Chapter 12

True White Skull (1)

“What? Has this fucking Roly-Poly bastard completely lost his mind···?”

The True White Skull soldiers' expressions hardened at Bong-tae's curse. The most senior sergeant among them stepped in front of Bong-tae with a threatening expression.

He stood a full head taller than Bong-tae, measuring close to 190 centimeters.

“Hey, you seriously want to get hurt?”

Sergeant Choi Jin-pyo. He was famous even among the True White Skull soldiers for his impressive physique. He lifted weights every day in the battalion's fitness room, caring more about building his muscles than faithfully carrying out his military duties.

He often bragged about having trained at an MMA gym for years before entering the military. He wasn't talented enough to become a professional fighter, but he always boasted that no ordinary person could ever beat him. He was the type who constantly cornered uninterested juniors and talked about martial arts.

“Go ahead and try. It's always the worthless bastards who talk the most.”

“You fucking bastard···!”

Sergeant Choi's body suddenly lunged forward. He lowered his upper body and slipped both arms behind Bong-tae's thighs.

A double-leg takedown.

A technique that involves grabbing both of an opponent's legs simultaneously to destroy their balance. It was also the most commonly used takedown technique among UFC fighters. Given the structure of the human body, maintaining balance when both legs are caught is impossible.

The moment Sergeant Choi grabbed the inside of Bong-tae's thighs with both hands, he smiled inwardly. He thought he could take him down immediately.

He had no intention of throwing punches. That would be going too far. He would simply slam this 'rear-area' guy into the dirt once and make him taste some soil. Then the man would become obedient.

That was what Sergeant Choi thought.

“Huh···?”

But Bong-tae didn't fall. He didn't lose his balance or stagger backward either. Instead, the moment the tackle came, he moved his legs slightly backward and shifted his weight forward, countering Sergeant Choi's strength and balance.

Bong-tae grabbed Sergeant Choi's shoulders and pressed his head down hard. Sergeant Choi's eyes widened as his face suddenly ended up trapped between Bong-tae's legs.

‘Th-this is···. Isn't this the kind of defense only trained fighters use?’

Laughter came from nearby.

“Haha! Sergeant Choi, what are you doing? Playing with him?”

“Come on, that guy from the 8th Division is pitiful. Go easy on him!”

“N-no···.”

Bong-tae quickly moved his feet and disrupted Sergeant Choi's balance. Sergeant Choi lost his center of gravity and dropped to one knee beside Bong-tae.

As Sergeant Choi lifted his head in confusion, Bong-tae was already behind him.

“···Huh?”

Bong-tae climbed onto Sergeant Choi's back. Then, with movements that seemed incredibly practiced, he wrapped his arm around Sergeant Choi's neck and secured a chokehold.

“S-Sergeant Choi?”

“Whoa, whoa?”

Squeeeeeze—

As Bong-tae tightened his arm, Sergeant Choi's face instantly turned bright red. His vision spun, and he felt as though he might lose consciousness at any moment.

“Hehe.”

Bong-tae's quiet laughter reached Sergeant Choi's ear. Bong-tae repeatedly tightened and loosened his arm.

Whenever Sergeant Choi could no longer endure it and tried to tap his arm in surrender, Bong-tae loosened his grip slightly, making it bearable again.

And whenever Sergeant Choi recovered enough to struggle and move his body around, Bong-tae tightened the choke again, cutting off his breathing.

“I've been on the receiving end of that a few times.”

Lee Jin-gu, who was leaning against the van and watching Bong-tae grapple with Sergeant Choi, quietly spoke to Song Min-jae.

“Does that hurt?”

“Rather than hurting···. It feels fucking awful. Just when you think you can survive, you feel like you're dying, and when you think you're dying, it becomes bearable again. It's just a technique from the devil.”

“I'm glad I've never experienced it.”

“Won't you get to experience it soon too?”

Squeeeeeeeeze—

“Ugh···. Ghh···. S-surrender! I surrender!”

“Hm?”

Sergeant Choi repeatedly tapped Bong-tae's forearm while drool streamed from his mouth.

“I-I surrender···. Cough, cough···.”

“What was that?”

“I said···. I surrender···.”

Bong-tae tightened his arm a little more. A vein bulged on Sergeant Choi's forehead.

