Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 53



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Jincheol was speechless for a moment. He had heard the Rabitos talk about the evil god Marx and such. So who would Marx be in the world ten thousand years from now? What on earth has become of the hairy man who dyed the world red and released the ghost of communism that he is called the evil god?

“The person you were looking for was a Marxist?”

Jincheol shook his head at Ramien’s question.

“no.”

“···then?”

“I just got a message from her mother. All I have to do is find her and tell her what her mother said, and then go to the meditation meeting.”

Ramien looked at Jincheol with confused eyes, but Jincheol’s eyes did not waver at all. Whether it was a god or a swindler, it didn’t matter to him. I’ve seen some idiots worship a nuclear fusion power plant as a god, but worshiping an old philosopher as a devil was nothing special.

“···Okay. I’ll go for now.”

Ramien eventually nodded and followed the group that had left first. Jincheol, who had been watching her back for a moment, turned his head again and looked inside the bar. The Rabito soldiers who had thrown away their weapons were huddled together in a corner. When Jincheol’s gaze turned to them, they slowly lowered their heads and avoided eye contact.

Jincheol smiled and said.

“Take good care of the injured.”

“···”

Soon Jincheol also left the bar.

When I came out, a truck that had already been serviced was coming out of the yard with a rumbling sound from the maintenance shop. I could see a strange excitement on the face of Doljumuk, who was holding the steering wheel. Looking at that expression, I thought it was a good thing I didn’t ride next to him.

Next to the truck, a mechanic was pulling a wheeled machine forward.

The engine with the brass pipes and large and small gears I had seen before didn’t seem to go well with the large wheels on the front and back as if they were from different eras, but because of that difference, it had a strange charm and vitality.

As Jincheol approached the motorcycle, the mechanic said:

“You’re leaving the village in shambles. I had a feeling that would be the case. The maintenance was just barely finished.”

“What about silver?”

“ruler.”

Jincheol took the bag he threw and put it in his arms and sat on the saddle. He felt a heavy, stable feeling that was similar to the Hog he had ridden before, but was definitely different. It was a feeling beyond imagination. When he started the engine according to the mechanic’s instructions, the thud thud vibration made his heart beat.

“This is killing me.”

“Killing what?”

The mechanic next to him heard Jincheol mumbling and asked back. Jincheol shrugged and answered.

“That’s so fucking cool.”

“oh···”

The mechanic’s eyes widened as if he had heard a different expression. Jincheol gave him a sly smile and pulled the throttle. The engine roared under his saddle and his body was thrown forward. A cloud of dust followed behind him.

As Jincheol ran out, Dolju, who had been waiting in front of the repair shop, also followed him, his truck engine roaring. That truck’s engine also made a tremendous noise.

As I left the village and looked around, I saw Miguel and the rebels waiting in front of me. They were riding in trucks and vehicles of various sizes, just like Jincheol and his group, and the unorganized exteriors and types of vehicles reminded me of the free-spirited clothing of the rebels I had seen before.

Miguel, who was outside, raised his hand and shouted in this direction.

“Follow me!”

Then he got on the truck next to him and signaled to the other rebels to start. They started off first with slightly different engine sounds, and Jincheol and his group followed behind.

Jincheol glanced back from the saddle, and the cute village he had seen while riding the hog was getting farther away. It was a village whose name he didn’t even know. Jincheol turned his gaze straight ahead again and pulled the throttle all the way. His bike glided across the plains as if it was gliding.

The rebels ahead were running south, and as they went further, the red ground became increasingly devoid of grass and trees.

At the same time, the plains that had been gently undulating became increasingly rugged and steep, and soon the cliffs dropped away, and sharp rocky mountains appeared. A valley area had opened up. The rebels and their party were running along the relatively flat part of the valley area.

As we were running like that for a while, a hand suddenly appeared from the driver’s seat of the truck ahead and shook. It was a signal to stop.

Jincheol stopped and went to the group’s truck to find a hood to cover his head and face. It was romantic, but riding his bike behind the cars in front of him made the dust billowing up like crazy.

