When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

A few days later, on December 26th.

The morning after Christmas.

Before sunrise, 32 Army Special Operations members, two platoons, gathered at the parade ground.

It was said that it was an elite unit of Camarnia, and they were standing in line with each other, but it was a little sad to see them.

It wasn’t because I was on a mission the day after Christmas or because I was enduring the cold by blowing out my breath.

Because that was me too.

The appearance of the Army Special Forces itself was pitiful.

Russian camouflage-patterned combat uniforms, Pakistani-made MP5s instead of German H&Ks, and even plain-patterned helmets made in their own country.

It wasn’t unfamiliar because I’d seen it in a game, but the inside wasn’t very good either.

The bullets used to kill the enemy were low-end products processed in Eastern Europe, and the bulletproof plates used to survive the enemy were made in China, where the organs would explode if hit.

This was a detail that didn’t even exist in the game, so I was amazed, but Jose seemed to feel the same way.

He smoked a cigarette and shook his head.

“Ooh, how many countries are those guys wearing? Considering our nationality, even the Olympics would be possible.”

I laughed too, but Marcus tapped Jose on the shoulder.

“Turn off your cigarettes, because the brigadier is coming.”

“Oh, I just smoked… … .”

While José cut off the tip and put it in his pocket, a brigadier with a star on his rank stood on the podium.

It seems like it came out as my first practice, but it was fortunate that the speech was not long.

It was because I was tired and the actual operation was right in front of me.

After a rather loud salute, the brigadier went down, and the battalion commander, Maxim, who actually helped us in training, came up and boosted the morale of the soldiers.

It was mainly words like ‘I can do it’, ‘Let’s do it’, and ‘Let’s show it’, but it was okay.

The soldiers’ salute and chants became louder than before.

After receiving the salute, Maxim immediately gave the order.

“I am a member! Get in the vehicle!”

With those words, I watched as the troops climbed into the car.

I knew it, but watching the burning made me scratch my head.

It was because they rode in a Toyota pickup truck painted to resemble Russian camouflage patterns.

It is also a vehicle with a light machine gun installed arbitrarily.

In fact, it was on the same level as an armed group, but Jose’s voice was heard again.

I wasn’t talking about the vehicle, but about the current situation.

“after… Anyway, the operation was fine, so there should be no problem. Right, chief?”

“Yeah, the plan was fine.”

Jose asked, puffing out smoke, and Jake answered briefly.

As I said, the operation was in compliance.

It was thanks to the fact that he had already figured out the weather, soil quality, building structure, civilian traffic, and other precautions in the operational area, and the Camarnia Army Reconnaissance Corps had promised to operate even old-fashioned unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that were said to have been donated from Eastern Europe.

In addition, Rachel was also going to fly her personal drone near the operation site, and in the meantime, was going to move along a set route.

The target is 1 main building and 2 suspicious buildings.

Me, Jake, and Jose would lead a pre-allocated team, and the streets and rear were to be guarded by Marcus’ assigned personnel.

A situation in which the specific plan was only discussed an hour ago because there was a possibility of the operation being leaked.

Everything looks good, but there was one thing that stuck.

It was not a heavy weapon or homemade explosives such as IEDs that the rebels made or modified with their own hands.

I was always taking that risk.

It was my job to train hard and wear expensive equipment in order to survive there, including me.

However, only one thing, the story of Lareple took a while.

Nuclear war is a big story, so it will go as it is, but it was because the details of the story changed too much.

Especially since coming to Camarnia, it had gotten worse, and now it seemed impossible to predict.

It’s the same now.

‘Originally, I was going to find Sergei’s subordinates after clearing out about 3 bases and go there… … .’

I couldn’t finish my thoughts.

It could be a ridiculously intense engagement, like a restaurant attack, or Sergei might have sent his men and set a trap.

And now I see that it is more likely.

Because nothing went as usual.

Of course, the old-fashioned unmanned aerial vehicle was floating, and it would be better now that we had completed the preliminary assessment, but we couldn’t be relieved.

Four of his subordinates were killed, but Sergei didn’t seem to be alone.

It seems that Jake and Rachel are probably aware of this fact, but they can’t mention Sergei’s name, so they waited quietly.

Anyway, they’re all veterans, and since they’ve recovered from their injuries, they’ll do anything.

“Okay, let’s get on board too, Captain. There, Technical (civilian armed vehicle)… No, my friends from the Army Special Forces started the engine.”

José then hurriedly flicked out his cigarette and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Immediately, Maxim’s radio was heard.

-Charlie, this is House. I want you to move well while keeping your distance.

“Good reception Charlie.”

Jake answered, and at the same time as driving, radio messages containing information came over from the lead car.

Road conditions, moving civilians, suspicious circumstances, etc.

As I listened to this, I looked out the window and began to see the mountain ranges and hills extending from Mount Yelbrus.

I couldn’t see it in detail in the bluish dawn, but it was spectacular at a glance.

Of course, it wasn’t just about looking cool.

‘There’s probably Sergei somewhere…’ … .’

As far as I know, there must be an underground military facility that developed nuclear missiles somewhere.

It is said that the facility was closed immediately after World War II, but it was unknown because the game did not show any map or coordinates.

Of course I wanted to tell you first, but I couldn’t.

It’s a fact that even the Foreign Cooperation Bureau doesn’t know yet, but I can’t go there and talk about it first.

After looking at this for a while, the speed of the car began to decrease before I knew it.

“What, are you all here already?”

When I asked Jose, the radio returned before I could answer.

-This is a rugby ball, driving at low speed due to icy roads… Attention to each vehicle.

The rugby ball was a dirty word for the lead car, so it meant going slow from the front.

