Episode 157. Russia vs EU (1)
Three weeks from Russia’s declaration of war.
A secret meeting of heroes against war was being held in the forest near Usnera, Russia.
“Mr Alexei. A reply came from Javan and Sergea.”
It was crazy to use electronic devices at the same time as now, so Pabalma was the main means of communication as in medieval warfare.
“What did you do at this age because of a fucking war-maniac?”
It was Alexei who sighed as he exchanged letters while smelling the smell of dirt at the base station set up in the cave.
“What if we introduced crypto just like the Europeans?”
“gibberish! Don’t you know that encryption from the human brain has become completely useless because of a quantum computer or something?”
“I will borrow one from Moscow University. command only—”
At the ignorant suggestion of his subordinate, who is an awakening of the Ganghwa system, Alexei waved his hand, cut off the horse, and opened the letter.
[Cannot join.]
“People who are sick!”
While Alexei was swearing bitterly, his subordinate unfolded the map rolled up on the table and recited the information he had heard through Pabalma.
“Overseas companies in Korea are withdrawing quickly.”
“Is there a good way?”
“Why don’t we block the airport so we can’t leave?”
“Say it! … after. Call me Margaret.”
There are few heroes against war in Russia. There is only a handful of people who can risk their lives. Those who gathered here were such people.
“All right.”
Alexei, who belatedly remembered that the Ganghwa subordinate was also like that, comforts him.
“Andrey. Don’t be so upset that I’m sunk. You shine more than anyone when you protect your comrades on the front line.”
“… it’s okay. I will call Margaret Yevsovna.”
Heavy footsteps went far beyond the burrow, and after a while, footsteps of similar weight resounded.
“Did you call? grandfather.”
Over 2m tall. Whole body muscles compressed beyond the limits of the human body. Hair neatly tied in a ponytail.
Alexei has a face that comes to mind whenever he sees her.
“Margaret. Whenever I see you, I always think of Putena.”
In the past, Alexei Vlydimirovich Putena, who was killed along with the Absolute Letter after being caught up in the principal’s scheme to take Swift, was the old man’s son.
“Putena always respected her grandfather as Vladimir. It was my habit to say that I wanted to become a soldier.”
Alexei Ivanovich Vladimiro is a soldier who has been awakened and trained as a professional officer.
He served as a key figure in the backbone of the military until a few years ago, but after the death of his adopted son, he lost all ambition and retired.
Afterwards, he opened a small hero’s office in his hometown, and soon after graduating from the academy, Margaret Yevsovic visited and begged him to take it as a sidekick.
“It did.”
Seeing Alexei immersed in rain, Margaret quickly changed the subject.
“Andrei-senpai said that it was a problem because overseas companies were missing. Is that why you called him?”
“right. Do you have any way?”
“There is something that comes to mind. But before I tell you, can I ask you a favor?”
“I want to tell you.”
“Please tell Andrei not to call me Yevsovna.”
“yes? hahaha! Yeps wanted to raise you like a man. Now that you are an adult, you can use Yevsovna as your middle name.”
“No, I like Yevsovic. My friends know me that way. It doesn’t matter to me that I will be promoting as a hero in the future.”
“I get it. I will tell you so, tell me what you think.”
“Wait.”
Margaret skimmed through the companies marked with red hatches on the map spread out on the table, then pointed to a spot with her finger.
“This company.”
“Milky food? This place is too small.”
Unlike other companies, they did not step out of Russia, but they were literally the size of a hole-in-the-wall store.
Aleksei shook his head, judging that this would make it difficult to supply food in Russia.
“If Grandpa pushes it, we can make up for it quickly.”
“yes? You sound like you know this company well.”
“My friend works here. If we do well, we can get a stable supply of materials.”
Margaret was one of the few who knew that Nam Man-hyuk was the owner of the Milky Foundation.
Nam Man-hyuk sometimes brags about his existence to children who are active in the future, and the Milky Foundation was included in his repertoire.
Of course, I didn’t even mention it to people like Kwak Jae-woo, who has a cheap mouth, or Antonio Goldenwood, who has room for a villain.
“how much?”
“I will ask you now.”
Alexei, who was trying to deter him to take out his holophone, quietly shut his mouth when he saw Margaret talking to someone while looking into the air without any movement.
“If you make a space for the land and stores, we will deliver it anywhere.”
“It’s hard to believe. Are you saying you can enter even though the borders and sea are blocked?”
“It doesn’t matter that I’m going to ‘jump’ in my own words.”
“Hey, tell me please. Don’t save the land even if it’s privately owned.”
At this, Margaret talks to someone again and bursts into laughter.
“Anyway, I guess it’s not Gaville.”
“Is the story over?”
“Yes, the Milky Foundation came up with a new proposal after hearing about my grandfather. They want to take over the positions of foreign companies.”
“It’s not difficult since almost all of the food companies are gone.”
“No, everything, including food.”
“… Margaret. Don’t get me wrong, listen. Is your friend crazy?”
Margaret answered without hesitation.
“Yeah, he’s the best kid I’ve ever known.”
* * *
Boo woo woo!
boo woo!
same time. White phosphorus bombs dropped by Russian troops in Vitebsk, a city near the Belarusian border, were pouring down like a torrential rain.
“White phosphorus? Those crazy bastards! Breaking the Geneva Conventions?”
“Is there anyone who has kept that agreement? You too, stop doing something else and come and evacuate the civilians!”
Before the war, Belarus and Ukraine forced civilians to relocate to the rear.
There was a lot of complaints, but the European Union succeeded in persuading the citizens by saying, ‘You and I can live in a house and a region.’
However, homeless people, illegal immigrants or criminals who are not included as citizens remain in the border area.
