Wolf Barrel 5.56

From where the troops are lurking, about half an hour's walk down the mountain road takes you out onto a single narrow street.

Width of road to the extent that one carriage can finally pass through.

The outlook is very poor due to being sandwiched on both sides of the forest and further serpentine roads.

Me and Lau were lurking on the side of the street, ambushing targets.

From now on, we're going to attack the street police force that goes through here.

Safe escape route.

What the other side had demanded as consideration was odd, not gold.

Five torso armor for the street police.

It's intact, too.

The crest shall be solely stamped with a lion, of the nobility that governs the area.

There's a group of five cops around here, so if we attack one group, we'll have all the numbers. Plus time and place, we've already looked over there, and all we have to do is follow it. By the way, I didn't tell you why I wanted that stuff until the end.

Strange story, but there wasn't enough room for us to doubt it.

I mean, I'm just talking about killing the police force that goes through here and pulling my armor. But when it's intact, things don't get easy. I can't use the hand of showering arrows in large numbers.

I had no choice but to ambush the two of us, me and Lau, and talk about handling it quickly.

We have quite an arm.

But when the two of us are five policemen, the load is a little heavy.

Besides, only a limited number of places can be attacked.

Please stop raising the Army.

Yes, I couldn't help wishing on God.

1: 00 p.m.

Night chi dives through the gap in the armor and relentlessly takes away the body temperature that was stored in the bonfire. Damn, it freezes before they show up. He had shrunk himself and managed to contain the outflow of body temperature.

Me and Lau are ambushing in separate places.

Explore the signs of Lau, but don't know exactly where he's hiding.

I couldn't help but say how to erase that sign.

He has the agility not to look good on that giant, and the lurking skills. They're both half-human, half-human 'Wartiger' stunts.

Lau looks like a human species at first glance, but he's a clean sub-race. Apparently, the beast's ears and tail, which are exterior features, were cut off by themselves. I've heard why he did that, but he laughed and teased me. I guess that guy has something in his arms.

1 hour to keep waiting while listening to the breath of nocturnal animals.

Eventually the prey showed up.

The streets are lit up like streams.

Quickly check by telescope.

Five. Lion's crest on the chest.

Definitely. It's a street police unit in this territory.

The foothold was like an old man's walk, unlike an army sentry.

At a glance, we can see that the alert level is low.

The distance from them is 300 meters.

I determined which one to strike first from their armies.

Select an ambush plan in your head and tell Lau with a "chip... chip" bird sounding imitation. Immediately I received a response saying "Co... Co..."

Gradually the police force approaches.

Preemptive strikes are at my time.

The Police Corps gear is a type of armor called "plate armor" designed to keep the biological part from being exposed as much as possible. It's lighter for logic, but it's a tough opponent to fight with a bow.

The only way to stop it with a single blow is to aim at the exposed face or neck.

That needs to attract even critical attention.

First hand failure will never be tolerated.

If you let one Doji get away with it, it's over there. Tomorrow morning, a vigilance net will be deployed everywhere, a bag of rats. If you get caught, there's a last like an experimental animal waiting for you. That's what Cannibal is all about.

In order not to, we have to kill them all for sure.

He always pushes me with all the nasty orders.

Set up the bow you were standing on and pull the string to avoid making any noise.

I let him peek only at the tip of the arrow, from the snub that was lurking.

The police force is 100 meters away.

Aim, leading man.

I kept simulating the position of the head a couple of seconds later, conscious of the man's habit of moving weight.

80 m...... 75 m...... 70 m.

The image in the brain and the behavior of the leading man gradually synchronize.

Neither the sound of bugs, nor the sound of leaf rubbing shaking in the wind, will enter the tympanic membrane.

It was just like a phantom hearing, picking up only the sound of a man's shoes.

50 m… 48 m……… 40 m.

(now eh)

As soon as all the conditions were in place, I unconsciously took my finger off the string.

An open arrow flies into darkness with plenty of kinetic energy.

The arrow, which slit the void like a scissor and flew, pierced the man's throat 0.3 seconds later.

"Huh!?

The man with the arrow around his neck glanced, keeping his buttocks on.

Not instant death. But I could tell from experience that it was fatal.

