Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

17 – King of the Hill

The square collapsed, and the reddish enemies began to scatter.

A wave without will spreads in all directions as it usually does.

So naturally, a red wave came up the hill.

“Kill it!!!”

“Oh my God. Why are you charging at us and f*cking?”

In the midst of the noise everywhere, all kinds of shouts were heard shouting at us.

Yeongjijeon A few guys filled with rage for losing their bus driver were coming up the hill.

And it all started with one guy’s mouth.

***

Once we catch that bastard, we live!

The guy who blocked the bolt someone shot with his shield was propaganda who shouted loudly at me.

I was dumbfounded.

If you kill a person, the person will come to life.

I don’t know what went into that friend’s head to turn the happiness circuit like that.

But, as with agitation, the effect was stupendous. Because their fingers and the tips of their knives all started pointing towards me.

And at some point.

“Yes, because of that bastard!”

“Hey you bastard!!”

“Save our wizard!!!!”

As if all the thoughts of the hikers, no, the climbers, who were trying to climb the hill in the direction of the Hwaran mercenaries led to the collar, they began to pour out their anger.

I dare to guess. Their thoughts now are as follows.

-Kill the guy who killed the wizard. It was just that a little while ago.

“Just run and kill them all!”

Someone shouted.

“There is only one guy! You’re like a girl who shoots arrows from above like an idiot!”

“Zeroaaa!!!!”

I even heard the sound of provocation towards me.

The moment I heard that, I stood up.

It’s true that Miss Priianian is a woman, but what a guard has to do is bathe her.

So I couldn’t lose either.

“Mr. G-House?”

“Wait a minute.”

I stood at the top of the hill with a crossbow and a halberd in both hands. And shouted

“Do-mo, f*ck = bastards!!! In the name of Hwar’an! I am a group of goddamn mercenaries from the Hebrides!!”

After performing an uberlike-style Aisatsu, I spread my arms and legs wide and shouted while looking down with spirit.

“Come on!!!!!”

***

“Kill it!!!!”

“Waaa!!”

Dozens of them rushed towards the hill.

I couldn’t find any rationality in their appearance as they rushed at me with their eyes wide open.

The provocation for a ‘cute prank’ was successful.

I quickly put down my halberd and took cover on a rock holding the crossbow I had set aside.

There were two people, and they outnumbered us many times.

The shooting has not yet taken place.

Paba Park! I could see the grass breaking through the leather shoes that were slammed down horizontally.

The sticky blood and filth slipped off their leather shoes, so they came up as if they were experiencing ice climbing in a midsummer mountaineering.

The hill was wide, but they came up in clumps. It was a sign that he wanted others to block the flying bolt.

That’s why there was almost only one way for them to come up.

And there was only one thing they had to go through.

“Uh uh uh?”

One of the guys came up with great energy, but after getting caught on his leg, he fell forward.

And that was the last step he took.

―Chunk!

The lightly covered bear trap worked. It worked when he fell over and hit his head on the ground.

The animal’s head got caught in a trap set to catch it.

With the sound of something chewing, the red fish caught in the steel teeth struggled in the grass.

There was no one to save him. Salmon in human clothing continued up the hill.

Therefore, there was no reason to consume the bolts of the crossbow.

So, my crossbow was pointed at his head.

-Tung!

Pak.

First.

In time, one by one, one by one. Caught in a trap

“Billion!”

“The grass is tied up!”

They shouted. And that was their last line.

The grass that had been tied up until the sun went down yesterday was hanging from the feet of those whose heads were blown off by the crossbow before they stood up.

Old classics of the Orient. Gyeolchoboeun succeeded in being reconstructed in another world.

The speed of their advance has slowed.

Even if you avoid it, the bear trap is still pretty much there.

Chunk!

“Quaaagh!”

The one who luckily escaped the knot of grass stepped on the bear trap and grabbed his leg, and the bolted one soon fell silent.

“…That really works.”

Miss Prianian, who had just put a bolt through a guy’s head, said in a state of collapse.

Tooung!

“This is an old story from the historic Far East. Prianian sheep. At least it was eaten, so it also means that it was handed down.”

Tung!

Second.

“Is that the cunning you showed me yesterday?”

She asked. Her hands didn’t rest.

Kikik.

“Cunning, I was just playing a little prank.”

“I’ve seen rope traps, but I’ve never thought of weaving them.”

“Congratulations. You’ve got insight. How does it feel to see a field of traps where everything is free?”

For reference, there was no cost to make that.

The bear trap was recycled from what the Sarian mercenaries had laid yesterday, and the grass was rented from the land for free.

It can be said that it is truly free happiness.

Of course, not all of them died.

It was because the human head wasn’t so easy in the first place, and it was because the ridiculous deaths of five people became an opportunity to enlighten them.

