124 – Liquidation of the Past (1)
Thump thump!!
The sound of artillery fire reverberating the heavens and earth repeatedly hit the ground.
The members of the 1st Platoon, who were the first to be sent to the frontline and shot down all visible enemy soldiers, let out a sigh of relief at the fact that the bombardment was not directed at them, but at the enemy.
“Align the 1st Platoon!”
“Sort!”
At the command of Lieutenant Hilton Kalia, the platoon members all stopped in place.
There were no more enemies left in the trenches they entered.
Those who are standing are our allies, and those who are bleeding with their heads buried in the ground are our enemies.
“After each squad ammunition check, report.”
“More than 1 squad!”
“More than 2 squads!”
“There are no more than 3 squads!!”
Fortunately, there were no casualties. Hilton Calia nodded and looked at his battlefield.
Although the bombardment continued, it failed to eliminate as many enemies as expected.
Trenches.
They dug deep into the soft soil unique to the island and were hiding there. Whether it’s the bombardment pouring from the air, or the ‘magic bombardment’ she fires directly.
It didn’t work very well against Azov, who was holed up in the trenches.
In addition, since the ballista battery was still in good health, the biggest problem was that the fire support ships flew in the sky right above the hills, making it impossible to provide more precise fire support.
In fact, the reason there were not so many casualties in Portmork and Maniopol was because the fire support ships shot down enemies entrenched inside and buried them in the ground.
“We have to deal with that ballista before the follow-up forces arrive. The company commander is pressing from the right side! No mistakes!!”
Thus, the goal given to the 1st platoon was to subdue the ballista battery.
If so, the fire support ship’s artillery fire can deliver significant hits even against enemies in the trenches.
Hilton skillfully deployed her forces with her fingers.
Now that you’re already in the winding trench area, crossing the trench and running on the plain is crazy.
I draw the image of the operation map I heard directly from Captain Enoch Levandel in my head, and check the direction with a compass.
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“Tchaikovsky, take the right side, turn around and hit! Pounce from behind while we attract attention!”
“Okay!”
He is a comrade who has already crossed the line several times. Hilton trusted Tchaikovsky, the deputy platoon leader.
“Then see you at the fort!”
Hilton stuffed a bullet into the chamber of a revolver.
Thuduk thuduk.
A gray cartridge case falls to the dirt floor and gets buried.
***
My head was pounding. My ears were deaf. All you can hear properly is the clear gunshot.
Hilton blinked his eyes.
Where are you? What was i doing
As soon as she could think of her stupid idea, one of her platoon members came up to her and shouted.
“Platoon commander!! Are you okay!!”
“Uh…… ? Uh… ….”
“It’s okay. There is no place where you fit! But rather than that, the rear attack team!!”
A rear attack team.
As soon as I hear that word, my mind suddenly returns.
Hilton got up from his seat in a fit and raised his head in the direction of the rain of his bullets.
Burning Ballista Batteries.
The corpses of the Azov bastards are scattered around.
But what’s wrong?
Hilton’s memories come back once again.
Receiving the ballista battery was easy.
In the first place, being a ballista was not for one person. The siege weapons that were used to attack the fortress long ago were improvised and used for anti-aircraft purposes.
It was not protected by any trenches or defensive walls.
After passing through the meandering passage, they rushed like beasts seeking their prey, and the Azovs fell like fallen leaves.
One bullet per shot.
That’s how it should have been.
Suddenly, lightning fell from the sky. Werner of the 3rd squad was hit. When I came back carrying a guy who was bleeding from his leg.
Another explosion was heard.
And now was just that.
“Werner!!”
“Platoon commander! No hope already! Now, command first!!”
As I reflexively turned my head, I saw Werner lying face down on one side of the trench wall without even closing his eyes.
I couldn’t breathe.
Hilton Calia was overcome by the sensation of a grip on her neck.
“Ah…… Ahhh…… !!”
Hilton Kalia has two personalities.
One is the soul of the battlefield that cries out for revenge and slaughter.
The other is childhood.
It was the soul of a girl who lost all her loved ones and fell into darkness.
My vision went dark.
That’s right. It was the first time.
For a person to die by his own choice, not by anyone else.
The fact that her faithful subordinate, who believed in her and followed her, died in front of her eyes, was enough to take away Hilton Calia’s thoughts, who had lost her battlefield soul.
“Platoon commander! Platoon commander!!!”
“The follow-up platoon sent an urgent request for assistance! Red smoke! It is a sign of retreat!!”
Bang!!
Quaaang!!
“Cheer!!”
“f*ck, Jackson!! Are you okay!”
“What a f*cking dog…… !!! Shoulders, shoulders don’t move…… !!”
The vanguard are those who enter the battlefield first.
Of course, this meant that the enemy’s fire had no choice but to be intensively greeted.
The damage had no choice but to be fully aggravated by the 1st Platoon.
Hilton clutched her heart in her throbbing pain. She thought she had to move and lead everyone with her head, but her body couldn’t.
“Platoon Leader!!!”
“Damn, looks like you’re at War Shock!”
“Lauren! Damage! They go that way!!”