It was the job of the rescue heroes to lead them to a nearby temporary shelter.
“Aww! help me!”
A thief who was robbing an empty house hid in an alley to avoid the eyes of heroes searching for a private house, and then covered it with white phosphorus bullets.
He felt terrible pain from the gunpowder penetrating his body, and eventually his heart stopped in shock.
The hero, who was running after discovering the thief from afar, kicked his tongue at his droopy appearance and turned away.
In the deserted alley, the sound of a machine resounds softly.
side.
“We found an injured person. Active camouflage release. No observers within 5 km radius. Prototype healing rain injection and simple surgery approval.”
– Allow
The Medic Gear appeared at the entrance of the alley.
Part of the shoulder blades were opened with a click and sound, and bees came out and spit on the thief.
Then the stopped breathing returned, and then Medic Gear quickly installed a simple operating room, assembled a defibrillator, and gave an electric shock to the thief’s chest, making his heart race.
“Pulse check, blood pressure control complete. treatment progress.”
After completing the extraction of white phosphorus residue, Medic Gear declared the end of the operation by wrapping a sterilized bandage on the affected area and released the simple operating room.
side.
“The target will be transferred to the 7th ‘Milky Food-Flute Store’ in the C-91 area. Please confirm.”
-Confirm. … caution! Russian tank approaching. Leave immediately while maintaining active camouflage.
“Active camouflage is not possible due to muscle spasm in the patient. I will respond with a simple camouflage. Permission to use weapons.”
If active camouflage is transparent, simple camouflage is just a one-dimensional camouflage that covers only the appearance of a military coat of arms.
– Permission to exclude beam weapons. Minimize traces, kills, and recover survivors.
“I will take note. Check the front T-17 tank.”
Whoa!
“Step on it, Sergey! Destroy that too!”
At the head of the platoon, the commander of the Russian Army, who was running, crushing rescue heroes and homeless people into a caterpillar track, assumed that the structure in front of him, the Medic Gear, was a pile of boxes commonly seen nearby, and slapped the driver’s shoulder with his foot.
thud!
“Ouch! What, what?”
However, when Medicgear grabbed the main gun of an oncoming tank and pressed it down, the rear of the tank weighed more than 60 tons flashed.
Hot!
Then, with the main gun torn off the turret, the Medicgear struck the fleeing Russian soldiers like mosquitoes, stunned them and crumpled them into the empty cockpit.
– Approaching a tank platoon.
“I will leave.”
Shortly thereafter, a Russian tank platoon appeared as the Medicgear had left the area.
“Captain Raktor, there are survivors!”
“Bring me right now.”
The gunner, who was stunned by the impact of colliding with the Medic Gear, was dragged out of the tank by the soldiers.
👌👌👌👌👌
A catcher who was awakened by the baptism of a bucket of water sprinkled with Lactor.
“Pooh, it hurts. heh heh heh Where are you?”
“Give me the official name, soldier.”
“Sergeant, sergeant. Corporal… .”
The catcher, who suffered amnesia from a concussion, panicked when he couldn’t remember his name.
match!
Raktor raised his cheek with an expressionless expression.
“Ouch!”
“Sergeant. A total of six tanks were destroyed while we got here. It was all missing or dead. you are the only survivor Did you understand the situation?”
“Yes, yes.”
Raktor, satisfied with the appearance of the corporal who was raised in spirit after being slapped on the cheek, asked again.
“What happened here?”
“Here, so. Whoa, whoa!”
“Tell me, Corporal!”
When Raktor kicked and threatened him at his frustrated expression, the Corporal, who grabbed his head, spit out a word and lost consciousness.
“Chernobog has attacked us!”
When Chernobog, the god of death, came out of the corporal’s mouth, the faces of the other soldiers turned blue.
“Looks like the screw came off from a shock. Send him to the medical barracks and ask him again when he wakes up.”
Raktor hurriedly took control, but the soldiers were already agitated.
“Okay, I see.”
“… ttt.”
* * *
Tour.
“Honey show. Uh, Margaret. Are you suffering well? Yes, we are going to start milky food from tomorrow, so please let the residents know. uh, suffer After the war, let’s have a drink with the kids.”
The Russian distribution network was breached a few months ago when the mafia were organized.
All of the local madams are Russian, and they let things go without knowing who their superiors are.
I liked that the secrets were guaranteed and that the work instructions were done with micro drones planted in various places.
Richett, really.
Oh, in remote areas where the mafia distribution network does not reach, Medic Gear directly carries supplies.
It maneuvers while thoroughly maintaining active camouflage, so it will appear as if an object suddenly appears to the eyes of strangers.
That’s why we call it ‘jump’.
Turrr.
“Oh, soup?”
Swift’s nickname, Soup. On the first day of 3rd grade, he suddenly asked me to call him that. In two years, I endured a lot or something.
Wow, that guy still thinks I’m the academy member.
During the summer vacation of my 3rd year, I was working together at the request of the vice-principal, and even though I said no, I didn’t believe it.
– This war. is that what you intended
“no. Not at all!”
This is to make someone a war criminal.
-I get it.
drop.
hey look cool
Less than 10 minutes later, Richett’s excited voice reached his ears.
-farmer! I’ll send you an interesting video.
Soon, a scene of a battlefield appeared on the retina, and there were tanks and missiles flying in the sky.
“Yeah.”
Even if it was local, one battlefield was put into a lull by an individual.
Swift is protesting in its own way.
“yes?”
Soldiers jumping out of an overturned tank and running away, missiles detonated, and the sunset sky give me some inspiration.
“If you do this well, will you make some money?”
– What money?
In the empty battlefield, gold nuggets that had lost their owners were rolling around.