Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

68 – Corridor of people and corpses

It took a lot of time to get to the carriage.

While the Priyanian Squad Leader and Priest Rien were doing their jobs in the back compartment of the carriage, I decided to do my own thing.

“Hello?”

Speaking to horses.

“Purrule!”

But he seemed quite uncomfortable.

But there is one rule, and I am one of the people who knows it best, when it comes to dealing with drunk people, just plain dogs, and horses intoxicated with dark magic.

‘I must never make these people angry.’

It was a small life lesson that anyone can learn if they have experienced being bitten or almost kicked.

So I whispered.

“What?”

Pak pak pak!

They plowed the ground with their feet.

Just like when you say “Walk” To a dog, it immediately makes their legs squeak, to them, “Irya” Was a keyword that literally made their legs angry.

While I was idling at the hearts of the horses, I heard a voice behind me.

“Mr. G-House. It’s over.”

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As I said before, there were several polearms hanging like wings on both sides of the wagon.

The remodeling was only possible because there were long spears rolling around.

Prianian’s squad leader even gave a kind explanation.

“I put it between the boxes, but it weighs quite a bit and should withstand some shock.”

Her proud face was quite unfamiliar, but it was nice to see.

“Excellent. Squad leader.”

A blond priest came out from behind the wagon, with a mallet and an incense burner in his hand.

“The preparations are complete!”

“What kind of hammer are you holding?”

Priest Rien held up his hammer and shrugged. It was probably something used to drive stakes.

“Since I returned the dagger, I was going to keep this one! And the G-House mercenary.”

“Yes. Priest Rien.”

“Is this really going to happen?”

At that face full of distrust, I said with a smile.

“It becomes clear. So, did you have the oil drum I said?”

It didn’t make sense for a supply wagon like this to not have an oil drum.

She nodded her head.

“Don’t worry. The horses will be fine.”

Perhaps.

***

Kurrure.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Because the speed wasn’t fast enough, we were able to catch up with our own pace.

So we hid in the back of the wagon and spyed ahead.

-Kang!

―Kacang!

The mercenaries mad with dark magic wielded their weapons madly at each other.

―Chack!

One of the mercenaries, who kept beating each other, injured his arm with an ax that was slanted down.

“Keew.”

However, the cut man only let out a silent sound, and struck the face of the attacker with the shield he was holding.

“Creepy!”

“Die!”

Behind the back of the mercenary, who was staggering from the momentary shock, someone rushed in and tried to strike him in the back of the head.

However, the dart was stuck in the back of the neck of the guy who was aiming for his back.

Just as he was about to hit the mace, he collapsed on the floor, stuttering, and then stretched his body. He is dead

However, just because he died, he didn’t immediately resurrect as an undead.

After the gore rat, which had been wandering around on the battlefield, squeezed in with its plump body and hind legs,

Only after enough time has passed for one food to enter the stomach.

Only after that will he rise again as an undead.

Seeing the undead giggling while breaking the skull of the guy I hadn’t been aiming for with a mace, I turned my sights elsewhere.

Because there were too many people there, we had to find another breakthrough.

‘I can never break through enemy lines with this wagon.’

The reason was simple.

Someone had to hold the reins like a coachman to make a clear breakthrough with them.

However, in order not to be affected by dark magic, you must stay next to Priest Rien.

It was not meant to be used as a throwaway card, so if they rode through the wagon, there was no answer other than the three of them riding in the front seat with no place to take cover.

If you stand in a place where you can’t be covered on the battlefield, you’re only a target.

So I boldly abandoned the plan to cross the battlefield using a wagon.

Instead, the wagon was given another task,

I entrusted a lot of work to people instead.

Beside him is Priest Rien, who recites prayers over and over again, invigorating us all.

At the gigantic oil barrel that he wriggled out, he saw the prianian squad leader preparing to unplug it.

Of the three of us, I was the only one who could drive the carriage, so I took on other jobs.

“I’m going to run in the 3 o’clock direction based on the wagon.”

It was a place with few undead and many mercenaries.

You have to be hostile to people, but this was the only way to minimize the priest’s consumption of holy power.

The two nodded after hearing my instructions.

“Give me a signal and I just do what I need to do and run.”

As the signal, I decided to hit the horse’s butt.

“Be prepared.”

After saying that, I quickly jumped into the coachman’s seat and turned the rider to a place overflowing with undead.

And I checked the wagon connections, which I had loosened a little while ago.

At least the horses won’t get caught up in our plans tied to the wagon.

Perhaps.

Damn it!

“Hee hee hee!”

I did not forget that the words that were spanked to me were learned through violence even in anger.

That’s why he started to play his legs faster, even with the slightest violence.

This much acceleration with just one cheek. It was quite cost effective.

“There is no Hyeja.”

With only one word of review left, I quickly got off the carriage. This is because if the carriage accelerates further, it cannot get off.

I heard a small gurgling sound from the wagon that darted past me, raising the wind.

Indeed, it was a driving force that exceeded the planner’s expectations.

“Pu hee hee hee!!”

The freed horse began to make its presence known on the battlefield.

That’s why, both human and undead, everyone was looking at the carriage.

“What do you mean?”

“Kieheh?”

What the carriage was doing wasn’t just stealing eyes.

“f*ck, is that a long spear?”

“Damaged!!”

In an instant, it made them able to control their anger and find reason.

As expected, strength creates reason.

Kurrr!!

It is the mass of the wagon, and the speed with the added stress of the horse that was piled up a while ago,

And even the wings of the long spear the wagon was carrying, nearly 6m long.

Indeed, at the moment of being hit, a wagon with enough power to be considered a merchant if all five bodies were on it was charging toward the front line.

