Wolf Barrel 5.56

The next morning.

After a light breakfast, we resumed our journey.

I don't have any problems with this in particular, and I digest the itinerary smoothly. At this point, we are due to arrive by this evening.

As it is, I guess the mission will be over without anything.

- That's what I started thinking. It was an arrow-tipped event.

The time is before noon.

from the national highway to the regional highway, traveling for a while,

"Huh!!

I felt that the air had changed.

I remember this feeling of tingling and needles stabbing at the back of my neck. It feels like that blood freeze when you eat the bandit buzz accidentally.

Someone wants to kill me. [M]

That's not one or two either.

Five senses rush me into battle preparation.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Bonanza also felt strange, making her back nervous and alert the area.

I quickly ran my gaze to the left and right and looked around.

- Right hand side.

An upward slope of steep slope continues along the street. The height to the top is about the third floor of the school building. Trees just grow sparsely on the slopes, and there's no place for people to hide.

- Left hand side.

Various rocks, large and small, are rolling over and over. It's like a view that reminds me of the bottom of a dried river. There are as many blind spots as there are on the back of a rock or in the shadow of a rock.

Suppose people are hiding, probably to the left. But I couldn't find the shadow just by looking at it.

Anyway, it's dangerous to move the troops forward any further. That's what I decided. I took the radio.

"Pull over now"

And Mr. Roger.

"Someone could be lurking at the end of the road"

"... eh"

I found it breathtaking across the radio.

Ambush?

"I don't know yet. But can you wait until we can make sure it's safe?

Okay, let's do that.

"Please. So, can I come out before the scrub?

< What are you going to do?

"I warn you, I'll see how they get out."

< Fine, I'll leave it to you. But don't just be impotent.

"Copy that. Bye."

Because you trust me, the conversation ended smoothly.

Switch it off, I'm the only one moving forward.

Summon M4A1 for a time of need. ACOG is also attached. Unplug the magazine from the tactical vest and plug it into the body. Pull the charging handle and load the first bullet into the dispensary. The safety devices should also be disarmed so that they can be handled immediately.

Every step forward, it irritates my skin by becoming a thorn with no malice in sight. I don't see him, but I know the will is in my hands. They want to kill us so much. Superior, you son of a bitch. More and more emotions fall out of my body. Instead, the intent to kill fills the cavity.

The road curves to the right a hundred meters away. From the rock in front of that curve, I feel some but dark signs. Hard to explain by reason. But now it seems better to follow this' somehow 'feeling.

(That's enough around here)

Stop Bonanza and keep your ears down.

Grasp the handguard with your left arm and push the gun bed against your right shoulder for a stable shooting position. At this moment, I felt like the last safety device in my brain had come off.

Once, breathe deeply in the saddle.

And I spoke from the bottom of my belly.

"I tell those who hide there! We are the transport unit belonging to the Adventurer Alliance! I have no intention of attacking you! Show yourself now!

My voice echoes as I screamed in the multi-purpose hall, sucking me across the road.

Before the aftermath disappeared, I went on like this.

"Note that if you don't respond to this call, consider it hostile and start attacking without notice! This is your last call! Show yourself in ten seconds!

To my warning - those who would be hiding somewhere answered in silence.

Ahhh.

Then crush your liver.

I put the muzzle against the rock and scattered 5,56 mm ammunition. Hit the trigger in small pieces. Fire flames flare intermittently from the muzzle, and the sound of gunshots crushing the eardrum is abrupt. A rifle bullet lands on the rat-colored rock skin, allowing large quantities of small stone grains to bounce and give you white smoke. The aim is appropriate. I don't even feel like I've hit people. That's fine. This is just a threat.

Consume ten shots in the magazine in just a few seconds.

Drain the empty magazine and plug in a new one. Done in just a few seconds. Thanks to the tactical vest, it's smooth once and for all. And fire, fire, fire. M4A1 barks. Empty pods dance. The rock crumbles. Continue shooting with momentum that won't even allow your opponent to breathe.

Twenty more shots were fired and once the shooting was interrupted.

On the tympanic membrane, there is a lingering aftertaste of gunfire.

At his feet were massive empty pods, scattered like sucklers.

The dust that rises from the rock stands in like a dawn. I glanced over the ACOG. Come on, where are you?

I've heard stories about getting shot can put a lot of stress on you, even if you don't hit a bullet. It would be awkward if a bullet landed right around the corner. The other person starts to imagine that if this were to hit his own flesh, his body would shudder.

Somewhere on the rock, there must be the one who got this thirty shot message.

Carefully, to lick, look at each and every rock. And.

- There he is.

A rock about 5m high.

The ragged rock skin rippled small for a moment. I didn't notice anything at all because the colors have no boundaries, but it is clear that 'something' is pseudomorphic to some of the rocks.

Get ready, lizard.

I restarted shooting while distorting my mouth. [M]

Pull the M4A1 trigger toward the suspicious location of the rock. Three shots to keep standing. The moment it landed, the rock was sucked into its back without crushing it. Ba and blood splash. Hit it.

Something like a cloth rolled up and a man revealed himself from behind it.

Man with long ears on gray skin, wearing simple armor - dark elves. Apparently, a rifle bullet hit the flank of the armor, and from between the held hands, the blood overflowed badly.

