Consequence of Power - Modern Weapons Cheat In Another World Kai

Intervention

South Gate, Nashisuto
2 days earlier, Days in-country: 10

Nashisuto was burning.

Indeed, that would make for a good title or opener in Chitose's autobiography. Sieges were boring...well, maybe not for the other end of those burning missiles hurtling down the second district (their faint screams pierced the silence of battle) and definitely not the city's conscripted and enlisted beastmen and their dead Imperial counterparts in slave collars.

Someone outside clearly hasn't learned what terror attacks do to a population and a demographic who knew well what was coming for them.

"Harada, sapper."

"Which one?"

"The one without the shovel."

"There's a ton of 'em without shovels, Ma'am."

Chitose sighed. "Alright, smart guy — you see the eager one taking the lead?"

The marksman re-bundled the cloth, steadying his G43 at the leading trench digger. "Check."

"Send it."

Her ears rang, and the sapper fell, clutching his stomach as the ground behind him erupted. The laborers following the mage sapper froze up while one bolted back.

"You know, Ibuki's probably fine. Tell the guy on the right we mean business."

Harada ground his stool and cozied himself and the rifle for the next shot. Chitose felt the blast on the back of her left eye, and the bullet's shiny rear swung into view of her binoculars, leaving a vapor trail of distorted air landing above the second sapper's right hip.

"Good shot. You might've stopped his appendicitis on that one."

Chitose moved to the next sappers, running off to reconsider their paychecks. It's refreshing that a competent opponent knew when to slow down and wonder whether they had the right idea. Nobody back at Tsushima and the lucky few on the island can't say much for the monsters and would share the same sentiment with the late Margrave's Army laying siege on the north.

For all their bark, their numbers sure don't bite. But you don't expect the traitors leading them to know the simple truth of an army specializing in defense doing the exact opposite.

Well, at least the simple-minded inside the wall were happy fending off raw numbers. It makes the embarrassed end desperate. But it's hard to say if it tipped in the city's favor. There was little in the way of combat aside from the first landings.

More and more transport ships kept landing more troops with the flexibility of an air assault and the logistics and numbers of an amphibious landing. Comets soared from the Imperial landing sites. Ship trebuchets launched another salvo of firebombs toward the city.

It sure would be damn unfortunate if it were enslaved beastmen hauling those engines to their starting positions — those were the fifth in an hour. There is no goddamn way humans are going at it with the counterweight for one-klick shots. The city's fire brigade was winning based on the gap between white and black smoke.

The Duchy's famed Heavy Cavalry fall from grace was calculated. Ceaseless fire from Imperial musketeers and mages forced the wall's defenders down as their cannons rolled into range. The south gate's fall was inevitable.

With their heavy rectangular shield, they now prided themselves as the city's shield — the new gate, holding against the abuse and atrocity the Imperial banner represented.

"Incoming attack!"

Flightless griffons stomped the ground as their drum — a band playing a tune to their soldiers. Its resonance was like a trance, one so mystifying yet so dangerous. You can't help but freeze.