How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 251: Excavator’s Edge (6)

There was no way they could hold out until the next day.

That’s right.

With the appearance of those things, defeat was predetermined.

I realized I was unconsciously gritting my teeth. I was clenching my fist so hard that the veins in my forearm were bulging.

I was angry.

I should have noticed earlier what was in the enemy’s defensive formation.

No, even if I hadn’t noticed, I should have rammed into it at the risk of danger before things got this far.

If they were maintaining their guard so strictly, something that important must be inside.

Rather... rather...

Meaningless regret grew in my mind. I shook my head to dispel useless self-blame and regret, then looked at the enemy camp through the telescope again.

There, still receiving escort from a well-formed defensive formation, that giant cannon was preparing to spew fire.

As if the Spanish army’s attack until just now had been some kind of warm-up.

The people in the fortress had barely been able to block even that with all their might.

When the cannon spewed fire again, the game would be over.

Florida would be enslaved again. Furthermore, it was obvious that the Knight Order forces scattered throughout Florida for defense would be picked off one by one.

And if Florida fell completely back into their hands... the Florida colony would no longer be for defense.

It would become a forward base for invading Virginia.

And our community of just over 100,000 people doesn’t have the capacity to block that attack. There’s no way to have the ability to block the invasion of the strongest European country of the era.

Many fates are divided here.

I close my eyes for a moment... and weigh.

I weigh the worst case that could arise from my actions and the sacrifice that would occur if we were defeated in this battle without doing anything.

In the worst case, I am captured by the Spanish army.

And in case of defeat here, tens of thousands die and are enslaved.

...

...

...

And I open my eyes again.

I don’t think I’m a human with extraordinary courage or morality.

I’m just an ordinary grape farmer who, luckily, or unluckily, fell into the 16th century with all sorts of cheats. Anyone who faced the same conditions as me could act like me.

"Haa... well, it’s not like I’m going to die."

If they’re someone destined to live forever with nothing to lose, that is.

I no longer hesitated.

Because for a person promised eternity, all pain is just momentary. Because these are things that will pass after gritting your teeth for a while.

Looking at it that way, saving people from a hurricane, and all other things, are just things I tried because I could.

I pulled the lever.

And I neither slowed down nor turned direction even once.

In a perfectly straight line.

I launched myself toward the target.

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"Please, please... if we just hold out a little longer...!"

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

Another person died.

Recklessly, they rushed forward with a gun and shield, and eventually fell within seconds to crossfire coming from all directions.

But those few seconds were enough. It was enough for other soldiers to barely rebuild the fence with Lexan and planks and establish a defensive line.

And.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

It collapsed again.

Rat-tat-tat!

Dying again.

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Building again.

Repeating the cycle of collapsing again and dying.

It was desperate.

A defensive line drawn with someone’s blood was trampled and erased so trivially.

Someone’s entire life concluded so emptily with a few gunshots.

The time this took was just a few seconds, a few minutes.

That tormented Alonso. He bandaged wounds and splinted fractures of those brought to the rear with blood-soaked hands, but he couldn’t tell if there was any meaning in all those actions.

In the end, it seemed like everyone here would die.

It seemed like everything would return to before the rebellion.

That fact was so sorrowful that Alonso burst into tears without even realizing it.

Alonso staggered to his feet, covered in blood. It was after he realized that a patient he had just bandaged and stopped the bleeding for was already dead.

He leaned his shaking body against the wall and slowly climbed the stairs. Surely a shower of bullets would still be continuing up there, but he wanted to see anyway.

How the battle situation was progressing, how the impending doom was approaching.

Thus, half out of his mind, he climbed all the stairs and cast his gaze outside the wall.

And.

"...Huh?"

He saw.

The sophisticated and dense defensive formation of the Spaniards.

That enormous, damnable bronze cannon positioned within that formation.

And.

Vrooooom!

’His’ tank boring through toward it.

Something impossible was happening.

Something... impossible...

...

...

Fear fills the eyes of the Spaniards.

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"Th-there! The monster is coming! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Aaaargh! Shoot! Shoot! Aim at the driver there!"

"The bullets are being blocked!"

"Even if you have to climb on top, grab it... Aaaargh!"

It’s like hell.

Countless people fall screaming before me. The barbed wire attached all around the excavator is entangled with human skin, flesh, and blood, creating a horrific scene.

Still, I kept running.

Bang!

"Huk...!"

Just now, for the second time, a bullet pierced through my chest.

So even Lexan plates get tattered when hundreds of shots are fired at ultra-close range.

Thud!

Again, for the tenth-something time, the impact of a traffic accident is inflicted on my entire body as I collide with people.

The unpleasant sensation of vertebrae being dislocated and then realigned awakens my mind.

I gritted my teeth and pulled the lever again. I pressed on, not caring whether things were crushed under the wheels or whether the already broken wipers cleaned the blood or not.

"F-fire!"

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

A bullet grazes my temple, turning my brain into mush before it recovers. The muscle fibers in my arm are completely torn apart by bullets before returning to normal.

Both hands gripping the left and right levers tremble. My arms repeatedly stiffen and then relax.

I rotate the upper part several times to shake off the Spaniards clinging to it, then let go of the levers and pick up a chainsaw to fend off a Spaniard approaching me through the gap in the Lexan.

That’s how I become covered in blood.

Even covered in blood, I continue to advance. Smoke seems to be rising from somewhere in the excavator, but I don’t stop.

Like I’m going to die.

I, I...

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

"Kuh-huk...!"

Blood rises again due to a bullet penetrating my neck. I accelerate, dripping blood from my mouth.

Like that.

"S-stop it!"

"The enemy is moving toward the cannon!"

I reached those terrible monster cannons.

Warning sounds seem to be beeping from everywhere. No, maybe it’s a sound ringing in my ears because I’m too tired.

It’s okay.

It will be over soon.

"D-don’t let it go to the cannon... Huh? Huuuh?"

Fools.

What could I do to that huge cannon? Could I destroy it?

Only when facing those who were blocking the way between me and the cannon did I change direction for the first time.

Right near the cannon.

"N-n-no! Stop it! Stop it right now! Stop it!"

To where the gunpowder is gathered.

I opened the rattling door with a kick while taking out a lighter from my pocket. And.

I threw it.

Still anxious, I rammed once more with the smoking vehicle.

And as I think about it one last time.

Wow.

This is going to hurt more than when my body was burned last time...

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

A pillar of fire rose.

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Both the Spaniards and the freemen of Florida could only watch in a daze as the massive explosion erupted among the Spanish troops.

Flames engulfed everything.

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