Over the lens, I can see the man's anguish. But I have no sympathy. That's what this place is about. 'These are the ones who turned it into such a place'. Take responsibility.

I did not hesitate to shoot the center of my face. [M] In front of a rifle bullet, it doesn't cause any kind of disorder, such as a skull. Blood explodes in circles, and pink flesh pieces splash. No matter how much in the fantasy world, you won't be able to live with that injury.

Looks like they changed the operation over there because one of them got hit.

From all over the rocks, one man after another revealed himself. That number is always more than ten. Everyone has a long bow of about 1 or 5m in their hands. Were you going to ambush me with that?

Some of them are trying to pull a bow toward us.

From the men to here, a hundred meters is open. It's a problematic distance to aim with a bow, but I can afford an M4A1 equipped with ACOG. At this distance, you can shoot in the middle of the card. It is on this side that we can attack in our favor.

But I stopped the attack immediately.

"Bonanza, it's retreat!

I pulled the reins and let them U-turn, kicking my belly and running out.

Just seconds after that.

Six arrows pierced where I was, flying in a whirlwind sound. Had it been too late to judge for a moment, I would have definitely eaten one of those. I don't have a shield to hide myself from, besides losing in numbers. Not a single shot is accurate, or if it's hit on the surface, not a single one. It was this far to our disadvantage.

"Run along the rocks!

Bonanza runs as directed. An arrow slammed to the ground to follow.

In the scenery flowing sideways at a sudden speed, I turned around and fired a gun. But I'm shaking so hard, I can't aim properly. Soon he realized it was a waste, abandoning the M4A1 and instead poking his left hand out and unfolding the Liotshield (barrier).

An arrow released to kill me hits a clear membrane that spreads. A non-light sound called goyin '. Only one shot paralyzes my arm. My spine gets cold. If you hit the torso with one of these, it's over.

(It was out too far before. Too careless. Dumb ass)

Self-blame rushes around my head.

At this time.

I didn't realize I was desperate to keep the barrier.

I managed to get back to the carriage safely.

"Mr. Roger!?

I raised my voice like I ate a bubble.

Next to the carriage, Mr. Roger was lying on his back. I jumped out of Bonanza in a hurry and rushed to my side, wondering if I had hit the flow arrow.

"It's okay, how are the wounds?"

"... there's nothing else in my life."

Marco, who was beside him, answered as he blued his face.

If you look closely, there is no bleeding. Relax your chest. But then why are you down?

"... it was Dominic who did it"

"Huh?"

I didn't know what it meant, and I made a dumb voice out of it.

I was shooting intimidating shots, that time.

Mr. Roger rushed into stopping the three Dominics who were excited to come forward on their own. Then maybe. Dominic slammed the barrier on Mr. Roger and shook it off. Fortunately, the injury wasn't a big deal, I just had to have a mild concussion. Mr. Roger woke up immediately, groaning low "… uhm" and waking up.

I look around biting off my anger. [M]

"So, where's Dominic now?

"I was wrong about you earlier."

Mr. Lucca, who messed with his nails so carelessly (but stood in a position to defend the carriage the other day), squeezed his chin with the ache.

I turned my face toward pointing - and I glanced.

Stupid bastard.

Most of the words in my chest leaked out of my mouth.

The threesomes were walking in the middle of the street, in footsteps as if they were even going for a walk. Its back is like a student floating on an open campus. There's no such thing as nervousness. I even heard a laugh. Anger makes the back of my eyes cool and hot. How stupid are they?

"Bring him back now."

"It's too late," Mr. Roger says to block it. "There's nothing more I can do."

The three of them had progressed until quite a while ago. It's too dangerous to chase him now, indeed.

I didn't want to wait for you to come back here.

Dominic had unfolded a hemispherical barrier and was traveling as he prevented looming arrows.

And from time to time, he summoned about 4,5 fireballs like tennis balls and shot them at the rocks. This one had better control than the barrel of fire I saw yesterday. But still, from around 50 m past, the orbit draws an uncertain curve and flies toward the day after tomorrow, very unlikely to be effective against enemies more than 100 m away.

That seemed like Dominic was feeling it too, and he advanced to try to narrow the distance even further.

I don't think I'm willing to back off at all.

Looking at that back in a complex mood,

"... hmm?

So I realized something.

Two surroundings inside the barrier occasionally had their shoulders and backs in contact with the barrier. But I didn't see the reaction of bumping into each other, and part of my body was slipping through. It was the same with Dominic's fireball, which slipped through the barrier without any resistance. Apparently Dominic's barrier blocks enemy attacks, but his companions and magic are free to come and go.

My barriers to bouncing everything back and having to drill a hole (gun eye) to shoot a gun are completely different in nature.

Besides, it also has a good protective performance and doesn't freak out if you get heavy arrows.

It's like a moving tortica.

In the face of the strong barrier, the thief seemed defenseless. I thought it wouldn't be Dominic's win if we kept packing the distance - but that was a mistake.

"... to fit in a trap."

Mr. Roger whines as he seeps through his disappointment.

Mr. Lucca was looking at the three of them with a frightened look, as if he agreed.

"What do you mean? ♪ And me. ♪

"What, you don't know 'that'?

Mr Roger said unexpectedly.

I don't know what that is, and I shake my head "no".

"Right. Now, for the sake of postgraduate studies, take a good look at what happens next."

And.

I came to know the meaning of the word. [M]