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The two banshees did not spare even a square meter of space, and even the corpses would be repeatedly cared for by the machine guns.

Enemy planes unleashed a storm of flames.

Corpses, parts, stumps, dirt, etc., rose and fell before my eyes.

But I couldn't hear anything, it was like watching the oldest silent movie.

"I'm the only one left. I'm not a lucky general, I should change my name to Calamity. ”

There is only my own voice in my world, empty, lonely and lonely.

The tank crew sat in the captain's seat, like a broken sculpture.

I didn't even have time to ask his name.

If it's a time of peace, I'm sure I'll be able to become friends.

Feeling the wind blowing behind me, I looked back and finally understood why I had survived.

Half of the body disappeared, and the metal jet did not have the conditions for repeated sputtering.

"What hell of luck!"

I don't know if I'm laughing or not, I just find it sarcastic.

Of the six, only the most useless one is alive.

Is it because of incompetence and uselessness that every time we can escape?

The Banshee Fighter's venting stopped.

As far as the eye can see, there is a wreckage. It is estimated that there is no goal to stop.

I raised my middle finger at the planes hovering overhead.

"Lao Tzu is here, you come!"

I don't know how loud the shouting was, but the fighter plane with its head down turned around and flew towards me.

Damn, detected by tactical perception radars.

My heart immediately lifted.

thought that it didn't matter about life and death, but in the end, he was still afraid of death.

Stumbling out of the anti-aircraft vehicle, the enemy plane was already flying overhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the nose of the plane flashing with an orange-red light.

It's over, and the infantry, who are locked alone by the attack aircraft, have no hope of surviving.

It's not a matter of luck, it's a definite result.

This is the end of the so-called blessings.

The various colors of light that filled the field of vision dazzled, and not only was there no sound, but now there was no pain.

The dazzling light continued, and an irresistible force sent me into the air and fell again.

The gas from my lungs squeezed out of my chest, and the hot pain almost made me faint.

I can still feel pain, but I am still alive.

The light and shadow in my field of vision began to blur, and I caught a glimpse of the enemy plane struggling to fall.

Reinforcements?

Forced to this field, can the front finger still send reinforcements?

A familiar figure came to his side, sharp and fast.

He waved his hand to summon another.

Even though her face was obscured by the visor, she was still recognizable from her every move.

Karin...... You are indeed my savior...... Star, my ...... Goddess. ”

She opened her visor, revealing a tearful face. The warm little mouth was talking about something, but unfortunately I couldn't hear it.

"I ...... It's a disaster...... Get out of ......."

With the last of his strength, there was darkness in front of him.

Did Karin leave?

Or am I leaving this world?

It's quiet.

There were no guns and explosions, and I was not used to it.

The eyelids are heavy, numb and crispy, a little itchy, a little painful.

It's all too familiar.

There were months of pain that I had to endure every day.

Cellular activation therapy, I swear I'd rather die than endure a second treatment.

Since it still hurts, I can still receive treatment, which means that I am still alive. It shows that I still have to endure the pain of being alive.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I'm not lucky, but I'm so unlucky that I'm going to have to live and suffer over and over again.

This world is a real hell.

The best way to punish a person here is to keep him alive.

For the first time in my life, I had the idea of suicide, and it was also the first time I understood why someone would commit suicide.

The treatment was painful and I had to endure it all the time.

This time the injury was more serious than the last one, and the pain of cell activation was even more unbearable.

The damage to my eyes was worse than I expected, and I don't know how many days, I spent it in the dark. I also had problems with my ears, and I had to rely on the pain all over my body to make sure I was still alive.

I don't know how long it took.

A week?

Maybe a month.

When I was finally able to see and hear, I entered the intensive care room of the field hospital.

A dark and lifeless place.

I'm back again.

It's a shame that this place hasn't fallen yet.

Gloomy and decadent, here every breath is reminiscent of life passing.

"Alas...... It's better to die! ”

"Humph! And only a living person would say that. ”

The sudden sound scared me half to death.

In such a place, it takes courage to turn your head and identify the source of the sound.

On the next bed, there was a guy covered in bandages.

The only thing on his body that wasn't covered in bandages was his trademark bald head.

"Counselor Kim? Is that you? Kim Yong-tae of the 172 Brigade? ”

"Really, when did Lao Tzu become so famous? How nice would you be if you were a girl? ”

I shrugged in embarrassment, not knowing how to respond to him.

There was no response for a long time.

After looking closely, he found that the bandages in his eye sockets reflected two blood holes.

This one can't see what I'm doing.

"Ahem, we fought on the same position. I am Zhao Ping of the 2205th Division, the Special Service Company. ”

"Ah, I remember you, that blessing will be right. Hehe, I guess your injuries are not light, I haven't heard any movement for so many days, and I thought you were brain dead. ”

"It's not brain-dead, it's not much worse. How many days have I been here? ”

"Hmph, you look at me, do you seem to know the time?"

Staff Officer Jin seemed to laugh, but for his dress, it was really difficult to make an expression.

What I saw was a mummy, making an eerie scream.

It's not enough to talk to such a person in the dark room.

Trembling, I reaffirmed the fact that I was still alive.

Life continues in the hospital room, in the treatment room, and in pain throughout.

Perhaps it is the relationship of human resources withering, and nurses are replaced by robots.

Every day in front of the cold machines and gloomy rooms, chatting with Counselor Kim to pass the time became my only pleasure.

From him, I learned about the changes in the situation of the battle after the full-range interference was restored.

Sure enough, as I thought, Zhang Tianhao gave up his troops and fled almost alone with the brigade headquarters.

Because of his connections, the surviving remnants of the 172nd Armored Brigade paid a great price, losing all their heavy equipment before escaping from the enemy's encirclement.

The surviving fighters did not receive a respite. They immediately fell into the rout of the army, and involuntarily joined the chaotic queue.

Without communication and communication, the troops had to fight on their own, and in particular, the command system of many units was damaged or even destroyed by the precision strikes of the naval guns.

The dragons have no leader, and the rout cannot be stopped.

Kim Yong-tae managed to contact some of the mid-level officers in the defeated army, intending to reassemble the army.

It is a pity that every time order is restored a little, enemy air raids and harassment by special forces come as scheduled.

The officers became the key targets of the sniper attack, and one by one the capable mid-level officers fell forever in the makeshift assembly area, so the troops were scattered again.

The rout continues.

After several attempts to assemble, all of which were scattered by the enemy, he finally realized the enemy's strategy.

The hateful aliens do not intend to destroy them there, but to break the defense line of the troops behind the fortress with a rout.

Seeing through the enemy's plan, Kim Yong-tae was even more painful.

He was powerless to prevent the rout from being used, and he was unable to contact the front fingers.

Seeing that in front of the retreating troops, an organized line of defense of our army appeared.