When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield - Chapter 23
When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield chapter 23
An explosion hit the whole body.
At the same time, the building shook, the body was pushed, and the momentary heat blew hot.
I had to reflexively avoid it.
I lowered my center of gravity, lowered my head, and turned my gaze for a while.
The aftermath of less than a second shook the inside once and disappeared, and silence fell inside.
By the time something like a pitchfork or a piece of stone falls.
I quickly checked from the other side.
The building hadn’t collapsed, but everywhere inside it was giving off dust as if it had collapsed.
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Looks completely incapacitated.
Fortunately, it was not so comfortable in my head.
Soon, a shallow sigh came out.
“Whoa… … .”
Because I just didn’t anticipate the attack.
Of course, I knew there were enemies beyond the window, but that was always about guys with AK-47s.
The anti-tank grenade thrown at the dying moment was the first I had ever seen.
If I hadn’t known that they were shooting from the other side, or if I had left the whole guard to Ivan or my teammates, if I hadn’t aimed at the enemy.
Out of all the assumptions, there was only one result.
‘I could have been killed if I was pushy.’
Thanks to his steel mentality, his heart rate didn’t rise or his hamstrings tremble, but that was the cause and effect.
I was just standing on the line of death.
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Looking at the miserable scene across the street, I shook my head slightly.
‘I have to rely on Lareple in moderation… … . If we do something wrong, we could die before a nuclear war… … .’
I solved the given situation with my experience and judgment, and it seemed that I was complacent because it was resolved almost amicably.
So was this mission.
I moved with that mindset that I would be able to save the clients according to my play.
Because I have characteristics and experience.
But, that wasn’t the case. It was my mistake.
The story couldn’t be twisted, and now something unrelated to the game might come out.
‘Steel mentality is good, but… Even when I have to lag behind, I’m fine as f*ck, so I want… … .’
Around the time when I was trying to get my mind together by blaming my idiosyncratic traits.
A beat-delayed shout broke out.
“! ساعدني! الجدار مكسور (Help! The walls are down!)
“! اوووه! عيني يا عيني! لا أستطيع رؤية أي شيء (Aww! My eyes, my eyes! I can’t see anything!)”
To be precise, it was the clamor of the building opposite.
The building itself was not destroyed, but a situation where enemies inside screamed as parts of it collapsed or collapsed.
It was when Jose lowered his posture and was wary of the window.
A soft curse flowed from Ivan’s mouth.
“sh*t… … .”
He looked between the overturned tables and before he knew it, he knelt down on one knee.
Even without asking, I could see why.
Because there was a dead body.
A Russian mercenary dressed in a white shirt, beige cotton pants, and a body armor and tactical vest.
And before I could even get close, I realized that he had died.
It was because the amount of blood that he must have shed was so great that all kinds of footprints were stamped on it.
More than half of the blood in the body must have come out.
Above all, his face was severely damaged as if he had been assaulted, and even a gun hole was pierced through his temple as if he were being executed.
Same with the other mercenaries a few steps away.
‘Was it fate to die… … .’
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Leaving behind the bodyguards he couldn’t save in the game or in real life, he turned around.
I shouldn’t have cared more about the dead. There must have been a rescuer who might be alive in this.
Was it alive and hiding, or was it lying down like a bodyguard?
It would be a pity if even that died, but fortunately, Ivan and one of his subordinates were still alive and well. If the gameplay was a little off, everyone would be a casualty, but that wasn’t a bad thing yet.
And important results came quickly.
“Find a survivor! Please make sure you are the requester.”
It was Rachel’s voice.
She waited with her gun pointed, and Ivan and the rest of the SVR went into the kitchen together.
I followed suit, but I heard Russian from inside.
A voice mixed with crying and trembling as if nervous.
Asking for help, saying thank you, let’s get out quickly, and talking incoherent gibberish.
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Looking at him, fortunately, his limbs were intact, and he did not appear to be injured anywhere.
In other words, the mission is a success.
‘Okay, I just need to get out… … .’
while shaking their heads.
Interpretable Russian came into my ears.
“Переводчик исчез, Я точно был вместе… … .(The interpreter is gone, he was definitely there….)”
“Давайте вернемся и поговорим об остальном. (Let’s go back and talk about the rest.)”
Ivan stopped talking, but he knew what was going on.
The interpreter had committed a betrayal of selling information, just like Scott had done.
It wasn’t because I understood Russian, but I knew it well because I played the game.
The interpreter had sold information to Sergei.
And that information ended up in the hands of Pikal, the most important main villain in Lareple and the main culprit of the nuclear war.
This was unavoidable and, in a way, natural.
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Lareple itself is a game to stop a criminal named Pikal, and the ending also ends with a nuclear war created by Pikal.
At that thought, I shook my head.
‘Some guy’s villain isn’t even the main character… … .’
In fact, there were many such words.
The story that the steamed main character of Lareple is Pikal.
It was worth it. Because it was Pikal who achieved the goal of nuclear war.
I used to laugh and sympathize with the sound of nuclear war ending too many times, but now I can’t. That didn’t work either. I just had to oppose it.
Of course, Sergei and the traitors who were on the front line were also important villains, and they shouldn’t be the main characters, but the important thing was Pikal.
It was because the idea of nuclear war and the money to support it came from him.
