Trench Bolts and Magic

Chapter 2 is neither sacred nor imperial.
"General Mackensen, we have already shown you enough respect, and we hope you will reciprocate with the respect you deserve."

The middle-aged officer who asked the question stared at Mackensen, his expression somewhat unfriendly, and said:
"At least when referring to my country, please use its full name."

Mackensen sneered after hearing this:
"Full name: Holy Britannian Empire? What connection do you have with the Holy?"

"Neither sacred nor imperial"

Well, this guy's got a sharp tongue too.

However, the conversation between the two allowed Morin to obtain more information in a short period of time, and the mysterious voice in his mind rang out again, with the content of the 'information' interface being updated simultaneously.

[Current information collection rate: 9%]

The Holy Britannian Empire, with its capital located on the island of Britannia, was an autocratic state ruled by the imperial family, possessing extensive colonies worldwide.

This time, even without the system's hints, Morin could guess from the name alone that this was definitely a hero from another world.
Although Morin had no idea what connection this country had with a certain 'superpower' in an old ACG work.

However, it is certain that this country's relationship with the Saxon Empire was mostly not good.
For some reason, both empires have sent military forces to the 'Kingdom of Aragon' where everyone is currently located, but it seems that they have not yet officially started fighting.

These Brittany soldiers seem to have achieved the feat of being a 'Li Yunlong from another world'.
They ambushed a military observation group from the Saxon Empire and then captured Morin and his men.

On the other hand, Lieutenant General Mackensen's foul mouth also earned him a 'friendly' response from the other party.

With a few more punches from Bangbang, Lieutenant General Mackensen was knocked to the ground with his chair with a thud.

These three are Brittany.
Alright, the officer from Holy Britannia didn't forget Morin either, and after a flurry of punches and kicks, he knocked him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two pistols were pressed against the groin of Morin and Lieutenant General Mackensen.

"Our patience is limited. I'll ask you one last time: are you Saxons preparing to intervene in the civil war in the Kingdom of Aragon? What is your military deployment?!"

"Just kill me already, I really don't know anything."

Morin said weakly, "I just want the other party to give me a quick death and stop torturing me, and not to make me suffer the pain of being 'completely defeated'."

After he said this, the Brittany officer in front of him put away his gun and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Very good. Your loyalty to your country has earned my respect. However, this makes me even more certain that you possess valuable intelligence."

Lying on the ground, Morin felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said:

"No, what are you thinking? I'm just a lowly lieutenant, how could I possibly have the military intelligence you need!"

"It's precisely because you're just a second lieutenant that it seems so unreasonable!"

"If you're not some important figure, or if you don't possess any crucial intelligence, why would you be in an officer corps where the lowest rank is major?! And riding in the same car as a lieutenant general?!"

"Wait... is that how it is?"

"Oh!"

Another heavy kick landed, making Morin's vision go black for a moment.

"Keep pretending. Once you're taken to the professional interrogation room in the back, I'll give you a good 'welcome.' I hope you'll still be as stubborn as you are then."

The Brittany officer grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

Just as he was about to say something more, the cellar door opened, and a somewhat young-looking officer rushed down the stairs in a panic.

The young officer was urgently reporting something to his colleagues in the cellar in a language that Morin had never heard before.

But Morin was surprised to find that he could actually understand it.

The intonation and pronunciation of this language were somewhat similar to the English in the world he had traveled to before.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on distinguishing the jumbled syllables, which his mind automatically translated into meanings he could understand.

"Major! The makeshift positions on the outer perimeter have been attacked! It's the Saxons, and another group... another group of unidentified armed men!"

The young officer's voice was filled with panic.

As he spoke, muffled explosions and intermittent gunshots came through the open cellar door, much clearer than before.

The atmosphere in the cellar instantly became tense.

The Britannian major in the lead turned extremely ugly and kicked Lieutenant General Mackensen's chair.

"Move them to the rear immediately! Quickly!" "Yes, sir!"

The young officer received the order and immediately turned to run up the stairs to call for help.

But as soon as he stepped onto the first step, a deafening roar came from outside.

boom!
The entire cellar shook, and dust fell from above.

The young officer stumbled and tumbled down the low wooden stairs with a scream.

Before he could get up from the ground, a tall, dark figure leaped down from the cellar entrance.

The figure landed very steadily, and a foot wearing a heavy military boot slammed down on the young officer's chest.

With a "crack," that was the sound of a rib breaking.

Before the young officer could even scream, the dark figure had already pointed a rifle at his head.

"Oh!"

The nearby roar exploded in the cellar, making Morin's eardrums ache.

The young officer's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, three or four more dark figures filed in.

They moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly, making almost no unnecessary noise.

The remaining two Brittany officers reacted quickly, raising their weapons and pulling the triggers at the cellar entrance.

But apart from the gunshots, all that could be heard were a few clanging sounds and a few flashes of light from the darkness.

The next moment, three dark figures rushed up at a speed that Morin couldn't even see.

They held up some kind of round shield-like armor in front of them, absurdly blocking close-range pistol bullets, and ultimately smashing their respective targets to pieces.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade tearing through clothing and piercing flesh could be heard.

The three Britannian officers collapsed into pools of blood before they could even utter a sound.

The major who had previously punched and kicked Morin and Lieutenant General Mackensen and made threatening remarks collapsed beside Morin, his body convulsing.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Morin with unrepentant eyes, as if he couldn't believe he was dead.

Morin had no interest in paying attention to the dead man at the moment.

His entire attention was drawn to the sudden attackers.

The battle ended too quickly, lasting only a few seconds.

Only then did Morin see the other person's attire clearly by the light of the still-burning oil lamp.

The attacker was wearing the same style of field gray military uniform as he and Lieutenant General Mackensen.

This is good news, meaning that these attackers are most likely on their side.

But these armed men wore a set of breastplates, shoulder armor, and arm armor that gleamed with a cold metallic glint over their military uniforms.

The plate armor covered his chest, shoulders, and arms; its design was ancient yet powerful, and it looked incredibly heavy.

Above their heads was a can-shaped helmet that completely covered their faces.

What made Morin's mind go blank was that the soldier pulled a still-dripping one-handed sword from the body of the Brittany major, casually wiped the blood off the corpse's clothes, and then sheathed the sword at his waist.

Bolts, plate armor, and melee weapons.
What is this all about?

Maureen felt that her worldview had been shattered once again.

How come even medieval heavy-duty canned food is out here?

However, Morin couldn't care less about that now. After only a moment's thought, he spoke to the soldiers and armed personnel in a somewhat weak voice:
"I'm fine! Save the lieutenant general first!"

(End of this chapter)