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"I'm John, squad leader of the 12th Vehicle Crew Mechanized Infantry Squad of the Mechanized 139th Regiment! My home is at No. 133, Donak Agricultural Reclamation New District, and my son is Little John!!
Give my flag-planting merit to my son, Little John! Did you hear me?! Give my flag-planting merit to Little John, son of John, squad leader of the 12th Vehicle Crew Mechanized Infantry Squad!!"
The Flower Shield soldier stuck his upper body out of the Baneblade Tank's hatch, raised the Flower Shield flag high with both hands, and waved it continuously.
His voice was thunderous, and he shouted himself hoarse. He hoped friendly snipers or observation posts would see him and hear what he said.
Whether the friendly forces had seen or heard him was unknown, but an enemy sniper certainly had.
A Silver Shield sniper, covered head to toe in dirt, had buried half his body underground. He held a Laser Sniper Rifle fitted with a massive scope.
He first looked at the soldier atop the Baneblade Tank through his Laser Sniper Rifle, identifying the uniform he wore.
Then he looked at the flag the soldier was constantly waving. After confirming it was an enemy flag, he aimed at the Flower Shield soldier's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
With a whoosh, a thick beam of laser fire shot out and struck the Flower Shield soldier's chest armor.
The Flower Shield soldier screamed and slowly collapsed.
Inside the commander's compartment, the Flower Shield soldier lay on the armored floor, unable to catch his breath as painful groans escaped him.
He looked at his chest. He wore armor there, but the Laser Sniper Rifle's power