Volume I: Valkyries of the Battlefield

Chapter 1: Sniper in the Rain

"From today, you are transferred to Unit 422, codenamed No.93"

The man's voice was still in my ears, the sky was raining cold, and the cold, damp air was filled with the smell of leather mold, which was unpleasant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wearing the exclusive black military uniform of Unit 422, the young soldier sat in the back of the truck with his sniper rifle in his arms, his face gloomy.

“・・・”

'Who the hell am I?'

When I woke up, there were no allies around. Alone on the battlefield, a few meters to the left of the bleeding head, was dented by the explosion.

"I guess I was hurt by the blast wave of the explosion, that is, amnesia, I don't know exactly what kind of amnesia is, but after testing, he seems to have forgotten a lot of things," said Galia's medic doctor. And that's exactly what happened.

Yes, he forgot too much.

He forgot who he was a Galian, he forgot his affiliation and rank, he forgot his name, he forgot everything about this world.

As if all traces of himself had been erased, the whole world was shrouded in a cold gray.

The silver-haired young man named Hejolais Salshudin looked so unfamiliar with the identity materials he received from the military department, and the detailed identity and service records under him could not touch the cold heart in the slightest.

Looking at your own materials, but the feeling of being like a stranger is very uncomfortable, like being forced to swallow a live snake, which makes people sick.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what it was.

And after that, he inexplicably took on the charge of 'losing the battle due to the disadvantage of the battle', took off the unfamiliar blue military uniform, and replaced it with an equally unfamiliar black military uniform.

Became a member of Unit 422.

I don't know exactly what's going on, but since there are no familiar people in the world, it's all right.

"Hey, it's here!"

Crunch!!

The military vehicle braked, and the driver knocked on the rear window glass and motioned for Herales to get out of the car.

The latter glanced at him, took up his pitiful luggage without saying a word, and jumped out of the car - but even so, the glance at the driver still made the veteran's hair rise from the cold of the veteran.

"This guy..."

The veteran thought, "What a terrible look that is?"

Iron gray, lifeless, his eyes do not hold any emotion, because the pupil color is too light and it seems that there is no focus in the eyes, the desolation seems to be conveyed through his eyes, which makes people shudder.

It wasn't until the terrifying sniper disappeared into the rain and left the veteran's field of vision that he slowly recovered from that 'death' gaze.

"It's scary."

Muttering and pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, he held it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

He thought to himself, but then he smiled bitterly.

"I care so much..."

Stepping on the accelerator, with the roar of the engine, the military vehicle, slowly moving forward, gradually disappeared into the distance.

・・・

・・・・・・

In the rain, No.93 is slowly moving forward...

At the end of the field of vision, a makeshift camp was slowly unfolding in front of him.

The overall color is the same black as the military uniform on his body, and on the coat of arms, the fierce dog with its mouth tied is staring forward with one eye.

“・・・”

Smack...

Stopping, in the rain, the young man saw a man walking towards him.

Medium-long black hair, a calm but not overly resolute face, slightly cold eyes and serious pursed lips. The young man noticed that although the black military uniform he was wearing was roughly the same as his own, there were some differences in the details... But it didn't matter, the main thing he noticed was the number 7 on the man's left chest.

I lowered my head, and on my chest, there was something similar, but...

"Ensign Hejlores Salshuddin?"

"Yes"

"I'm No.7, the captain here - you're welcome"

The man held out his hand, a faint smile on his face.

Hejoles stared at his outstretched hand for two seconds before reaching out and shaking it.

"I'm No.93"

"Understand... So, come with me"

Under the guidance of the man, the two men walked inward, and along the way, the man began to explain the matters that should be paid attention to in this unit.

"First of all, No.93 may make you unhappy, but you're amnesiac, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's right, amnesia"

No.7 glanced at Hejolais and didn't see an uncomfortable negative expression on his face.

The young man didn't seem to care about this, and his eyes didn't even fluctuate in the slightest.

He replied, paying more attention, but focusing on the clearer and clearer of the camp.

Is it because he doesn't care about himself?No.7 pondered, but didn't ask. This is not an easy question, and it is not something that someone who has just met can talk about it in a nutshell.

"So, what are you good at?"

"What are you good at・・・Do you mean fighting?"

"Well, Unit 422 has recently received a very tricky task - although a good reinforcement was sent not long ago, I don't plan to give up every bit of combat strength."

