An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

It's morning, we're leaving.

Now it's just us.

Five formations: Mr. Bertier, me, Saran Deputy Leader Mild, and Mr. Bow Rant. Lords, wizards Nee, and recovery Neeton are leaving messages.

Mr. Bertier, Mr. Mild and Mr. Rant will have shields to defend themselves this time.

You're a free carriage without a roof so you can release Saran's bow in all directions.

Make this one six-headed carriage to distribute the goal. Because he seems to love horses.

Saran is the center of the carriage.

Next to it, I'll put the 375 H&H Magnum Rifle Remington M700 downstairs in case it's unexpected, and equip it with a 26-inch shotgun barrel M870 packed with seven OO (double-eau) backs that were blessed by Mr. Nanotes.

The left pocket is pampered with eighteen shots left.

The M700 is taken off scope and left only open site (* 1).

You're a close-range combat specialist. I hope you don't get the wings to use this.

Saran's arrows are accompanied by silver arrows prepared by the church.

Before we left, you snuck up on Mr. Nanotes, and I talked to him.

”Put it in that arrow magic bag. Because I bless you.”

"Aren't you going to be overwritten by church protection?

”Isn't it set to zero effect on the protection put on by such a church hebo priest? Which one do you believe, Mr. Nakajima?"

"Yes, sir. You got it."

Borrow five special arrows from Saran and put them in a magic bag ready.

From the digital radio I kept in my chest pocket, I replied with a whisper "(oops!)" so I take it out of my bag and return it to Saran.

Saran totally trusts me if it's what I do, so you laughed and received arrows without saying anything.

Let the papa slowly walk the six headed carriage.

This time they collected all the wasting horses on the assumption that they would be done, because these guys won't run.

I'm a little sorry for the horse.

"... Oh, it's about time..."

In the center of the carrier, Saran leads an arrow to the bow and stands by so that you can pull it at any time.

I also point the muzzle up and hold the foreend with two shots between my left index finger and my middle finger.

"Coming!

Grrr! Grrr!

Something black comes running down the slopes beside the streets shaking the grass at tremendous speed!

I jumped big and hung on the leading horse!

Mr. Bertier pulls the reins and stops the horse, and hihihi-hheeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Dosh!

Stabbed!!

It works! That's the goddess!

Kick your horse and Warwolf will jump in here!

The risen Mr. Bertier stepped on his feet and stuck his shield out...... he was pushed down! What a power!

Try to hit the muzzle on Warwolf's head!

Dokkon!

Give it a bloodbath and flinch it, Warwolf!

Dokkon!

To the glaring warwolf!

Dokkon!

To a flipping warwolf!

Dokkon!

To Warwolf rolling off the carrier!

Dokkon!

To Warwolf trying to crawl away!

Dokkon!

Horses surprised by the gunfire are raging and stepping on Warwolf

Warwolf, try to stay away from the carriage all the time.

What a tough guy!

Mr. Bertier jumps up from the carrier and punches a spear through Warwolf's back with all his weight.

Mr. Bertier falls without stabbing him half.

What a hard body!

Zaku!

Zaku!

Saran's arrow pierces him as he continues to stand.

While I was buying time, I reloaded the silver shot shell and I jumped off the carrier too, aiming at the crawling Warwolf's neck, almost at zero distance!

Dokkon!

Dokkon!

Dokkon!

Dokkon!

Dokkon!

Dokkon!

... The sixth shot took my neck off my torso.

I know it's embarrassing, but I can't be relieved if I don't get this far.

This is the demon...... A real demon.

Tremors come as they do now.

Katakata Katakata.............

My hands tremble and it's hard to load a shot shell.

I was scared......

It brings back memories of him being attacked by a higma and dying in his lifetime.

It's my trauma. I wasn't able to overcome it.

"Shit!"

Mr. Bertier laughs bitterly in regret.

"I knew it was Singh at the end."

Is that it?

I don't care who you are. I don't care who you fight anymore.

"Are you okay, Sin?"

"I'll wash it..."

When I realized it, I was bleeding back.

