Chapter 1562: 1562 End Chapter

More than four years have passed since True finished his activities as a mercenary.

Li Lei returned to his country and again belonged to an abominable army, becoming a leaping operative in Japan.

Charles operated a freelance starter in the American backyard, but a job prompted him to change his riverbank to Japan.

Andrew was dubiously operated by the Star Charcoal Flow spell, zombied alive, fought true, apricot, and Li Mei, and lost his life.

Simon returned to America, his homeland, and entered a chinky street gang called 'Tea Time on the Battlefield'.

Originally a small group of chimps of several people, this organization eventually undergoes transformation into a giant organization that has full control of America's back society, and Simon fits into its number two position.

The new home became a doomsday on the back streets of Japan, but while doing a lot of disastrous things, it was designated one of the 'taboos'.

Krishna hasn't heard anything since.

Ignaerts entered the mercenary school.

Tomáš said he had entered the cadet school, newly founded in Segroamia.

Origa also wanted to be admitted to a mercenary school, but the mercenary school only accepted men, so she couldn't be admitted to Origa. The mercenaries forgot to let Origa know that fact. I thought about becoming a mercenary directly because of this, but I couldn't find a place for a woman to hire me as a mercenary, and I didn't have any connections to become a mercenary, so I thought I would introduce her to my new home.

But when I talked to my new home, they told me to come to Japan, and I didn't know why I had come to Japan, but I didn't know why, and when I realized it, I was being used as an assistant to my new home.

Three people, True, Lei and Charles, were summoned to the office of their new home that day.

"Oh, you're all here."

Oliga welcomes you with a smile and prepares tea treats.

Oliga, who is nineteen years old, is already a total adult. The three knitting is the same, but I haven't lowered it and it's a plump knitting style.

It has been more than three years since I came to Japan, but I am still struggling to learn Japanese kanji.

True and Lei had met many times, Oliga and her new home. Charles, on the other hand, this is the second time he's seen you two since you quit mercenaries.

"I don't know why you got me together, but now I've found something interesting. The book is even more so now. Maybe some guys are already looking at it. Charles and Lei are also in Japan, so there's a gathering going on, so I thought I'd look at it together."

A new home tells them toward us.

Only the new home stands out with an example bullet pendant. Li Lei and Charles were hanging under their clothes. Truth is, during the battle, I lost my pendant.

"When we were fighting in Segroamia, when the US military beating accelerated and the anti-war peace demonstrations marched around the world, and the US troops withdrew, we fought on our own initiative online, too, didn't we?

"Oh, that didn't make sense after all..."

"In the meantime, I've decided to go to the last fight."

Lei Li spills a smile and Charles shrugs his shoulders lightly.

"No, it could have made sense. At that time, there was a guy who was purposefully calling for a message in a selfie video. Let's take a look at that. Oh, me and Oliga already saw it."

The new home laughed and projected the holographic display into the air at a larger size.

The face of one boy was shown there.

"Mirko......"

True speaks the name unexpectedly. All sorts of emotions swirl through my chest and my hands tremble a little.

'My name is Mirko Gusev. He is now one of the civilian vigilantes taking guns and fighting in Odilloomio, the capital of the Seguroan Republic in the midst of a civil war'.

The video reads Japanese subtitles. The number of views was over 20 million.

"Seguroamia has been ravaged and miserable by a dictator named President Mogoa and the Lost Paradigm called by Mogoa. Many cities have been bombed and abandoned, and looting, rape and murder are rampant. Anti-government forces have risen and, in addition, civilian vigilantes are desperately resisting.

I'm the leader of a private vigilante. It is a vigilante composed solely of minors, from children under the age of ten to sixteen. I'm the only sixteen-year-old, and I'm the oldest. It's not particularly unusual in this country. That's why there are so many groups out there that kids get together and take guns and fight. Even children can fight as long as they have weapons. Because even children can kill their enemies if they pull the gun trigger.

The anti-government side is now in the vanguard. But on our own, we wouldn't have been able to fight government forces, and I don't know if we can fight them in the future. The reality is that the US military has been able to fight to date because they have come to help us.

U.S. forces have been beaten to death by an air strike that killed the general public. That's true. Because my family also died in the wake of an air strike by the U.S. Army. I'm not the only one. Some of my people fighting with me have lost their families to a U.S. Army accidental bombing.

At first, I resented him, too. But now I don't have that grudge. Because American soldiers are bleeding, too. Besides, it's not a battle to protect America itself, it's a battle to protect a distant, exotic people. In the meantime, one of the U.S. military strongholds was destroyed by bombs planted digging underground, leaving as many as thirty-one dead.

Unfortunately, without the help of the U.S. military, we couldn't have fought more than one another with the government forces and the Lost Paradigm, and there would have been many more dead. Much more people should have died than those who would have died in an air strike accidental explosion. We accept that reality, and we appreciate it.

The US military is not the only one who is helping me. The mercenaries are fighting with us. Until recently, we were just a bunch of kids, but now, thanks to the mercenaries fighting with us - which means they're bleeding - our damage has been reduced. The presence of mercenaries is comforting and supportive of everyone. I also learn a lot.

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Some of the mercenaries are as old as we are, and they're getting along with us. He is a child from Japan. Whatever the reason mercenaries fight, it's a big help to us. This is the fact.

I also had this opinion online. That if the anti-government forces stop resisting, they will be at peace. He said it was a war because anti-government forces were resisting. This is a Japanese write-up, isn't it?

I can assure you, there will be no peace for us if we stop resisting.

