Chapter 363 – Exile (5)
“The monster… Talks?”
The Russian boy with a blank expression on his face didn’t even have acne. It feels like seeing child soldiers during the Korean War.
On the Korean Peninsula, after the distribution of vaccines, the number of young people taking up arms has disappeared. However, it is still easy to see boy and girl warriors in foreign countries.
“We are not monsters, but we are on the same side.”
I placed my hand on the young soldier’s head.
“You fought well. Reinforcements have arrived, so leave the rest to me. “Put the pistol away.”
“Ouch!”
A stalker hugged a child soldier and retreated behind him.
Exiles can be seen rolling their eyes through the shared helicopter view. The number is 74.
If they were infected, they wouldn’t have cared about who came in and would have rushed in to kill them, but they are now a separate species.
We keep an eye on the third force that suddenly appears.
Even when the stalker picked up the Russian who was groaning and collapsed 5 meters in front of him and was retreating, he did not attack him.
They just roll their sly eyes and try to explore us as best as they can.
“Kruk. Whoops. “Kruk.”
Flicking the tongue like a snake seems to be an act of mobilizing all the sense of smell to obtain information.
Each time, teeth that appeared to be 10 cm long were revealed. The more you look at them sprouting up in a disorderly manner like deep-sea fish, the creepier they become. Whether it’s in what you do or what you do.
[All the injured have been recovered.]
Stalkers have reported.
The reason we didn’t attack was to take out as many of the injured people scattered here and there as possible.
[Battle formation completed.]
Stalkers armed with miniguns and grenade machine guns formed a line.
In the past, a combat rifle capable of holding 20 rounds of 12.7 mm rifle bullets was the standard weapon.
This is because the main mission was investigation and the seizure of technical resources, and there was a lot of work to be done in narrow spaces.
Since it is not enough to simply destroy the enemy, a weapon that does not harm Stalker’s unique acrobatic movements was needed.
The result of a maximum compromise between firepower and movement is a large-diameter combat rifle.
However, the mission now is only annihilation. A standard weapon was needed that maximized firepower even if movement was somewhat limited.
The Russians who took a quick glance looked surprised at the dozens of combat robots they had never seen before. However, I think they recognized that we are not the enemy.
Under the command of an experienced middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader, each person took a fighting stance behind the stalkers.
Their faces, which had just recently felt the end, are now filled with relief and joy.
Kiyiing.
As the six minigun barrels began to rotate while making a distinctive sound, the Russians’ eyes were about to water.
The sound of dozens of barrels rotating resonates, making you feel like you have entered a factory.
A drum magazine larger than a watermelon is attached to the bottom of the minigun.
“Ha, haha!”
One of the Russians started laughing. It is not a lost laugh, but a laugh of conversion.
“Crrrr!”
The Exiles seem to feel like there is nothing more they can figure out, so they are about to rush in.
The large creature at the forefront roared, swinging the hook at the end of the tentacles on its back.
“Krrrr!”
“Klaralik-!”
As if responding to the loud roar, the remaining Exiles also howled in unison. It is a sound that can bring out the instinctive fear imprinted in the DNA of living things.
“Wipe it away.”
However, their cries were drowned out by the explosion that shook the heavens and earth.
Tremendous firepower poured forward from the line formed by dozens of stalkers.
The Exiles who were running in front of hundreds and thousands of minigun bullets were torn apart.
Like a slot machine that hit the jackpot, minigun shells pour out of the shell discharge port.
The heated brass shell casing fell on the cold snow field and created steam.
There were people who tried to swerve and cause trouble, or people who jumped high and messed with the aim, but it was no use.
Kwazijic!
The guy floating 6 meters in the air was turned into a firework by dozens of bullets going through his body.
Poop!
The guy who rushed at him holding his dead compatriot as a shield fell down with a hole in his torso.
Some took cover in rocks, but it was no use.
When the stalker holding the grenade machine gun pulled the trigger, a series of explosions occurred in the area.
The tattered body of Exile flies in the sky above the broken rock fragments.
The Russians who were firing to fight together stopped shooting one by one.
Because the difference in firepower was so severe, they decided that their support fire was meaningless.
When Exile runs up and aims his gun, countless yellow flashes have already pierced through, creating a mess.
What difference will it make if you throw some submachine gun or rifle bullets in there?
Considering life will become more difficult in the future, it would be wiser to save precious ammunition.
It would be a different story if the Exiles were a much larger army.
Kwaaaaa!!!
Finally, chain guns from combat helicopters began firing from the sky. Those who were climbing up from the bottom of the hill, which is the stalkers’ blind spot, are cut down by the rain trees.
“Kkereuk-.”
Did they decide that they couldn’t win?
The few remaining ones scattered and began to run away.
However, it is absurd to run away from a helicopter in an open plain.
