When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield - Chapter 38
When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield chapter 38
The moment when the ceiling of the restaurant is visible through the thick dust, and the lights flicker and then go out.
As if a forgotten memory came to mind, I realized the current situation.
“… … !”
Muslims, machine guns, RPGs.
The words came to mind as scenes.
7.62×54mm bullets from the type 73 anti-aircraft machine gun used in North Korea hit like a shower, and RPG bullets flew into the middle of the lobby and exploded.
To put it simply, the situation was swept away.
As I hurriedly touched the tiled floor, pieces of stone and shards of glass stung my palms.
‘Vision, hearing, and touch are all fine… … .’
I felt the taste of dust in my mouth, and pulled my limbs to see if they were fine for a while.
A sigh of relief came out.
There were a few scars on each piece of exposed skin, and the coat she wore was torn in pieces, but it was thanks to the normal movement of her important body and limbs.
Of course, there were throbbing pains in my shoulders and back, but that didn’t matter.
You should be able to apply a patch after the battle.
What mattered was that my limbs were intact.
Then, the moment when he took off his cumbersome coat and set it down, fixing the MP7 gun hanging from the gun harness.
As footsteps spread near the front door, I heard whispering Arabic.
Crooked words you don’t understand even in 11 language packs.
Quickly pressing the transmit button on the radio, I announced their approach.
“… This is Car No. 1, they are approaching the front door.”
And just as I was about to take a kneeling position, I saw something covered in dust on the side.
It didn’t take long to realize what it was.
“Rachel… … !”
I couldn’t bear to shout out loud enough that only she could hear it, but I didn’t even move.
With a swearing, I quickly crawled up and put my hand under my nose to check for breathing, and at the same time check for any bleeding.
Fortunately, he was breathing and there was no blood.
It seemed highly likely that he suffered a concussion from the impact of the RPG.
However, it was difficult to diagnose or monitor any more.
It was because of the sound of footsteps getting closer.
I radioed again.
“Car No. 2, this is Car No. 1, no ceremony for Rachel. Please apply immediately.”
While moving in search of silver and cover, the answer came back before it was too late.
– Car No. 2… Damn it, Jose! Can I go to support in the 1st car?
It was Jake.
He must have been hit as well, and at the end of his words it sounded like exhausted breathing.
Come to think of it, there was no way I could be fine.
The RPG-7 broke through a lobby window and landed in the middle, because it was closer to Jake than me in distance.
If you’re unlucky, you may have been wounded by fragments of an exploded warhead or structural fragments.
It is not at the level of scratching the skin, but situations where it is difficult to stop bleeding because it is deeply embedded or penetrated into the flesh.
Just as he was about to let out a sigh, fortunately, he heard José’s answer.
– I’ll go right away.
-Then let me help Lee… Car No. 3! What about the situation?
At the same time, Marcus’ voice continued.
-It’s still worth holding on, I’ll call Jose if I’m in a hurry.
-What about the civilians?
-It’s safe with no injuries, now all of them have turned off the power and entered the refrigerator.
-Fortunately, I requested support from the local military and police, so they will come soon. to hold on and… lee!
Jake called me by my name, not by saying Car No. 1, and breathed rather heavily.
-… Can you drag Rachel into the kitchen?
“It is a bit difficult now.”
He pointed the gun at him while answering briefly.
It was because of the sound of footsteps approaching.
“It’s right before the engagement, so I’ll go after I’m done.”
With those words, he pulled his throbbing shoulder and held the gun straight.
Fortunately, the muzzle did not shake, the fingertips were intact, and the heart, which should have been beating like crazy, was calm.
Then, right before the detonation, it was around the time that even my head was clear.
curse came out
“Sickness… … .”
This situation wasn’t a little bit like playing the game, it was because it was so different.
It was because there were two to three times as many personnel, and there were several RPG-7s that were not there, and a type 73 battalion machine gun operated by North Korea was also mounted.
I don’t know why it’s here, but the important thing is that I have to deal with it all.
By the time I was determined to be even more fierce about this.
The head of an approaching enemy was marked with a red dot.
I immediately pulled the trigger and incapacitated them with rapid fire like a barrage.
To Do Do Do! Do-do-do-do!
A nearby zealot wearing a kerchief knocked down two of them, knocking down the one who was about to pounce with wildfire.
It was only then that the rest of the personnel who approached fired as if pouring bullets from AK-74s.