Our buddy Lucia died in shelling with glass fragments all over his face. She was a twelve-year-old girl. In front of her own mother watching, dozens of men from government forces were replaced and continued to be raped for three days. In this country today, it's not uncommon. In order not to cause such a tragedy, Lucia, with her own heartache, chose the path to fight. And I'm dead. Later, when I went to tell my mother about Lucia's death, Lucia's mother was also shot in the head and died in front of Lucia's sister watching.

A child named Patrick died covering a fellow girl. He was thirteen years old and had an American army doctor put artificial anus on him. Because the soldiers of the Lost Paradigm had offended me and destroyed my anus and parts of my colon. I wasn't just offended, but at the end of the day, I was put in a baked iron bar in the funny half.

Lovro was a gentler boy than anyone else, wishing for peace more than anyone else. He wanted peace back soon, and that was the cliché. Rovro's parents were painters, and Rovro also said he would go for a painter when he was at peace, and he always painted. His family was burned alive in front of him, and we helped Rovro on the verge of doing the same. Rovro died not for revenge, hoping to lose such a tragedy, choosing the path to fight with a gun in his hand, and without seeing a peaceful segloamia, with a bullet in his head. I think it was salvation that was instant death.

There are many more dead children. You can't count using your toes on both feet.

If you don't resist, this just goes on forever. Doesn't it mean peace to keep being ravaged like good, without fighting? I don't think so. All my people will say no. That's why we're fighting. You take the weapon, you kill the enemy. I have no choice but to kill myself, my family, my friends, and the people who live next door because I don't want to be killed.

People marching demonstrators appealing for peace. People complaining about opposition to war online. People who write bad words about the US Army on their placards and treat the US Army in Segloamia as bad guys. No matter how many times you call war evil, it will never end the war in my country. If you do that, you will never come to peace. The only way to end the war and restore peace is to go to war.

If you really love peace and want to lose the war, instead of speaking out against it with self-satisfaction, you must help us. Come to our country, get your guns, and fight. Kill as many bad guys as you can who are ravaging our country. Join us in the war. That's the only way for us to find peace.

American soldiers and mercenaries are fighting for their lives and lending us a hand. We know, of course, that the United States is not sending soldiers with pure justice. No one believes that. But whatever the motive and the background, it's an indisputable fact that if we try them, they're the ones who are helping us with peace.

I will fight today and tomorrow so that a country that is still twenty years old and a little bit of segloamia will be a peaceful and rich country. Only by fighting, that's something you can't win.

If you take a gun and fight, you could be killed. But the death of those who fought and lost their lives is absolutely not in vain. If you think that even if I die, it could have been one of the foundations for everyone to live bright and peaceful, I think that would be fine. Besides, I wonder if I'll see my dead buddies again... '

The video ended abruptly there.

"It feels like it's halfway through, but I guess I've said everything I want to say."

Now I'm going to follow up on the late Mirko, my new home said.

The truth was that I couldn't think of anything. Various emotions were swirling. Some of those emotions I don't know how to describe.

"The English version had over a hundred million views. That's the second time Oliga's seen this. Why are you crying again? Crying Origer."

"Ugh... shut up... You were crying about your new home."

A new home teases Oliga, who is leaking a whimper.

I really felt like crying. I think of myself sobbing the same way in my head as I watch Origa.

"I mean, Seglomia should have wanted to keep her mouth shut about the use of mercenaries, but Mirko's publishing them on the internet video."

And Li Lei says with a crying smile on his face. When I'm old and my tear glands are completely weak, I don't like it but I'm aware of it.

"Look at the comments and you'll see, there seems to be quite a lot of guys affected by this video. Watching this video overseas, some of the guys actually headed to Segroamia are awkward. It was my last fight right after the video streamed, and I think about it in time, and no one would have actually joined the fight, but when I arrived, the war was over, so many guys said they kept volunteering for reconstruction activities, and I'm reporting on their activities. Looks like he quit the anti-war campaign. Maybe we all resisted online, including Mirko's appeal, when the U.S. troops didn't withdraw immediately."

Looking up at the sky outside the window, the new home said.

"Definitely."

Weeping tears, Origa says with certainty.

"At that time, we were certainly there, we had Mirko, Ignaz and Tomash, we had new homes and true friends, and we were fighting together, weren't we? I feel like a long, long time ago."

Origa also turned her gaze to the sky outside the window and was conscious. Memories of my country at the end of the sky and my homeland, once a battlefield. This place I'm in, this time I'm living right now. Connected in the same sky.

I really try to mimic my new home and origa and look out the window.

Truth is aware that this sky is still connected to a burning land of war somewhere in the world. There is still a war going on somewhere. Many humans suffer and are dead. They're killing me. He's killing it. And - among other things, there is joy and sorrow, and I keep carving out memories of my life.

Among the things that many people abhor, war, are those who advance and jump in on their own. Truly became one of them, and fought with them. It was a great day. It was heartfelt fun.

There is also a genuine desire to return to those days, but there is such a strong doubt that that is because those people were there at that time.

Truth now is, I think I figured out why my new home quit mercenary. With just one lost companion, the new home cut off mercenaries. I guess it was only on the battlefield with all my friends in my new home.

Truth is, I dream a lot. He wants to be next door to Johnny again and run through the bullet with him. He wants to shoot guns alongside his new home and Simons. He wants to walk downtown in ruins with Mirko, Origa, Ignaz, Tomash and others with guns in his hands. He wants to go back to the battlefield where it was only in dreams and memories.

Johnny and Mirko came out many times in their dreams. I can tell you I've seen you again and again in my dreams. They are dead, but they have not disappeared from their true hearts.

I also often dream of mothers and childhood taming sodas and Jen, but Johnny and Mirko, who have been together for a shorter period of time, come out more often in dreams than they should have been for a much longer time. The reason for this was well-documented.

45 Let's play with the kids on the battlefield. End

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