I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 323

TN: Please read my translations only on my website since I never give my permission to any site to host my translations. And if you like my translations, please support this site on Ko-fi and Patreon to read several chapters ahead!

Enjoy~

Chapter 323 – Dog Without Master

Myrril tilted her head with a curious expression.

“A soldier from Yoshua’s world, huh? I’d be interested.”

“This is not the time to be so relaxed, Myrril-san. The other side is very different depending on how many people, what kind of equipment, and what kind of soldiers from what country they are.”

“Surely they don’t have cavalry, do they?”

“There are some, but they don’t ride horses.”

“I don’t understand cavalrymen who don’t ride horses, but they ride other vehicles, don’t they? If that were the case, they would not have taken up a position inside the castle. I don’t think they have archers, so they must be infantry, right?”

Well, yes. First of all, they would be land troops, most likely light infantry.

“There are many different types of infantry, depending on the mission, the formation, and the equipment. It varies a lot from country to country.”

“Oh.”

To be honest, I don’t know that much about the armies and military organizations of countries around the world. I don’t know the characteristics of each country’s military, and I don’t have a strategy for what kind of military to deal with. I don’t think I have any racial prejudices, but I don’t want to kill each other with the members of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces.

I don’t want to fight anywhere, including the armies of this world because I don’t like that kind of thing.

“Do you want to try a surrender call?”

“Eh?”

Myrril, reading my thoughts as usual, draws a circle in the air with a laugh.

“If they want to die for nothing in this dying land, that’s up to them. Then I will fight them with all my might. Everyone can see the devastation of the Empire at a glance, can’t they?”

I doubt it. If you look out of the window of the Imperial Palace, you will understand that this country is on the road to ruin. Although this is the capital of a country, there is not a single person on the streets or in the buildings. There is not a single voice or sound to be heard.

The question is, are these people able to look out of their windows at the street? If they can’t see what’s going on around them, or if they can’t see anything, or if they’re in a state of narrow vision, we can’t expect them to be able to make calm decisions.

“Do you hear me, you hired soldiers?”

Myrril announces in a clear voice at the end of the corridor.

“The only enemies we have are the Emperor and his cronies. If you do not interfere, I will leave you alone! Answer me immediately!”

The immediate answer was a hand grenade. I don’t know the model of the grenades, but three of the cylindrical type bounced down the corridor and rolled to the corner where Myrril and I were hiding.

“S-stow!”

“Negotiations have broken down.”

On the contrary, it was a signal for the battle to begin. Four soldiers came rushing down the corridor at a tremendous speed as if to finish us off if we were distracted by the explosion.

“Mir, cover your ear!”

I threw the grenades back into the corridor and hid in the shadows. I thought about the possibility of a stun grenade being used, so I covered my ears and eyes, but all I saw were shrapnel grenades. Myrril shot the men as they rolled and groaned.

After stowing the men’s bodies and equipment, we temporarily withdrew. One floor below, I entered a large, simple room that appeared to be for standby and asked Myrril to keep a lookout.

I planned to roll over the freshly shot bodies and examine them for any distinguishing marks that might reveal their identities.

“Ah.”

His weapon of choice was an M4 assault rifle with an optical sight. Khaki work trousers and tactical boots. He has a stack of extra magazines in his pocket but no helmet. No communicator or backpack.

“PMC, huh?”

The bodies are two dark-skinned ones that look South American and one Caucasian. One looks Asian, but I am not sure. Their affiliations and nationalities were unknown. Of course, there were no emblems, name tags, or dog tags. I don’t know where these people had fought.

“Piemusi?”

“A kind of hired soldier. That’s right, Myrril.”

They wore matching T-shirts and baseball caps but no markings or logos. I had no knowledge of the PMC companies, so I knew nothing about them. The only company names I know are Executive Outcomes and Blackwater. Both are no longer around.

“How does the quality compare to regular soldiers?”

“I hear a lot of them are ex-soldiers. The quality… depends on the employer’s standards and pocketbook.”

“For better or worse, they looked like a pretty elite soldier. They were as smart and well-coordinated as the Beastmen. After throwing the ‘Gurenedo,’ they would have rushed in without hesitation, wouldn’t they? Maybe it was because they looked down on us, but they could not have done that if they did not trust the one leading them.

She sounded happy about it, but that means we’re in trouble, don’t you think? We can’t take out Casspir in a hallway fight like this.

“Is this the same weapon as the ‘Emufo’ you used in Casemaian?”

Myrril asked, pointing to the M4. The PMC version has different colors and shapes of parts and accessories, giving it a different appearance.

“Yes, this is the weapon that is officially used in the military of the country that made the Humvee. It is the largest and most powerful country in my former world, so it is produced in enormous quantities, and there are many different derivatives and modified parts.”

In fact, the M4 itself is a derivative. I’ll skip this part because it would be too boring, and I’ll save the production numbers of the AK for later. Military otaku stuff usually makes girls cringe.

“It depends on how they react from now on…”

Myrril raises her hand and lowers her voice.

“They’re on the move.”

Myrril’s eyes move over the ceiling, reading a sound or a sign that I don’t understand.

“Four… No, six of them. They are heading for the stairs we came down. I think a separate unit is coming from the other side.”

Is there a staircase on the other side of the corridor in front of this room? If we keep going like this, we’re going to get trapped, aren’t we?

“How about using the storage room to pull out the floor and the pillars? I think we can destroy them if we can break the whole thing down.”

“Ah, I tried that a while ago, but it was repelled. I think, like the mounted golem, there must be some kind of magic barrier built into the building materials of the defensive base.”

Rinko’s modified golem can be stowed away with Ecla-san’s adjustments, but there’s nothing we can do about it in this situation.

“Can’t you hold one side?”

It would be inconvenient if we were trapped. There is no need at all to participate in a disadvantageous indoor battle. We could go outside, but for some reason, this room has no windows. As far as I could remember, the only opening was near the stairs.

I could hear footsteps and feel the presence of footsteps coming down the stairs. I gestured for us to go to the stairs on the side we first used, and Myrril nodded.

“”Whoa!””

Just before they jumped in, I tried to block their path. Casspir’s huge body seemed to fill the corridor, and there was a near-shriek from the attacking force, which had advanced silently. Since it was tipped over, we would not be shot through the gap, nor should we be. Or rather, judging by the sound of them banging on the vehicle bodies and shouting their names, we must have crushed some of them with the vehicle bodies.

“I’m getting the KPV out, can you fire?”

“Got it. Hurry, Yoshua.”

She pointed to the other end of the corridor. I don’t know what she’s pointing to because it’s about 200 meters away from where we are now.

“I can see the mirror and the end of the barrel of the gun looking back at me.”

I pull the heavy machine gun out of storage, and Myrril quickly checks the load. I think for a moment and choose the Dragunov sniper rifle, which I have never used since I bought it. It’s about as realistic as you can get, considering my eyesight and marksmanship.

“Let’s start shooting.”

The power of the 14.5 x 114 mm rounds was more like a cannon than a rifle. The heat and pressure stirred the air as the energy was dispersed. At the end of the corridor, incendiary armor-piercing rounds began to shoot through the walls, burning them. I began to lose my balance and took a kneeling sniper position at the end of the corridor.

“Yoshua, are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay, Myrril-chan!”

I didn’t want her to notice that I was dizzy, so I put on my best bluff.

“When it’s just you and me, we can do anything!”

“That’s the man I always admired!”

The heavy machine gun rounds fired with a smile completely crushed the corner of the corridor.

If you like my translations, please support me on Ko-Fi and subscribe my Patreon to read several chapters ahead!