out there. I admired the hard boiled Nihil, but the really nihil guy couldn't help but save more."
Li Lei's theory seemed understandable. And I thought Lee was right because I was really going to see that type die lightly a few times after that.
"Johnny's body..."
"Recovery won't be possible for the time being. Besides... I don't think you should see it. By the time you can collect it, you'll be rotting badly in the humidity of the jungle, and if you die, give up thinking you're a meat chunk. My soul lives in you... and I said it's crummy"
Li Lei strokes the beard of his jaw as if it were illuminating.
(Right. The memories of him always next to me on the battlefield will remain unless I die...)
Li Lei said that the crummy words, but now it is truly a great salvation.
After the jungle battle in Southeast Asia where Johnny was lost, True will go to the last battlefield as a mercenary. At this point, true mercenary life had been around for about six months.