"Gugeye!!" The man rolls out the ground, raising a voice similar to vomiting. Perhaps one of the arteries through the neck tore and the wound reached the esophagus. The man continued to shake his head and spit blood like a whistle as he grabbed the stabbed arrow with both hands. Blood loss and confusion due to shock. There is no need to stab a stop.

"Enemy attack!!

A sharp voice was uttered and the remaining four moved out simultaneously.

But subsequent actions have been limited.

If you don't know where your enemies are hiding, you have nothing better to defend.

The only archers who should be able to handle this situation are following my arrows to the ground. There are no wizards. They don't have any hitters.

The four of them leaned back against each other with their shields in place and began to retreat to the Ogi, which was likely to become a shield.

That's the move you expected. - Hmm?

So my eyes caught something.

(CHUCKLES, that's a bad mix of two)

When struck by surprise, its human power comes out clearly.

Obviously there are two people who show upset and, in contrast, they don't move at all. I can see that calm from around not even looking at my wounded companion.

Besides, it's odd to be armed.

In addition to the basic equipment: a shield and a one-handed sword, each is equipped separately with a large sword and a short spear.

Apparently, it's going to be a fight that won't go with a glimmer of string.

As I watched from the gap between the two, once I stopped the attack, I moved to the next shooting point so that my opponent wouldn't distract me.

There is no rush.

I'll kill you very carefully.

In doing so, the police force turned the tree back and took the form of a defense in circles.

And one of them took something out of his nostalgia.

Small crystal with appliance attached. "Signal bullets." The more that activates, the higher the crystal floats in the sky and the more light it emits the more it turns the circumference 20m into daylight. That's how you reward your fellow cloggers with danger.

Did you still have it?

I didn't expect you to hold such a high value item to such a nasty job. I guess that's all this country is rich in. You can also stop a man from acting with an arrow, but you didn't have to.

A man tried to put up a flare just now - that was when.

The next moment I thought something white was instant.

The right hand of the man holding the flare slipped off his elbow.

"... Huh?

The man stares stunnedly at the cross section of his earlier missing arm.

Then this time, its neck flew a thousand times.

A distorted blade devoured the man's neck, slitting horizontally on each cervical vertebra, cutting off his head. The murder blade cuts off not only the neck, but also part of the helmet with excessive momentum, and a puff of spark. The phosphor revealed a beastly big man.

Lau.

Lau, lurking beside Oki, attacked at the best possible time.

Lau's hook paws slip into the gap of the armor like a hook, tearing it apart from its contents at the mercy of force. It's an abusive way to do it, but if you have Lau's arm strength, you show a squeaky cleavage.

I prune it like wheat, such as a neck bone.

A body that has lost its head flutters a couple of steps and collapses as it raises a flashy bloodshot.

As soon as he did, the smell of muffled blood spread all around him.

Smells like the front line.

A raw neck with a look of despair jumps to the ground like a ball and rolls corny.

"Hih!

Surprised at the neck of one of them rolling at his feet, he flies away. At that time, the shield on the front shield shifted and his face burst out.

I won't miss that opportunity.

I couldn't get a haircut, I shot through a man.

Hit between eyebrows without aiming.

The arrow breaks in from the man's forehead to the inside as he makes a barely knocking sound called Con. An arrow continued in rotational motion brutally scratches the frontal lobe.

Immediate death.

The man fell behind with his white eyes peeled off.

Now there are two of us left.

Lau kicked his arm with the flare in his hand, far away.

We don't go deep, we distance ourselves from the other two. But stay as still as you can see from your enemies, not further away than you need to. No hiding, no attack.

This is how you put pressure on your opponent, and I punch the gaps that have arisen.

Things are going well.

I thought so.

Until this moment.

Two left.

One bears the Great Sword on his back. The other is a short spear.

It was still those two who survived.

Now how do you chop it up? It would be easier if you rode Lau's provocation.

Do you want to take one shot at the threat?

That's what I thought. It was an arrowhead.

My perception sniffed 'The Pulse of Magic'.

The pulse of magic refers to a phenomenon in which magic leaking out of the body affects the air and creates strange swings of air when a wizard uses magic. Dark elves' long ears can smell these air vibrations as well as sound.

I mean, it's a precursor to shooting magic.