Luckily, I had a hood to cover my face. It would have been nice to have something to cover my eyes, but just being able to breathe easier would have made the run a lot easier.

As I covered my face with a hood, I could sense that the rebels in front of me were acting suspicious. I could see the seriousness on their faces as they gathered around Miguel’s truck.

As he approached, he saw that all the rebels were focused on the inside of Miguel’s truck, where a rabbi was manipulating several dials in front of a large machine. To Jincheol, the machine looked like some kind of radio device.

As if that thought wasn’t wrong, a chirping noise flowed out from the machine. Jincheol looked at it as if it was strange, and then laughed again. They’re a species that rides on air battleships, so they can probably do something like a radio, what’s so strange about it?

[···Come on. Listen to the pigs. The Halitus has taken off. It will arrive before the main force. Quick escape is required. I repeat. Listen to the pigs. The Halitus has taken off···]

Miguel heard the radio transmission and opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“Since when has this been going on?”

“At least 10 minutes ago.”

“Then it must have been at least ten minutes since the Harlitus took off.”

“Captain! There’s no time! You must move quickly!”

The rebel rabbis looked serious. They were quite embarrassed, as they were groaning and urging Miguel to run away quickly. Jincheol, who was watching from a distance, said.

“What is Halitus?”

Miguel, who had been thinking with a serious expression, raised his head at those words and looked at Jincheol. He smiled and said.

“It’s a scout ship from Siapo. It’s not as nimble as the Jaso Federation or Urata’s Battlewings, but it’s rather dull, and it poses a greater threat to our current situation. The larger it is, the more weapons it carries. No matter how dull it is, how can we possibly deal with shells aimed and fired from the sky?”

“Really? Then let’s get out of here quickly instead of doing this.”

“No. If we’re not careful, we could end up leading them to the hideout. It would be better to split up the group and-”

Jincheol, who was listening to Miguel, suddenly raised his head. Following that, Miguel and the Rabitos also pricked up their ears and looked up at the sky.

Unlike the other rabbits who were looking around the sky, Jincheol looked straight in one direction. There was a rumbling sound coming from there.

“It looks like they’re already here.”

As if Jincheol was muttering, an airship suddenly appeared between the clouds in the sky. It had a large oval-shaped body with wings extending on both sides, and at the ends of the wings, large engines and propellers were rotating.

Jincheol squinted his eyes and glared at the airship. He could see a black port protruding from the bottom of its oval body.

The next moment the port burst into flames.

At the same time that the thud sound was heard a little later, a loud cracking sound erupted a little distance away from where the rebels had stopped. The impact shook the heavens and the earth, causing the Rabitos to fall over or fall backwards.

Miguel, who still had some conscious energy, shouted urgently.

“Get on board! All vehicles! We’re entering the difficult-to-aim-byeok valley ahead!”

The rebels quickly dispersed, and Jincheol also turned around and ran to the group’s truck. The group was seen being surprised by the artillery fire.

“Run!”

At Jincheol’s shout as he passed by the driver’s seat, Doljumeok started the engine without hesitation and set off. Jincheol also started the engine of the bike he had parked and followed the cars ahead.

Vehicles large and small raced down the canyon, kicking up dust. Far in the sky, a large airship followed them, lowering its altitude. Of course, the gun barrels protruding from the bottom of the airship continued to fire continuously.

A loud explosion occurred in front of the rebels. However, the rebel vehicles, unable to stop, continued to run through the dust and flames. Pieces of broken rock scattered like snow.

Jincheol also turned the handlebars of his bike here and there to avoid the flying rocks and dirt. The four-wheeled vehicles were shaking wildly, so his two-wheeled vehicle also swayed. The loud explosion rang throughout the valley and echoed in his ears, and fire and smoke rose from where the shells exploded. Jincheol felt a vision flash before his eyes with each flash, and he gritted his teeth.

“Fuck···!”

