《Far cry: My life in a fantasy world as a gunslinger (Idea dump go to Far cry of an anti-hero for a more refine one)》Chapter 9: Really going to kill ya this time fufufu~
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Well, I’ve stalled long enough, let’s kill them, I’ll lose the element of surprise if I keep stalling them.
SOOOOOOO~ time to kill everyone…fufufu~
I kick open the door of the house I was hiding in and come out gun blazing. Aiming the weapon at the two assailants coming at me first, I then fire two precision shots to their torso, hopefully killing one of them or mortally wound them.
I then run at the alley they were coming from, fire a few more shots at the entrance to suppress their attack and then take cover as to either dodges their arrows or the weapons they had.
And sure enough, they do return fire, with both guns and arrows. However, since they’re not as accustomed to weapons as I am, their shots continuously fall short to hit my position nor even reach my cover at all. However, if I were to underestimate them, one might have gotten lucky and shot me in the head.
As a precaution, I throw two grenades down the alleyway, hoping the cloud of smoking debris might let me bayonet charge through them.
BOOM!
YEAH! MY CHANCE!
I sprint through the cloud of debris, holding the m16 tight on the body and draw out my axe. Upon seeing a bandit, my instinct takes over and I lay down a slash, breaking through his shoulder bone, while my bayonet stabs an archer next to him. I then drop the axe, shooting the m16 for the recoil to push the bayonet out.
I then switch the rate of fire to burst.
After dodging the slashes of the attacking bandits and moving away from their spots, I then aim down my EOTech sight and lay down a consistent burst of bullets down my line of sight. Of course, killing some of the bandits who come running at me.
“KYAAAAAAA!” I run at them, guns blazing with my battlecry overlayed both by the echoes of the m16 burst and the agony yells of the injured bandits as they either run away from me or die to try to reach my position.
This feels fun and satisfying, as I stand there, covered in the enemies’ blood and guts and hearing my booby traps going off. The explosions sound with added just a touch of dying screams of agony really makes a good orchestra.
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Well, at least I know that those worked well.
I grin in satisfaction while spinning around like an excited child in a candy store, what’s different is that I’m surrounded by dead bodies and is filled with sadistic pleasures that words can’t describe.
…
This was my greatest mistake, as I bask in the blood and gore of the enemies, an archer got me
“Kurgh…ah…”
I fall down, then take cover behind the piles of dead bodies, loitering the alleyway to identify my shooter’s location.
Thanks to my heightened eye perception, I’m able to quickly pinpoint his position. With one precise shot, I take the archer down.
“FUCK! THAT HURTS!!” I shout out loud as I pull out the arrow on my back and use one of the dead soldier’s cape as a bandage.
I walk through the alleyways and main road of the town, trying to gather up the survivors. After running around the town for a while, I found a few still alive bandits suffering extreme stress and are petrified at the sight of my gun.
“Spare us….*whine*…”They group up together and beg for mercy at my feet.
I can see in their eyes the dread and shock by the looks they give me and somewhat see my reflection as well. A silhouette of a demon standing in a background of fire with bright crimson eyes.
EEE~ I’m so cool!
Now let’s return to the moment. The remaining bandits sincerely, cowardly beg for mercy.
“Please…Let us live…” They continuously beg in unison, while bowing to me.
It starts to get annoying so I shot two shot to the skies to spare myself from their cowardice yapping.
*BANG*
I then tell them to tie themselves up, as a precaution nonetheless since I’m as vulnerable as the next guy when it comes to getting killed. With my weapons drawn and the bandits tied up, I then start my interrogation.
“Now I’m just going to ask this once. Where-are-the-hostages?” I ask the beaten assailants.
One of the main things that had me beaten in this stronghold is that it’s maze-like aesthetic, I could barely move around and identify the positions of my enemies, so it’d be better if a bandit who is familiar with these alleyways guide me to the hostage cage.
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“Please sire, I know the way, spare me and I’ll lead you to it.”
“Sure…”
“The rest of you stay put and remember if even one of you move you’ll all die~”
I then leave the captive point, leaving behind me two of the trap grenades that I have left and the lot of bandits.
I check my m16, reload my magazines with the spare bullets I found and on the way gather the smgs and rifles that these guys were carrying to fight me. The guns I found wasn’t much, a G36, an m14 and a few rounds of 5.56 ammo still in their boxes.
After a while, we reach a large storehouse with a big padlock.
“Is this it?”
“Yes sire, please spare me…I did what you told. However, I did not have the key to it. You’ll need to find a guard who has the key to open it.”
“Yeah?” I switch the m16 to burst and aim my gun at the lock.
Taking a side angle to the left, I then let out a burst of three shots, breaking the lock and scare my guide to the point that he stumbles on himself.
Well, mission accomplished, they were all there, the two dukes and duchess that were told to be taken as well as their injured entourage.
“AHH! Please, don’t kill us…” One of the dukes yell out
“Dear goddess Mary, the loving caring goddess Mary, watching us from above. I plead thee to care for my soul. Drive this evil away with your love…”One of the duchesses prays frantically.
Looking at them in their panic time really makes me laugh out loud. But to withhold my courtesy, I just clear my voice with a loud ahem.
*AHEM*
“I’m not a demon despite my looks. The red on my clothes are the blood of the enemies that I killed to get here. A Kirara Ischiron sent me. I’m here to rescue you. ”I explain.
I do admit that I surely look like a demon from my looks, bloody clothing, an arrow through the shoulder, two pointy lots of hair and a bedhead with 2 ahoge, due to not combing every now and then. And the choker tie I’m wearing somewhat refer to that too.
“Kirara? Our daughter?” A couple in formal clothing come up towards the cage and reveal themselves to me. “Hero-san. I’m Edward Ischarion, a duke of Emestria. This is my wife Emilia Von Eizbein, we humbly thank you for risking your life for us.” He bows to me.
“Listen, I’ll escort you to the escape route I made prior to the attack.” I tell them and radio Emily to come and take them.
“*Static* Emilly…*static*…Emily, if you hear this the hostages are coming out of the Northern exit 4 VIPs, 5 injured guards and 4 civilians. The threat has been neutralized so I’ll be scavenging the town for supplies and weapons…Mitsuha out.” Hopefully, she still remembers the military terms I taught her from the day before.
I then carefully lead them out using the map I had on PDA earlier. Within just mere minutes, we reach the exit.
However, as we almost reach the exit, the two bomb traps that I made blows up. Telling me that the bandits might have freed themselves, the grenades might injure and kill some of them, but many might still be alive. And so I rush them through the escape hole.
“GO GO GO!” I then cover it with some hay and debris.
“Hero-san, what about you?” the duke Edward asks me.
“I’ll find another way out. I saw these guys fight, they’re a tough bunch, I’ll deal with them so they won’t be a problem to us any more. For now, you keep crawling, there will be a female crusader on the other side of the tunnel with black hair wearing oversized male armour. If it’s not her then run. I’ll find you after finishing with them.”
He gives me a nod and begins his crawl through the tunnel I made while I finish with hiding the exit.
Hah~ This’s gonna be a restless night.
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