But there is no wizard on this occasion.

If so.

There is only one possibility I can think of.

I remember my whole body wafting.

I forgot the operation and screamed with all my might.

"Lau, avoid it. Ooh!

Almost simultaneously.

Short-spear bodies popped up with tremendous momentum along with a gunlike roar called Don. And as he fleshed out to Lau in an instant, he stuck his spear out as the momentum stood.

It's like a barista breaking down a castle gate.

One hair at a time, Lau twisted his body and avoided the tip of the spear.

No, I can't.

Completely unavoidable.

A tall metal sound called gagging.

An unparalleled spark splashed from Lau's chest.

The tip of the straight blade decided the thick thoracic armor as if it were a spoon and at the same time part of the great thoracic muscle. Lau's face distorts in agony.

A spear man attempts to strike a second blow into Lau's protruding chest.

Lau painstakingly half-rotated the hook claw, shifting away the approaching spear. It unleashes an upper kick at the same time as the defense, but the spears made this easy. That should have been a good time to guess. Lau's movements are clearly dull. The wound is deeper than I thought.

irritating, giddy teeth.

It sucks.

It became the worst development.

Short Spear is definitely a 'skill holder'. Skills (sword moves) are physical enhancement techniques that convert wizard skills. It's just magical power, it's a hell of a power. After a little scratching, he decided on the thickest part of the armor.

Fuck you!

Bad jokes about having a skill holder in street policing are also good.

The load wins too much for us to deal with. It's not like that!

Anyway, cover me.

I aim at the spears to cover Lau, who is on the defensive side of the war.

"Huh!?

But I couldn't release the arrow.

The other with the sword blocked the ray.

Moreover, the Great Sword man lists the bodies of his dead companions, not shields, instead of shields. Damn. I can't shoot a bow with this. But why would this guy come forward at this time? 'I'm not the only ambush. There should have been a lot of possibilities'.

No, now is not the time to think about it.

Our ambush broke down when the police had a skill holder.

But you can't run away.

Anything has to end here.

But how?

Probably this big sword guy is a skill holder too. I'm not the one trying from the front. At the edge of his vision, he saw Lau suffer even more wounds. There is even more rush. Shit, shit, what do I do? I'm the only one who can crack this situation open. Something, nothing?

Then here, the man of the Great Sword showed an odd sleigh.

He's making a call to the bush I'm lurking in.

At that moment, a flicker ran behind my brain. At the same time, the more questions I have just had are linked.

If 'yes', there is a chance.

It's too reckless for a bet, but we no longer have to strike it out.

I decided to get out of the bush.

And he threw down the bow he had to show off to the man. I also removed the arrow barrel and threw this away as well. When I got lighter, I pulled out the knife and stood in order, staring at the man from the front.

Then this time, he threw down the body that the man was putting up to respond. The man slowly pulls out the sword and sets it up. There was clarity and joy in its mouth.

- Yahari.

It was a moment when faint expectations turned to certainty.

"You have a good gut for a dark elf to ride my invitation! I'll give you a compliment!

A man tells the arrogant shore off.

I'm already convinced of my victory.

"I saw you as a well-known skill holder," I said.

"How dare you!" The man's voice grows. "My name is Alfred! Knights of the High Instiago Knights!

Raise a great sword to pierce heaven.

That was like an actor in a playhouse. Something like a righteous knight in front of a whimpering little villain?

You idiot.

I darkened in my stomach.

"Then Lord Alfred. I'd like to sign you up for a ride."

"I'm going to do better than that. Enough with your favor. Bring it on!

"I don't know."

At the same time as the words, I ran out.

The opposing man dropped his hips deeply on the spot and stood to shoulder the great sword.

From magic pulsations to skill activation, there are individual differences but time lags. If the concentration is disturbed, the activation will be slow for that matter. It is also easy to become unconscious until skills are activated.

The timing is most effective if you want to set it up.

A few meters away, I sensed the example "pulse of magic".

Not yet the distance the knife reaches.

I threw a dagger in my hand. Aim is the face. But the opponent is not Kakashi. The man who was alert to this action played the thrown dagger with clams and a sword. I throw another bottle, but this was prevented too.

But that's fine.

