Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

After that, I tortured him to spit information, but apparently five hundred soldiers is a pretty credible piece of information.

However, it seems necessary to summon them from the Empire because it will take some time for the people who came to the village to decide that they will not return, and only those who are at the supply base will not have five hundred troops.

I mean, I can afford at least ten days.

I won't waste this time.

"On the battlefield, it is more effective for barrage to be formed than for each and every one of us to release a bow at the same time. So let's practice shooting crossbows as I signal."

I was in a shooting practice area set up outside the village with hundreds of elves.

Every morning, I spend two hours in training before I start working. We have our own lives, and we don't spend any more time training. Most importantly, that's enough cross-bow training.

Sex and age are falling apart. About a hundred people gathered as a result of soliciting hopefuls with the minimum of being able to pull strings, and use wind-saved witchcraft.

The crossbow uses the metal taken from the supply base to make the minimum required hundred and twenty spare copies.

Paired with farm tools, I had used up almost all the metal in my hand, but the other day, I got enough armor and swords to help. Turn this into a tool to hold back the enemy's march.

"Target is 50 meters away! Line up fifty men at a time!

One hundred elves divided into fifty, according to my words, into two rows.

"All set arrows. Target's within 15 seconds of everyone! Here we go!"

I count the seconds to see how the elves are doing.

It was a tough move to start training, but it's a lot more familiar now. Some people set arrows in less than ten seconds to show them.

"All right, everyone, your goal is clear. Next, aim in ten seconds. Front row, stand down!

Fifty people in the front row set up a crossbow in my words. Rin air flows to the scene.

"Let go!"

Exactly ten seconds later, an arrow was released.

It moves in a straight line towards the target.

The aim is to put a soldier's helmet over a stick of wood stabbed in the ground. It says ◎ on the part of the human belly, and is aimed there.

I also want to melt the helmet and material it, but I do so to make the target look like an imperial soldier, to motivate him and not hesitate to kill him, even more so.

The real deal is best if you recognize a human being as a target and let go of an arrow.

There is a reason why you should aim your belly, not your head or heart, that can target instant death.

Specially made poison arrows can be pushed out of combat as long as you hit them. It is most efficient to target locations that are broadly targeted and yet move less.

Besides, it's more convenient not to kill him. Ransom can be taken, and other soldiers move dull trying to help their wounded companions. I'd rather have the injured brought in than kill one.

"Landing confirmed! Front row back, back row forward"

Fifty people in the front row quickly back down in my words, and fifty people in the back row step forward.

"Stand up!"

With that word, the front row holds a crossbow, and fifty people who just released the crossbow push the tip of the crossbow against the ground and pull the string.

"Shoot!"

And another simultaneous shooting. An arrow is sucked into the stick of a tree.

"Landing confirmed! Front row back, back row forward"

The previous replay will replace the front and rear columns again. The fifty new crossbows that came forward already have arrows set.

I repeated it about twenty times.

"Everybody, rest. Yeah! The median rate has exceeded 90%. Guys, good arm."

With that said, turn to the villagers and praise them with a smile.

"Replacing the front and rear columns is also getting pretty smooth. Simultaneous shooting at the 30-second interval of the final target has also taken shape. I'm surprised because I didn't think I could do this in a short time."

The formation we are practicing now is a small piece of work to compensate for the weakness of the crossbow, the inability to fire in series compared to a normal bow and the lack of barrage forming capacity.

Reduce between attacks by replacing the front and rear columns.

Still, the shooting capability is inferior to a normal bow, but our arrows are precision shooting with barrage but lethal power every shot. The destructive power is completely different from the tactic of just sprinkling conventional arrows appropriately.

"Chief Cyril, what a place for the Imperial people."

"Right, look at that. Everyone's starving to death that this is a real fight."

"True, this would be an easy win for an Imperial soldier. Unlike a bow, this crossbow is easy and good."

Everyone is feeling better with their arms up well.