“・・・”

Hejloles turned his head, looked at No.7, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Got it"

This captain is right, although it is a little impersonal, but from the perspective of a soldier, he can quickly consider the combat effectiveness of the new subordinates and the help they will have for the team - at the very least, he is also a qualified, even excellent commander.

"I'm a sniper, I'm good at using a sniper rifle, and I seem to have learned some dagger fighting skills, so I don't have any weaknesses. The dominant skills are long-range sniping and assassination"

"It seems..."

"Yes, because of amnesia"

What a useful way to put it -- No.7 didn't just think about it when he heard such an answer.

But, in the end, I don't have any intuitive understanding...

Snipers are good at sniping, and that's a matter of course, but how good is it? Dagger fighting has no weaknesses, but to what extent does it not have weaknesses?

"Can you show me?"

"Show... Are you asking me to shoot?"

"Yes"

"Is military law allowed?"

Seeing No.93's serious expression, No.7 smiled slightly again. Only this time, it was a little bitter.

"No problem - it's within the permission itself, and the nameless camp, it's far from the rest of the troops, no one will care about us"

"I understand, how far does that have to go?"

Hejloles thought for a moment, and finally gave up his intention to argue - not because he agreed to this slightly Meng Lang's order, but because he was too lazy to do so.

Although he is not a lazy person, he does not know if it is a remnant of his past personality or if he is essentially this kind of person... Although Hejoles has only recovered for a few days, he has already realized that he is the kind of person who does not like to do superfluous things.

"The best degree"

“・・・”

Silently, he raised his sniper rifle and pulled the bolt to load the bullet, Hejloles had already chosen his target.

"Is there a spare antenna?"

"What?"

No.7 didn't react for a while.

"Antenna, the car's—"

No.7 followed his gaze and saw the large truck that served as the supply core and mobile war room of Unit 422.

In that large vehicle, compatible with both cranes and engineering vehicles, each wheel had a man-high top of the vehicle - with several bifurcated metal poles, that is, antennas, protruding from the top.

"Yes—"

"That's good"

Subconsciously answered, but before No.7 could react to what this sentence was going to do.

Hejloles, has put on a perfect shooting pose.

The butt of the gun rested against the shoulder, turned sideways, and raised the gun.

His right eye locked onto the metal pole that was about two hundred meters away, blurred in the dim sky, through the optical sight, and stuck out his tongue.

The wind blew through the tip of his wet tongue - although he didn't know how he had developed it, he had mastered the speed of the wind with the experience and 'intuition' that remained in his head.

Adjust the slight difference in wind speed, and—after everything that had happened in a fraction of a second, he pulled the trigger.

Smack!!

Crisp sound of shooting.

"-Wait!?"

The blocking sound of No.7 came a little later.

In his incredulous gaze, the muzzle of Hejoles' gun, a flash of fire, pierced the dim night sky. Then, a bullet whizzed out in a spiral.

Ping Pong - !!

In the sharp metal explosion, it was also less than a few tenths of a second, and the middle end of the metallic antenna burst into a fierce spark that would only burst out when metal intersected. The colors burst out like fireworks, and then the top half of the antenna flew out in a spiral.

- Hejoles' bullet struck the middle of the rod with precision, breaking it in two.

It's as simple as that, but it's terrifying.

Looking at the lower half of the metal rod that was still trembling, No.7 couldn't say anything more in shock.

This guy is so strong!

It's simply not in common sense.,Even if you lose your memory.,It's definitely not an ability to be underestimated.,No.7 can't help but feel a sense of biological instinct of fear.。

Death--At this moment, the only word he could think of to describe this young man who should be about his own age should be the most appropriate.

In this windy rain curtain, a man who can easily interrupt the antenna hundreds of meters away... I guess there is no human who he can't kill, right?

"What's wrong?"

As if doing something very ordinary, Hejloles turned his head and looked at No.7 coldly. This relaxed appearance shows his easelessness.

"Awesome power... Reacquaint, No.7, Clut Owen"

-- And this kind of power is really good for Unit 422, which has always faced heavy tasks.

"Hejlores Salshudin・・・Call me No.93."

Clearly feeling the other party's kindness, the cold color on Heruolais's face finally decreased slightly.

"Yes, so do I"

"Well・・・No.7"