So much so that there are no buildings that have not been damaged, that every place walks through a blurry town.
Truth is, I suspect this is a danger zone because of the small crowd size.
The offensive in Odiluomio, the capital of Seguroamia, is not a takeover of understandable positions. There is a complex mix of forces inside the Old Town. At the end of the urban guerrilla battle, that's what the offense was all about.
Downtown battles where we don't know where our enemies are lurking. When the worst is sniping from the top of the building, the truth is conscious.
"Hmm, there's no gap, and you can do it. The basics are contained."
Ignaerts gives an impressive voice when he sees the truth constantly checking the surrounding buildings and where he is likely to hide as soon as he is shot.
A gaze from above, but Ignaerts is better than true when it comes to war history. In the meantime, he is a veteran if it is a battle in this city because he has been fighting all this time in this city.
"I've fought a lot of Japanese before. But with FPS. They move uniquely. You play cancer games?
To Ignaz's question, the truth is I shake my neck sideways.
"The FPS experience is still alive in action. What I found out in action was that the game is coming to reality."
"They say military and mercenaries with experience in action are also involved in game making, so I guess so."
Mirko also agreed with Ignaerts.
"What's the point of this batrol?
True asks.
"We focus on sniper crushing. The Lost Paradigm snipers have all the anti-government, vigilante and US troops at their disposal. I need to walk down the tunnel, go around the building, and finish one or more. There's also a trap at the sniper point. If a sniper walks into a room or approaches a window, Bon,"
At the end of Mirko's commentary, he tried to explode with his hands and make him laugh.
"You're walking here and the snipers aren't after you?
True to bump into natural questions. The surrounding area is an estate zone, with left and right sides crossed by tall buildings on a sandwiched path. Seems like a great point for a sniper.
"We know geography. I understand the sniping points, and I'm on alert while I'm doing this. Where I'm walking right now, there are only a few places I can aim. You didn't set a trap in every building room. We'll find out if there's a trap over there, and we'll pick a place without a trap. But that's the trap."
I truly understood the meaning of Origa's words, which I speak well. Sniping points without traps are alert and ready for sniping. And from here, you can narrow down where the sniper is and get in.
"What are the chances that they'll take the trap off and use it for sniper points?
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no You can't just take the trap off."
To the true question, Mirko answered with a bitter smile. I will convince you that the truth is not perfect.
"But don't be alarmed. I know a lot about it, but this is how I dare to walk where the sniper seems to be to find and defeat the sniver."
"Otherwise, it wouldn't be a sniper hunt."
Origa draws serious attention and Ignaerts makes a bright voice.
"Coming."
Mirko told him quietly.
(Didn't realize...)
Mirko told me and I truly perceived the signs.
(I wonder if Mirko has a better sense of perceiving enemy signs than I do)
I just took the delay once, but somehow I feel that way. Because of his responsibilities as a leader, he said it might have come to that.
Mirko and Ignaz, true and oliga, each diving second-hand into the shade of the building.
A gunshot sounds, coming from the shade of the estate about forty meters away, government soldiers shoot at it.
Shoot back four true men.
(Much poorer...)
True surprise at the appearance and equipment of the enemy soldier, whose whole body was only visible for a moment. It's an old-fashioned piece of equipment, as you can see from a glance at the poor minister. I feel like I've had a time slip for over a century. But still, killing people is impeccable.
What's more, enemy soldiers were found thin and thin even from the top of their clothes. Despite being a government army, there seems to be little food distribution. She looked different.
The government soldiers who were attacking the stronghold were much better than this. It's enough to attack the enemy's home base, so maybe they put out the better guys at first.
Huh, the truth felt a slight killing from the top.
"There's a sniper up there. You should do something about that early. This is a dead end, but I can't move from here."
Whisper to Origa, whose truth is next door. I look up and I see a shadow in the building window. Hidden, but occasionally showing a little bit of his face.
"True. You've noticed."
It was a face that Origa wouldn't be relieved of. I hadn't noticed, and if I hadn't, I might have been shot first.
"Didn't you grasp the sniping point?
"That's where they set the trap. You took the trap off on purpose..."
"You thought you were relieved, so you backed off."
"Uh-huh..."
Origa had all sorts of emotions, such as humiliation, fear and embarrassment, swirling with the fact that they were behind the enemy and that they were not aware of it and were in a dangerous state, and that they had truly pointed it out from the outside.
(Not that many enemies. If this...)
Truth pops out of the shadows.
"Hey!?
"What are you doing!?
Oliga and Mirko speak up.
True runs through the rain of a bullet and repeats the motion to another shadow. Origa, Ignaz and Mirko were both surprised at what they were doing, but Origa guessed first.
Oliga also pops up and targets the building window.
Origa shot the sniper the moment she stepped out to snipe through the building window, aiming for the truth.
In the shadow of remote rubble, compare true to the windows of Origa and Bill, as Mirko and Ignatz were surprised. We both guessed what true action meant.
"You'll do it, won't you, that guy? I have the courage and the drive."
Ignaz laughs invincibly when he sees the truth. Just my current behavior made me like the truth.
"You're not a complimented act. It feels like more brave problematic children."