The rebels entered deeper and deeper into the canyon. The airship chasing them also lowered its altitude and got closer to the canyon. Once it was low enough, it started firing machine guns followed by artillery fire.

Bullets rained down on the dry ground of the valley floor. The rebel vehicles swayed back and forth to avoid the bullet rain, but eventually, one of the vehicles lagging behind became a beehive with a tingling sound. Jincheol, who was passing by them, saw the mess inside and the motionless rabitos.

Immediately afterwards, a shell fell on the slowing vehicle, sending flames and debris flying, and black smoke billowing into the air.

The rebels were not helpless. They each leaned out of the car’s ceiling or window and sat on the blimp, aiming their guns at it. The airship was almost in the canyon, so the range was sufficient.

The problem was that the rebels’ thudding firepower was not enough to deal much damage to the large airship. Even when the rebels’ bullets hit the airship, the steel ship followed along unharmed and continued to fire.

Another vehicle exploded in the barrage. Miguel, who had opened the roof of the truck and was firing his rifle, saw this and cried out as he pulled the trigger repeatedly toward the airship.

The airship responded by firing a hail of bullets from its machine guns, the rear of Miguel’s truck being riddled with bullets.

The rebels inside quickly pulled Miguel inside.

“Capitan! It’s dangerous! Come inside!”

“Get rid of them! If we don’t shake off that pursuit, we’ll all die!”

“Capitan!”

Jincheol, who was riding a two-wheeled vehicle and looking at them, turned his head. He saw Doljumuk holding the steering wheel with his teeth clenched, and Ramien leaning out the window and brandishing a pistol toward the airship. Maro was holding Ramien’s body so that she wouldn’t fall out.

Jincheol turned his gaze and looked around. His eyes took in the cliffs and rocks on both sides that seemed to have been cut with a knife, the cars running by, and the airship chasing from behind.

In a brief moment he made a decision.

With a jerk of the throttle, his two-wheeler shot forward, the engine, given new life, sucking in fuel and spinning the gears madly with tumultuous little explosions.

Jincheol was at the forefront of the rebels for a moment. But he didn’t stop there, and at one point he suddenly turned the handlebars and went sideways. He and his motorcycle were riding on a side road that went up the cliff of the valley.

Miguel, who was arguing with his subordinates, discovered Jincheol’s movements. He followed Jincheol up the cliff with his eyes and absentmindedly looked up. However, he soon lost sight of him as he crouched down due to a nearby artillery fire. When he raised his head again, Jincheol was nowhere to be seen.

“What? Did he, did he run away?”

No. Miguel soon found Jincheol on the cliff. He was far behind where he had originally been running, behind where the enemy airship was currently flying.

The next moment, Jincheol’s body kicked the motorcycle and jumped up.

His body floated as if it was flying through the sky of the canyon. Immediately after, his body naturally landed on the top of the airship’s body. This was a possible intrusion because the airship was flying below the canyon.

The Rabitos of Siapo inside the airship suddenly raised their heads at the sound of the ceiling rumbling, and opened their mouths wide when they saw the white blade coming in with a whoosh. Then, when the blade tore through the ceiling, and Jincheol fell from the torn ceiling, they were not only shocked but also terrified.

The captain, who had some sense, shouted at him.

“Who, who are you!”

“Hijacker.”

“···?”

Jincheol answered briefly and then ran towards him.

Miguel, who was running down the canyon, was surprised that the gunfire stopped right after Jincheol jumped onto the airship. And that surprise turned into horror the moment the airship’s altitude gradually decreased and its hull crashed into the bottom of the canyon.

The airship’s two propellers smashed into pieces as they hit the ground, and the oval-shaped hull collapsed under its own weight. Then, the engine that had collided with the propellers exploded, and the entire airship exploded with a loud crack.

“···”

All the rebels stopped their vehicles and stared blankly at the explosion. The blazing flames and black smoke rose into the sky through the canyon.

“···!”

And they were able to find Jincheol walking out with his back to the crimson flames.