Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

It's been eight years since I woke up in a dream.

I could say that I've been running for eight years.

The only moment I stopped was the moment Micah forcibly robbed me.

It's been a hard, tough, fun eight years.

The eight years of gathering are now in this fortress.

The northern part of the Dragon Range - the Yasogarine defensive fortress - definitely not the Fortress of the Ferrous Bird - is a fortress built to overlook the surroundings using the small hills that originally existed.

You can see the boundaries of the forest and the plains from above the elevated sentry platform.

There is a swarm of wolves who catch the summer sun and glitter at the anomaly of metal fur.

As soon as I saw this fortress, I thought I'd be attacked in pieces, but it still seems to be headed as a herd.

Yesterday evening, they were wandering between the woods and the plains until all their compatriots were around.

And now the visible number is two hundred and dozen.

Today, there are no wolves going back into the woods. He stares at us with a giant body that reaches two meters to spot the prey.

A lot of people assume that.

On the watch, I murmur as a matter of fact.

"But not more than I expected."

Four hundred is tough. Three hundred will cost you more. But what if it's 200?

More than 200 wolves roar.

And the mysterious thoughts that don't sound, but only in my brain, teach me the meaning of the roar.

Come to Tazo, my fellow countrymen!

Tiredness letta......

"Nagai, Nagasugita"

Brotherly Yo, Kim.

"I'm asleep."

"Brotherhood Yo"

Yeah, I don't know everything, but it's fine, my brothers.

If you want to sleep, run forward from there.

Run as hard as you can until the last moment.

If that's how you die, my brothers, it's how I live.

I will be your compatriot.

With empathy, respect and love, I will give you eternal sleep with all my life has prepared for you.

"Come, my fellow countrymen, I am here!"

Proclaim so, and I wave my spear toward the wind.

What is enclosed in the spear dances in clear weather.

A souvenir left behind by Mr. Itsuki, a red flag embroidered with an immortal bird, targeted the werewolf opponent.

I would never call this the Fortress of the Undead if I left this behind!

I don't know if my thoughts have been passed on to them, but the werewolves rushed out together.

A chunk of metal hits the fortress with a loud bass.

But it's not easy to get there.

What do hunters think if their prey is predicted to travel?

The answer is simple, set a trap.

The werewolves stepped into an unsuspecting corner delimited by red colored wooden sticks indicating that they had been trapped.

The next moment, a flash of light and an explosion in your ears - and a piece of iron and an iron ball that splashed faster than the sound - attacked the werewolf.

I am successful in producing explosives.

Because of the sulfuric acid, nitroglycerin and nitrocellulose were also made. I even made a detonator.

If you can combine them to make flash grenades, you can also make fragmentation grenades with a lot of killing power in the form of iron pieces and spheres.

If you can make a fragmentation grenade, you can also make a mine that strikes the detonator and explodes.

So I made a cup, and I made a cup. Two hundred meters to four hundred meters in front of the fortress is a fine mine field.

Welcome to the plains of hell where iron blossoms bloom!

Perfect for a metal wolf!

Has my intention of welcoming me been conveyed? With the momentum that the word "pig stick" seems to suit, the werewolves set off one after another in the mine fields, caught in an explosion, blown away, and crushed their five bodies.

If a boulder is hit with an iron stiff ball that exceeds the sound speed, wearing natural fur metal armor will not be intact.

Thousands of flying hands and feet, crushed bones and flesh, some wolves crush and fall from the top of their mouths.

But the herd won't stop.

The swarm of werewolves runs through the minefield, recycling worn meat, recycling lost teeth, and regenerating one or two limbs inside.

"Yeah, it's just like when I saw it before, it's full of crazy fantasy. I'm glad you're still alive."

Fifty to sixty dropped out. Half of them will be resurrected from their regenerative abilities.

The eyeballs are regenerating, and even if you hurt your brain, you're still alive. I didn't think it would be sweet to get rid of mine fields.

But the momentum was shattered.

The werewolves, who would have hit the fortress as a single piece of metal earth stream, were thrown with a buffer called a blast and lost the momentum to attack.

The spider's nest was waiting for the decelerated werewolves to be caught.

It was stretched over and over again, and it ran into the werewolves 200 meters from the fortress.

The barbed wire that I touched at first was torn off. The second barbed wire was pushed by several wolves and the strut broke.

It's the power of a boulder.

However, there are not ten or twenty iron bars, and they are not only intertwined one by one.

The iron bars that were wrapped around the broken pillars were entangled in the torso of a wolf. Then another man and wolf step on one end of the barrel. The werewolf, who was pulled by his family's weight, fell out of balance, and the werewolf, who was in between, was suddenly taken by a pinned iron bar.