“Can't hear what some rookie is saying.”

“Pfft···.”

The True White Skull soldiers couldn't help letting out small bursts of laughter.

“Sergeant Choi's gonna die! Hang in there a little longer!”

“Didn't you always say you were on a completely different level from ordinary people?”

More than his juniors from the same unit mocking him, Sergeant Choi was concerned that he was about to pass out. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“W-we're···. We're both sergeants···.”

“But I'm a fully senior sergeant.”

“I'm fully senior too···!”

At those words, Bong-tae relaxed his arm. Sergeant Choi seized the opportunity and desperately gulped down air.

“Haaah···. Haaah···. I only have a month and a half left until discharge···.”

Bong-tae climbed off Sergeant Choi's back. Then he spoke in a perfectly casual voice.

“Today was my discharge day.”

“···What?”

Sergeant Choi froze. The soldiers who had been laughing nearby also fell silent at the same time. One of them even dug at his ear, wondering whether he'd misheard Bong-tae.

“April 4. Saturday. Today.”

Bong-tae took a still-crisp piece of paper from his tactical vest and held it out to Sergeant Choi. The man accepted it with trembling hands. It was Bong-tae's discharge certificate, issued just a few hours earlier.

“Fuck···. It's real.”

“That's what I'm telling you.”

“Then why are you here···?”

Bong-tae grinned.

“What else should I do? Run away?”

“Hahahaha!”

“···Huh?”

A considerable number of soldiers had gathered because of the commotion between Bong-tae and Sergeant Choi in the parking lot. Everyone present turned toward the source of that laughter.

“F-fuck···.”

“We're screwed. General Kang is here···.”

Lieutenant Colonel Choi Pil, wearing his special operations uniform, was approaching alongside Colonel Kang Tae-seong, the infantry brigade commander, whose chest bore three hibiscus flowers embroidered in black thread.

Choi Pil shouted as he looked at Bong-tae.

“Hey! You couldn't even wait a little while before making friends with each other?”

The dozens of soldiers present pressed their lips tightly together. Sergeant Choi snapped a salute without even thinking to brush the dirt from his knees.

“White! Skull!”

“White Skull.”

Kang Tae-seong returned the salute and swept his gaze across the soldiers. His eyes soon stopped on Sergeant Choi, whose neck was bright red.

“Calling yourself True White Skull···. Yet you're crawling before a Roly-Poly. Quite a sight, wasn't it?”

“N-no, sir!”

“What do you mean, no?”

The surrounding soldiers' shoulders shook as they tried to suppress their laughter.

“If you're going to get into a fight, you should at least choose your opponent carefully.”

Kang Tae-seong walked over and stopped in front of Bong-tae. Bong-tae straightened his back and stood at attention.

The colonel, who barely reached 170 centimeters, slowly swept his gaze upward from Bong-tae's combat boots to the top of his head.

“···.”

Bong-tae swallowed involuntarily. Lieutenant Colonel Choi Pil and Staff Sergeant Kim Hong-je were both men with powerful presences, but this commander of the 18th Infantry Brigade was different.

‘So this is the pressure of a frontline field commander···.’

The gaze of a man who directly commanded more than a thousand soldiers was as cold as ice. It felt as though needles were piercing him, or as though the man were dissecting him alive.

“You bastard.”

Kang Tae-seong used both hands to straighten the South Korean flag attached to Bong-tae's combat uniform.

“Sergeant Kim Bong-tae.”

“You look sturdy.”

“Th-thank you, sir.”

Kang Tae-seong gave him another icy look.

“That wasn't a compliment.”

“I'll correct myself, sir.”

“How are you going to correct it? Get your face fixed?”

“I'll get some work done after the war, sir.”

“Haha!”

Kang Tae-seong laughed as he patted Bong-tae on the chest. Then he turned toward Choi Pil.

“This bastard's amusing. Choi Pil, is this the sergeant you were talking about?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The one who drove a car straight into the faces of North Korean soldiers holding rifles?”

“Yes. He also slit a North Korean soldier's throat by himself. With a bayonet.”

“With a bayonet?”

“Yes, sir.”

Kang Tae-seong began laughing again as he patted Bong-tae's shoulder.

