Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 417



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Episode 417 168. Possibility (2)

As expected, it was a US military aircraft.

It was probably something called an A-10.

I expected it, seeing the heavy, thumping sound of the waves and the engine noise that seemed to cut through the air.

When we returned to base, we were able to find out the exact situation.

The US military in Daegu made an official contact.

As times change, it is not as if the old allies are trying to help us just out of affection.

They demanded a deal.

I couldn’t know the specifics because it was outside my jurisdiction, but they asked for two main things.

One is immigration.

They want to move American soldiers and their families from the Daegu US military base to the outskirts of Seoul.

Although Daegu is far superior in terms of facilities and equipment, the decision was made to relocate because erosion was so severe that it was no longer possible for people to live there.

It’s no surprise that their desired location was an abandoned US military base just across from my bunker.

Because in the first place, that place was US military territory.

Instead of asking for supplies for relocation and base restoration, they have said they will help the city with what power they currently have.

Another request was helium.

They reportedly specifically asked if they could supply large quantities of helium.

Their demands may have been modest by pre-war standards, but they were still quite burdensome now, four years after the war began.

Although they could provide food for thousands of people, asking for various construction materials and construction workers, including aviation fuel, was a burdensome request even for the new Seoul.

The Seoul government hesitated for a while about this, but decided to grant their demands.

If we can’t keep it here, it’s all over.

In response, the US military promised a single tactical bombing by a squadron-sized squadron of tactical bombers.

It may seem like a cheap figure, but in this day and age, bombing support from twenty fighter-bombers is as luxurious as a full course meal at a fancy restaurant.

From the US military’s perspective, it is a gamble to pour out all of the remaining oil and resources.

The story goes that they too put their fate on the line.

It’s an unexpected windfall.

Rebecca and Sue.

The chance encounter with the mother and daughter greatly increased the possibility of a desperate mission that might be their last.

I would like to thank them, but the battle is ongoing.

In addition, new, unexpected situations arise one after another.

As night fell, a group of soldiers appeared on the outskirts of the city.

The city was turned upside down.

It’s the Chinese army.

Although he did a truce show with Kim Byeong-cheol and made several deals, the Chinese military is still perceived as the main enemy by Koreans.

It was only natural that the entire city would be turned upside down when the Chinese army, fully armed and riding in armored vehicles waving the Five Star Red Flag, arrived.

Fortunately, they didn’t come with malicious intent.

“I think the past is the past and the future is the future. If this city collapses, the garrison we are currently based in will be eroded rapidly. Humans cannot live in an eroded area.”

The Chinese army was led by a beautiful woman who spoke Korean fluently.

This is Jang Su-young.

She wasn’t top-notch.

Among the people who followed her into Seoul were a high-ranking officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Korean military, and Baitou, the so-called strongest hunter in China, with whom I had a bad relationship.

The reason she represented the Chinese military was probably because she was the most fluent in Korean among them.

I tried to ignore the intense gaze Baitou gave me from afar as I spoke to Jang Su-yeong.

“Twenty people. One Hunter team including me. The rest are combat drone units.”

Although drones are said to be powerless against monsters, the Chinese are the ones who tried to use those drones to defeat monsters until the very end.

There may be unknown technologies that we don’t know about.

Unlike the US military, the Chinese military’s assistance was controversial.

Many hardliners argued that Chinese military help should be rejected.

Some even said they were still plotting to destroy Seoul and take over the country.

Very few people know the wishes of the Chinese people.

They want to go back to their hometown.

But it won’t be easy.

You may be able to cross the ocean, but it will take a lot to survive on the gray, white land of death.

This is assistance for that.

Having Woo Min-hee on my side was a huge help in this situation.

“Is it okay if I take responsibility?”

As Woo Min-hee showed her irritation, the argument that had been dragging on ended quickly as if it were a lie.

Decided to accept the Chinese army.

However, they agreed to operate only under my supervision and only in the places I designated.

I guess it’s a good thing.

Anyway, it’s only a handful of power.

After getting permission, I met with Jang Su-yeong and his party.

I’m not ready to fully accept them yet.

I have one last test left.

Although I have been criticized for being friendly to the Chinese military, in fact, there are few people in South Korea or the United States who are as suspicious of China as I am of the entire group, from the smallest detail.

Their utility will be determined by my test results.

Whether to use him as a discard pile to be sacrificed from the beginning, or as an important axis for the plan.

Jang Su-yeong was accompanied by Baitou and a Chinese military officer.

The other two, excluding Jang Su-yeong, were holding real-time translators.

“How have you been?”

He nodded and got to the main point.

The Chinese military also had a demand.

What they were asking for was pitifully modest compared to what the US military was asking for.

Unlike the US military, which demanded not only food and fuel, but also various machines, construction materials, and construction workers, the Chinese military demanded only food and medicine that could be eaten “regardless of taste.”