Such a sight occurs everywhere and immediately causes a massive traffic congestion of werewolves.

Again, it is 200 meters from the fortress.

And I'm developing gunpowder, and this fortress is built to handle new weapons.

Under my sentry platform, the concrete base, the brick bunker wall and the cannon base protected by the cover - to put it simply, the cannon firing range where the concrete and brick were hardened and shelled - gave the voice of the artillery.

Aim good?

"It's okay. That's where I shot it when I tried. Good in this position."

"It's only natural that you should try shooting for it. All right, load the cannon!

"Ahhhh!

"Tail closure"

"Closing down. Copy that!

All right, I heard the artillery commander's satisfying voice, so I held my ear.

The next moment.

Fire!

A grand chorus of forty barrel mouths to obliterate that word.

At the same time as the sound, the werewolves, who had been congested in the killzone 200 meters earlier, were shot through.

The shells used are artillery shots that shoot at countless spheres of iron.

The second iron ball was shot by a stiff ball, and the werewolves tangled in the barbed wire were even more dull. Some groups have almost stopped.

Artillery has been instructed to target these groups and fire a second shot.

"Next reload, start no!

"I'm going to open the tail, watch the casing!

"Out of the way, I can shoot you!

"Don't panic! Calm down! They're falling so far away!

Hmm, the artillery commander's yelling is appropriate.

As I told Mr. Itsuki, there are some concerns about how well firearms are operated.

The number of soldiers currently in this fortress is about 700.

Only 200 standing soldiers have been trained in the operation of firearms.

Five hundred conscripts have just learned how to use Recruit Weapons from Standby.

Of these 700, 200 are assigned to artillery. Due to the high level of danger, the artillery has a high number of standing guards to supervise a small number of premature recruits.

In that case, a second shelling hit the werewolves safely. Besides, it's a medium speed.

At this speed, we may have reached the development of a rear-mounted artillery.

The preloader must push gunpowder and shells into the back from the firing hole, which takes time to reload. In some cases, the cannon must be reoriented and reloaded to load heavy ammunition.

This will start over from the target, so do not fire quickly.

In that regard, it is very easy to reload the rear mount with a loading opening and closing mechanism behind the gun. You can open the tail plug, which is an opening and closing mechanism, and put a bullet in it.

Normally, artillery is behind the cannon at the time of firing, so the action required is exceptionally low.

Disadvantages of the rear mounting system include the need for technology in manufacturing and the high manufacturing cost. We had a lot of trouble making it.

In order to achieve this number, I gave up crying such as the mechanism to reduce recoil during shelling, the mechanism to automatically return the turret knocked back by recoil, and the automatic loading mechanism.

Ideas and pragmatism always impose tough discipline.

Regardless, the werewolves are being crushed one by one by artillery units that have increased their speed in exchange for spending.

The werewolf army, which was supposed to be raging like a natural disaster, is now divided by fire and forced to attack in pieces as a small group of about a dozen.

About eight werewolves were the first to break through the artillery kill zone, running through the leading group, but were not caught in a traffic jam.

They passed through a 200-metre railway strip and approached a hundred-metre point.

The distance is well understood because flags that are landmark every hundred meters are installed everywhere.

Now, the number of soldiers in this fortress is about seven hundred. Of these, 200 are artillery. So where are the remaining 500?

Of course, some of them have ancient spears, swords, and crossbow guns. They numbered about 200.

Then, there will be about 300 people left behind.

They were inside the base, like artillery, staring at the killzone at 100 metres from their gunshots.

"Shoot me!"

Approximately fifty shots fired at eight targets.

The pathetic target, who was shot through the entire body on the surrounding ground, collapsed over a hundred metres.

Three hundred soldiers are now armed with rifles.

If you can make a cannon, you can make a small gun. Not to mention, my lab has a big engineer who dreams of flying planes.

Improvements in metalworking technology are a bit surprisingly fast.

The lathe technology using various power engines that have been improved and stabilized makes it possible to even cut the life ring.

Of course, the rifle was also rear-mounted, with automatic loading, which was impossible with boulders, but with one bolt action, it was possible to load the next bullet.

In other words, it was a natural sight to see a man and a wolf who started to regenerate after 50 shots, and then 50 bullets fell down again.

While stabbing the first eight, the next group of five came to the Small Army Killzone. Six next, three and five next, and ten next - like a shooting practice, the werewolves feed on rifles.

There, we added artillery with no targets at 200 meters, and a beast of steel came to push the fortress away, swallowed by the waves of fire and disappeared.

Still strikingly, some werewolves swam through the small gunman kill zone while being rubbed by the waves of fire.

The real monster is out of standard. I think I could have overkilled enough for an interpersonal match.

About twenty of them are going to be white soldiers.