“Hahaha! What a fucking hilarious bastard.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Hey, Pil. Can't we assign this bastard to the 3rd Division? I like him.”

“No, sir.”

“What a shame.”

Kang Tae-seong looked genuinely disappointed. Then his gaze shifted toward the van behind Bong-tae.

The vehicle stood awkwardly in the parking lot, missing both its doors and anything that could still be called a window.

“Hey, what the hell happened to that car?”

“Well···. I told you. They drove straight into the enemy and fought from the car.”

“Does that thing even run? Guess you won't need air conditioning.”

Anyone could see that the vehicle belonged in a scrapyard. Kang Tae-seong gave an order to the major standing beside him.

“Logistics Chief.”

“Yes, Brigade Commander.”

“Bring me a vehicle. Something that can carry six people.”

“Yes, sir.”

The logistics chief quickly ran toward one side of the parking lot. A short while later, a military vehicle slowly approached, accompanied by the heavy rumble of a diesel engine.

“···It's the long-wheelbase version. Fucking awesome.”

Lee Jin-gu muttered quietly.

Hyeonma.

The K-351 long-wheelbase model.

It was a new tactical vehicle developed to replace the K-131, commonly known as the Retona, which had been used by the Republic of Korea Armed Forces for many years.

Kia Motors had begun developing it in 2012, and after entering active service, the vehicle boasted performance that was on an entirely different level from the old Retona.

Its protection, in particular, had been significantly upgraded. Bullet-resistant reinforced glass was used not only for the windshield but also for the side windows, and the body itself was made with composite ballistic panels capable of deflecting virtually all rifle rounds.

“Take this.”

“Sir. Isn't this···. Your command vehicle?”

“That's right.”

“And you're giving it to us?”

Kang Tae-seong shrugged.

“Hey. I just discovered another good thing about war.”

“What's that this time?”

“I'm starting to realize that I have a little more freedom to make decisions as I please. Take it.”

Lieutenant Colonel Choi Pil bowed his head.

“···Thank you, sir.”

“Buy me a drink sometime.”

“I certainly will.”

Just as Choi Pil answered with a smile, a strange sound began coming from the northern sky.

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

It was an eerie, ominous sound, like the noise a mosquito might make if it grew hundreds of thousands of times larger.

The soldiers all raised their heads toward the sky. But Choi Pil froze for a moment, then shouted loudly enough to shake the entire encampment.

“Take cover! Drones!”

The black dots that had briefly appeared in the sky multiplied until there were too many to count on their fingers. The encampment was instantly thrown into chaos.

“Get down!”

“R-run away!”

The soldiers who had been laughing and talking moments earlier began running toward the trenches.

Kang Tae-seong shouted something at the soldiers, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the extreme commotion inside the encampment.

The officers beside Colonel Kang Tae-seong grabbed him and ran toward a nearby trench.

“Kim Bong-tae! Take the others and hide!”

Staff Sergeant Kim Hong-je shouted toward Bong-tae. Bong-tae grabbed Lee Jin-gu's shoulder and flattened himself against the ground. Beside them, Lee Hwan also pressed himself flat against the dirt alongside Song Min-jae.

“F-fuck···!”

“Under the car!”

“Hide!”

The soldiers who hadn't managed to leave the parking lot began crawling beneath military vehicles one by one.

At that moment, one of the drones flying at the front suddenly dropped its altitude.

And then.

KABOOOOOM—!

A massive explosion erupted in the center of the encampment. The shock wave hurled nearby soldiers through the air, and an entire A-frame tent was torn apart.

That was only the beginning. The drones following behind began diving into the encampment one after another.

KABOOOM—! KABOOOM—! KABOOOM—!

A chain of explosions erupted throughout the encampment. A five-ton truck parked in the parking lot was engulfed in flames. A soldier who had been hiding beneath it caught fire all over his body and rolled across the ground.

“G-ghaaaaaagh!”

“Fuck! Fuck! First artillery shells, then missiles, and now fucking drones!”

Lee Jin-gu, lying flat beside Bong-tae, cursed repeatedly. Even after the first wave of drone strikes ended, the sound of drone motors continued overhead.

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

Modern warfare was dominated by drones.

Until the 2010s, drones had been regarded as little more than reconnaissance equipment. Even when used as weapons, they were limited to carrying grenades and dropping them.