Gather!

One guy shouted.

As the salmon began to acquire language, the legend began to be unearthed.

Those damn bastards. How long did it take you to put that together?

“Trap!”

Quack! Knock!

Chalkadang!

“Dismantle!”

“Forward again!”

“The grass is tied here!”

“Cut it with a knife!”

They stole the dead mercenary’s weapon and stabbed the front.

The metal sound got closer and closer, and I began to smell the blood coming from them as well.

Around the time when the hand movements to dig up the innocence like that were becoming quite harsh.

“Breakthrough!”

At last the old tales, all dug up, are now vulgar jokes,

They no longer believe in the old tales of grass.

They have grown up.

“Keep it off…”

“Hey! Take us too!”

The only thing left behind them were the three who couldn’t get out of their sharp innocence.

Again, their steps sped up again.

As a guardian of innocence, I couldn’t help but watch it.

That’s why I lifted my crossbow and aimed at them.

The crossbow was the same as the K2. Hold, aim, shoot.

And there was something different about that.

It was about making the person who uses it anti-forcefully pursue efficiency.

I found a place to aim for. I held my breath.

The thud, the thump, squeezed my brain.

My vision narrowed.

“No more traps! Moon-“

-Third from the left.

I pulled the trigger.

Tooung!

“-On Kkeek!”

Kudangtang!

A bolt went through the right knee of the guy closest to me.

Of course, but it wasn’t a mistake.

Sometimes it’s more efficient to shoot him in the leg to make him struggle than to shoot him in the head, so that’s just how he shot it.

And the result.

“Quaaagh!”

“Uh, uh. You crazy bastard! Don’t come this way!”

“Sir Baal!”

The guy who had been hit by a bolt in his knee grabbed the two guys who were following him like water ghosts and rolled backwards tangled up.

They didn’t think it would happen. No one knew if it was because the knives they were holding got tangled while rolling and stabbed each other.

But what is certain is that the distance they advanced closer to the summit was reduced by that much.

Certainly, it was efficient.

“There are more guard candidates.”

“You are talking nonsense. Mr. Ghouse.”

“I’m sorry. I should have said it out loud.”

Now, even at this moment, they were coming.

I reloaded the crossbow and handed over all the remaining bolts to Miss Prianian.

If you shoot one more shot forward, you have to step forward from then on.

Tung!

I forgot the face of the fifth guy.

“Please support, Ms. Priyanian.”

I said, stepping forward holding a halberd.

“Don’t worry. I won’t shoot you unless you run away.”

“And I’m afraid I might put a bolt in the back of my head, but I apologize in advance. Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I suddenly want to shoot.”

“I’m sorry.”

I walked down slowly.

They got closer and closer to me.

Only the pressure of holding the pole was felt through the thick gloves.

In the first clash, the two guys ran out first.

The left one was a two-hander, and the right one was a 2m long spear, a Partizan.

“Search, you dog!”

“How dare you come forward. Did we look funny!”

The number will gradually increase. I had to hurry.

Tadadak!

I ran a little faster.

Then they started sprinting. It was because he wanted to end this bloody fight.

Slightly slowed down.

One of Hwar’an’s teachings. When facing a rusher, tie your feet first.

Grab!

So I threw the halberd right in front of the guy with the two-hander.

“What crazy!”

I could see he was flustered. Ignored

The arming sword dangling from my waist was showing off its presence. Just remembered that

The greatsword I was about to wield is recovered again. My hand touched the waist.

―Shhh!

Then it used centrifugal force again to cut a scar in the air and approached.

I grabbed the handle, but the Partizan’s hook was aimed at my elbow.

It’s too late to draw, too late to bounce.

So I decided not to do either.

I took my hand off the sword and instead bent down and attacked the guy with the greatsword.

Wrestling was better at such close range, and it was the right choice.

Because it was faster for my shoulder to pierce his abdomen than for the two-hander’s blade to reach my body.

Puck!

I just pushed forward. He couldn’t do anything as if he had been hit by a bull.

The trajectory twisted by my body check only passed far above my back, as I was aiming for.

And at the same time as feeling floating,

The sound of wedges slicing through the air was heard behind my back.

Thump!

“Ke-heo-eok!”

Drool protruded from the mouth of the creature beneath me. My fist sticks out.

Bakgak, his lips burst out with a sound.

A shout came from behind.

My back felt cold.

The plan to wait until it was rammed and then quickly dodge and stab the ally was foiled when the sound of crossbow fire was heard in the distance, and the shouting turned into sobs.

Pak!

In the immediate left, a spear that the opponent missed was pierced. It was a chance.

I stretched out my left hand. He stretched out more urgently than I did.

So, of course, the guy who missed the greatsword grabbed the spear faster than I did.