In fact, the speed at which the elves improve is unusual.

The secret is in my eyes.

Elf's excellent moving vision can follow with his eyes the orbit of an arrow at 360 km/h per hour. In humans, we can only guess the orbit of the arrow from the landing position, so we don't know how the arrow is flying and the improvement is slow, but the elves can see and remember it properly. This is pretty big.

In addition, he was born with an excellent sense of distance. It is of paramount importance that you grasp my distance to keep the arrows centered, and you do not need to train them.

"If you can be sure that you can fire in less than thirty seconds and maintain your hit rate, let's try it at 100m next"

With a 50m range of mass precision shooting, intercepting exactly five hundred people is pretty tough. However, if you can target it from 100 meters away, you can handle it.

"Uh-huh, can't you?

"Maybe a little less confident"

"I can do this!

The people who are saying things backwards are laughing too. I guess I've been able to be confident with a few days of training.

"The village chief's just ordering you, but you don't have to practice?

"I don't need practice. Extremely."

"Well, then show me a sample."

Loreu, who prides himself on being the most powerful in the village, pokes at me for being so distracted and saying extra things.

"Right. I want to see something cool about Cyril, too."

There, Lucier came on board with a pranky look on his face. Lucier's remarks are not malicious, I suppose you want to see me purely active.

Regardless of Loreu, Lucier's expectations cannot be betrayed. I smiled and opened my mouth.

"Okay. Let me show you a sample. First of all, 100 meters away."

That's what I say, I pull a crossbow string and set an arrow.

And activate three sorceries.

One is the [wind avoidance] magic that the other elves use as well. If you put it on an arrow, the wind will avoid the arrow, so ballistics won't deviate, and you won't get air resistance, so there won't be any attenuation of power.

In the village of Elves, the magic of wind and the magic of wind avoidance are taught by adults at some age. Conversely, ordinary elves cannot use any other magic.

The next thing I used was [perceptual dilation]. My eighteenth to be integrated with wind mana and get a wide range of information. It would be convenient for everyone else to use it, but it would be difficult because of the complexity of the procedure in overburdening the brain's information processing.

And finally activate the original magic, [Program], which is completed only by in-vivo magic. This is the magic of calculating a physical phenomenon based on the information obtained in [Perceptual Extension] and feeding back the results as my senses. This allows perfect ballistic calculations.

"Medium"

The arrow I unleashed on you is sucked in.

Don't take irregular wind changes into account, so it's pretty easy to aim for.

Next, 300 meters.

That's what I'm gonna say, I'm gonna back off. It is the only way to demonstrate more than that since the target has been prepared up to 100m.

And 300m is also the limit distance of my [perceptual dilation].

300 meters away, the distance between gravitational falls is not foolish either. I fire an arrow at about 42 meters above the target.

"This is also in the middle"

The arrow I unleashed hits me while drawing a pretty mountainous orbit.

For once, this is the reference point around.

The villagers don't want precision shooting at this distance, but [windscreen] allows them to fly with lethal power.

If fifty men let go at all, they will be able to hit quite a few enemies without having to target them.

"500 m at the end"

Already exceeded the limits of [perceptual dilation].

I forced myself into the target by limiting [perceptual dilation] across all directions to the front.

Target is 120 meters up. The distance falling due to gravity increases exponentially with more lag time. It's just a tune when you get here.

Arrows fly everywhere more than there is no air resistance, but still disqualify as a weapon when this is all mountainous.

The arrow I unleashed was sucked into the sky for about five seconds.

"Here's my limit at Crossbow."

I go back to where my fellow villagers are, sighing. You look at my arrow and you look frightened. I guess it was totally unexpected.

"As you can see, if you get used to it, you can do about this, like we all refine it"

When I intentionally make a doya face, everyone who returns to me from surprise makes a scene.

"Cyril, that's too awesome to help."

"You're really an elf? Isn't that the legendary High Elf?

