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Chief?
I've brought the report from Lab 3.
Chief? Um, but you should turn the lights on. This isn't good for your eyes.
Yeah.
What are you reading so intently?
Is that an official military envelope?
Let's Continue the experiment, shall we?
My sweet little boy from 901.
The Cracked Portrait
Kill Kill.
Kill Kill!
Kill KILL!
What are you doing, Corporal?
Let's go!
It's time for some war relief!
It's already been three years since the war ended, and the Country's still falling apart.
I hear ya. We've got no houses and no jobs either.
At least while the war was going on,
we had free food and drink and a warm bed to sleep in.
Seriously. It's enough to make me want to go back to the army!
Oh, hey! You're up?
What's wrong?
Did you have another bad dream or something?
You were mumbling in your sleep.
No, I actually had kind of a good dream today.
Viscount Wolkins?
Who was he again?
He almost killed us!
He made us targets for his tanks.
Oh, right, right! Now I remember!
That Creepy local lord.
Are women's names the only things you remember?
The problem isn't the viscount.
It's his tank.
What do you mean, Lieutenant Webner?
The automatic feed mechanism in the gun turret.
That technology is still in the research stage in the empire.
It's not something a local viscount should be able to get his hands on.
There must be someone else who has perfected the technology.
I want you guys in State Section 3 to find out where he got his hands on that device.
Instead of having us go through the trouble of finding that out,
wouldn't it be faster just to ask Wolkins, the owner?
That's not possible.
He's being treated at a military hospital right now.
I'm a noble. I'm a great person.
I'm the greatest noble in the world.
It seems he's not in a condition to say anything useful.
Which brings us to...
Dr. Kortu?
And who is that?
Honestly, try remembering the names of people other than women sometime!
You learned about him in the academy, didn't you?
Dr. Kortu is also called "the Father of the Tank."
He's a great man who contributed to the earliest stages of tank development.
If anyone might have any information on that tank, it's him.
What's wrong, Martis?
Oh, nothing.
Huh? What kind of man is the Corporal?
Well, I'd say he's just a kind-hearted guy.
The thing about tanks is...
They're the most powerful weapons on land.
A massive body weighing tens of tons, rolling over the ground...
They can even run over sturdy bunkers.
Once one of them closes in, it's over.
There's no way something as weak as a human could survive.
And yet...
That Corporal faced one all alone, and took it out with a single handgun, yes?
One shot through that tiny view slit...
One shot at the top, where the armor is thinnest.
It's as if he clung right onto the tank and took his shot.
I will ask you one more time:
Just what kind of man IS Corporal Randel Oland, Martis?
Warrant Officer.
Huh?
Are you all right? You don't look so good.
Hey! Corporal! You're heavy! Corporal!
No, it's nothing.
For a great man, he sure lives in the middle of nowhere.
Shh!
Dr. Kortu, are you there?
I am Second Lieutenant Alice L. Malvin from the Intelligence Division.
He's probably some ultra-crotchety old man.
You'll forgive me for being crotchety.
I'm Kortu. What can I help you with?
My, it's such an honor to talk to someone who's written about in textbooks! I mean, really!
When you hear "Dr. Kortu," you think of the famous "Father of Tanks," right?
Our duty doesn't directly involve tanks,
but every time I take in the valiant sight of a tank,
it gives me a keen appreciation of your greatness, Doctor! Yes, sir!
I never saw this design during my time at the military factory.
There was no announcement of it at the Western Alliance's Technological Conference, either.
I see.
This is far superior to technology currently possessed by any country.
And your analysis?
Sir?
How thoroughly have you been able to analyze this tank?
We were just about to begin.
I see. About to begin, eh?
Unfortunately, there's nothing more I can tell you from these documents.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Huh? We're leaving?
Commander! Commander!
Th-This gun...
Th-This gun... It's the Corporal's...
I mean... Doctor! What is this?
It's called the Door Knocker.
Door Knocker?
That's the name of this 13mm anti-tank handgun.
Years ago, there was some absurd project...
The proposal was to push foot soldiers' firepower to the limit,
making them powerful enough to be used against tanks.
Flesh-and-blood foot soldiers against tanks?
Yes. Absurd, isn't it?
Anyway, the engineers came up with a last-ditch answer to the higher-up's demands:
A large-caliber infantry gun.
Namely, the very 13mm anti-tank infantry gun you're looking at.
13mm.
Weight, destructive power, recoil...
To fit the desired weapon specifications
and push what a human can handle to its absolute limit,
the engineers came up with this 13mm caliber gun.
It certainly is intimidating...
But it wouldn't be enough against today's main battle tanks.
There's only one way it could be effective:
To place the muzzle of the gun directly against the tank's armor
and fire at absolute point-blank range.
Point-blank range...
Door Knocker.
But in the end, the project stalled.
Not a single one of these guns was produced.
Even this is just a mock-up.
Besides, in the face of a giant steel monster like a tank,
do you think that any foot soldier... any HUMAN...
could pull off a suicidal tactic like that?
What took you so long, Martis?!
I-I'm sorry!
Just who are you, Corporal Randel Oland?
