Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 595

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 65
23. Dying of Laughter (2)
“The most troublesome units in European civilization are knights.”
This was what Cookie said when devising strategies against European nations.
“Especially against civilizations like Joseon that specialize in ranged weapons, they’re absolutely lethal. Not just the Frankish Royal Knights that appear from Age 2, but also the English Templar Knights and Teutonic Knights from Age 3 onwards—they’re all headaches.”
The reasons were all similar.
“These units fundamentally reduce ranged damage by half, and their armor deflects any arrows below a certain draw weight entirely.”
It was nearly impossible to kill them with ranged attacks.
Unless you reached Age 4 and had access to gunpowder weapons like muskets and arquebuses, trying to intercept and kill knights from range was foolish.
“However, there is a way to take them down from range.”
That didn’t mean knights were invincible to ranged attacks.
Fighting knights with just bows was certainly foolish, but what if you coordinated with allies?
“Coordinate with spearmen, and you can do it.”
Especially with spearmen, things change entirely.
It’s a classic strategy.
When a knight charges at the archers, the spearmen in ambush rush out and counter-attack.
Once the spearmen pin the knight in place, the knight momentarily exposes their weak points.
“You can’t cover the joints with armor. The waist, elbows, knees, ankles, neck, back—joints always have gaps in the armor. If the archers aim carefully and shoot while they’re immobilized, they can land hits. Especially at…”
No matter how thoroughly armor covered the body, gaps always existed at the joints.
Cookie raised a hand and pointed.
「Here.」
The eyes.
Clear black eyes as if set with unwavering resolve.
Above them, the blue sky reflected.
Within the cyan irises, an arrow swam through the air.
「The eyes are extremely fatal.」
Feathers drifting slowly.
Everything moves in slow motion.
Sound drowns in time and vanishes, the air itself seeming frozen.
Fwoooosh…
Only the arrow advanced across the frozen world.
Trampling the hardened wind, finally as it pierces into the cyan iris.
‘It hit.’
Crash.
The sluggish world collapsed.
──Splurt!
“Gack!”
The knight’s head snapped backward, spraying a fountain of blood.
Simultaneously, a roar that struck the ears.
“Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Not just the soldiers.
Everyone in the audience dressed in red rose from their seats.
“Waaaaaaah!”
My eardrums rang sharply.
Contradictory commands erupted from both sides.
“The Knight is in danger! Stop them!”
“Now! Kill them!”
The situation became dire.
The Knight lay unconscious, his head bent backward.
His pale neck was completely exposed.
Perfect for a killing blow.
「Once the eyes are struck, temporary combat incapacity sets in, forcing all vital points to be exposed.」
Not just the neck—nearly every vital point on the body was exposed, and the hit detection improved as well.
Now was the moment.
Pangeo roared at the Archers.
“Shoot and kill! Shoot now!”
Following Pangeo’s cry, countless arrows were unleashed toward the Knight.
Arrows poured down like a torrential rain, piercing indiscriminately in all directions.
The Knight became a porcupine.
The pale neck quickly turned crimson with blood….
Thud!
“!”
The Knight fell from his horse.
He was dead.
“Waaaaaaah!!”
A tremendous roar erupted simply from the death of one Knight.
I turned my gaze away from that spectacle, looking elsewhere.
‘One more left….’
There was another Knight.
‘What?’
But where was he?
I couldn’t tell where he was.
Screeeech…!
‘Behind!?’
A dark shadow loomed from behind me—the Knight had turned around and charged when I wasn’t looking.
I rolled forward desperately, barely evading the Knight’s blade.
Whoosh!
But there was no escape after that.
The Knight charged again without hesitation, thrusting his sword to finish me off.
“You’re the culprit──”
At that moment, another mounted figure rushed past like an arrow and struck down.
──Boom!
“I still have my spear. You bastard.”
[Bread]
It was Bread.
He charged forward at the horse’s speed and thrust with his spear.
The knight collided head-on with the spearman.
“Ugh…!!?”
Whinnnnny…!
The Royal Knight tumbled from his horse, his magnificent banner fluttering as he fell.
Thud!
The knight wasn’t dead, so he rolled his body to escape danger. If he ran just a little further, the mounted rider couldn’t reach him with the spear.
But Bread threw his spear somewhere.
“Here.”
Almond’s hand caught her spear.
“Finish it.”
Almond charged forward and drove the spear into the knight rolling on the ground.
Squelch──!
“Aaaaaargh!”
The second knight died with a scream.
Pabababam!
A trumpet sound blared out.
Huh? I thought the broadcast was turned off?
[The enemy has surrendered!]
It wasn’t the broadcast.
It was a surrender notification.