"We can't snipe from anywhere anymore."

"I can't do 500 meters like Cyril, but I'm starting to feel like I can if I practice 200 or so."

Wye and thriving elves.

"I guess I'll start with 100m. That's why today's practice is over. Once the arrows have been retrieved, they will be disbanded. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

When I say that, children who can't pull strings, or old men, bring reddish brown, wrinkled nuts to the tree cage and hand them out and walk.

"Cyril, what's this?

Lucier asks strangely.

"I dried cranberries."

"Ugh, cranberries again. It's sour and I don't like it."

Every day, Lucier, who is forced by me to eat raw cranberries, gives me a voice that I don't like.

Other elves look alike or drop by. Wild cranberries are terribly sour and only slightly sweet, so there's not much to eat that I like.

"Well, try to eat it because you think you've been fooled, because it's properly sweet"

"Cranberries sweet?

"What are you talking about?

"Yeah, look, we're gonna do this"

Elves react differently to surprises, questioning voices, and returning dried cranberries to children.

In the meantime, the child who received the dried cranberries let his eyes shine.

"Thanks!"

And I said, eat munchies.

"Yummy!"

and said with an innocent face.

The people who were suspicious of my words until just now, even look at the cranberries at hand and tilt their necks in their mouths.

"Really. Sweet."

"Ugh."

"Oh, shit, I didn't do it."

And then one by one, the dried cranberries disappear into my mouth. Even though sweetness is precious, I'm tired of training now. I wouldn't have any choice but to eat it obsessively.

It's easy to make. Simply cook the cranberries one side at a time in a stone making oven with the temperature adjusted to 100°C. Seriously, if I try to do heavenly sun drying, I have to carry on the task of taking it out every morning and taking it in the evening for two weeks.

Through heat, the acidity is mellowed and the sweetness condenses, making it a lot easier to eat.

"Cyril, you might want to eat it every day over here"

"No, Lucier's gonna eat raw for a while."

"Don't."

"I'm not saying anything mean. It's just that when you pass the heat, the vitamin really breaks. If you think of it as medicine, you're better off raw."

I want Lucier to eat something delicious, too. But even though it improved a lot, it was on the verge of becoming vitamin deficient. I have to let them take plenty of vitamins for a while now.

See how it goes, and from now on, you can switch to dried cranberries if you're okay. Not as raw but quite a bit of vitamin remains.

"It's really lame. To make this, is Mayor Cyril letting the girls pick cranberries?

I heard Loreau licking his hand after eating his share.

"I do have that, too. Dried cranberries last about a year, making them a valuable source of vitamins during the winter months. But that's not all."

In winter, raw cranberries, as well as mountain vegetables, will not be able to be properly removed, and the source of vitamins will only be about as low as raw meat. Given your health, I'd like to keep a pretty good stockpile of dried cranberries.

"Can it be used for anything else?

"I'm thinking about making a ton of booze in the winter. I need it for that material."

"Liquor!? You can't make that in this village!

"Oh, if it works, I'll be able to make vinegar too"

"Seriously! Awesome. But you can't make it now? I want a drink right away."

"You can't do that. Use the ingredients you only get in winter. I've never made it just because I have knowledge of it. Don't expect too much from me because I might fail, because when I couldn't, I'd turn it all into dried cranberries"

That's what I said with a bitter smile.

Alcohol and vinegar are quite a luxury in the village of Elves. Life will be richer when it is made in front of itself. It doesn't have to be both to die. But it leads to the pleasure of life.

I would still be able to make ales based on wheat if I wanted to, but I don't want to reduce my wheat reserves, and I don't feel like working on that one because it takes a lot of work to do.

"Come on, we're done for today. From now on, hunting and gathering. Get ready for the winter. We'll all make it through this winter."

Everyone answers my voice. It came through that I was feeling positive. Retreat the Empire soldiers with this momentum and cross the winter. It wouldn't be difficult for us to do this right now.