Mirko, on the other hand, was grinning and shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"Huh? I wonder who else there is with the increase?
"You're next to me."
"If you don't, you won't lose."
"Hey, here..."
As if apprenticing the truth, Ignaz also jumps out of the rubble. Mirko opens his mouth gently.
"It's gonna be tough on your own! Sharing. Sharing.
Ignaerts rushing around exposed to bullets, screaming at the truth.
(That's fast)
I glance at Ignats, who jump around like a beast lightly, and truly think of myself smiling in my head.
Ignaerts laughs and jumps into the shadow of the luggage car that was parked. I'm not just saying no fate, I'm calculating it somewhat intuitively. If I put myself at risk for too long, that would increase the risk of death, so I kept it enough.
Mirko and Origa had more time to shoot as the enemy's attention was drawn to the truth and Ignaz. This one is hardly targeted. Definitely reduce the number of enemies one by one.
Eventually, the enemy soldiers saw themselves as unfavourable and retreated into obscurity.
"That sounded good. A comforting guy has joined my people, and let's go cancer at this rate."
"Don't you compartmentalize."
Mirko gently slammed the ignats from behind, saying in an excited, cold, bounced voice.
"Thanks for your help this time, but don't be too dangerous. This guy imitates. This isn't the only one. I don't want the other kids to imitate me."
Mirko comes to the truth and beware with a true face.
"Okay. Unless it's more dangerous, I'll weigh myself down, but there are other people out there who do this."
True to say as I remember Simon.
At that time, a short distance from here, many gunshots went on.
"Is it close to here?
Ignaerts squeals when he sees the direction in which the gunshot sounds.
"I'm fighting. I have to go get some help."
"Before we do that, let's take weapons, ammunition, food and more from the guy we just killed. You can't expect food, though."
Mirko controlling the deviant oliga.
"We should do it after that. If we were doing this, our allies might die."
"No. We need to prioritize what's good for us. If I leave you alone, someone might be taking it from me."
Origa protested, but Mirko won't pull.
"Then take your time fishing Mirko. I'm going."
Oliga runs out on her own.
"True, go with Oliga and do it. Me and Ig are gonna be late."
Copy that.
Mirko asked me, and the truth bore after Origa.
"Well, I want to go, too."
Ignaerts raised his voice and went to explore the remains of enemy soldiers.
"Ho."
On the side of the bodies of the soldiers of the Reflection Army, one man was dancing in an odd voice.
Pink Mohican head with a spider tattoo on his face and a prosthetic hand on his right. Truth is, the man looked familiar to me.
"What's that creep?"
Oliga sees the Mohican man from the shadows and whisks his eyebrows.
"That's him..."
"You know what?
"I saw it in the city before I came here. He was happy to kill civilians who came to the rations."
True to teach Origa.
"Anti-government soldier, did this guy kill you alone? I wonder if anyone else is lurking."
Oliga puts up a gun and looks around.
"Oliga, be wary of the ambushes."
That's how the truth came out of the shadows.
(Can I beat this guy?
Ask yourself with fear. He is a man who fought well with that Krishna. At least Krishna is stronger than true.
(Well, I'm not fighting alone. I don't even know if I have one enemy.)
True to reveal himself in grandeur, the Mohican man who was dancing quit dancing and saw the truth.
"Ho! You're a starving ghost I saw the other day! Ho!
A Mohican man glancing diagonally back at his upper body, pointing to the truth and shouting.
Truth rushes to the side. The Mohican man runs in the opposite direction.
True shoots the gun first while running. The Mohican man subtly shifts the pace of his run to do a true shooting.
Where the true gun is broken, a Mohican man shoots. Two rounds landing at his true foot, one straight next to him, passing.
Not if you're watching.
Origa fires a gun from behind the building towards the Mohican man.
The Mohican man turns away and points his gun towards Origa. Aim for the moment, and the truth shoots the Mohican man.
The true shot shot shot through the right arm of the Mohican man, who showed just a flash of gap.
(What is this... the same truth as just now... the outfit that made me look like I was out?
Oliga laughs bitterly when she sees a Mohican man wounded from the shadows.
"Ho! Is that why you came all the way out here in grandeur! Ho! Don't do this to me, you hungry bastard!
Mohican man to praise as he runs.
Mirko and Ignaerts also come there.
"I always saw this guy as handsome! Ho! Retreat! No, before that!
Dressed to be exposed to four shootings, he continues to scream, even as he flees around in a great panic.
"My name is Mr. Ho. Remember that. Ho!
Hidden in the shadow of the building, the Mohican man introduced himself.
"That's right."
Oliga squeaks.
"This one was full of unusable weapons. There's a risk of outbursts. He's a jerk."
"I broke it for once. I only got ammunition. No food, after all."
Ignaerts and Mirko reported and lost sight of the body of an anti-government soldier.
"Do you want to get this one for once?
Mirko prays for the soldier's remains, and Oliga says in a tone that Ignaz has set aside while he is contacting the anti-government forces.
"Just kidding."
"No, let me get it. You can't use guns on corpses, and you can't eat food."
A silenced Ignaerts shrugged his shoulder with a bitter laugh, but Mirko decided so.