It\'s terrible, they must have been burned to the ground. A girl in a black rider suit with blond hair in a ponytail is riding a motorcycle, looking over a village engulfed in flames. I believe this area is supposed to be Master Hart\'s territory. The girl recalls the face of the leader of a militia group that is cooperating with her unit. The leader has a strange and fearsome appearance, but his actions and personality are charming and compassionate, and he is a man of the town, young and old, male and female, She is adored by men and women of all ages, young and old, hardcore and mercenary soldiers alike. Even she, who belongs to the military, is unintentionally referred to by her nickname, \"Sama-sama,\" even in her recollections. It was time to get off the bike and take a closer look at the damage. There is a car that comes barreling down the road from out of town at high speed. It\'s a technicality, so to speak. It\'s not just one car. You can see even from here that the occupants are armed. Are you saying they burned this village instead of setting it ablaze?\" The girl checks her gun, jumps on the bike, and starts off, the rear wheel spinning wildly. Black Beta to Black Six, we have confirmation of an attack on the village by enemy guerrillas. Enemy patrols are in pursuit. The reconnaissance team sends a message to the command center via intercom. Black Six, this is Black Six. We will send help immediately. Cooperating organizations may be ahead of us. Do not be misled. Good luck.\" The area had relatively well-developed roads, so vehicular movement was easy, but the force was too spread out. The battlefield reaper doesn\'t die on the battlefield. See you soon.\" The girl responds with a one-handed shotgun blast. No,\" the girl responds. The power is different. The paved road makes it easy to see the difference in vehicle performance. Except when driving through narrow passages, motorcycles are no match for four-wheeled vehicles. They lose in the number of soldiers they can carry, in their weapons, and above all, in all kinds of stability. A shot from the back of a technical cargo truck punched through the fuel tank of a motorcycle. \"Kya! Enemy bullets graze the girl\'s body. Fuel overflows from the tank. Fuel overflows from the tank. The girl jumped off in the nick of time. However, she is about to be surrounded by the enemy\'s advance or the motorcycle squad that was waiting for her. Is this it? Captain. I wish I could have stayed with you a little longer, but....... At that moment, a soldier in military uniform on a motorcycle intervened in front of the girl with his motorcycle. He said, \"Sorry to keep you waiting, Second Lieutenant! Second Lieutenant! A group of militia, a different organization from the one that had been chasing the girl, and a group recognizable by their attire, followed. \"Gghhhh, looks like we\'re just in time.\" The new group, which included a number of skinheads, mohawks, and bare-chested figures