Magical Adventure Book
[Chapter 33-2] Worst Screenplay
The clattering of feet cracked the silence, shook the footing on the damp ground, and banged on the beat of my heart, which had only been in control for a moment. Calm turned agitated.
Clearly, the rhythmic noise coming from the west of the village, was produced by the simultaneous motion of hundreds of people.
The rustling of the leaves, the crackling of broken branches, and the muffled storm of forest dwellers, is an indication they are close to the threshold of the village entrance.
The clattering sound grew louder, and in just ten counts, the end of the line was already visible.
The combat battalion was led by a thin man, who, even from a dimly lit distance, with Margo's sharp eyes, could already recognize who he was.
Juan is there. Leading hundreds of people in his haughty style. Stop the steps, before entering the main street of the village. He must have realized, far away from him, he was preparing the gunners.
"Hey, Brewok!" call Captain Sando, whose position is one man away from me.
I looked at him with eyes squinted. It's good he called me a brewok.
"You know their leader, right? What rank?" The scarred-faced man forcibly shifted the person who was among us.
"as far as major. Why the hell?"
"No way! The rank of major is unlikely to be given the facilities of Giyeni's ship, and commanding such a large army. If you count them, there are five hundred more! At the very least, he had to be a lieutenant to get all of that!"
It seems like what Captain Sando said has a point. The vast field in front of the village was already full of crammed opposing soldiers. And, that was still insufficient to accommodate all of them.
Because of this, Juan ordered his men to move into the forest on the east side. While in the front row was busy instilling, then piling up the sack-filled bundle of sand-they carried. To build a protection barricade.
I became wary of seeing their movements. It could be, the village's slick barricades will be broken, because the number of opponents is so many and trained.
In fact, it was possible that once they would barge in, within a wider scope. Raiding on residential blocks, and breaking through forest barricades, with large groups of minimal chances of getting lost, are also solidly protecting each other.
Our address will be surrounded from two sides, while the middle, overwhelmed in opposition shots.
Damnit damnit! If our numbers could be more, of course the postal vacuum can be overcome.
Unfortunately, the number of male residents who could fight in this tribe, was no more than two hundred people.
Juan took a step. Take the black funnel, which has a handle in the middle of its body. Approach the more lacquered part of his base, then begin to take a deep breath, before letting out a word.
"You are surrounded! On behalf of the Vajal State, and its sovereignty on the island of Talse, we order you to surrender! Do that before we decide to attack!" Juan shouted his threatening speech, with the help of a loudspeaker mouthpiece.
The big, muscular man, who was in the forest accompanying Elder Perota, took a half step back from the wooden beam, where he brandished a weapon. With a long breath, until the chest of the field expands.
"There's no Vajal business here! The island of Talse follows the village of Lasete, independent under its own rule! Belonging to the Tastal Tribe! You I command you to leave our territory, or accept the consequences yourself."
It's stunning! The man's screams, even as loud as Juan's, were speaking with a tool.
"Last warning! On the charge of hiding a big fugitive, and producing a drug! You have five minutes, to surrender well, before the assault I command begins!" Juan pulled out his pocket watch that was tied to a small silver chain.
Seeing that I remember grandfather's antique clock. Magic and unique clock, which does not use batteries in its operation. Simply rotate the top, and the clock will work for a few days. It's like a mechanical car the way it works.
Captain Sando sneaked. "If it wasn't for saving you, it wouldn't have happened! Vajal wouldn't have dared to attack if it wasn't for that night's incident in the port of Lapalasa!"
I returned the gaze of the Scar Face Captain. Obviously upset, because it was made a scapegoat.
"Hey! Either way, it's not all my fault! Remember he said something about drugs!?" reply me, who also uttered the sentence in a muffled voice.
Captain Sando snorted. "You think they don't know there's a retnap factory here? They have known it for a long time! Vajal did not dare to attack here, solely because the kingdom of Andapala protected this disputed island! Because of the harbor incident, they have an alibi to attack!"
Honestly, I'm too hard to digest the shit. But it doesn't matter either. It won't change the fact that we're going to war any minute.
"Prepare! Following my cue!" the commandment of the man was stout, and higher than most men in this tribe. His hands were raised, to then jolt forward, with a firm command. "Foot!"
The unpretentious mouth of the muzzle of the weapon spewed out bursts of fire, which pushed the lead sharply. Glide very quickly towards suggestions.
Me and Captain Sando, who had not been distracted for long by our debate, missed the opening onslaught.