The helicopter slowly turned 180 degrees and sprayed a rain of yellow bullets at the fleeing guys. Those who were running like racehorses rolled around, raising blood and dust.
The one-sided slaughter, no, the slaughter took less than a minute.
Bang!
Tatang!
The stalkers walked around and confirmed and killed Exile who was still breathing.
In the meantime, those who were moderately injured and incapacitated were captured alive.
Among the corpses, those who died instantly from a single headshot and whose bodies were still intact were collected for dissection.
Since we came here for battle and not for research, there is a limit to the amount we can take with us.
Therefore, both the living and the dead were selected as good as possible.
“Krrr… Luk?!”
A chain stopper is placed in the mouth of an Exile caught alive.
The Russians stared blankly at the work of those skilled stalkers.
I approached the one who seemed to be the leader among them.
“I am Manager Seo Jin-su, commander of the reinforcements. Are you their leader?”
Thanks to the real-time interpretation system, natural Russian came out.
The middle-aged man who was taking care of the bleeding man in the boat stood up and nodded.
“You’re right. “My name is Pyotr.”
“What is your position?”
“You just have to pay the ticket.”
“That’s right, Major Pyotr.”
I replaced his position with the rank insignia engraved on his military uniform.
Then I turned on speaker mode. Because this is something Russians also need to hear.
“Combat situation over. “There are many injured, so send a medical team immediately.”
[2 minutes before arrival.]
The Russians at the scene turned to happy faces at the emotionless machine voice.
“When it’s time to die, do you see anything in vain? “Who are you?”
The giant asked while lying on the ground and looking up.
“We are from Korea. We call these monsters you faced Exile.”
“Exile?”
A strange look appeared in Pyotr’s eyes.
“That’s right. And also an outcast.”
“Kiluruk-!”
A small roar was heard.
Immediately, some Russians pointed their guns in that direction. But I didn’t shoot.
There was Exile trapped in a restraint that even an elephant could not free.
“Keeeeek-!”
The guy is struggling and screaming. Then, the stalker who was transporting him punched him in the back of the head.
Boom!
Exile, probably in great shock, shakes his head and shakes his head. It’s not like I fainted, it looks like I’m exhausted.
The Russians who were aiming their guns at that scene lowered their guns with dumbfounded faces.
The captain-ranking officer holding the machine gun chuckles.
“Infected agents are called wights in Russia, right?”
“Yes.”
Peter answered.
“They are exiles because they are racially expelled from the wights, and they are outcasts because they are the ones who must be driven out of our Earth forever.”
“It’s not a bad name.”
“I built it.”
I wanted to grin, but I couldn’t make an expression with the machine body that had just descended.
“Are you human?”
The only teenage boy soldier approached and asked.
“That’s right. Although I borrow the body of a machine, I am human. The only human in this expeditionary force. “I’m controlling it from 3,000 km away.”
He pointed to other stalkers who were busy moving around.
“They are all automated machines, so I am the only one responsible for maintaining human etiquette.”
I pointed to the commander’s epaulette on my shoulder.
“But what is your name?”
“Isaac! It’s Isaac!”
“Yes, that was really brave.”
Upon scanning, Isaac appeared to be uninjured.
Pyotr, who had been watching quietly, opens his mouth.
“Are you from Polis?”
“You’re quick to notice. That’s the correct answer.”
Honestly, I was a little surprised.
“I heard the rumor. It is a city that not only preserves all pre-war technology and culture, but also develops them. “I didn’t know it would be this bad.”
Strictly speaking, the polis is just a shadow, but it is now meaningless to distinguish it separately. Because what symbolizes our power externally is the polis, not the shelter.
“It’s an ark. The largest ark of Earth civilization. “The Bible only loaded technology and resources, but Doraemon lives on our ark.”
“Dora… What?”
“There is such a thing.”
It seems like the world is truly ruined. No one recognizes Doraemon.
Just then, a helicopter carrying a medical team arrived.
The support unit started late because they sensed the battle and rushed in.
Duty robots painted green and with red cross marks on their chests and foreheads stepped down.
It is a lightweight humanoid composed of reinforced plastic and a steel frame without artificial muscles.
Although it is inferior to Stalker in all aspects, including strength, speed, and durability, its battery efficiency is overwhelming, allowing it to nurse patients for a long time. The cost of production and maintenance is also much cheaper.
“I’m alive now! Sukhoi!”
“Ugh…”
A man with a severed arm pulled out all the strength to show his thumb and then fainted.
“It doesn’t seem like there’s any need to spend the last of your strength on something like that. “They are such real men.”
“They are the best men.”
Peter said as if he was proud.
I took out a cigarette from the duty robot’s backpack.
“Do you all want to smoke?”
“Of course!”
All the men cheered and rushed in.
“You go away, dude!”
Isaac, who was sloppily approaching, was moved away.
