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Chapter 269
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Chapter 269 – Angels and Fools
“Myrril, where’s the tent?”
“Half a mile northeast, behind those rocks. But a little more to the left, please. Yes, straight ahead!”
What is seen before us is the Imperial Army, 20 archers and 30 cavalrymen mixed in, but mostly about 100 infantrymen. All are lightly armed with wooden shields and leather armor. Weapons include longbows, cavalry spears, one-handed swords, and curved swords. There seemed to be a few soldiers with hand-held projectiles, but in short, they were small fry.
“Please don’t do that! If we run into them, we’ll all die!”
One villager, delirious with fear, tried to cling to me as I drove. I punched him out while facing forward.
“Shut up! Stay quiet in the back, and if you touch me again, I’ll kill you!”
I yelled, and he backed away. I had no intention of killing him, but I was more irritated than disappointed when I saw the pitiful appearance of the elves. I don’t want them all to be brave and proud, but I am angry because those who are about to be captured and sold are their own people, even if they are little children.
“All right, let’s stop right here.
“Don’t let any stray bullets hit the tent.”
“I know, that’s why I asked you to take this route.”
“”””Ooohhhhhh!!””””
As we come to a halt with our flanks facing the enemy lines, there are angry shouts from the Imperial troops, and they rush forward all at once. The ground shaking from over one hundred and fifty soldiers was transmitted to Casspir’s body.
“Can you do it, Milian?”
“I’ll do it!”
A shrine maiden with a PPSh at the ready pushed aside the villagers, who were all but dismayed and stood at the window. As the girl, only ten years old, moved with dignity to join the battle, not only the villagers but even the tribal chief, whose life had been saved, looked on.
“That’s the spirit, Milian. Can you take care of the shield-carrying infantry coming around to the right?”
“Yes! No problem!”
Milian poked the barrel of the rifle out of her eye and waited for the signal with a quiet fighting spirit.
“It’s four and a half miles to get them safely. First, harvest them with fully automatic fire, then finish them with a single shot.”
“Yes!”
The approaching soldiers seemed to have mistaken our halt for easy pickings. They grinned, formed a group, and began to slow their charge.
They were a good target when standing still.
“Well then, start shooting!”
“Yes!”
Hundreds of bullets scattered, killing the soldiers in an instant. Most of the soldiers collapsed, unable to comprehend what had happened or what had become of them. Those who manage to escape become targets for the aiming and shooting as they crouch and look around.
In the rear compartment, the elves froze, mouths agape and eyes wide as hot bullet casings bounced around.
“…..Wha-“
“What is this?”
“Yoshua, I need some bullets!”
“Hold on, here.”
A hand reached out from the gun emplacement and grabbed the boxed ammo belt. Immediately, the PKM’s fire resumed, knocking down soldiers in the distance as they turned to flee.
A group of sailors staggered closer, trying to deliver a crushing blow to Casspir, only to be hit by a PPSh bullet.
“All dead, sir!”
“You did it, Milian!”
It had been less than a minute since the attack began. I started Casspir and headed for the tent Mirryl had told me about. I steered so as not to step on the dead soldiers lying all over the plain, but if I couldn’t get out of the way, I kept going. The 10-ton vehicle didn’t feel much of a bump, but it wasn’t a good feeling.
“There’s a row of white tents up ahead. Can you stop just before it?”
“Roger.”
There were still more soldiers in addition to those who had stormed in. Around the tents were poorly armed and out of control, probably supply troops. A middle-aged man, thin and civilian-looking, ordered the soldiers to attack, shouting in a shrill voice.
“What are you fools doing? Kill them now!”
A bullet fired by Myrril pierced the man’s head. From the sound of it, it must have been a star pistol. As soon as I stopped the car, Myrril ran out with the UZI in her hand.
“Stay here. No one moves. Don’t go outside. Do what Milian tells you. If you try anything, I will kill you.”
“””Y-yes.”””
“Milian, I’m counting on you.”
“Roger.”
I followed Myrril with an Ithaca shotgun. The battle in front of the tent had already begun.
To be exact, it was almost over.
“Mir!”
“Over here, there are nine of them!”
In front of the big tent, there were about 20 bodies of fallen soldiers. All of them had the backs of their heads blown off, so they must have been shot in the eye. I can hear Myrril’s voice, but I cannot see her.
I move the supplies piled up in the tent in front of me out of the way, stowing them away one by one. I see Myrril crouching next to a box.
“Yoshua, take care of this.”
What she was shaking was a cage of crude wooden crates that I had seen on the watchtower. Three men were crammed into each box, which was a little over a meter wide. In addition, their collars or shackles are tied to the bars of the cage, and they are in a crouched position, unable to move. The bars were made of some sort of sturdy wood, and even an adult male would not be able to break them with his bare hands.
“Those scum…”
I stowed the cage away and removed all the shackles. The child I held up was so exhausted that he barely reacted.
“Pull yourself together; we’re here to help you.”
“…..”
“You did well. We’ll take you to your friends now.”
I carried the freed children to Casspir. Since it was too much trouble to open the door, I jumped to the ceiling, lowered them through the opening of the gun emplacement, and let the villagers receive them.
“Milian, please do the healing magic. Give them some water in the back.”
“Yes!”
I teleported back to the tent and returned to Casspir with the rescued children. After repeating the process several times and finally carrying the ninth with Myrril, I stopped Milian in the middle of the healing process.
“Do you know where the remaining one is?”
“…The remaining?”
“At first, I heard that there were twenty-seven people held captive. Seventeen were in the watchtower, and nine were in the tent. There should be one more.”
Milian, perhaps realizing this, made a gesture as if to focus her concentration.
“The reaction is too far away.”
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing resembling an enemy position north of where Milian was facing. All that was visible was the sea…
“Hey, no way.”
“…In the ship?”