Soon Jose’s eyes ricocheted into the rearview mirror.

“Is that so?”

“her… … .”

I laughed briefly.

It was like that at the parade ground, but even now I was feeling the diversity and inferiority of reality.

In LaReple, it went to a scene change, so I don’t know, but here, it took more than 30 minutes to reach the place of operation.

But rapid deployment at 50 km/h?

Unknowingly, I looked up at the sky beyond the window, and Rachel, beside me, seemed to know what was going on and eased my worries.

“Even if you arrive late, the weather will be cloudy, so it will be taken into account. Because of the heavy dark clouds, they said it would snow quite a bit from noon.”

“Yes, Shimai before it snows… No, I hope it ends well.”

“I flew an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, so it should be fine.”

“Rather than what I did on the verge of retirement… I believe in the multicopter that Rachel pilots, which was produced this year.”

I was referring to Rachel’s drone.

I’ve heard that it’s a thing that makes a lot of noise when you put it in a big hard case backpack.

It also includes not one, but a micro drone, so it might not cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, but more than a million dollars.

Above all, her drone operation skills were second to none, so I had no choice but to trust her.

Rachel’s answer followed shortly thereafter.

“Even if it was donated, the performance would be fine. Manipulation is more important than that… … .”

“But Rachel’s piloting skills are better, right?”

“Well, it won’t be enough.”

After hearing her confirmation, I was able to sort out some of my thoughts.

Because the only thing I can trust right now is our team.

“Then let’s take care of each other.”

* * *

Sergei was a soldier trained in the Spetsnaz, Russia’s special forces unit, and was the most elite member of the Alpha Group of the Russian intelligence agency, the Federal Security Bureau (FSB).

Of course, it has been several years since he retired from active duty, but his sense of battle was still the same.

The training and operations at the time remained like instincts, and it was thanks to planning and carrying out terrorism comparable to active duty.

There are scars all over his body that were not present during his active career.

There were so many risks of dying, which was unavoidable and also natural.

Unlike active duty, there is no ISR (Intelligence, Surveillance, Reconnaissance: information, surveillance, reconnaissance) support through high-altitude reconnaissance planes and satellites before deployment, as well as transport helicopters and pilots capable of ultra-low altitude flight, and rescue in the last situation. There was no special rescue unit that could come.

In other words, Sergei had to fight alone.

Although he had competent subordinates, Sergei was both a field agent fighting alongside them, a commander, and finally a field commander who planned and approved everything.

It’s the same now.

He served as the field commander of the QRF (Quick Reaction Force) located about 500m away from the operational area, was also the headquarters executing radio interception, and was the final commander who gave orders to snipers on standby.

Such Sergei was contemplating between going ahead with the current operation, stopping it, and delaying it.

It was because the situation was worse than expected.

‘f*cking UAV, f*cking sniper angle, f*cking field of view… … .’

Sergei’s eyes narrowed.

The operation may not have yielded good results.

It was because the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft was monitoring a radius of 300M, so it was impossible to get closer, and it was difficult to deal with the enemy in perfect order because there were only two normal sniper rifles.

Of course, there were quite a few sniper rifles I got from the black market, but they were all useless garbage.

This was because they were privately remodeled in Eastern Europe or low-end products brought over from China and India.

If the distance was close, I would just use it, but I couldn’t.

It was a situation where the resurrected reconnaissance unmanned aerial vehicle was scanning a radius of 300m.

Therefore, proper long-range shooting was necessary, and in order to do so, snipers had to use the sniper rifle they carried like their own bodies.

That was only two out of 15 now.

It was time for Sergei to open his mouth after much thought.

Along with radio static, the voice of a sniper waiting outside 720M was transmitted to the headset.

– Laurel wreath, this is the spire. Five vehicles unidentifiable due to poor visibility are approaching the operation area, and the distance between the vehicle and the operation area is approximately 300 meters… action instructions.

“Spire wait. Is it possible to secure the field of vision through the glove?”

Sergei immediately asked the sniper located elsewhere, and at least a better answer came back.

-Here is a glove, securing sight… some available. Tango (short for target) vehicle identified.

“Is it possible to sniper when stopped in the operation area?”

-Since the window is dirty, identification is unclear, so it is possible to get off completely. more.

There was a condition that I had to get off completely, but it was fortunate that I was still able to shoot.

It was a situation where even an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft was launched, and snipers had to attack the enemy in a limited place and location.

Soon Sergei gave instructions.

“Spire, this is a laurel crown. Kill Tango if he completely dismounts. Is it possible?”

-Here is the spire, can be killed and will do as instructed. more.

There were only two snipers, and the situation was bad, but Sergei nodded in the end.

The operation wasn’t all there was.

There was also an ambush and engagement in the basement of the hideout that he first thought of.

That’s why I was thinking about stopping and delaying the operation.

However, killing here was the cleanest thing.

It was because missile researchers had to be taken out beforehand to engage in hiding, and then the research would be stopped for a while.

Relevant materials and missile materials also had to be moved cumbersomely.

‘It’s all sh*t, but maybe it’s better to end it here.’

By any chance, in the situation of rescuing allies, intercepting enemies, or fighting in the city, QRF Sergey and his 10 soldiers could ride in an armed modified technical vehicle and run.

Better than that, it was a sniper rifle that sent them off cleanly without knowing why they died.

And soon there was a more welcome sound than before.

-… house, house. Canopy here. Approach to the operation area has been confirmed, and there is no particular matter at present, but three civilians at a point 220 meters to the south.

It was the radio voice of the Camarnia army being intercepted.

Soon Sergei opened his mouth.

“Spire, glove. This is a laurel wreath, kill the enemy immediately upon detection and report to the candidate.”