As a matter of fact, the deputy platoon leader Tchaikovsky, who will command by her side, is absent because she splits the unit into two.
Despite vague anxiety, the members of the 1st Platoon clenched their teeth and did not stop firing at the enemy.
Ping, bullets pass by my ears.
Grenades rolled around, and the troops stunned and threw their bodies in all directions.
All of those scenes slowly tightened Hilton’s eyes like a painting.
For some reason, her battlefield spirit, which had valiantly stood in the vanguard every time, could not entangle her.
Just as if she was aware of her own powerlessness.
Even as her men were shot down one by one, she remained silent.
And that moment.
Crouching, Hilton reflexively deployed her defensive magic. Roaring! Purple flames. The same sparks that had crashed the airship spewed out towards the 1st Platoon.
“Platoon Leader!?”
“Blood…… Blood, I…… !!”
If she hadn’t acted according to her intuition, she would have had her own troops killed once more. Hilton raised her trembling hand to catch her purple flames.
“Is it a mage?”
That single word that was muttered. Hilton raised her head at the chilling voice that accurately pierced her eardrums even in the midst of blazing flames.
I saw a person standing on the corpse of Azov.
Even though the battlefield was bombarded with bullets, he had his upper body completely exposed.
The dark skin is full of patterns drawn with white paint.
“Allah…… Moot…… !!”
There was no way Lieutenant Hilton Calia could not remember that scene. They were the ones who burned her own family alive while she was alive.
Little human beings who peeled the skins of their parents in front of their children and used them as materials for ceremonies.
“You bastard aaa!!”
The paralyzed senses come back again. Bang! Bang! Bang!! Her pistol in her Hilton’s hand continued to fire, but the Azov shaman only gave her a leisurely smile at her.
“Isn’t that a good fit?”
Hilton’s vision blurred.
Alamut, they are called shamans, not mages, for no other reason.
Unlike ‘magic’, which resonates with the elements that exist in nature to give mana possessed in the body and endows it with its own properties.
They didn’t need mana or anything else.
Literally witchcraft.
By executing special rituals, it is to realize powers that cannot be explained by simple theories.
Purple flames.
Thunderbolt falling in the dry sky.
However, the reason why Alamut was the most cumbersome was that their unique ‘magic’ penetrated into human consciousness.
I thought I was aiming for sure, but Hilton’s field of view was slightly distorted.
It’s such a small difference that you can’t bear to be aware of it, but in the logic of gunpowder and magic, that difference determines life and death.
Bang!!
With a single gunshot, Hilton Kalia’s body rolled on the floor. Her whole body was drained of strength, and a great agony overtook her.
“Turn off, turn off!!”
“Platoon Leader!!”
The members of Platoon 1 hurriedly ran to Hilton, but were helpless in the face of the flames.
“He’s the commander of this unit, and it would be perfect if we cut off his head and hang him up.”
Mages are very good sacrifices.
If you kill her and cut out her heart, she will surely be able to use magic of a much higher rank.
Go away!
However, Hilton Kalia is not going to collapse here. She was the one who had been trembling with trauma until just a moment ago, but rather, her surging pain made her mind clear.
‘Kill that bastard!!’
Called another personality. The switch hasn’t been put down yet. But Hilton is starting to move.
I pull out her dagger from her pocket, feeling the warm blood flowing down her thigh.
Parts suit, parts side!!
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There’s no way this could have happened originally. However, the purple electric shock wrapped around her legs forced her muscles to pull.
“?!”
The shaman’s face contorted in surprise, as if she hadn’t thought that she would be able to attack.
“Oops!”
She belatedly tried to increase her distance, but it was already too late. Hilton tossed out one of Claude Lane’s words from one of her training sessions.
“Confirm kill…… You should have done it!!!!”
It’s only 7cm in diameter.
It’s a dagger that’s a bit bigger than a sword, but it’s covered with purple mana.
Claude Lane.
Kurnen’s hero, his skill taught by the Thunderbolt Butcher.
Knives (劍雷).
Hilton closed her eyes and felt the air flow through her body.
Parts Tsutsu side!!!
The sharpened lightning cuts through the swirling flames and pierces the neck of the shaman hiding behind the flames.
It was a movement that transcended even the curse that confused her vision and the pain that confined her thighs.
The leisurely sorcerer falls to the ground as blood pours from his neck.
“Cow, Platoon Leader! Are you okay!!”
As soon as her shaman was subdued, a soldier who had been aiding her all along hurriedly approached and shouted.
“Okay…… It’s okay.”
That’s when Hilton struggled to open his mouth.
Flame, out of nowhere, the soldier’s body burned.
Aagh!!!!”
A painful roar spewed from his mouth as the purple flames covered his face in an instant.
Before she did anything.
Bang!!!
I stopped breathing at the end of the gunshot that was like a dead end.
“Oh, damn it.”
“Are you aiming wrong?”
“Looks like I’m getting older too.”
The crumbled corpse of a subordinate soldier reaching for him.
Beyond.
An old man was smiling at himself.
“You’re lucky, aren’t you?”
