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In war, there is only one cowardly act. Abandoning your comrades and fleeing.

Everything else is not cowardice but tactics and strategy. The one who falls victim to them is the fool.

Moreover, targeting the groin alone doesn't even qualify for the cowardice category.

'In fact, it's rather merciful. Sending them off with one shot must be quite satisfying.'

The Kanfras, the Luzernes, were extremely cruel. It was routine for them to skin the scalps of Imperial soldiers they captured.

Compared to such acts, I could consider myself an angel of mercy.

"Kwak! Cough!"

The one constantly spilling blood from his armpit, making gasping sounds as he fades away.

The one frothing at the mouth, clutching his bloodied groin, now fallen. They'll all die soon.

Or maybe they could have died from shock much earlier.

Whatever it was, we didn't torture like the Kanfras for hours. A cleaner end than my comrades. For those who are not soldiers but terrorists, it's a merciful treatment.

"S-Sir!"

At Magi's shout, I immediately dropped to the ground without bothering to fight the Kanfras.

Whether they kill me or not doesn't matter. It's better than getting shot by friendly fire in the back of the head.

"Ah!"

Hmm. This one's worth three points. First shot hit the chest straight away; it must have been a lucky shot. Still, since I grabbed one of his arms, it's much easier from my perspective.

Due to the cabin layout, they could only engage in one-on-one combat with us against their will. If this were an open field, they would have been trampled by sheer numbers.

Even if you're a great fighter, there's no chance against sheer numbers. In that aspect, the cramped space of the train was fortunate for me.

"Uwaaaa!"

The Kanfra was throwing a fit. But judging by his movements, his amateurishness was apparent.

Such big movements in such a narrow space would only harm himself more. Why on earth did they send these guys with such thoughts?

Thunk!

"Ah, agh! Aaaagh!"

I twisted his arm first and then twisted his neck to indicate that he could stop now. It was a merciful death compared to the deaths I remembered from the war.

I thought about giving the Kanfras an even more painful end. But I didn't. It would only worsen the PTSD, and there were things to do with Magi right now.

"Magi, snap out of it."

"Uh, uh..."

"Magi, wake up. It's not over yet."

"Yes, yes, Sir."

It seems to be the first time he's shot someone, judging by how pale his face is.

He said he just became a lieutenant, so he's been in the army for about a year and a half.

Most rookie officers had participated in the Luzerne War, but he didn't seem to be one of them. So, it's understandable that he's lost his soul just by firing a gun like that.

"Take a deep breath."

"Huh, huuuh. Haaah."

"Good. See those Kanfras' guns over there? Grab as many as you can. It takes a while to reload after one shot. Instead of that, it's better to have multiple guns, fire one, discard it, fire another, and change. Anyway, those aren't even Imperial army supplies, so there's no need to worry about paperwork. Quickly."

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