* * *
Surrender?
I was struck by an unexpected sense of astonishment.
I had known it would come eventually.
But when that moment finally arrived, the emotions that flooded through me were….
‘We won?’
We won.
Those three words alone filled my entire mind.
Like a lantern in the night, the events of the past flickered before me.
Joseon’s scrim losing streak.
When the win prediction showed 98% in favor of France.
When I was shooting arrows at the defensive tower.
The moment the Royal Knight appeared.
That sensation of piercing with the spear.
And then, that notification we hadn’t seen in scrims until now….
Boom!
[Joseon Victory]
I was momentarily at a loss for words.
The words wouldn’t come out properly from my throat.
But that wasn’t all.
The battle cries faded, and silence descended.
One side drained of strength, the other overflowing with emotion.
We really won?
‘Truly?’
The scorching sensation of victory gradually seeped into my skin. I could feel it through every nerve.
Our victory.
Clang!
Bread raised his sword high and shouted.
“We woooooooooon!!!”
Everyone roared with a fervor they had never unleashed before.
All of them threw their weapons skyward, bellowing in triumph.
“Raaaaaaaahhh!”
Pangeo came running over, his voice nearly breaking with excitement.
“Hey hey! I knew it! I believed in you! Almond! You shot that Knight, didn’t you!? Huh!?”
Was this really the same person who had been so serious when I first arrived, demanding we speak only of strategy and nothing else?
Along with him, Spam, Ratte, and Danggeun all rushed over and embraced me.
Laughter came naturally.
Ha ha ha!
I felt the same way. Though my time with this team had been brief, the magnitude of this joy was immeasurable.
I smiled so brightly that my white teeth gleamed.
I can’t translate this as it’s not a meaningful Korean word or phrase – it’s just the consonant “ㅊ” repeated four times.
-Wow, that’s absolutely insane
tsk tsk tsk
-Pure legend material
This is seriously crazy ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-I praise you, the “NUT”
-Give me credit for watching this in first-person perspective
Guys who didn’t watch it live missed out on half their lives lol
-Is this actually possible????

* * *
When the surrender declaration came through.
King Gul and Kim Sang-hun, the caster, jumped to their feet and shouted.
“Juu~~~~~Juuuuuuuu!!!”
“We won! We actually won! France into the second era!! Joseon! Even though we didn’t get the Jikji Simche Yojeol, we’re taking the Juu Simche Yojeol!”
I can’t provide a meaningful translation for this text as it appears to be corrupted or contains nonsensical Korean characters mixed with laughter expressions (ㅋㅋㅋ). The middle portion “지지심체요절” doesn’t form coherent Korean words.
Wow, that’s hilarious.
It’s so moving I’m crying ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
Crying/Sobbing
-Is this real? Right now?
The caster, overwhelmed with emotion, gazed at the word “victory” once more and cried out.
“A battle that seemed impossible! Through move after brilliant move! Has become a real victory! I can’t believe this! France must be even more in disbelief right now!?”
King Gul nods and responds.
“Exactly! Look at Commander Frank’s face—it’s like his soul has left his body! He’s completely out of it! Meanwhile, Joseon!?”
“What about Joseon!”
“Jikji Simche Yojeol overjoyed~~! They’re thrilled! I can’t stop laughing! Ten years of pent-up frustration is all flowing out!”
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ (lol/haha)
-“K – ROFL”
I’m dying of laughter lol
At this rate, am I actually gonna get it back? ㅋㅋㅋ You’ve mentioned it so many times ㅋㅋ
How many sections does Jikji Simche have lol you’re crazy
I can’t laugh that hard lol
Cookie’s beaming smile lol
Before the afterglow of victory had completely faded, the caster heard something through the earpiece and spoke.
“Alright! Now they’re about to announce the MVP of this match! But first, let’s take a look at the highlights!”

