Read Novel Full Chapter 229
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Chapter 229 – Penetrators
“I don’t think two thousand will work for this one.”
“Right?”
I let out a groan as I climbed to the top of the city walls, the devastation more than I expected. There were countless small monsters surrounding the walls. Whenever they saw us, they let out a shrill, high-pitched laugh and threw rocks and snowballs at us that couldn’t even reach us. Some of them were pounding on the city gate, shouting with glee, while others were devouring deer and birds they had caught somewhere and fighting over them.
They are like caricatures of undisciplined children.
“It is unpleasant just to look at them. Can I shoot them all?”
“Sure, but I don’t want you to waste the precious .45 caliber, so I’ll get Mir-san’s gun for you this time.”
“Well… with so many to shoot, it can’t be helped.”
It seems that Ivan was stopped when he tried to rent a horse-drawn sleigh. It wasn’t so much out of concern for the captain of the guard but rather out of concern for the horses, as he didn’t want his precious tools of trade to become goblin fodder.
Behind the breastworks, an archer, or rather a guard skilled in archery, waited with a longbow in his hand, but his motivation seemed to have already been sapped.
“Not good, Captain.”
“What is it? If you don’t have enough arrows, get them out of storage.”
“But there is also the problem of supply. They have about 30 percent of them with shields and 20 percent in armor, so if we hit them at a bad angle, they will bounce off.”
“Oh, is that armor? It’s so dirty I didn’t recognize it.”
Ivan smiled brightly as if he had just blown it all off. On the first day of his first vacation in over a year, he could not help but laugh.
“It’s okay; we’ll take care of the rest so you can all get out of here.”
“Can I leave it to you?”
“It would be better if you stay at the guard station because there is a danger of stray bullets from our magic tools.”
I’ll ask the guards to stay out of sight while we make preparations over here. When there were no more people in sight, I pulled out a couple of PPSh-41s and about eight magazines.
“Mir, can you give me a hand?”
I pulled out six curved box magazines and two large drum magazines.
“What’s that round thing?”
“It’s a special magazine that holds about seventy rounds. Be careful with it.”
I had read on the Internet that some poor wartime ammunition had its spring burst, resulting in the amputation of a finger.
I will be in charge of this, while Myrril-san will load the box-shaped magazine. I think it was supposed to hold 35 rounds, but I can’t remember.
“They have a strange shape. I guess that’s why the magazine is warped, right?”
As Myrril loaded, she observed the ammunition from the box: the .30 caliber Tokarev rounds were shaped like stepped rifle bullets, even though they were pistol rounds. They are tapered and sloped, so the magazines are curved like AKMs.
“It can shoot through a piece of crude armor, so I think it’s a good choice for this application.”
The energy content of this ammunition is not much different from that of the 45 ACP or 9mm Parabellum, but the warhead is smaller, faster, and has a steel core for greater penetrating power. When the Tokarev pistol was synonymous with illegal guns in Japan, police must have been wary of its ability to penetrate bullet proof vests.
“We’re done here.”
“Wait, I’ve got a little more to do… Alright.”
It took me a while to get used to it, but I managed to load it. I looked at the condition of some of the guns and took two of each that seemed to be in good shape. They were old guns, but they were cleaner than I expected and had been properly maintained. Whether it was Simon’s care or the last user was a meticulous type is unknown. One of the rifles is spared by being turned around on my back with a leather belt. It’s a bit heavy for me, but Myrril-san seems to have no problem with it.
“I’ll try to use the one with the drum magazine last. After we shoot all the box magazines, we’ll teleport back.”
“I understand. But shouldn’t we shoot from here?”
I tried firing one magazine at a time to familiarize myself with the operation of the gun, but the city walls are not flat and protrude unevenly, so there are many blind spots, and since I was shooting down, I had to aim individually. Since there were so many of them, it was decided that it would be better to split them horizontally to increase the damage to the enemy.
That was one of the difficulties we had in Casemaian. There are both advantages and disadvantages to continuing to attack from a safe distance.
I reloaded the magazines I had used and looked for a place to teleport.
“How about that rocky area first?”
“It’s not that bad. We could destroy a group of them there and see what happens.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
I moved with the princess in my arms. As soon as I dropped her, Myrril began to sweep through the middle of the group.
“This thing’s balls come out pretty fast.”
“It’s designed that way. They didn’t put much thought into aiming and firing.”
