Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 863

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 333
106. Fire (4)
“C-Cavalry!?”
After Joseon’s cavalry ambush failed, a full-scale frontal engagement unfolded.
Rome in direct combat.
Joseon had never won against this formation.
Why had we ended up in this situation again, and how could we have avoided it?
Such thoughts plagued every soldier.
Rome’s organizational prowess, the massive iron shields advancing like Mount Tai itself.
Sensing this disparity in strength viscerally, everyone hesitated.
Yet—
“Don’t fall back!”
Maratang drew Waldo and charged forward.
Crash!
He swung at the shield, then drove his blade through the momentary gap as it wavered.
Squelch!
“Ugh!”
One shield from the massive wall of shields toppled backward.
The formation gaped like a missing tooth.
“How long will you avoid direct combat! Just…”
He spun Waldo and slashed sideways.
Slash!
“…break through!”
The Roman Soldier beside him faltered.
The attack order came in response.
[Attack]
The soldiers surged forward in unison.
“Push through!”
“Charge!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Then it happened.
Rome’s command came down as well.
[Spears]
Whoosh!
Long spears thrust through the gaps in the shields.
“!”
Squelch!
The Swordsman leading the charge was pierced. Maratang was also stabbed in the ribs and fell.
Crash!
The soldiers charging behind suffered the same fate.
It was a devastating full-scale confrontation.
‘What’s happening?’
Coffee, the assistant commander watching from a distance.
He was bewildered.
‘Wasn’t this supposed to be the most critical battle?’
The enemy’s main force had pushed right up to the gates of the base.
‘Why aren’t there any orders?’
Yet the frequency of commands was noticeably declining.
Given Daisunsin Choi’s style, whenever command frequency dropped, the soldiers’ organizational cohesion would crumble alongside it.
‘Where is she looking?’
It was certain.
She was watching somewhere else.

* * *
Ting!
[Move]
Five archers charged simultaneously toward Rome’s main base.
Rome’s forces weren’t particularly visible.
However, Rome’s main base structure, the ‘Assembly Hall,’ possessed its own defensive capabilities.
Even with just workers inside, it could unleash countless arrows.
While the damage from each arrow wasn’t particularly high, the sheer volume was considerable.
“A-are they just charging in like this!?”
The commentators couldn’t help but be shocked.
Five archers charging straight into the main base structure. The reason being they were in ‘militia’ status.
“The Rome Assembly Hall’s arrows deal low damage! But the volume coming at them is insane!? But the problem is!”
“They’re militia, so they die from anything!!”
For those who died from even a scratch, having countless arrows rain down was the absolute worst scenario.
For them, charging into the Rome Assembly Hall was as difficult as fighting a warship equipped with countless cannons.
“Entering firing range!”
“Scatter formation!?”
[Move]
[Move]
[Move]
.
.
.
Movement commands were issued to each archer as they dispersed.
And then—
“Ratte takes the lead!”
“Huh!?”
──Rat-a-tat-tat!
Ratte bursts forward at the very front.
The enemy’s arrows are AI-controlled.
At least until Anto takes direct control of this position.
“Exactly! We offer one person as bait first!”
Whoooosh!
Countless arrows begin raining down.
Arrows scatter across a wide area.
Escaping outside this barrage to dodge was simply impossible.
They had to evade within it.
Ratte grits his teeth, watching the incoming arrows.
Then he leaps with an bizarre posture.
“Ugh, hnngh!”
Thud-thud-thud…!
Every arrow embeds itself into the ground.
-lmaooooo
-is this a circus or what lol
-hahahaha
-this actually works?
“Th-this!? This actually works!?”
“The other archers are moving in the meantime! Almost in a straight line!!”
The arrows continued targeting Ratte, while the remaining four sprinted in nearly a straight line despite being within the plaza’s range.
Thanks to the militia’s speed, they moved at a pace comparable to light cavalry.
“Their current speed is almost equivalent to Japan’s special unit Ninja!?”
“We should consider them Joseon Ninja! Their mission is nearly identical right now!”
“If they succeed at this! We have to say Joseon just wins outright─”
That was when it happened.
“!”
──Whoooosh!
The targeting suddenly shifted.
Arrows scatter in all directions.
Not just toward Ratte, but toward the other four as well.
“Wh-what!?”
Splurt!
“Ugh…!”
Spam is dead.
That’s not all.
Whoooosh!
Arrows begin firing faster and faster, more and more relentlessly.
“Anto is taking direct control again right now, isn’t he!?”
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
-That’s terrifying
-Ahhh
-What
ㅠㅠ (crying face/emoticon expressing sadness or distress)
-This is insane
-They’re like flies
Following Spam, Pangeo and Danggeun also fell.
They died so easily it was almost anticlimactic.
The commentators didn’t even have time to say anything more.
“Ah….”
There was still more distance to the main base.
“I-If the arrow concentration gets even higher like this! It’ll be harder to dodge!”
“Almond! Ratte! Can these two keep dodging and make it through!?”
The distance was approximately 100 meters.
It wasn’t that far.
If they dodged the barrage of arrows even once properly, they could reach it.