Talk about it – talk about it! Fight, fight, fight!
Tadadak! Clink- Kwajik!
I quickly dodged it, but fragments of broken floor tiles, dust, and unknown debris began to come out after the pouring bullets.
It’s hard to keep my eyes open properly.
Sharp and hard fragments bounced nonstop over his face and whole body, turning his head.
In addition, the pain was transmitted from one side of the bulletproof plate on the chest, as if it had been hit by a bullet.
“Hey… … !”
I was in a hurry and fired a flash grenade.
both of which he had.
It was not enough to be used at the front door of a restaurant, not in a closed room, but it was not an easy object to be hit right in front of the nose.
I will definitely avoid it, and I will have a moment to spare.
I had to fight back then.
But, fortunately, it worked better.
“! إنها قنبلة يدوية (It’s a grenade!)”
“! احترس (Be careful!)”
The guys who were shooting and grinding must have mistaken it for a grenade, and they scattered with a sound.
At the same time, a flash grenade exploded.
If it was indoors, there would have been an explosion like a grenade, but since it was outdoors, it was no big deal.
But that wasn’t the point.
It wasn’t because I didn’t mean to kill it with a flash grenade in the first place.
When there was a momentary gap, I pushed my upper body out slightly and immediately pulled the trigger.
My aiming point pierced the heads and bodies of the scattered enemies without an inch of error.
Those who were hit either went to the other world or collapsed and wriggled like fish that had run out of breath.
It was an instant.
Nine people had just been killed or wounded in the attack.
Then a shout erupted from one side.
“! القرف! أطلق عليها الآن (Damn it! Shoot it now!)”
At the same time, bullets started pouring in again.
Papabak! Clink! To de deuk-
I had to hide my head in a hurry as something broke and exploded at the barrage of bullets.
And I, fortunately and unluckily, witnessed the sh*tty sight before that.
It was a fleeting moment, a scene.
The RPG-7 and the Type 73 anti-aircraft machine gun.
It was the sight of these two combinations being prepared again.
I wasn’t just watching it.
Obviously, the RPG-7 and Type 73 anti-machine gunners were sent to the goal one by one.
As a bonus, I also shot the guys next to me.
At least 15 people would have been killed by now, but these radical Muslims were still attacking as if there were 30 of them.
They were really crazy.
Before it was too late, I lowered my upper body and ran toward Rachel.
It was because it was difficult to counterattack now.
It was possible to secure sight and cover, but there was no angle to shoot.
What’s more, even now, they were shooting wildly at the windows and doors, to the point where they would fly off if they stretched out their hands to return fire.
As if snatching it up, the moment I grabbed Rachel’s coat collar and a tactical vest, a helping hand was added.
It was Jose who had run up before he knew it.
The moment he dragged Rachel and ran at full speed.
An explosion rang out as the RPG-7 hit the front door.
The building shook, and the flames and dust rushed behind him, staggering his body.
But luckily it was far.
Rather, Rachel, Jose, and I were closer to the kitchen, where Jake was waiting with the door open.
“Come in quickly!”
It was when he hurriedly dragged Rachel inside.
“Damn it! How is Rachel? Lee, are you okay?!”
Jake asked urgently, and I immediately understood why he sent Jose instead of coming himself.
It was because one of his hands was holding his side as if it were uncomfortable.
“Team Leader? why the body… … ?”
“Goddamn shrapnel stuck. you?”
“ah… Yeah, I’m fine, Rachel’s like a concussion. There were no injuries… … .”
He paused while answering.
It was because Jake’s brow was severely distorted as if he was enduring pain.
“… Is the team leader really okay?”
“Yeah, enough to stand still. don’t worry.”
I said that, but my expression didn’t relax.
It might be because she slept soundly like Rachel, but it was not easy to see her suffering like Jake.
Before he knew it, blood was gradually rising from his hand that was clutching his side.
It was then.
“Jose! support! The bastards are coming!”
Marcus shouted from the back door of the kitchen, and at the same time a hail of bullets was heard.
Between Jose jumped out almost reflexively.
I looked at the kitchen door.
It was a bare wooden door. If you shoot them with a gun, they will all be penetrated and there will be holes.
However, since only the door was made of wood and the rest of the walls were made of rebar and concrete, it was enough to withstand it as an obstacle.
Just make sure you don’t come through this hole in the door.
There was just a problem.
‘If an RPG flies into the kitchen, it’s all going to run out… … .’