The enemy camp was shocked by the sudden attack, which managed to subvert half a dozen men in dark blue uniforms. Making their formation chaotic, because it was not fully prepared.
The attack continued as I aimed. Staring far with one eye, parallel down the barrel of a rifle.
I was silent. Unable to jerk the trigger. I saw a dead body across there. Blood drenched in the hole, where the bullet penetrated the body. Flowing wet the soil, until inundated with red liquid.
If you want to be examined. Prohibition from his mother, not the main reason Margo would not take part, in the Ten Years' War.
All because of fear, which began to grow when he was only eleven years old. At that time he saw his father coming home covered in blood, after being tasked with bending a bandit group that was troubling the city. His father survives, but Margo's fear of blood and death, develops even further.
If only the war had not raged, it was impossible for this man to take up arms.
"Snuggle!" cry Yenz, while pressing hard on my shoulder. Avoiding me from being the target of a violent opponent.
"Thank you" I said with a dry throat.
"Why don't you shoot!?" ask Yenz, filling up the ammunition.
I'm shaking. "I can't ...."
Yenz sighed. "You remember what Lapo said? 'Sometimes what you don't like has to be done. Do it though hard, by sticking to the norm of truth.' Remember that!?" He stood back up, continuing the war.
The shadow of the shady old man, who fought for our safety in Lapalasa, felt right barada in plain sight. With her warm gentle smile, she patted my shoulder, and jerked her head upwards. A sign that tells me to go into battle.
It's all just an illusion. I-i know. But it is so real and penetrates right into the heart.
"Hey, coward! When are you going to hide!?" hardik Captain Sando.
I looked up, and looked at him sharply. "Don't call me a coward, damn it!" my hard is harder.
In that moment I got up. Holding a deep breath as he began to aim. Everything becomes quiet. My focus soared drastically, in a world that was only me, and the target shot in front. Even more amazing, in this condition, I could even see clearly the path of the bullet, to get to the target.
Lead me to fire five sharp lead rounds, which are available in the rifle. All right on target.
Nothing brings direct death. Just paralyzing, so that seven people who were victims of my gun bullets, can no longer compete in the battlefield.
Yeah, seven people. You didn't read it wrong, because there were two bullets hitting double targets. Certainly not unintentional. It was in accordance with the approximate path I saw in the world of silence.
I instantly opened the bullet hole slot, and filled it without wasting any time looking down. Even the rest of the bullet packs I put next to the guns I'm holding. Above the surface of the wooden logs.
Target remains. The front of the troops trying to break through on the main road. It has already passed one block, out of a total of ten existing blocks.
Five more shots without pause, which only stopped when charging was done. That too, not until five seconds I finish. To re-start the attack.
The front row has shrunk. Blocked by the body of his injured or dead colleague.
We managed to beat them back temporarily. It made Juan look at me with eyes glittering with anger.
"That's right! You're supposed to shoot them in the head or in the heart, if you can shoot that accurately, coward!" furious Captain Sando. He knows what I did earlier.
"You fool, Face Grate! Had they been killed, they would not hesitate to make their partners a foothold when stepping, or even used as a protective shield. But, since Margo had only paralyzed him, their movements were blocked, by his comrade's transverse body still alive!" reply to Yenz, before I can speak up. Making Captain Sando sullen while throwing his face away.
Tumben the beauty was willing to defend me. What's wrong eating is he?
The attack from the other side loosened. It just so happened that my ammunition had run out, so it was fine that I took a break, waiting for the arrival of the aminution, the supply section shipment in the back.
For a moment I looked around. There are some fallen fighters. Concentrated in the middle-of-the-main road - as on the side of the block, Juan's forces had not yet begun movement.
At least until the command retreated and survived, through the mouthpiece of the loudspeaker.
"Last warning! Surrender, or in the next attack, you guys will be absolutely I say!"
A moment of silence, before a chuckle of laughter in our stronghold. I can only watch it. Why are they so confident?
Are they missing if we have a fatal weakness on the side of the battlefield? Meanwhile, this war has just begun. The number of enemy soldiers is still a lot across there.
"Winger squad! Fuckin' start your attack! Don't forgive those idiot barbarians! Put them all down!"
The worst-case scenario that I feared, is finally about to happen! What can we do? I can't escape, right? Besides not knowing where to go, Margo's future wife is also in the House of Jeunjung behind there.
However, I felt an awkwardness. Not a single expression of worry flashed across the faces of the villagers. Some even look to hide an harassing smile.
What the hell is going on? Did I miss a detail that could change the course of the war?