His swollen lips came out with a whimpering laugh.

Just before the fumbling hand pulled out the spear,

f*ck!

With my outstretched left hand, I hit the guy’s uvula and pulled out my sword with my right hand.

Hearing the sound of squeaking from below, he checked his waist as if something came to mind.

Right next to where his hand had been before, hung a dagger that could easily pierce Gambison.

Idiot. If I hadn’t reached for the spear, he would have pulled out his dagger and stabbed me.

“In the first place, I didn’t even think about Chang. Climb.”

The one with his left hand stretched out was the feint that lured him to focus on the spear without recognizing the dagger.

I have a sword at my waist, do I need to pull out a spear?

His eyes widened in astonishment, and I forgot what he looked like.

With a destructive sound, the hand that had been extending horizontally jumped up as it did once.

He was there.

Sixth.

The coughing sound changed to the sound of boiling blood, and I stood up again and grabbed the halberd.

“hhhhh!!”

The one who had been hit by a bolt in his left shoulder pulled out a mace and swung it.

Unlike when the spear was fired earlier, there was a rather weak sound. It seems that he was left-handed.

So, after cutting his thigh with a big swing of the halberd, I turned the blade of his spear in the opposite direction and shot it down.

The guy whose head was pierced with a blade that looked like a pickaxe couldn’t even scream.

Seventh.

“It’s a bastard!”

After getting rid of him, his second team finally appeared and shouted.

Among more than a dozen people, five of them survived to come here.

Two of them survived being hit by bolts.

Certainly, Miss Prianian seems to be doing her job well.

Until I killed both of them, all I took was dirt on the Gambison and spit in my face.

But it was unreasonable to deal with five at the same time.

That’s why.

“Welcome to the top. Climbers.”

I took a relaxed stance as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps it was thanks to seeing someone’s head split off earlier, I could see they were nervous.

They hesitated as if telling each other to go first, but came closer.

Those without comradeship, that was a very good sign.

Me and them were within reach of the halberd now.

You could see the intent to live on their faces, and the tiredness of clearing bolts and traps as they climbed the hill.

It was an easy situation to bluff.

“What are you doing! Everyone run-“

“The guy who pretended to take out a knife from his right waist while he was just about to attack, then tried to pull out a dart he hid in a foreign country. 5 Seconds.”

I raised my left index finger and pointed at him.

The numbers were just random, and I presented them as short as possible within the limits of real feasibility.

The ‘attempted thrower’ flinched as it was.

It was successful in breaking the flow of words.

“Yes. I mean you, you.”

Unsurprisingly, words like “How did you know?” Didn’t come out.

The time for explanations is back.

“At least my fingers shouldn’t wriggle so much. Did you put a centipede instead of a finger? Even if I bring a centipede grandfather, I will be quieter than you.”

That’s why I tried my best to look as arrogant as possible.

The guy was still stiff. It wasn’t the reaction I wanted.

I drew my sword and tried to rush at it, but I got my wrist blown off by the axe blade, or prepared to be stabbed in the neck by the straight spear blade.

I’m going to have to put down the cork right away.

“What are you doing?”

The bastard’s face hardened. My face hardened as well.

“Get your hands off the darts. This bastard.”

As I said that, I heard the sound of something being stored in the bastard’s shield, and only his empty hand came out.

The first bluff worked.

My hands seemed to be restless, so I just threw in one of the things I would do in that situation, but it must have been real.

It was easy after that.

This time, he pointed at the big guy in the middle and the one standing between the shadows on the diagonal.

“When I rushed from the middle with good spirits, the bastard who sneaked in from the left and tried to steal my major would last about 6 seconds. Yes you You’re pretending to be nothing.”

Then the eyes of the guy in the middle holding the Battle Ax quietly rolled to the side, and I could see that he was holding the ax more loosely than before.

Meanwhile, the guy on the left was making a sad face, but I could see him falling back a little further.

Actually, he doesn’t know if what he was trying to spoon on was real.

But the pincer was stopped for real.

At least the one in the middle won’t move recklessly.

That’s why I prevented the possibility of a dainty b*tch attacking at the same time.

The first head’s hand was flinching toward the shield even though the ambush failed.

This is to let you know that when someone enters, they will try to keep you in check with darts, so if the attack doesn’t start, you won’t move.

The second Hogu knew that he almost killed himself, so he wouldn’t act until the other guy moved first.

The third bastard is not the Paul Am, but it’s behind the standing position even though he holds the Aming Sword.

He’ll never make the first move, as he’s likely going for a real last hit.

The fourth and fifth were excluded because they were bolted in the vitals.

It’s a natural death just by brushing against it.

And most importantly I am.

“What are you doing here on a picnic? Since we took the top, do you want to go down again?”

This was the king of the hill.