Fortunately, the civilians went into the large refrigerator storage inside the kitchen and were not hit.
But not our Charlie team.
Whatever came into the kitchen would be difficult to counter.
However, if I went out to the lobby, it was almost certain that I would be killed by RPG-7s or bullets flying through the already broken windows.
So I had no choice but to do my best to defend it so that nothing could come inside.
The answer came quickly.
‘I stop here.’
I slightly opened the wooden door and took a shooting stance from there.
I answered Jake’s call by staring straight ahead.
“I won’t let you into the lobby. No, even if you come in, you won’t be alive.”
“… Okay, now I just have to trust you.”
A crashing, crashing sound was heard.
I almost turned around without realizing it, but fortunately his voice continued.
“sh*t… I’m dizzy from some bleeding.”
“… Just lie down.”
That’s what I was going to say, but it came from somewhere else.
“I will press. And now how… No, the situation is very bad.”
It was Rachel’s voice.
After that, Jake’s voice added.
“Rachel, are you okay? Headache or nausea?”
“It’s a little dizzy, but it’s okay. First of all, lie down first. Come this way.”
While the two wounded are talking like that.
I quietly gazed ahead.
‘The distance to the front door is about 19 to 22 meters, and an MP7 can do it all… … .’
I didn’t intend to give them a chance to fire an RPG-7, nor a chance to bring a Type 73 anti-aircraft machine gun and shoot it.
It will knock down all who come in.
the moment you made up your mind.
Do-do-do-do! To Do Do Do!
My MP7 caught fire, and the first one and two that came in were knocked out.
Even the flinching third target.
Wait for the screams of the less dead to resonate.
The air inside seemed to change, and then a rampage began.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a machine gun.
In addition, he even shouted the famous Allahu Akbar.
“! الله أكبر (Allah is great!)”
and started jumping.
They were rushing in as if they were trying to stand up for a cannon fodder.
“These crazy bastards… … !”
I pulled the trigger fast enough to cause cramps in my index finger and repeated the wait.
The incoming guys started to crumble.
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Several of them collapsed on the spot, but at the same time, there were also those who jumped over 10M due to inertia.
In the meantime, the kitchen door penetrated and a piece of wood flew out.
Papabak! Piyong—! Great! Kwajik!
The moment I heard the wooden door completely shattered, the moment I felt pain in the exposed shoulder area as if something had hit me.
Even the last guy who rushed at me while shooting was knocked down.
“Whoa… … .”
Take a moment to breathe a sigh before the fierce battle.
I noticed later that my right shoulder was wet with blood.
And I realized it while I was grinding the bullet house.
There are quite a few corpses piled up in the lobby, and the fact that most of them I figured out are dead.
“… At this rate, aren’t there only one or two left?”
There were 26 people in all, including those who held out at the front door of the lobby and shot and killed them at the entrance to the kitchen here.
And the troops I first reported were 30.
That, too, was a generous number.
Originally, I thought it was about 26-28 people.
In other words, all of them are dead now, or there must be one or two.
As I finished the checkout, I got up and looked towards the back door where Marcus and Jose were.
“Deputy team leader, how is the situation?”
“Still waiting, hold on because it’s a steel door!”
“after… I’ll clean up outside and go back.”
Then I looked at Rachel and Jake, who were bleeding.
It was a situation where first aid was being given, but it was all broken wooden boards and stone fragments, all covered with dust.
Maybe I’m no different.
Before I knew it, Rachel spoke out as if she had read my mind.
“You can go out and see. The team leader is still fine.”
“… Let’s do a favor.”
He moved both of his sore and throbbing shoulders, holding the gun as he walked.
And as soon as I left the kitchen, I saw two figures.
Manipulating an RPG-7 on a pickup truck and loading a Type 73 anti-aircraft machine gun.
I don’t know if it’s bad, a mistake, or a joke, but it was good anyway.
Because I got killed first.
I quickly made it into an invoice, and then moved while being wary of a building facing an empty vehicle.
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It was because I had to kill all the things in the back door.
It’s not half of the troops, they’re all dead and they’re going to be martyred even if there are only two left.
But it soon stood tall.
“… … ?”
It was because a military truck was coming along with a rough engine sound.
Hanging the flag I saw at the government building today.
In the passenger seat was also the interpreter officer I had seen there.
In other words, it meant local reinforcements.
“Come early, sir, sir… … .”