As you aim, the man's consciousness shifts to Dagger. I couldn't get my hair in there for a while, and now I threw the knife I was holding. It was a maneuver behind the consciousness that I wouldn't be throwing this far. Plus a man's arm is blocking his sight, a course diving into that blind spot.

The timing and control were exquisite. But...

"Sweet!"

This was also prevented by a man.

A played knife flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

It's no longer possible to go pick it up.

……

No bows, no arrows, and even a knife lost.

It's not even appropriate to turn your back and run away.

I couldn't do anything about it. In front of me, the man turned his eyes around like he was frightened.

"Hey, you're telling me that's it!?

……

"Don't be ridiculous, you!!" The man became fierce. "Why are you challenging me? I don't know! Crap! Really crap!! This is it if you expect your arms to stand! Are you wearing ashes? Yeah, that's enough. It's a blind eye! Keep exposed to unusual death!

A man who has betrayed his expectations dyes his face to Zhu and summons and scatters.

The pulse of magic intensified more so as to be in tune with its anger.

I don 't--

I was waiting for this moment.

Less than half a second.

He pointed his left arm at the man at a rate far exceeding his earlier throw and activated the 'planting'.

Behind the left arm guard, a single tube is fixed. When the clasp is removed, a thin 'needle' jumps out of the tip into a bunch. The needle flies radially, so the range is short. But if the distance you reach, you have a high chance of stabbing yourself in the skin.

And the tip of the needle is painted with instant poison.

A horde of poison needles struck the face of a man who was concentrating on his skills.

"Whoa!?

Totally overwhelmed and the reaction delayed for a moment.

The moment divided the light and darkness.

Several pieces stabbed me in the cheek, lips, and throat. I rush to pay it off, but it's too late. The painted poison rushes through the blood vessels at a fierce speed by mixing them with blood, causing the meat to rot from the inside out. At the same time, develop terrible hallucinations.

In the case of a human species intolerant of poison, he dies unless precise first aid is given within five minutes.

I mean, this guy's done.

Open your mouth for a man to say something.

But the contents of the refluxed stomach blocked its mouth.

Where did so much power go earlier, the man lost his sense of equilibrium and broke his knee without force. A great sword slipped out of his hand, playing a sad metal sound with a gallon.

Was it 'the defector' after all?

Decommissioned.

An over-conscious romantic.

Manuke in this hand was on every battlefield. Act carelessly as if you have also become the brave man of the story. If you get on well, you won't be able to see around. And in the face of the harshness of reality, you leave the world without a scratch. I guess the electorate's awareness of having skills is making it so.

Otherwise, there is no way to respond to a single-handedly strike at a flattened race that 'poisons its own blood and exposes it to return blood to its opponents for a common fall'. Go forward without warning and tell your enemies that you are a skill holder. Stupid extremes.

But this time, thanks to that idiot, I could have picked up my life.

The man could not even be on his knees, laying on the ground and beginning to tremble.

That tremor is evidence of rotten organs.

The white part of the eyeball is beginning to turn purple.

The skin around the area where the poison needle has been stabbed is starting to buzz up like a boiled pot.

There is no need to stop it.

Die twitching as you bite your own stupidity.

After confirming that the man would no longer be able to move, I picked up the 'I left it in an easy position to pick up' bow and fired an arrow at the man with the short spear with his back to this one.

The arrows wear precisely the gap between the back of the man's knee and the moving part of the foot (Greaves).

"Guh."

Raising the groan of pain, the body of the man with the short spear leans.

Until then, Lau, who was on the defensive side, folded up here at once.

When you hook the spear with the hook claw, the force of your arm alone rotates it forcefully and defies the cutting tip. into the safe space you were able to do so, then slide your body in and insert the hook claw into the border between your torso armor and hips,

"Ugh!!

I tore it apart at once with a growl.

A tragic noise rings, mixed with the sound of cutting the iron plate with gold cutting scissors and the sound of the meat being threaded off.

Hooknails pulling tails made of skin and intestines.

The pieces of cladding that were worn underneath fall to pieces on the ground.

A man with a third of his belly cut stretched his spine just as he bathed in the current.

Lau's attacks will not stop.

