Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 152 - : Battlefield Tactics
Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Battlefield Tactics
"Help him, Vikir.
Tudor, a budding superhero wannabe, has always been proud and confident, but now he's defending himself in a dire situation.
"Hmm. Keep this up. Then you'll die. Yes, please kill me. You can't ask for mercy anyway, Vikir.''
Sancho, the next mercenary king aiming for supremacy in the north, has an irrepressible fighting spirit and accepts death without losing his fighting spirit.
"Vikir, you deceived me!
Piggy is just Piggy. But he trusts Vikir more than anyone, so at the last moment, the knife stabs him in the back. His frustration is at its peak when
...but. Vikir brutally murdered his friend.
"If you don't make it in time, you'll die."
Vikir's voice sounded hoarse.
Charak~.
The card has been moved.
Colorful horses moved around on a wide piece of cardboard.
Vikir's black piece swallowed Tudor's blue piece, Sancho's red piece, and Piggy's yellow piece.
At the same time, Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy are brought back to the starting line.
...with three glasses of punishment.
``Unfortunately, I lost again! How is this guy so good at board games?''
``I feel like I've already drank a liter of punishment drink.''
``...I feel like I'm going to throw up.'' "
Piggy pouted as he watched the distance he and Tudor and Sancho worked so hard to cover on the board reset in an instant, and the drinks piled up in front of them.
Meanwhile, the girls were laughing and chatting.
``Hi Vikir, you're very good at board games.''
``Do you have any tips for throwing cards?''
``You look like you've been playing games all day!''
The normally modest schoolgirls were wearing casual clothes.
Late at night, the boys came to the girls' restroom and were enjoying the atmosphere of the drinking party.
It's late at night, and the lovers (?) led by Tudor sneak out of the boys' dormitory and sneak into the girls' dormitory.
Following the consent of the male students, the female students broke the latch on one corner of the window of the first-floor toilet, sneaked in from the first floor, entered the second floor through the drainpipe, and climbed up. From the emergency stairs, we went to the third floor and finally to the women's floor on the fourth floor, which was a restricted area.
Of course, I was stopped by the police on duty several times along the way, but today the security guard's supervision was unusually lax.
Probably because they didn't want to strictly control secret meetings between young men and women.
Well, it doesn't matter.
Now, both boys and girls are sitting in their rooms playing board games.
This game is called Ut, and the penalties are primarily fines and drinking, but there are also separate penalties for moving and placing pieces on the board.
Examples: "Hold the hand of the person you like for 5 seconds," "Kiss the person wearing red on the forehead for 10 seconds," "Hug the person in front of you for 30 seconds.""Such.
There was a space in almost all non-criminal penalties; the closer to the goal, the higher the level.
"This is a thumb game, not a drinking game."
Someone looking at the board muttered.
It was Bianca, sitting on the bed wearing sweatpants.
Tudor frowned.
"Don't you think you're complaining a bit too much because no one wants to date you?"
"I think you were wrong when you said no one wants to date you, you bastard."
Words between Tudor and Bianca.
Sinclair, who was standing next to him, interrupted.
"Oh, come on, guys, it's fun to drink."
Sinclair smiled like a cute puppy.
As a star student, she always wore smart school uniforms and had a perfect image, but now she wears loose tank tops and dolphin pants, so she looks quite familiar to Masu.
The boys began to murmur among themselves.
"...Hmm. Maybe I should have paid more attention to how I dressed."
"Are you stupid?" Do you think they don't care about their clothes? Those are their battle uniforms.
Sancho and Tudor looked at each other.
"Yut."
Vikir moved his horse again.
Tudor's and Sancho's horses were eaten again.
Then.
"Ut" and strategically moved back and forth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Hey, let's take more punishment!"
``I'm just drinking myself to death...''
Tudor and Sancho regret taking Vikir and reach for their glasses of punishment schnapps.
Well then.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey...kids, students drink a little too."
That was St. Dolores.
She was sitting comfortably on the bed wearing a stretch T-shirt of hers and pajamas of her pants.
In fact, she was deep in thought.
``They're volunteering during Golden Week, so it's okay to deviate once in a while.'' Well, maybe they should have a few drinks in case of an accident. Hmm, do you feel a little old?
Seeing Dolores' worried expression, Tudor grinned and picked up the glass.