“What kind of cigarette is a medic, or rather a medic robot? “I wouldn’t be able to smoke it with that body.”
A soldier with the rank of captain asked. It is said that his name is Mikhail.
“Because we can’t save everyone.”
The medical robot provided first aid to the person whose arm was cut off.
A coagulation spray was sprayed on the cross-section of the severed arm to stop bleeding and a high-performance artificial blood pack was injected.
It is an emergency transfusion solution that is 6 times more effective than the same amount of blood over 3 hours. It is used to prevent death from shock due to excessive bleeding.
“This is for people who received a wait-and-see (confirmed death) grade in wartime patient classification. “I’m going to die anyway, so shouldn’t I be able to at least smoke a cigarette?”
“Ha, that’s true too. It feels very… Very earnest.”
A man lying with a penetrating wound to his chest accepted a cigarette with shaking hands. Is his name Alexei?
“Don’t misunderstand. Because you won’t die. Luckily, the organ was completely avoided and pierced. It will hurt a lot, but I will live anyway.”
“Whoa.”
Alexei takes a deep breath on his cigarette and then exhales it.
“I desperately feel like I am more alive now than I was yesterday. Such delicious cigarettes…”
Alexei smiled despite his serious injuries, as if a puff of a shelter-made cigarette was more effective than an anesthetic.
“Take all of this.”
I took out three packs of cigarettes from the medic’s backpack and threw them into his chest.
“Quoooooh.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Alexei screamed as it touched the punctured wound.
“It’s okay… Thank you… Thank you.”
He endured the pain and somehow managed to smile.
“Duty robots are equipped with a confession function in addition to smoking, but that is not very popular.”
“What is the meaning of a prayer offered by someone without a soul?”
I nodded at Pyotr’s words.
“That is correct. “It’s right for the living to mourn.”
Now the stalkers were recovering the bodies of fallen Russians.
The men were depressed by the sight of their comrade’s corpse being carefully placed in front of them.
“Speaking of my fallen comrades, if it’s okay, would it be okay if I just cremated them? “I want to preserve the last moments of my brave colleagues as they are in my memory.”
Exile’s attack was so brutal and all kinds of bullets, explosions, and even self-destructions were rained down, so only three bodies were able to maintain their form.
The rest of the plate had to be picked up piece by piece with chopsticks. I didn’t want to show them that miserable side.
Did you understand what I meant?
As Peter looked around at his men, they all nodded.
“Please.”
“Leave it to me.”
Puhwaaaaak!
Stalkers with flamethrowers were walking around and spewing fire.
It was a day when the best failed, but the worst was avoided.
* * *
“We are going to the mining town.”
Peter said.
We had joined the refugees they sent earlier.
They cried and welcomed the halved warriors. I lowered my head, hugged him tightly, and kissed his cheek and the back of his hand.
The old men themselves dismounted from their horses, picked up seriously injured warriors, and led them by directly holding the reins.
“You said it was a union of several villages, right? “I guess it’s somewhere nearby.”
“Yes. “It’s a 40-minute walk.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll escort you on the way.”
Pyotr bowed and expressed his gratitude.
“The mining town is also the most heavily defended base nearby. It’s not safe anywhere, so if you’re going to gather, it’s better there.”
“Well, if you’re in a coal mine cave, your defense will be amazing.”
The militiamen nearby laughed at my words.
“What? Did I say something funny?”
“It’s not the town you think it is. A mine is a mine, but it is not a place to mine coal or iron.”
Peter said with a bitter smile.
And I learned the meaning of that laughter after I arrived.
“What kind of mine is this?”
What appeared before my eyes was a huge garbage dump.
However, there is almost no household waste such as cans or plastic, and various industrial wastes are piled up. You could even call it a mountain of waste.
“I would rather call it a mountain of garbage.”
“It’s not wrong, but the residents here really dislike that expression.”
Since they were almost at the entrance to the village, Pyotr spoke in a whisper.
“If you look carefully, you can find all kinds of useful things! There is truly no mine of treasure!”
One member spoke as if protesting.
Just by looking at him, he seems to have been dispatched from this mountain of garbage, or rather from a mining town.
I definitely felt that the defense was stronger than other camps I saw during the helicopter flight.
Unlike most villages that use wooden barricades, this one had a steel fortress made by tying together many car bodies.
As someone who needs to create as many friendly bases as possible in the vast Siberia, it is a place I am quite fond of.
The vigilante guarding the entrance stopped us.
“Da, da, what are you?!”
To be exact, they are stalkers who have a scary appearance and are fiercely armed.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
He grabbed the emergency bell handle and shook it wildly, and a loud alarm sounded.
“Do you mean we have to clear up misunderstandings like that in every village we want to connect with in the future?”
“Ahaha.”
Pyotr smiled embarrassedly at me, who was giving me a headache.