But as the 2020s began, the destructive power of drones increased at an astonishing rate. Tanks and self-propelled artillery, which had been regarded as symbols of warfare for decades, were easily destroyed by drones diving from the sky.

A single FPV drone cost between 300 and 800 dollars. Even with extensive military modifications, its cost wouldn't exceed 5,000 dollars. Yet a single one of these drones could destroy a tank worth at least three million dollars.

It was nothing new for poorer countries, in particular, to become obsessed with drone development. For the cost of manufacturing a single fighter jet, they could produce thousands of drones.

And there was one country that had become more obsessed with such weapons than anyone else. Unfortunately for Bong-tae, that country was the enemy he was currently exchanging gunfire with. North Korea.

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Dozens of drones were descending toward the True White Skull Unit. Throughout the parking lot, terrified soldiers cried out.

“Uuuugh···.”

“Mom···. Mom···.”

The terror of drones lay not only in their ability to destroy expensive vehicles easily and cheaply, but also in how quickly they could instill an unforgettable fear in infantrymen on the ground.

At least in a firefight or tank battle, both sides could recognize each other's presence.

But with drones, you couldn't see the opponent attacking you. There was an enormous difference between experiencing fear while looking directly at its source and experiencing fear without even being able to see it.

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

Eeeeeeeeeeng—

The sound of drones slowly hovering over the True White Skull Unit felt like the wailing of grim reapers.

Jin-gu, lying flat beneath the vehicle Colonel Kang Tae-seong had given them, whispered quietly.

“S-Sergeant Kim!”

“What! Keep quiet!”

“I think those things are being controlled manually.”

“What?”

“There are different types of drones.”

Jin-gu cautiously looked up at the sky before lowering his head again.

“Some drones fly straight to designated coordinates and explode, but those are being controlled by someone watching the cameras mounted underneath them.”

“Isn't that even worse?”

“It's fucking worse.”

Song Min-jae's face turned pale.

“Wh-what do we do···?”

“Stay perfectly still, like you're dead.”

Just then, a soldier who had been hiding in a trench could no longer endure his fear and began running toward the guard post.

“Hey! Where are you going!”

“Fuck! Stop!”

Eeeeeeeeeeng— Eeeeeeeeeeng—

One of the hovering drones rapidly dived toward him.

KABOOOOOM—!

With a massive explosion, the soldier's body vanished without a trace. And that wasn't the end. Several more drones plunged into the trench the soldier had just fled.

“Gaaaaaaah—”

KABOOOOOM—!

The screams of the soldiers inside were swallowed by the explosion. The encampment, where traces of laughter had remained just a few minutes earlier, had turned into hell.

“Fuck···.”

Continuing to hide here wouldn't solve anything. In fact, the danger would only keep growing. The drones had already taken control of the entire encampment.

Bong-tae rapidly scanned his surroundings, searching for anything useful. Then his gaze stopped on one of the vehicles parked in the encampment.

Jin-gu naturally followed Bong-tae's gaze. He looked back and forth between the object Bong-tae was staring at and the certainty in his eyes. Jin-gu's expression instantly soured.

“Sergeant Kim···. You're not thinking what I think you are, right?”

Bong-tae didn't answer.

“Ah, it's those eyes again. Fuck.”

When Bong-tae had said he would silently eliminate the North Korean soldiers who parachuted in, when he'd suggested a diversionary attack in front of the pension, and when he'd decided to draw the North Korean soldiers' attention with a vehicle.

Jin-gu realized that Bong-tae had exactly the same look in his eyes now.

“Shut up and stay hidden here quietly.”

Bong-tae lightly tapped Jin-gu's forehead, then crawled out from beneath the vehicle and began running.

“Wh-what the hell is that bastard doing!”

“Does he have a death wish?! Hey, you! Fuck, what are you doing!”

The True White Skull soldiers hiding beneath vehicles and inside trenches shouted simultaneously. But Bong-tae didn't even look back.

Bong-tae sprinted across the burning parking lot.

At that moment, one of the drones circling overhead abruptly changed direction.

Eeeeeeng—

Like a bird of prey that had spotted its quarry, it charged straight toward Bong-tae. Lee Hwan shouted loudly.

“Sergeant Kim! Behind you!”

