episode_0086

“Hmm.”

Jennifer was standing in front of the guns that Lena and I had brought, contemplating what to do.

Even though she was Jennifer, I couldn’t avoid using textbooks for lessons, so after the field training was over, I continued to use textbooks for lessons. And today, I finally came out to practice like a real fight, but the problem was that the firearms of both of us were ambiguous objects for ‘mock fights’ in many ways.

There is no big problem with bolt-action rifles and shotguns. These are guns that require firing one or two shots and reloading the next round anyway, and if you have a good eye, you can tell whether or not someone is cheating just by looking at them from afar.

The revolver I use is the same. Because it’s double-action, you can see the hammer move with just one pull of the trigger.

But an automatic pistol… … doesn’t move on its own unless the cartridge inside it burns. Even when you pull the trigger, you can’t see the hammer move from the outside. This new automatic pistol that the workshop master had made had a hammer at the back, but it was a single-action operation.

However, in a situation where it is assumed to be a ‘real battle’, it was strange to ask someone to fire a shot and then reload it as if they were shooting a BB gun with an automatic loading gun.

Moreover, if you consider emptying the magazine and reloading, reloading without emptying the magazine, and even using the remaining magazine, the number of cases is endless.

But Lena and I don’t both use just one gun. Lena uses two automatic pistols, and I use only an automatic pistol, only a revolver, only a rifle, and only a shotgun.

Up until this point, it was not a level that people could remember, and we even used bullets processed directly by Marmaros. It was almost impossible to determine whether it would be eliminated or not.

“… … .”

After thinking about it for a while, Jennifer finally said,

“… … Let the two of you practice separately on the weekends.”

Ugh.

*

“I understand that Meyer uses that gun, but the gun you use is something I’ve never seen before.”

Well, it’s a prototype. It hasn’t even been given a proper name yet, so there’s nothing written on the slide.

“Is this the gun you received from the workshop manager?”

“Yes.”

As I nodded, Jennifer nodded back and said.

“The bullets are also bullets I’ve never seen before. You said you were working hard on them the last time we met, so I guess this is that gun.”

“… … .”

I didn’t say anything. I could answer like this because the other person was Jennifer. In fact, I brought the gun with me on the condition that I wouldn’t tell anyone else the detailed information.

The news that I was active in the battlefield was delivered to the system a little late. The most important thing about a military firearm is that it functions properly in any situation, so it was somewhat imaginable why the workshop leader entrusted me with the gun. Since I was sure that I would shoot a ton in various situations, he lent me the gun for testing.

Besides, this gun was not in circulation except for a few spares stored at the Browning workshop, so in the end, if you wanted to repair it, you had to take it to the workshop owner. If it broke, he would tell you why it broke, and if it got stuck, he would tell you why it got stuck.

“Well, that’s fine. I know the skill of that workshop manager. Besides, if it’s a gun you chose yourself, there shouldn’t be a big problem. ”

I nodded as Jennifer handed the gun back to me.

“I already know the 98 type. Even though it looks like this, it was in the northern battlefield.”

When Jennifer said that, Lena nodded.

“Okay. I was thinking about how to measure the skills of the two people… … .”

Jennifer shrugged and told us.

“Since you both started using weapons that were almost meaningless if not for live ammunition, I thought it would be better to test them with live ammunition as well.”

And what Jennifer was pointing to with her hand was a place made of stacked logs… … a trench, or maybe a house. Anyway, it was that kind of place.

It wasn’t dug into the ground. It was built above ground so that it was easy to enter through the entrance. If you look at the inside, which was made of piled up logs, it felt similar to an actual trench.

Inside, there were places where you could fall sideways like the actual trenches I had seen, and there were also places that looked like rooms. It wasn’t that big, since it had to take up a corner of the field, but once you went in, it looked like it would take a minute to get out on the other side.

“Even if it looks like this, it was made so that the inside can be seen clearly when viewed from above.”

Jennifer’s expression as she said that looked strangely pleased.

It was a proud moment. We created this training ground in just two days.

