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Chapter 235 – Deer’s Cry
Yes, I knew it.
I knew it would happen. I knew it, but I still dared to take on the challenge. To test the true value of the pistol, the eternal number one for me, to see how far it would go.
The result of the challenge was this…
“Den-den doesn’t work.”
That’s so much funnier. When I heard that it was three times the weight of a horse pulling a sled, I should have given up. By eye, it doesn’t work with three times the weight. The creature, said to be a shield-antlered deer, has thick, tough-looking skin similar to that of a rhinoceros, covered with long, dense hair, and its huge, elk-like frame trembles with rage. His huge antlers, which gave him its name, are flat and thick and hang down to its face, covering its vital areas and aiding its charge. It’s like a natural bulldozer.
The story goes back a bit.
After we left Ivan-san’s parent’s house, we had become an irregular Mauser Military Variant mixed team, with me in the lead with a Spanish-made copy and Myrril-san in the back with two Chinese-made .45 Shanxi Type 17 pistols. If you ask me if there is any point in such a team, there is none. I just wanted to use them, but I know it’s impossible. If you can beat them with a bow and arrow, there’s no reason why the big Mauser can’t get through! I just went with the flow of the moment.
Following us with some trepidation was a macho riverboatman named Roue-san. He is a master at navigating the boat, carrying cargo, fishing, and handling fish, but he is a novice at hunting.
The boat is now in the water, and the wreckage of what appears to be a rowboat, reduced to a few pieces of wood, twirls in the air.
“What’s that? It’s a deer, isn’t it?”
“It is a deer. You both know what a shield-antlered deer is, right?”
“I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never seen one. They only live in the Republic.”
“Why do deer attack boat docks?”
“Fresh produce for the winter is stored here for unloading. Root vegetables, salted wild plants, dried mushrooms and seaweed. It’s like a mountain of food for a starving deer.”
I may have made a bad choice of weapon. I had a bad feeling, but it was too late to back out. I had been vocal about the elegance and excellence of the Mauser automatic pistol before we left, and here I was, intimidated by Myrril-san’s “I told you so” look.
“Don’t worry about it, Yoshua. Do what you want. If push comes to shove… well, we’ll figure something out.”
No, it won’t. At least, I don’t think so.
“I heard this from a bowhunter once. He said that the shield antlered deer has a sharp point between its right and left eyes.”
Roue whispered in a hushed voice.
“Do you mean the forehead?”
“No, the deer’s eyes are on its sides, so it’s able to pierce two of them. A bow and arrow can only pierce two of the eyes.”
“That’s only possible if the deer is very careless…”
The 50-foot sailboat beside me was smashed to pieces, mast and all, and I prepared myself for death for a moment when a huge, monstrous creature slithered out of the shadows.
“What are you doing, Yoshua? Shoot, shoot!”
I fired twenty rounds in the Astra’s magazine on full automatic. The light, high-velocity bullets seemed to be sucked into the deer’s face, but they were all deflected by the slightly lowered antlers.
“Hey, that was dangerous!?”
The bullets ricocheted in all directions, piercing the hull of the ship and the walls of the warehouse. The huge body of the deer is filled with power, and its sharp eyes shoot at me before I have time to cool down as a stray bullet grazes my body. I could see that it recognized me as an enemy.
With a gasp, I pull out an empty clip and insert an extended magazine with twenty rounds. I switch the selector to single-shot and fire a series of shots into the relatively thin skin of its neck, aiming for the moment it looks up to threaten me.
With a desperate effort, I bite down on the “You did it” death flag line. Sure enough, “Did you just do something, hmm?” The deer looked at me with a smug look on its face as if to say.
“Eh, no way!”
No, I admit, there was a part of me that thought it would be okay if I could get rid of it because it would be heartbreaking to unilaterally exterminate an innocent wild animal. It was not only arrogance but also a very selfish thought. If things continue as they are, I’m the one who will be exterminated.
“Are you kidding me?”
However, the two subsequent shots were missed with a shake of the head, and the subsequent shots seemed to have been deflected by the skin trembling with anger.
“This is impossible. Take over for me, and you can go out with your AK or Remington.”
“Do your best, Mauser!”
I fired another round, but it didn’t do much damage. I fired the second magazine, and the bolt stuck in the retracted position.
“I told you, it’s impossible. Yoshua, can I fire now?”
“Sure, but I still have one mag left.”
“If you shoot, the bullets will bounce off and damage the surrounding area. The meat will taste bad if it goes wild, and if the warhead stays in the body, it will get in the way of food. And they don’t even go through the skin.”
Faced with such a sound argument, I was weak. I had already hit the body at least ten times. At least one had landed. And yet, instead of collapsing, the deer became agitated and moved more vigorously. There was no bleeding, no sign of weakness.
I chambered the last round and sent the first bullet into the chamber.
Oh man, this could be bad. A 7.63 x 25mm Mauser bullet is useless against a monster like this. It’s a shame, but at least I should be able to use a 454 Casull, a polar revolver…
“Yoshua, to the right!”
I turn around and fire a full-auto twenty-shot burst from the magazine of my Spanish-made copy at the two fawns rushing out of the shadows. I reacted quickly, but it seemed to have an effect on the fawns, who were still a little smaller than sleigh horses. The two animals collapsed with a scream that sounded like a “kyong” and then convulsed and expired.
“Did we do it?”
“We did it, that’s for sure. All the bullets have been fired; what are we going to do?”
With a booming sound, steam rose from the shadows of the ship. A doe, raging with rage and hatred, crashed through the hull, whinnying like a steam locomotive as it came towards us.
“Teleport to the right, please!”
Oh, right, teleport. I was so nervous that it had never occurred to me. But I couldn’t get very far in the narrow landing area. I teleported to a position about seven meters away, pulled Ithaca out of my storage, and prepared it. I can’t control the Alaskan’s recoil. I’m not sure I can hit the target, at least not after the second shot, which would cause secondary damage with an AKM. A Remington with a scope is out of the question.
“A sharp point between the left and right eyeballs, right?”
Bullets from two .45 caliber Mauser imitation pistols were fired with precision into the left eye. The doe fell to her knees.
“This Shanxi is not so bad…”
The doe turned to face us, and Myrril shot through its eye. The bullet, which had stirred up the cerebrospinal fluid in the thick skull, exited through the back of the head, and the deer, splattered with cerebrospinal fluid, roared and fell on its side.
“Not good.”