Just before the drone struck the ground near Bong-tae, he leaped forward with all his strength.

KABOOOOOM—!

A massive explosion erupted behind Bong-tae. The shock wave shook his entire body, and his far-from-small frame was lifted into the air.

Bong-tae rolled across the dirt.

Once, twice.

“Sergeant Kim! Fuck! Fuck! You crazy bastard!”

He could hear Jin-gu shouting. But Bong-tae planted his hands on the ground and sprang to his feet. The True White Skull soldiers stared with their mouths hanging open.

Bong-tae finally reached his destination. Before him stood a K200 armored personnel carrier, far larger than an ordinary vehicle.

He stepped onto its hull, climbed up, and squeezed himself into the machine-gun turret. Mounted inside the turret was a K6 heavy machine gun.

He checked the weapon's feed mechanism. An ammunition belt was already feeding out of the ammunition box and into the gun.

Bong-tae pulled the charging handle with all his strength. With a metallic click, the weapon was loaded.

‘Fuck it. Somehow, it'll work out.’

Naturally, this was Bong-tae's first time firing a K6.

It was also the first time he'd ever seen one this close. He wasn't even certain whether he'd loaded the ammunition properly just now.

But he thought that dealing with such uncertainties here was far better than trembling beneath a vehicle and waiting for the day he would die.

Without hesitation, Bong-tae pressed the trigger toward the drones.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

Recoil on an entirely different level from the 5.56mm rounds of his K2C1 shook Bong-tae's body. He nearly threw up the kimchi stew he'd just eaten.

The K6 fired 12.7mm (.50 BMG) ammunition. Its rounds were more than twice the size of those used in personal firearms.

The Barrett M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle, portrayed as one of the most destructive guns in many games, used these same 12.7mm rounds. The K6 heavy machine gun was a monster that could fire 450 to 600 of those rounds per minute.

Two drones circling overhead dropped into the nearby grass under Bong-tae's fire.

‘Fuck. It actually works.’

Jin-gu, who was witnessing another one of Bong-tae's insane acts from beneath the vehicle, adjusted his ballistic helmet.

“That seriously crazy bastard! Corporal Lee! Min-jae!”

“Yeah!”

“Y-yes, yes!”

“Time to earn our dinner!”

“Yes!”

“I didn't eat that much, though···.”

Lee Jin-gu, Lee Hwan, and Song Min-jae emerged from beneath the vehicle and ran toward the armored personnel carrier parked beside Bong-tae's. At that moment, two drones flew straight toward Jin-gu.

“You···. Fuck! I knew this would happen!”

Lee Jin-gu squeezed his eyes shut. Just then, Song Min-jae quickly raised his K2C1 and fired at the drones.

Bang-bang—!

Rat-tat-tat-tat—!

The drones descending from the sky suddenly changed direction and crashed into the ground. Lee Jin-gu stared blankly at Song Min-jae, dumbfounded by what had just happened.

“What the hell are you? How can you shoot that well?”

“I've done some clay shooting too.”

“Is that the same as this?”

“It's similar···?”

“Whatever! Just keep running!”

The three soldiers reached the K200 while firing on the move.

“Uuuugh···. S-save me···.”

“My leg···! My leg!”

At that moment, they spotted several True White Skull soldiers groaning weakly on the ground a short distance away in the parking lot. Four or five men were lying there with serious injuries.

“Uuuugh···. S-save me···.”

“Jin-gu! Min-jae! You two get on the armored vehicle!”

Lee Hwan ran toward the wounded soldiers. Lee Jin-gu shouted frantically.

“Corporal Lee! Not you too!”

“I don't care! You guys shoot the drones!”

“Ah, fuuuuuck!”

Lee Jin-gu and Song Min-jae climbed onto the K200 armored personnel carrier. Jin-gu entered the machine-gun turret, while Song Min-jae stood beside him and shot down drones one after another with his K2C1.

The True White Skull soldiers hiding in the trenches cautiously poked their heads out. The sight of the visiting soldiers who had arrived only moments earlier attacking drones with the K200s seemed almost unbelievable.

“F-fuck···. Who the hell are those bastards?”

“Shouldn't we help them—”

KABOOOOOM—!