I avoided all the mercenaries who could control anger, intimidated by its majesty, but not the undead.

“Kieek.”

“aaah!!”

The area around the wagon began to be swept away with a squeaking sound.

While all their eyes were focused on the wagon, the two started running first.

I took out a flint and the parchment I had torn from my bosom, set it on fire, and tossed it on the floor.

“Art is an explosion. Climb.”

With that word, the oil scattered on the bloodstained grass began to burn.

Ignoring the deafening sounds and shouts coming from far away, I quickly ran towards the party.

***

Thanks to the wagon, I came comfortably to the halfway point of the battlefield.

As much as possible, it can be said that it is comfortable because it is done once rather than twice.

Tak-tak-tak!

I heard a clicking sound from under my feet as I continued to run. It was because the land was overflowing with so much life that it could not handle it.

The limit was that everyone would barely slip on the bloody ground.

The fact that Priest Rien didn’t fall is enough of a miracle.

It was literally hell everywhere.

Of course, if you think the battlefield is heaven, you’re the kind of person who should ask for hospitalization at a nearby monastery.

A place full of limbs flying around, the screams of the living and the strange cries of the dead from all directions, this place is all the more hell.

Run!!

Buriya!!

It’s fire!!

I turned my head to the shouts coming from far away. It was the direction we came from earlier.

Away, in the grass where we came from, the flames were roaring.

And on that side, the blood-stained polearms soared and sank repeatedly as if they were playing a card section.

It seems that changes began to occur on the battlefield as they moved to escape the sudden fire.

Judging by the swinging long spears erected upright into the sky, it seemed that one or two colonies of undead were starting to fight for survival with other mercenaries.

Maybe because of that, this place had a lot of undead when we saw it earlier, but there were more mercenaries.

―Quaang!

Then we heard the roar of the magician’s chant, which was a good sign for us considering we were a little farther away from the place the squad leader said earlier.

The war magic continued to be cast in the military camps on both sides.

That’s why the sky was red, cold, and cloudy at the same time today.

I turned my head to the front again, praying that the horse pulling the carriage in the distance would come to life.

Unaffected by the true flames, but madly affected by the flames of madness, the appearance here was uncanny.

“Wow!”

Kang!

“You bastard! I mean an ally!”

“Kiaaa!!”

―Kwajijik!

The aisles made up of people and corpses were very organic.

As with any melee, there was blood everywhere.

The color to distinguish whether it is an enemy or an ally has already been overpainted in red,

The markers and flagpoles were already covered and split long ago.

In the face of the reality that the colleague who had just fought until now emits red light from the eyes that turned white at some point and stabs a knife in his side, Bangjin was literally nonsense.

Occasionally, there was a madman who shouted squares, but he soon turned into an undead and shut his mouth.

That’s why the mercenaries, who couldn’t tell who was the enemy, swung their swords in all directions and threw spears repeatedly.

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The most peaceful people in this situation were the rats at the lowest level.

A swarm of bloody rats was making their way somewhere in search of a new host.

Those rats that didn’t even take a picture and just roamed all over the place, they looked like death reapers.

As long as they existed, eternal rest on this battlefield was a luxury.

So the moment the corpse collapsed, his mouth was filled with only one rat, not a single gold coin.

So, the dead who did not get the passage to the underworld rise up again and shout out loud.

“Ah ah ah ah!!!”

That primordial resentment that only I can’t suffer.

Since seeing that, we’ve been aiming to neutralize instead of kill whenever possible.

Killing them didn’t solve the problem, at least if they were still alive they’d take care of themselves while we arrived and cleaned them up.

“Quaaa!!”

Right next to us, a mercenary who had been stabbed in the back continued to let out a terrible scream.

With the mercenary’s face blurred, he reached out to the sky. Like he’s grabbing something.

Then he spat out only one word.

“My God.”

I forgot his face.

And the only thing I could hear was Priest Rien, who had seen it earlier, muttering softly.

“I’m sorry.”

***

The almost running pace continued, and soon only new corpses and mercenaries were visible in front of us.

And of course, we weren’t observers here. Was a survivor

I didn’t know where the sword would come from in a place where there was no dust proofing, tactics, or conscience, so I and the squad leader, with Rien Priest in the middle, looked around in all directions.

It was like being a group of main characters, killing zombies walking from all directions one by one, as seen on Earth.

“Squad leader, left!”

“Give it up!!”

Right next to her, some madman jumped out, drooling over her.

The prianian squad leader put his hand on his waist instead of using a crossbow.

With a whooping sound, she paused at the front of us and drew her side sword.

The guy who was about to hit the squad leader exposed his armpit to hit the axe.

She didn’t miss it.

After quickly slashing the mercenary’s armpit, he immediately slit his left thigh.

It was quite a skill, but I didn’t have time to look at it blankly.

At some point, a mace flew behind Priest Lien’s back.

―Quaang!

Unknowingly, the blocked Taji made a roar.

“Kyaaak!”

She screamed in surprise.

“Towards the squad leader!”

After confirming that Priest Rien was dodging toward the squad leader, I confronted him.

The one who failed in the ambush tried to hit him with his left shoulder this time, but I had already put it close to his left shoulder.

“Holy Seebaal!”

As if using a buckler, so that he wouldn’t have the distance to wield it.

―Chack!

Meanwhile, the arming sword slashed the guy’s chest, and Pommel quickly retrieved it and slashed his elbow holding the mace.

“Keuugh!”

I heard the dull sound of metal falling into a puddle, but I couldn’t afford to use it on him anymore.

Tadadak!

“It’s an enemy!”

“Kill me!”

“G-House, right!”

“Kyaaak!!”

Even at this moment, enemies were attacking us from all sides.

We were now being digested in a passage made of people and corpses.