Just as he was about to sigh, fortunately good news came.
– This is bravo! 4 usable Humvees with M60s came from Jordan as support, send me your current location!
It should have taken a few more minutes, but it arrived faster than expected.
But I couldn’t go out to meet him all the way.
We were still on the battlefield.
bang! bang! Valid!
A gunshot rang out immediately.
Jose, who had been prying out his eyes from the window on the second floor, shot it toward the street outside. At the same time, there was the sound of AK-47 bullets counterattacking, followed by rapid gunfire from the building entrance.
bang! Valid! Valid! bang! bang!
I didn’t see it, but it must be Marcus, who is guarding the entrance on the first floor.
Again, the radio continued.
-Enemies appear near the entrance on the 1st floor, support wind.
As I signaled to Jake that I was going, I heard José’s annoyed voice.
“Damn it, they look like f*cking zombies. Hear the explosion and watch the crowds come. I want to blow it up with a hellfire.”
It couldn’t be because there were civilians there, but anyway, there was still a lot to deal with.
It seemed that the situation would end just by looking at the radio, but in reality it was not.
They had to find an escape route, rendezvous with friendly forces, and board the Humvee safely. And even the moment we got out, we had to be careful of heavy machine guns, RPG-7s, mines and anti-tank grenades.
It was completely different from the game leading to the next episode after hearing the news of reinforcements.
So I went down the stairs and saw Marcus leaning against the wall at the entrance to the first floor.
The dark skin shining against the desert-colored helmet is in stark contrast.
Perhaps feeling my presence first, his mouth opened.
“Yes, it is me.”
“It’s fortunate, a reliable sharpshooter has arrived.”
“hehehehe, so how is the situation?”
“They are growing. Only confirmed, at least 8 people. and… … .”
The moment I was talking.
bang! bang! Tattang! Tata Tang!
Marcus fired again and pulled out to the side.
The bolt was pushed back and stopped.
means the magazine is empty.
My feet moved in line with his shouts.
It had only been a few times that I had gotten it right in training, but I reflexively jumped into his vacant spot.
Marcus also stepped aside.
And as he aimed at the enemy right on the shoulder, his low words continued.
“… It’s just fine. I was about to ask to change seats.”
“Because of the shot?”
At first glance, his tactical vest was empty, and he said it because he had only one 30-round magazine.
It means that 90 shots were used out of 120 shots possessed.
Perhaps because of that, he avoided shooting as much as possible, which felt like a waste of ammunition.
However, the answer that came back was different.
Before I knew it, Marcus, who was seated across from me, grinned.
“No, I was thinking that if it were you, you wouldn’t have defeated all eight of them the moment you saw them.”
“Thank you, but if you’re having a hard time, it’s not going to be easy for me either.”
I was happy because it was the recognition I received from Delta Force, but the back story was also sincere.
Thanks to its characteristics, aim correction is made and it is possible to shoot immediately, but if he, who is Delta Force, can not shoot, it will not be easy for me either.
Because if you don’t recognize it or don’t aim, you can’t shoot.
At the very least, you need to be aware of the enemy and aim.
“No, Lee. You are different.”
“… … .”
To put it bluntly, it’s not because of my skills, but because of my characteristics, but I didn’t bother to add anything else.
It was quiet.
Anyway, I had to use it as if it were my own. Even if it wasn’t that, in order to survive, to prevent a nuclear war, I had to use all the given conditions.
After such a brief thought, I saw a crack in the rubble of collapsed bricks in the optical scope.
It was a shape that seemed to pass by.
Perhaps after being shot by an explosion, he seemed to have shrunk tightly.
But it wasn’t running away.
They were crazy fanatics, so there was no way. to prepare something
“Kill them all.”
The moment I answered briefly, they finally showed up.
AK-47, of course, along with a heavy machine gun that didn’t come out in the game.
It looked like they were going to grind us down with .50 caliber bullets.
‘Is this why you hid?’
The moment I finished my judgment, I pulled the trigger while talking.
“Enemy machine gun found.”
Turong-! Empty! Empty! Empty!
The machine gunner passed over, and even the assistant gunner who was trying to grab the handle was hit.
Then, through the neck microphone, he announced that he had disabled the machine gun, and at the same time, he took down all those who were carrying AK-47s or taking up empty gunner positions.
Empty! Empty! Empty! Empty! Empty! Empty!
Around the time when the percussion through the silencer continued endlessly to the point of deafening my ears.
With a clap, the chamber was empty.
As he spoke, he quickly backed away, giving Marcus his seat. At the same time, it was time to remove the bullet case and insert the third bullet case.
I heard Marcus’ voice.
When he raised his gaze, a strange smile hung over his mouth as he looked into the optical sight.
“Huh, that’s funny. If I’m hard, you won’t be easy either? Are you kidding me?”
“If you tell me to kill everyone, I can kill you… Why did you say such a weak thing?”
At the same time, Jose’s voice was transmitted through the in-ear receiver, as if he had witnessed it from the second floor.
– Oh, f*ck. what? Futuristic guided electron bullets, did you shoot something like this? Didn’t you completely annihilate them with just bullets?
I could also hear the car engine sound.
The long-awaited Jordan PMC support Humvee was approaching.
Then Marcus added a laugh.
“Look, I said you were different.”