* * *
Meanwhile, in the French spectator section.
“…Damn it all!”
Bang!
The atmosphere here had gone beyond gloomy—it was downright hostile.
“You idiots! Are you trying to get eliminated in the preliminaries again!? If you can’t beat Joseon in this group, what the hell are you doing!?”
“You bastards! Can’t a cavalry civilization beat an archer civilization!? You worthless fools are the type to lose to rocks after throwing away your shields! There’s no hope for you!”
The spectators, seemingly drunk, spewed curses relentlessly until DisWorld finally banned them.
[1 minute of silence]
Red text etched across their faces, rendering their words completely inaudible.
Yet judging by how they continued moving their mouths without pause, they were undoubtedly still cursing away. Their frustration refused to be contained.
The other spectators, exhausted from cursing, began leaving the stadium one by one.
With just a button press to disappear from this arena, there was no reason to hesitate.
[Logout]
The French spectator section gradually emptied, leaving only those four characters visible.
In contrast, the Korean spectator section remained full, singing songs in a festive atmosphere.
If you combined heaven and hell, this is probably what it would look like.
Among them, you could see two people who weren’t Korean remaining.
They weren’t French either.
“What did you make of it? Anto.”
They were Italian.
Anto, who received the question, was the commander-in-chief of the Italian team.
“France hasn’t been able to show much strength since their golden generation.”
“Yes. Building that one defensive tower early on had too great an impact. There were many other minor mistakes as well.”
“Hmm. True. The only thing they did reasonably well was picking the slave miners? The overall performance was disappointing.”
“Still, I find the strategy Joseon employed rather perplexing. In a good way.”
The other man in conversation was Toby.
He was the leader of Italy’s Sync Tank team.
In Korean terms, he held the same position as Chiseung Kim.
“Perplexing?”
Anto asked for clarification. Toby continued with his explanation.
“Yes. Joseon has clung to orthodox strategies throughout the scrimmages, and it was known that they were building up for next season rather than this one. They said they’d polish the fundamentals and make them even more solid.”
“Hmm. That’s right… certainly….”
“But Joseon is showing a completely different aspect from the scrimmages starting with this first match. Rather than being solid with orthodox play, it’s a full display of one-time unconventional strategies and tactics. Isn’t this intentional?”
Toby’s words meant that Joseon had actually prepared unconventional strategies—so-called “off-meta builds”—and conducted scrimmages while hiding them.
It sounded plausible at first, but to Anto’s ears, it was an overreaching assumption.
“The more unconventional a strategy is, the more practice it requires….”
Hiding a strategy essentially meant not being able to practice it.
Using unconventional strategies in actual competition without practice?
By Anto’s standards, that was impossible.
“From what I can see, Toby.”
“?”
“I still can’t tell if Joseon is different from the scrim or not. It could just be a strategy prepared specifically for France.”
“That’s true. France is a matchup concern, so they probably prepared something special for it.”
Toby nods, agreeing that possibility is high.
But something feels off.
Something that….
‘For that, the build seemed a bit unrefined.’
If they had truly prepared only for France, the build should have come out more polished. It should have been honed even sharper specifically for France alone.
Yet that Fast Age II build we just saw didn’t look perfectly tailored to countering France.
As if they were considering other civilizations too….
‘Well, we won’t fall for it now anyway.’
Spearmen, Fast Age II.
Since they’ve already used it, the probability of other civilizations falling for it drops significantly.
Especially Rome, having watched this match directly, will absolutely never fall for it.
That’s what Toby thought.
“Well, either way, once we see the match between Spain and Joseon, we’ll know for sure what Joseon’s strategy for this tournament is. There’s no need to prepare hastily.”
Rome and Joseon were scheduled to face each other last. There would be plenty of opportunities to learn about Joseon ahead of time.
“Anyway, that was quite a spectacle.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, by the way.”
“?”
Whoosh.
Anto hands over a screenshot he had saved.
It looked like it was taken during the match.
“This person is….”
“If Joseon bothers you as much as you say, investigate this player.”
In the photo he presented, a handsome young man with black hair was drawing his bow.
“I didn’t see him last year, and for someone like that, he seems rather unusual.”
“Understood.”
Toby nods and gazes at the scoreboard.
[Selecting MVP….]
Highlight moments from the match play as the judges cast their MVP votes.
‘Should I watch the MVP interview too?’
After a brief moment of hesitation, Toby simply leaves the stadium.

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