Is that lantern from the troop you were in before?
Um, what did you call it again?
The 901. I was an Anti-Tank Trooper.
901... Nine! Huh?
Martis!
What are you just sitting there for?
We're going to the development lab next. Stop wasting time.
Y-Yes, sir.
Yes, that's right.
It was that tank, as suspected.
Yes. And please be thorough.
I see. So no clues after all, huh?
Sorry you had to come all the way here to report.
No, this is part of our mission as well.
I guess this means we'll just have to take it apart by force.
Hey! Get your bars and burners ready! We're tearing off the armor!
All right!
They seem to be having fun.
Taking things apart and putting them back together.
Then taking them apart again and putting them back together.
That's the fun of being an engineer!
You make it sound like playing.
Watch what you say!
Sorry.
Hey lady, what's that tough-looking truck over there?
Oh, that's a new-model armored truck that's going to be deployed to Section 1.
Well, isn't Section 1 lucky? On the other hand, our Section 3 is...
What are you talking about? We just gave you a new vehicle!
It was a drill!
Huh? The turret... Is it being taken for a test drive?
Wh-What happened?
Sound the alarm! Contact HQ! We have a C-34 here!
A smoke discharger?!
Chief!
What's going on?
Damn, a tear gas grenade! What are they trying to do?
Who in the world are they?
No! Don't tell me...
They're trying to destroy the tank!
Chief!
I know!
I don't know who they are, but their target is that tank!
There's no way we can take them on with the firepower we've got here.
Call for reinforcements, now!
I'm sorry. The gas is making my eyes...
Idiot! That will go away soon.
Calm down! Don't panic and make this situation worse!
They're moving. What are they going to do now?
Those are assault-use Hedgerow cutters!
They're trying to completely destroy it?
Martis!
Martis! Get up! Run!
Martis, run!
Corporal...
Huh? That's strange.
Why is it that at a time like this,
what comes to mind isn't "Thank you" or "Are you all right?"...
...but "You monster"?
I see.
This is... This is...
Point-blank range.
The kill zone. The world the Corporal lives in.
I can't breathe! I can feel my stomach fluid coming up!
I'm scared.
I'm scared!
But the thing I'm scared of the most is...
Töten sie. Töten sie.
Kill Töten sie. Töten sie.
Kill!
KILL!
All three aboard the stolen armored truck are dead.
They died almost instantly.
Also, none were carrying any possessions to identify them.
So their objective was to protect the tank's secrets, huh?
Yes, sir. It is no longer possible to recover its technology.
And the Corporal?
He suffered injuries, but fortunately none of them were to the bone.
I hear he can be discharged in a month.
I see. Good work.
Your injuries aren't exactly light either, are they?
Go see the Corporal, and get yourself looked at...
Captain Hunks! Go see the Corporal, and get yourself looked at...
Captain Hunks!
What is the 901 Anti-Tank Troop?
Where'd that come from all of a sudden?
Well, it's...
The unit the Colonel used to belong to.
I should have realized it sooner.
August 9th is the day the first emperor died on the battlefield.
Since then, the unwritten military rule has been to consider the number 9 taboo
and never use it, right?
That's a very old practice.
It's used quite a bit lately.
Even so, I don't think it's ever been used as the first number in a unit's designation!
This is a list of all branch military units at the time of the ceasefire.
There isn't a single unit with a designation beginning in the 900s!
The 901 ATT does not exist in our army!
It doesn't exist, huh? Truer words were never spoken.
That's why they were called
the Invisible 9.
Invisible 9?
Th-That's...
Captain Hunks! We have a problem!
What's wrong?
It's... Viscount Wolkins committed suicide at the military hospital!
It... It can't be!
To keep his mouth shut about the tank, probably.
I don't know what organization we're dealing with, but they sure do thorough work.
Well, some information out there is so dangerous that knowing it could get you killed.
That might just include information on the Invisible 9.
You sure you still want to stick your nose into this, Warrant Officer Martis?
Yes, sir.
Corporal...
Look, I brought hospital food today. Doesn't it look good?
What's wrong? You always crowd around and gobble it up.
Oh.
I smell like blood, don't I?
Kurikuri manako pa pa pa dokkin!
Daiji na ninmu yaru zo kennin
Mimi wo sumashi chouhou
Osara kaburi senkou
Maji Nesuru
Furifuri shippo pi pi pi zukkin!
Anagachi ima wa koi no unki
Mokushi ano ko lock on
Shippo futte love and roll
Zetsurin FAIYAA!
L-Launch!
Sekai wa manma kiri no naka
Kimi no kaori wo oikaketeku
Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii
Go! Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii
Daiji datta takaramono
Hey! Daiji datta takaramono
Mitsuketara amakami yo
Whenever a "Yes" comes out of your mouth, I want to hear "Sir" before and after it!
Sir, yes sir!
No! Don't, Merc!
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Next Episode Hey Merc, with the Corporal in the hospital, things are a little lonely.
Next Episode Section 3 seems pretty different...
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By the way, who is that nurse?
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Next time: "Shallow-Minded Men"
Next Episode Come and get us, if you're not scared!
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