The Imperial Hunter

Chapter 51 - El Maestre (6)



Smoke rose from the infirmary, the lingering scent of gunpowder. I slung the large-caliber sniper rifle, now empty of rounds, behind my back.

In the recent firefight, I, a sniper, had taken down three times the enemy for the ammunition expended. This was not a fanciful story of piercing three enemies with each shot. Even bullets that missed were enough to suppress the enemy’s movements, allowing the Knight Commander, who had entered during this time, to finish off the exposed British soldiers one by one. War was not a solitary battle.

The black knight who received my help stopped and looked in my direction at the place filled with grim deaths. Who could be helping me? The anxious confusion could be felt in the search. However, without clairvoyance, they couldn’t possibly discover me. There were too many obstacles blocking their line of sight between them and me.

Unlike the leader, whose post-combat aftereffects were merely shallow breathing, the subordinates who leaned on their own swords, shields, and guns were panting heavily. They moved again and plundered the weapons, ammunition, food, and water from the dead British soldiers. While the British soldiers’ rations were no more than cereal bars and tea bags at best, it was a source of calories that the heavily taxed cartel knights were desperate for. The leader poured drink powder into the water bottle that his subordinates handed him, shook it roughly, and poured it down his throat without taking a sip. It was a remarkable talent to pour it into the esophagus without a single gulp. He gobbled down three cereal bars without a break. Then, he poured a whole bottle of water again. It was amazing that he didn’t suffer from esophageal spasms.

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