The .30 caliber rounds themselves were easy to use, with low recoil and good penetration. When they split the group, they seemed to have done more damage than expected, including secondary damage. Some of them are not dead, but there is no support from healing magic, so they roll around and eventually stop moving. Their strength will certainly be reduced.
In the blink of an eye, the box-shaped magazines were fired and reloaded, and when the next magazine was fired, the goblins finally began to flee.
“Mir.”
“Umu, this is good.”
With a princess carry, I moved to where the goblin horde was fleeing. Slightly angled to the side, we split the advancing group horizontally. Each of us shot three magazines of ammunition, more than two hundred rounds in all, and then switched to a spare weapon with a drum magazine attached.
If they ran, we would retreat; if they came at us, we would intercept them. The group of goblins with low intelligence and no leader stopped moving.
This was an opportunity to take aim.
“Can we go back to the city walls after shooting all the drum magazines?”
“No problem. If it comes down to it, we got the M1911.”
I have the UZI in storage, but we both have pistols in our shoulder holsters. My Browning Hi-Power is loaded with thirteen rounds, which should buy us enough time if we have an accident and can’t get back right away.
“Okay, let’s clean them up.”
As I unloaded the seventy rounds from each drum magazine at full auto, the goblins began to crumple and convulse left and right. By the looks of it, there were a little over three hundred bodies in all. Including the wounded, about 20% of the group seemed to be incapacitated.
“Well, let’s go back.”
We were back on top of the city walls, and we were back to loading magazines. This time, we loaded a few more twelve-box magazines.
“It’s easier this way.”
“I agree.”
We stopped using the drum magazine because it was not efficient and took a long time to load. Although it held the same number of rounds as two box magazines, it took more than three times as long to load. Although there were no problems, I was afraid that the spring would break and I would get hurt.
“Takifu, Mir, are you okay?”
Ivan-san, the captain of the guard, called us from the station.
“Everything is fine, no problems!”
If there is a problem, it’s that the goblin horde is running away from us. From what I could see from the city walls, they were starving, and out of time, so they seemed to have no choice but to retreat. They are forming a clique, gathering shield bearers, and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. I guess they are very determined, but I don’t feel like praising them because they look so disgusting. I don’t know if that’s a racist thing or not.
“You don’t have to be merciful to them.”
“Hmm?”
“You saw their weapons and armor. They were taken from adventurers. Their owners are probably being fed to the goblins.”
Wow… I thought that might be the case, but it’s terrible to hear it again. The other world is a harsh place, isn’t it?
“The adventurers you saved would have been in the same situation had you not rushed to them before they were killed. When dealing with monsters, the only choice is to kill or die.”
As soon as we finished loading, we headed back out into the snowfield. When the goblins saw us standing in the open without shields, they came at us, throwing their spears in unison.
I moved behind them and fired my PPSh-41 on full automatic. Without a scream or fear, the goblins stepped over the bodies of their comrades and came at us.
“Impudent!”
We exchange magazines while covering each other and keep sending bullets at them. The iron-core bullets pierced the shields and armor the goblins held in their hands, turning them into silent wreckage.
“Yoshua! A small group is coming from the right!”
“I’ll take care of them!”
At Myrril’s warning, I turned to face the small group, my back to them. There are so many of them that I can’t bring myself to aim and shoot with a semi-automatic weapon. In this situation, I was grateful for small-caliber, high-velocity rounds that could penetrate even overlapping enemies at once.
We ended up killing about 400 goblins in the second assault. I think we neutralized about a third of the group…
“For a monster, they thought it out pretty well, didn’t they?”
“…Hey, where did they get that?”
Some of the remaining goblins were hiding behind mobile wooden shields, perhaps the wreckage of horse-drawn sleighs, and were trying to attack us. On the other hand, a group of them began to form a distorted group formation by combining thick, tower-shaped large shields, and even a group of them began to carry the corpses of their comrades and use them as shields.
“I guess even monsters have to use their wits to survive.”
“This is no time to be impressed, Myrril-san.”
After reloading the magazines, we attacked for the third time. I’m equipped with an AKM, just in case. Myrril is still equipped with a PPSh-41, but she has 20 magazines of her own. That’s 700 rounds of ammo.
I knew from before that this woman had a strong Rambo-esque penchant for one-man armies. As usual, she is an incomparable Nojaloli.
“Now we’re ready. Let’s go, Yoshua!”
She laughs.
“It’s time to hunt.”