Their demands, while difficult to make because of their past debts from starting a war, were humble and seemed like a bitter portrait of a group in decline, on the verge of collapse.

They don’t want to reveal their true feelings, but they are people who once fought monsters together.

When I sent him a pitiful look, Jang Su-yeong smiled sadly and replied.

“I’m going to go up the Yangtze River.”

“The Yangtze River?”

“Yes. In the past, the waterway was blocked by a dam, but thanks to that country destroying the dam, the waterway was opened up to the upper reaches.”

“Is there anything upstream?”

Jang Su-yeong answered with a big smile.

“Shangri-La.”

Those unwavering eyes gave me confidence.

Shangri-La.

That is their hope.

In the middle of the conversation, Baitou, who had been looking at me with eagle eyes, joined in.

He immediately gave me a thumbs up and spoke to me in awkward but obviously studied Korean.

“Kraken type. I saw it hunting. I killed it.”

Have you seen it?

Well, the Chinese people must have been very nervous because something comparable to that typhoon appeared.

If by any chance it were to come to their garrison, they would literally be annihilated.

After responding with laughter, he asked Jang Soo-young a question.

“Are drones effective against monsters?”

Jang Su-yeong stared at the Chinese officer present.

The officer was talking in Chinese and was making a fuss.

Soon, a phrase translated into Korean appeared on the cell phone he was holding.

[ Wasp. Foot massage. Yes. ]

He winked at Jang Su-yeong.

In conclusion, the Chinese knew how to use drones to fight monsters, albeit to a limited extent.

According to this, the Chinese largely categorize the monster’s attack patterns against drones into three types: one is a direct attack method using attack capabilities, another is the radio interference method that we have experienced, and the last is a pseudo-EMP emission method that has been used but has not been clearly established yet.

Both are lethal, but the Chinese have managed to build a system that can still work to some extent.

I asked for the exact specifications.

“Can you fight against medium-sized creatures?”

Jang Su-young answered.

“As long as they don’t detonate an EMP wave out of nowhere, they should be able to destroy about two of them.”

Two medium-sized machines.

It would be different if there were two flags that I could specify.

If the Chinese are right, this will do as much to increase my chances as the American bombing.

I decided to accept them.

US and Chinese troops.

Beings that seemed as if they could never mix have become one in this new Seoul.

But the mountain we still have to overcome is high.

The next morning, the monsters sent their hordes again.

*

No matter how well-fortified a wall is, it is ultimately created by humans.

In the face of endless onslaughts, it wears down, cracks, and breaks.

The dawn attack was even more damaging because it came directly across a frozen river overnight.

The defense zone was breached by a medium-sized machine gun.

Casualties are reported to be just over five, but dozens more have been injured or are complaining of injuries, part of the trenches have been destroyed and two tanks have been knocked out.

Before the damage could be repaired, the crack sent another horde through.

infinity.

The infinity that I had seen in the cracks and experienced in China had finally begun to engulf this city in earnest.

In addition, the disgusting betrayal experienced in China was reproduced in a similar form.

Gunfire of unknown origin was heard on the eastern front, and there were deaths.

He is a fanatic.

Gunfire signaled the start of a barrage of artillery fire, presumed to be mortar fire, that hit the city.

Kwak Sang-hoon’s unit estimates that it is a small terrorist group of about 20 people at most, but it is an annoying hindrance to us who have to focus all our efforts on the monsters right now.

In particular, the fact that the mortar shelling was concentrated on the power plant, the heart of the city, is significant in many ways.

They are human beings, yet they want to kill us all.

Even extreme weather is out of the question.

Of course they have owners.

“Leave the fanatics to us.”

The Defender and his kill team were dispatched.

Here we have no choice but to completely trust the Defender.

If the power plant stops during this period, the city will stop breathing.

The weather forecast says it will clear up in three days, so it only takes an hour for a person to freeze to death.

The fanatics’ attacks terrified not only the citizens but even the city leaders.

“Can you endure this?”

This is what a government official said.

He answered.

“If you can’t hold on, you’ll die.”

It’s literal.

All we can do in this situation is to hold on until the end.

You have to hold on and hold on until the monster barrier surrounding him becomes thin enough.

Of course, it’s not easy to hold out until then.

“Remember, our role is firefighters.”

We have to fight.

We have to fight and get results.

He led the Hunter force and supported every broken front line, blocking the monsters advancing toward the city.

But I know better than anyone that it is never easy.

*

Day 4 of the offensive.

A second hole was punched in the wire.

Dozens of casualties were reported.

Many patients went crazy or complained of mental disorders because they could not withstand the shock wave that exploded at close range rather than the monster attack.

On the eastern human-to-human front, a bloody battle is being fought.

Mortars fell over the city from time to time, and gunfire was constant day and night.