It may look like a typical World War II trench, but its purpose appears to be no different from a modern shooting range.

“If there is something like this, other students will be able to use it too.”

However, considering that it did not appear in the original work, it is highly likely that it was not made into a training ground because there were no ‘nobles’ who used firearms.

In fact, what this means is that if it weren’t for Nawarena, this place wouldn’t exist.

“This will be a training exercise using live ammunition, but are you both okay? Oh, but don’t use Marmaros. It’ll make the laborers who worked hard for two days feel bad. ”

“… … .”

I guess so.

No matter how much money you paid to make it, if the end result is just one use and it burns up, even a country would be disappointed.

*

The first one to be deployed was Lena.

I was holding a gun with eight rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber, so I had more ammo than I thought. My opponent was just a plank that would suddenly pop out due to a spring, so it wasn’t that dangerous.

I wondered how they made the jumping targets in a world without electricity, but it turned out that they were all wound up one by one and put down backwards. … … There was another reason why Jennifer asked me not to use Marmaros. No matter how you looked at it, it was incredibly expensive for its intended use and looked like it would break easily.

Besides, it took time for other students to go down and write one by one.

“I will try my best to study hard.”

And in the meantime, Lena spoke to me.

“… … .”

When I turned my gaze to Lena’s voice that I suddenly heard, I saw Lena’s eyes full of determination.

“It is different from the battlefield where the princess was active in many ways, but I think it is a good opportunity to see even a glimpse of it.”

“… … .”

You’re not saying this on purpose to tease me, are you?

Looking at those sparkling eyes, it definitely didn’t seem like that.

“Oh, really?”

And then Jennifer, who was just coming back from work, said:

“Then it’s okay to look at it from above.”

“Are you sure?”

“… … .”

I quietly watched Jennifer make useless suggestions to Lena, but Jennifer just shrugged her shoulders.

*

Well, okay.

I also thought of my own solution.

If Lena were a character who had a romantic relationship, what kind of character would I be?

I wouldn’t say it’s the opposite of romantic, but how about ‘tactical’?

Extremely practical tactics can actually be romantic, right? Like John ●. Well, that character is unrealistic in another sense.

In short, it means that it has to look ‘plausible’. Since this is the point where the tactics of the last battle are changing from infantry fighting to modern warfare, I just have to use the modern shooting that I know.

For example, for example.

Crunch.

The mainspring starts and enemy targets appear. Two of them appear at once, jumping out from the side.

I shot one of them with a shotgun. It wasn’t my personal shotgun with the Marmalades, it was a borrowed one from school, so it went with regular shotguns.

But even though it’s a shotgun like that, it’s basically the same shotgun. There are many ways to make it with just some parts that I used.

I put down my empty shotgun as I shot one enemy. The lanyard attached to the front of the shotgun buttstock was hanging down, but unlike the usual rifle straps in this world that were long and connected from end to end, the strap I was wearing was a slingback style that went over my neck and shoulder. The gun didn’t hang all the way down, but stopped a little below my chest so that I could quickly grab it again.

He quickly lowered his right hand and took out the gun from his waist holster.

And holding the gun with both hands,

Bang bang!

He shot me twice in the chest.

And move forward.

Next, I shot the next enemy twice each, then loaded the empty magazine. After loading seven rounds into the gun, I put it back in the holster and went back to where the enemy had come out from.

The shotgun holster on his right thigh contained six bullets, two, two, two, lined up in a row.

I took both feet out at the same time and lined them up in the cartridge slot.

Repeat this twice, reload the gun, and then come out.

Quickly shoot one foot at each enemy that jumps out again.

… … After shooting, I was at the end of a shooting range.

“Hoo.”

I took a deep breath and looked up.

Jennifer was looking at me and smiling. I don’t know what expression she was making, but—

—At least there was Lena, looking at me with her eyes wide open.

I feel like it was worth it to have spent the past two days scouring the workshop to make military uniforms.

I practiced reloading and turning it all night long.

… … Last night, I sneaked into the training ground that was already built and ran and spun around like crazy all by myself.