A drone crashed and exploded right beside the True White Skull soldier who was speaking. Dirt and fragments filled the trench, and the soldiers screamed and flattened themselves against the ground once again.

“Just stay down! Fuck!”

“Uwaaaaaagh!”

Lieutenant Colonel Choi Pil and Staff Sergeant Kim Hong-je noticed that the drones' attention had shifted toward the two K200 armored personnel carriers. They climbed onto a smaller tracked vehicle parked on one side of the parking lot.

Staff Sergeant Kim Hong-je opened the hatch with practiced movements and climbed inside. He quickly brought the dangerous vehicle into operation.

“The EOTS probably still won't work.”

“Yes, sir. The C2A is offline too. I'll switch to manual and fire.”

“Eleven o'clock, concentrated group of drones.”

“Confirmed.”

When Kim Hong-je looked through the sight, black dots filled the display. He immediately pulled the trigger.

Dududududududu—!

The vehicle Staff Sergeant Kim Hong-je was operating was called the K-30W. Cheonho (Heavenly Tiger). A wheeled self-propelled anti-aircraft gun.

Cheonho's 30mm autocannons roared fiercely. Tracer rounds pouring from the two barrels streaked red across the sky. One drone shattered into pieces in midair, while another was engulfed in flames and crashed to the ground.

The drones circling overhead began diving toward Cheonho, the most dangerous target.

“Jin-gu! Over there!”

“Yes!”

Bong-tae and Jin-gu unleashed machine-gun fire at the drones flying toward Cheonho.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

“Got it!”

“It's my first time firing a machine gun, and I'm fucking good!”

The drones heading toward Cheonho all fell to the ground under Bong-tae and Jin-gu's gunfire. At that moment, Lieutenant Colonel Choi Pil opened Cheonho's hatch and stuck his head out.

“Hey! You need to fire while moving! Can't you drive?”

“Drive?”

“How the hell are we supposed to drive an armored vehicle?!”

Of course they couldn't. With Bong-tae's experience and knowledge, firing the machine gun mounted on it was the limit of what he could do.

‘Surely there must be an armored vehicle driver somewhere in this parking lot?’

Bong-tae shouted toward the True White Skull soldiers who were still trembling beneath the vehicles.

“Drivers! Is there anyone? Isn't there anyone who can drive an armored personnel carrier?!

None of the True White Skull soldiers answered. They simply exchanged glances, watching one another's reactions.

“Drivers! Is there nobody?”

Eeeeeeeeeeng—!

At that moment, a black drone flew toward the side of the K200 Bong-tae was riding. Lee Jin-gu screamed frantically.

“Sergeant Kim! To your side!”

Bong-tae spotted the drone rapidly approaching him. It was already too close for him to turn the machine gun and fire. Bong-tae quickly jumped off the K200.

KABOOOM—!

Flames erupted along the side of the armored personnel carrier. Fragments of torn metal plating shot into the sky. Bong-tae, who had thrown himself clear, was caught in the shock wave and tumbled across the dirt.

“S-Sergeant Kim!”

Jin-gu shouted. No answer came from the smoke and dust. Jin-gu's face turned deathly pale.

But the next moment, a figure suddenly sprang to his feet amid the dust.

“FUUUUUCK!”

It was Bong-tae, his face transformed into that of a devil. He was covered in dirt from head to toe, but he was standing perfectly well. Jin-gu cursed at him from the bottom of his heart.

“Fuck! Sergeant Kim! Do you want to die?”

“I almost died···.”

“Is that really what you should be saying right now?”

After jumping down from the K200, Bong-tae could clearly see the soldiers still cowering beneath vehicles in terror, as well as the soldiers inside the trenches who were doing nothing but watching and hesitating.

The moment he saw that, anger surged all the way to the top of his head, and he couldn't contain it.

The drones were still hovering overhead, making their dreadful noise, and the thought that only his own men were moving around trying to do something made him roar.

“Fuck this! True White Skull is fucking worthless!”

All the soldiers turned their eyes toward Bong-tae at once.

“From now on, call yourselves Fucking Skull! And among those, the real Fucking Skull! True Fucking Skull! Fuck! You're all nothing but a bunch of cowardly bastards!”

“···What?”

“The original Fucking Skull of the 18th Infantry Brigade, 3rd Division! Fuck! Screw you!”

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