As each day drew to a close, the sound of prayer could be heard throughout the city.

Day 5 of the offensive.

The Defender captured a notorious fanatic sniper and hung him alive on a hook on a building, but as if to mock him, another sniper shot and killed one of the Defender’s team members.

Day 6 of the offensive.

The last tank was destroyed.

Also, the stock of shells was running low.

Day 7 of the offensive.

My junior, Cheon Yeong-jae, suffered a fatal injury.

It was a serious injury that did not threaten his life, but would prevent him from fighting for the time being.

Kim Da-ram’s husband was standing next to Cheon Yeong-jae, who had her eyes closed and was wearing an oxygen mask.

“It’ll be okay. If you stay calm and eat enough, you’ll be able to get back up again.”

Below Kim Da-ram’s husband, a tall and skinny boy who looked like a mix of Kim Da-ram and him was staring blankly up at us.

I think I know who it is.

“Are you Dong Zhuo?”

The son of Kim Da-ram, who I had only heard of through word of mouth.

My mom thought I was obese because my hands were big, but I guess I grew up so fast.

The faint light in his wide-open eyes is probably the cause of the worries that weigh heavily on Kim Da-ram’s heart.

I patted his head and left the hospital room.

“······.”

Now just hold on a little longer.

Just a little more.

The total number of monsters distributed in the fog zone has now dropped below 100.

A new eruption has reportedly occurred in Paju, but there has been no movement in the area, only an eruption.

This means that if we can block one or two attacks like this, we can easily begin an operation to eliminate the general type.

But the situation in the city is extremely precarious.

As the weather warmed, many refugees left the city.

In addition, many of the volunteers who had been steadfastly guarding the riverside deserted.

To make matters worse, a large gathering of zombies has been spotted in the north.

The Necromancer type is now preparing troops to assist them in addition to the monsters.

Although it is not certain, there have been reports of a large number of zombies gathering far to the southeast of the city.

The river is frozen, but there is not enough explosives to destroy the frozen river.

We have plenty of materials, but no time to turn them into explosives.

If the next attack comes with a large number of zombies, then there is no way out.

Kwak Sang-hoon and Kim Byeong-cheol insist that the US military should call in aircraft and bomb the North immediately.

That’s ridiculous.

If we bomb here rashly, it will only signal to the General type that we are going to attack.

Bombing only makes sense if it has some chance of killing the guy.

“Senior. Now, I can’t help but cover for you.”

Woo Min-hee, one of the few people who knew my plan, told me.

“Now we have to bomb it.”

She is right.

There are so many people and so many thoughts in the city.

I can’t stick to my own thoughts.

But it’s just one step ahead.

If we can just whittle down their power a little more, there’s a slim chance of a miracle.

An ominous sound echoed through the fog as another large column of refugees left the city.

Yeah- Yeah- Yeah-

A convulsive, bizarre sound that no living structure could produce.

It is the trumpet sound of doom that announces the monster’s offensive.

Sirens blared from speakers installed throughout the city as beacons mounted on the roof of The Hope moved, creating an identification signal to prepare for attack.

Waaaa …

The overlapping siren sounds that rang through the air at dawn felt like a death knell for our humanity.

“senior.”

Kim Da-ram said.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

I have sole authority over requests for US military support.

I wanted to save as much as possible.

Because it was one of the possibilities for our humanity to strike a crushing blow to the Cracks.

But now that the city’s destruction is imminent, talking about the possibility would be a kind of black comedy.

I sighed as I looked up at the fleeting blue sky and brought the microphone of the communicator up to my mouth.

“······.”

My mouth is dry.

I still have regrets.

I’ve never hoped for a miracle, but I hope it happens.

It was at that moment that I was thinking about trying to communicate with headquarters.

Chijijik-

Suddenly, a noisy radio signal burst out from the radio.

In the midst of that harsh, unparalleled noise, an unforgettable, intense voice from my memory was clearly heard.

“King Sejong has arrived.”

Kim Da-ram looked at me with surprised eyes.

“what?”

And that’s not all.

Almost simultaneously, another transmission came over the radio, transmitting to us the vivid voice of another man.

“This is the Incheon Refugee Association. We are ordinary people, so we may not be of much help, but we are here to help.”

I could only confirm the exact situation by going to headquarters.

Hundreds of fighters and troops equipped for combat arrived on the outskirts of the city.

Their equipment was crude but effective enough, and their gaze and spirit were no less than that of the elite government forces.

They were once ordinary students, office workers, fathers and mothers, but they survived the hellish apocalyptic conditions after the war and proved themselves as warriors.

Leading them are King and Park Penguin.

The leaders of Sejong and Incheon came to help us.

“Skeleton! Where are you? Let me see your face.”

“Can I meet Mr. Skeleton?”

The dying spark of possibility was rekindled.