"Don't worry, Madam President, it's not alcohol, it's lemonade!"
Suddenly, Dolores felt relieved.
Of course, she didn't know that lemonade contained a small amount of alcohol.
Meanwhile, Vikir was still playing a board game by himself.
Why is Vikir, who doesn't usually like to be in the spotlight, so active in matches?
"It reminds me of the old days."
It's a memory.
It's a game.
Throw 4 tiles and select Do (pig), Ge (dog), Geol (sheep), Yut (cow), and Mo (horse) depending on the situation and move them forward. Go forward or sideways.
If you meet an opponent's horse on the way, you can eat it and bring it back to the starting line.
This board game was very popular with soldiers in the field, in ambushes, and on standby during the Age of Destruction.
Not because it was particularly fun, but because Army Internal Affairs didn't have any other board games to play.
"I played this game until I got bored while fighting for five minutes in the trenches on Hill 7 on the Western Front."
In the midst of a protracted war and constant confrontation with the enemy. The soldiers lived a boring daily life.
It was one of the few things they could do together as a group of men.
Of course, back then, it was an outdated classic game played only by soldiers on the front lines, so there were a lot of old men and outcasts who learned all sorts of unusual techniques...
"Now," a while ago
That's why no one had any experience with it.
He's currently the second-best player in board games, even behind Piggy, but his throwing skills are terrible.
``If you do that, you will lose military funding for your comrades.''
That would have been enough for most soldiers on the front lines during the Age of Destruction.
Vikir wasn't much of a player himself but was often pulled over by his superiors to learn tricks.
...pull it!
There was a dull sound backwards.
Vikir's black piece moved forward and swallowed Sinclair's white piece, which was 5 squares away.
And then, in the next round, he moves back one space and eats another white stone from Sinclair.
The two white horses return to the starting line at the end of the lap.
Sinclair screams after losing two points.
"Hyung! Are you a professional gamer? Why are you so good? I lost in studying, but now I lost in the game."
He told me not to call him Oppa. But she called me Hyung.
Tudor, from whom Vikir had stolen five horses, asked Vikir with a shocked expression.
``No, you're good with your hands; you're good with dice; you're good with cards... Are there any games you can't play?''
``No.''
Vikir said it firmly.
Everyone present held their breath at his overwhelming confidence.
``Hey, Vikrl, Vikir, will you let me ride your horse?''
``Hey, I want to see your face; hehe, could you take off your bangs, please?'' Please take off your glasses."
``Aren't you having trouble breathing? Should I cut your hair, especially the bangs?''
Some of the girls crept up to Vikir's side and touched his arms and knees.
Then someone else pointed out girls who were interested in Vikir.
"Are you good at board games?"
This is Dolores, the student council president.
``So, do you know how to play Go?''
She didn't know about any other games, but she was confident in this one.
Finally, Vikir nodded.
``I can play something.''
``Really?'' What is your level of shogi skill?"
"About level 2."
Dolores laughed in her heart.
"Second grade, that's enough to brag about."
For reference, she was an amateur at level 5.
I was the top ace in my first year at university and served as vice president of the Go Club in my second year. Since no one in his family could play Go, he enthusiastically took up the position.
... After that, the club was disbanded because no new students came.
After that, no one played with her, and most people didn't know how to play with her at all.
Dolores was also busy with work and had difficulty playing Go, so of course her hobby fell by the wayside.
But here's a boy who thinks he's good at every board game. He only has second-class skills.
``Eh, president, are you going to play a game with Vikir?''
``Sister, you're amazing!''
``How do you feel about this versatile player who is good at board games?'' A game?
The atmosphere in the room welcomed Dolores' participation.
Dolores jumped out of bed and couldn't resist the cheers.
Up until now, I had been watching from the sidelines because I didn't know how to play board games, but this time it was different.
The only board game she could play, and the only game she was very good at, was Go.
It's been a while since we had a match like this.
"Then, let's have some fun.
The saint held up the simple chess board brought by King Tudor and smiled.
Amateur Level 5 has its hidden strengths.
Dolores and Vikir's The difference in power was as great as the difference between heaven and earth.
And she kept it a secret for now.
``It's a punishment, but how about a punishment drink for each house?''
The other students who were beaten by Vikir cheered at Dolores' bold provocation.
And.
"...I understand."
Vikir was as indifferent as ever and could only nod.
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