Hilarious as the spear thrust rolled out with a tear, Lau thrust his hook claw into the man's right wax. A blade like a fishing needle catches the eye of the armor plate. Lau's torso spinned at high speed and, at the same time, the man's arm was pulled from the base. A spear rolls to the ground with his arm stuck together.

I didn't even give it while I was screaming, and now I shook my hook nail compactly and scratched its neck. Sharp wind-cut sound. A string of red lines runs around the man's neck. The head, just connected by a piece of neck skin, eventually lost its balance and turned to the side with Bellon as if it were a neck piercing.

Misty blood smoke erupts.

The man, desperate in an instant, fell forward, kneeling as if begging for forgiveness.

In silence, Lau's rough breath woods the spirit.

There's no sign of anything but us around.

Apparently, that's it.

"... Phew"

I spit out the air that was accumulating in my chest. That was a long, long breath.

Wipe the sticky sweat, floating on your forehead.

It was a really bad bet.

What if?

If a man with short spears has been able to use his skills continuously.

If the Great Sword man wasn't a defector.

It was definitely us who was dead.

I just regained my composure and decided to do Lau's first aid.

Lau noticed me approaching, looking back, with that invincible grin. And

"It wasn't a big deal to be a skill holder, was it?

I laugh.

"Say that unharmed"

"You were a creepy bunch."

Lough overflowed on the road back to the troops.

I was of the opinion.

After that, we handed over the five bodies in the torso armor on the spot to the example organization and successfully closed the deal. What happened to them at that time was obviously unusual. Just remembering makes my chest swell.

"Hiccup, I did it! Now I can compliment my boss!

"We did it!

"A delightful face in my eyes."

The people who put their shoulders together and spoke so excitedly always had this guy smiling like a toddler who was happy to be praised by his parents. Thirty, by the way, will be exceeded by thin, filthy men.

I'm excited about the reward before, not the wind.

Perhaps from the bottom of my heart, I find joy in being praised 'only' by the boss.

From me immersed in the industry behind me, it was a sight that made me want to doubt brainwashing or something.

Is that boss and all that exciting?

Lau walking forward snorted,

"Could it be that the boss, the woman with the balls, is rewarding me with the color pepper at night?

I made gestures that rocked my breasts with both hands.

Huh.

I accidentally spilled a laugh at that silly thing.

That would be agreeable.

"Lau."

"What?

"If there's such a good woman, why don't we move over there too?

"Ah? What's sudden?"

It was a pompous laugh for a moment, but I immediately guessed and intensified my grin.

"Oh, that's good! With the armor, we'll have it taken, too."

"Anyway, I'm tired and tired of being a faggot who's only interested in my brother"

"Right. It's time for me to be the limit of patience."

"... wait a minute. What the hell did you put up with?

"Dude, I don't like people listening. I have a lot of things, too, don't I?

"Hmm, for example?

"For example..." Lau looks up as he rubs his jaw. Especially not.

"I guess."

"Kukaka."

"Huff."

We looked at each other and laughed a lot.

As if healing exhausted hearts.

"Gahaha........................"

Laugh, who was laughing, suddenly, turned off his expression and stopped.

"Does it hurt?

"Hey, you can't go in the wound like this," he says and walks out again.

It is strong, but the wound is never shallow.

Proof of this is that you're just walking, but you can't stop sweating Lau.

All the healing pills the police force had were turned around to treat Lau, and for once the hemostasis and sutures could be done. But that's just forcing torn muscles and skin to stick together with a knob. If you move, your nerves scream, and your skin connections give you intense heat.

If you're a normal person, you're in a difficult position to even stand.

With Lau's tough body and his endurance, he's just able to walk like this.

I can't let this guy push me any further.

When we get back to the troops, we need to at least give them a break. Do you want to advance to that two-tongued faggot?

I was thinking about that, at that moment.

My chest is filled with not-so-gainful 'nostalgia'.

I immediately think of who it is.

The military era, the memories of those days and who I am today overlapped.

And that seemed to be the same for Lau.

"If you're doing this, you're back in time."

"Ah."

Answer without hesitation.

We kept walking in the darkest, cloudy darkness, slowing our gait.

I keep doing this business for nothing.

I'm jeopardizing my life for a prank.

I don't know who I am.

Just.

Only at this moment, I didn't think it was bad.

Only at this moment of walking with Lau.