Rune Troopers: Self-Defense Forces Adventure - Chapter 4: In the Midst of War (Part 5)
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Kuze and his men took their positions at the barricade. The bipods of the Type 89 rifles were raised, and they assumed a steady firing position.
At the muzzle of their guns was a dense formation of Imperial troops. It was still being reinforced, but at this point there were probably a thousand men.
“Listen up, you barbarians of Marysea!”
A man wearing a helmet with a feather decoration, who appeared to be the Commander, leaped in front of Kuze and his men.
“We are the Filborg Succession Southern Expedition Imperial Mixed Army, under the Command of General Richarda von Adler!”
The man seemed to be skilled at inspiring morale and advising the enemy on the battlefield. His voice rang out loud and clear, and Kuze did not miss a single word.
“If you fall into our hands! I have received a generous offer from General Richarda to spare your family and your entire clan! Now, drag Hamiea here! I will spare your life if you do so!”
Kuze looked over at Carda, who had returned to the barricade after noticing something unusual. She apparently intended to give up the spot to Kuze.
The SDF was the one facing the imperial soldiers, so it was a natural progression, but considering where this nation was, Carda must have made a lot of concessions.
Kuze stood up, loudspeaker in hand.
“This is the Ground Self-Defense Force of Japan, dispatched by the United Nations Forces. We cannot allow you to pass through here unless you first stop your massacres of civilians. Also, if you harm us any further, we are authorized to use force!”
(What the hell is that guy spouting?)
The man in command laughed at those standing in front of him. They were strangely dressed and had set up a makeshift camp with furniture and such. They were pointing something like a staff at the Imperial Army.
The position would probably mitigate some of the damage from a cavalry charge. However, the number of soldiers there was too small to be worth mentioning. At most, there were about 30 men.
With that number of men, they were trying to block the advance of the Southern Expedition Imperial Knight Corps?
(Indeed, it is pathetic what crazy people do…)
The Commander, thinking so, slowly turned back to his men and raised his voice.
“Archers, ready!”
The flanks of about a hundred archers all knocked their arrows at once.
“Release!”
This was an attack to wear down the enemy forces to some extent before directly colliding with them.
As soon as the arrows flew in, the strangely dressed men in the opposite direction tucked their tails and hid in their awkward positions.
Indeed, they shot arrows like rain, but they didn’t seem to reach the hidden ones.
(Hmmm, but such a toy-like position will not stop the assault.)
The arrows stuck in crates and beds that could easily be jumped over and were so ugly that it made the Commander laugh. The people who were quivering in the shadows of such things were nothing to be afraid of.
When the attacks of the archers ceased, the Commander noticed them pointing the staff-like object at the Imperial Army, just as they had done before.
(If they were going to fight, they would have leaned out from their positions and held up their swords or made sliding spear slides to prepare for our assault, but there was no sign of that.)
The Commander was confident of victory. The poor bastards in front of him were too shaken to get out of that position. He chuckled and raised his voice.
“All troops marching in!”
He raised his hand and swung it down with a mighty swing. The heavily-armed infantrymen behind him let out a ground-shaking cry.
It was a heroic battle cry.
Then, pointing the tip of his spear toward the enemy position, he began to advance in an orderly fashion. But neither the man in Command nor the Knights who had begun their advance knew it.
It was a camp lined with furniture that would make one want to laugh when they saw it.
In the other world, it was called a “machine gun position,” where fire lines were arranged to aim forward without any blind spots.
From the front, no less than 1,000 enemy troops, including those in the rear, were approaching. The first wave of two hundred were within the crosshairs.
Kuze ordered each of them over the radio.
“Platoon, prepare to fire: First squad, prepare to fire! Second squad, fire at will! Third squad, fire!”
The men with Type 89 5.56 mm rifles disengaged the safety at once and pointed their guns at the advancing Imperial Army.
“Quick!”
The sound of horns echoed around the area, along with the voice of the enemy Commander, which was probably the order to begin the assault.
Soldiers in black armor finally begin their charge. The force of the attack made the men, who had no experience in actual combat, cower.
The distance between the two sides narrowed. When the distance between the two sides was less than 200 meters, Kuze gave the order.
“Fire!”
It was almost an exclamation.
As if spurred on by his voice, the men pulled the triggers.
With the sound of gunfire, the Imperial Army in their heavy armor fell one after another. Their armor was as good as paper to the 5.56 mm high-speed rifle bullets that penetrated even kevlar fiber.
“What the hell?”
“Ugh!”
The courtyard was an open area where there was no place to hide. It was as easy for the SDF personnel to aim at as a shooting range. The Imperial Army, on the other hand, had no way of knowing about the existence of automatic rifles, and in their armor, they could not even get down on the ground. They were helplessly beaten by the machine guns.
“What the hell are they doing? What happened?”
The front line Commanders of the Imperial Army had no idea what was happening to them.
They had come this far, and all they had to do was capture the Queen. However, “someone” was standing in the back. It might be the Royal Guard of Marysea’s Army. However, there was no way that a warrior could defeat more than a hundred Elite Knights in an instant.
It was strange. They must be facing something terrible. That was all he knew.
“Arrows! Invisible arrows are flying!”
“They’re using magic!”
A soldier shouted as he saw his comrades lying in a hole full of holes. More than half of them have already fallen victim to the enemy’s attacks.
“Ready your shields! There will be no retreat for the Imperial Army! We must advance!”
But the Commander boldly orders an offensive. But it was not only out of bravery. In the Imperial Army, Commanders who made fatal mistakes were often beheaded, and it was also because they feared it. He had been told by Richarda that he could leave the camp, but a one-sided defeat so far could not be tolerated. Instead of thinking about what exactly the enemy was that they were now facing head-on, they had to advance in order to survive.
The men stationed on both wings immediately opened fire as soon as the bipods of their Minimi light machine guns were put up. A rain of bullets rained down on the enemy at a rate of one thousand rounds per minute.
Amidst the tremendous sound of gunfire, as well as the screams of enemy soldiers and shouts of orders, the normally mild-mannered Kuze shouted as if howling:
“Let’s get closer to the battlefield. Don’t let them get too close to us! Set up a barrage! Prepare rifle ammunition!”
“Ready!”
“Fire!”