Go down the street and find the creek, where you take off your clothes and wash your face.

Clothes too...... You should probably get dressed now.

Put all my camouflage hunter clothes off in a plastic bag I took out of my magic bag and wash my shaved body as well.

"Mr. Nanotes, this is Nakajima...... Please respond."

I will contact Mr Nanotez on a digital radio.

”Yes! Nanothes! What do you say? The silver bullet worked!"

"Ah...... Thank you. Thanks to you, I managed to take him down. I used 12 bullets."

”Was it? That should break through Warwolf's defenses. It's sturdy. That's a demon.”

"Um, I bled back, is this okay?"

”It's okay. If they die, it won't affect them anymore."

That's not what I said.

"It's a little strange."

”Really? Then I'll purify you, so get in your magic bag."

"No, no, you can't do that -!!

It's not big enough for people to get in as much as they want!

”It's a joke. Magic Bag Wear It From Your Head”

"Please?

That's how I opened my yellow bag mouth and wore it from my head.

It's dark.

”Yeah, no, no, no. Yes, it's all right now!"

"Thank you"

That's how you take the bag off your head.

"... what are you doing, Singh?"

... I was worried to see that Saran was wearing a bag naked from his head. That already looked worrying to me.

My favorite M870 is also bloody.

I already dipped this in the water and washed the shabu-shabu.

I think it will rust so much later that I need to take care of it quickly.

I'll shake the water, get dressed, and change into civilian clothes.

Saran wipes my body with a towel and takes care of me. Wife is good.

When I got back, everyone, I put dead trees and round-tails together over Warwolf and was ready to burn them.

"Your lord tells me you don't need proof of crusade. He said it would be easier and more dangerous to take it home."

I also bought kerosene from a magic bag and I will shake it.

When Saran ignites with a fireball into a dead tree, glued with kerosene, the assembled round-tails burn up little by little.

Throw in a plastic bag with the camouflage hunter clothes you've always loved and burn them together. Warwolf's blood is everywhere.

Ugh.

It's an amazing flame.

Next to the flame, spread a clean cloth, break down the water-washed M870 in pieces, wipe the water and dry. The structure is simple, so the number of parts is small even when fully disassembled. The M870 is. The trigger assembly does not need to be disassembled. A whole set of hammers and triggers can be removed while being combined.

The only part of the stock in the back that needs to be turned by the driver, right?

Sprinkle plenty of cancer oil substitute WD-40, permeate it, and kick out the water completely......

Every single part of the M870 I put by the burning fire is about as hot as it gets when I touch it. Everything is made of metal except the stock and foreends. It will dry quickly and will be ready to assemble.

"Sin, I forgot"

They give me the Remington M700 that Saran left on the carrier.

"Thanks"

As I sat down, holding the M700, my body tremor subsided.

Can't you feel safe without a gun?

Are you a gun addict? I am.

I came to this world, and it was the scariest thing I've ever done.

Saran came behind me and gave me a gentle hug.

Everyone sees it and looks so jealous......

- - Author annotation - -

- Zero range fire

"Zero range shooting doesn't mean shooting at close range enough to hit the enemy. The objection to the presumption that" horizontal shooting without elevation angle with artillery "is also, in fact, incorrect and there is the theory that" the tubes of the explosive bomb shall be set to burst at the same time as the firing ". It seems that there will be as many different interpretations as there are going to be if we go back to gun history in the future, and care should be taken to use them more often.

That said, it's something cool that makes me want to use it.

* 1. Open site

What happens when you put a scope on a gun that has an open site, you can see the shooting gates and lightning stars down there with a blur in it. I don't block the scope's sight because it only looks like a black shadow. Anyone with binoculars or telescopes should stand and shake their fingers in front of the lens as they peek. You should see that it doesn't stand in the way of your sight.

If you don't mind, it's nothing at all. Anyone who doesn't mind will use it as it is, and others who care will remove the illumination gate, illumination star, when mounting the scope.

Since modern hunting rifles presuppose mounting scopes from the outset, there are fewer rifles with illuminating stars and shooting gates.