* * *
Whoooosh!
Now arrows are fired from the watchtower targeting only those two.
[Threat]
[Threat]
.
.
.
Threat indicators begin appearing on the arrows.
Now that it’s no longer AI firing, Daisunsin Choi is personally involved.
If Anto is the one shooting, there could be tricks involved.
He might deliberately lure them in one direction and pre-scatter arrows there.
‘Dodge… dodge. Dodge. Dodge!’
Ratte’s eyes gleam as he leaps into another bizarre pose.
“Hrrgh!”
Thud thud thud!
Arrows slip through the gaps between Ratte’s arms and legs.
Like sand flowing between his fingers, he escapes once more.
‘What about Almond?’
Ratte searches for Almond.
Then─
“──Kyaaaaaaaaaaa!”
As the audience roared, I burst through the barrage of arrows.
“!”
Our eyes meet.
We both realize we’re the only ones who survived.
“Get inside!”
“Yes, yes!”
Ratte dashes up the guild hall stairs first.
‘I need to go in first.’
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.
At that moment, arrows from the guild hall rain down on him as if in desperation.
The distance is close, and the arrows are concentrated, but Ratte throws everything on the line and hurls himself forward without hesitation.
It was instinctive play.
I can’t stop running here even once. There’s no dodging.
‘As long as I get Almond inside!’
And even if I get hit, once the aggro shifts, at least one of us makes it through.
“Hraaaaah!”
Crash!
The door opens and Ratte tumbles into the corridor in an almost rolling motion.
“Huff… huff….”
He regains his senses and springs to his feet.
“Wow. I’m alive.”
I was alive.
The one who always secured the first kill, and here at the most critical moment of this game, I’m still breathing.
But I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.
If I die here now, I’m truly a traitor.
Crash.
Almond tumbles through the door behind me.
“Oh! Brother!”
“Phew….”
Without thinking, my gaze drifts to Almond’s right arm.
It was trembling faintly.
‘…We don’t have time. In many ways.’
I don’t mention it and turn to take the lead.
“Anto. Let me see your face!”
Despite my loud proclamation, I approach slowly and cautiously. I have no idea who else might be hiding here.
I draw an arrow and carefully advance step by step.
But then─
“Wait, wait brother!? If you die first, it’s all over!”
Thud, thud.
Almond simply walked straight in.
“Ah, wait, what?”
Strangely, there was no resistance whatsoever.
Was this the DNA of a madman?
How could he walk in so calmly like that?
As if saying, ‘I’ll kill him when he comes out—why bother crawling after him now?’
Almond headed straight for the Supreme Commander’s chamber.
Creak.
And he simply opened the door.
“!”

* * *
“Joseon!! Ratte! Almond! They’ve entered!?”
“Waaaaaahhhhh!!”
An enormous roar erupted through the audience.
It couldn’t be helped.
The game was essentially over.
“In soccer terms, this would be past the penalty box! They’ve even bypassed the goalkeeper!?”
-For real
-But what if a long ball comes out of nowhere?
-Damn
-Seriously, do they win? Do they take the championship???
-Insane, they actually got in
“No!! Joseon!!!”
King Gul was extremely excited.
His face had turned bright red.
It was understandable.
“This… if they win this, it’s the championship! Joseon!!”
Now that they’ve bypassed even the goalkeeper.
This goal is the golden goal.
The goal that secures the championship.
“Now, we’re also showing the main Joseon forces’ situation!”
The screen split in half.
The scene of Almond and Ratte entering, the scene of Joseon’s main forces holding back the Roman army.
“The main forces are being pushed hard right now!?”
Joseon should have had the advantage in defense.
But here, they were unexpectedly being pushed back by Rome.
It wasn’t just being pushed back.
“Wait, Rome’s troop losses are almost nothing! How is this possible!?”
Among Rome’s initial forces, there were almost no casualties, and instead, more troops continued pouring out from the barracks and blacksmith they had built along the way.
“The Priest! The shields! The organization! Rome has it all perfectly assembled! They’re practically Protoss! Aliens!”
-What
-Alien civilization lol
-Can Joseon even win this?
-Joseon should’ve just gone all-in on expansion too;
“All the workers at the main base are extinct! But the expansions have been running smoothly from way earlier!! This is…!?”
“Joseon, on the other hand, had just barely finished building their expansion! The timing right now was absolutely perfect!”
The Roman forces had even pushed into Joseon’s palace courtyard.
Joseon was mounting a desperate defense, positioning archers on the palace and several hastily constructed defensive towers.
They’d managed to push the front line back slightly with their volleys.
But volleys couldn’t kill armored soldiers in a single shot.
Once the Priest positioned himself in the rear and began healing, the front line recovered instantly.
Joseon’s other trump card—the militia—proved useless in defensive warfare.
“The volleys! The militia! Both are becoming meaningless in this battle!”
“Yes. The archers tried using the militia to circle around and shoot from behind…! Ahhhhh!”
Thud thud thud.
The archers using the militia collapsed in mere moments from a few spear throws.
“This isn’t something just anyone can pull off!”
“This faction was always like this! It’s way too dangerous in defensive situations!”
Neither of these factions was suited for defensive warfare to begin with.
“Ah…! This match! The troop composition! The timing! The resource management strategy! This is where Anto’s true terror shines through! Normally, Anto should take this match! If there were a god in Civil Empire! Anto would rightfully win! That’s the level of his operational skill but——!”
The god of Civil Empire was not impartial.
Just as the god of reality is not.
“Daisunsin Choi says it! I am also a god! Yi Sun-sin!!!”
On the left screen, Almond suddenly walks forward and opens the final gate.
“This game is about killing the Supreme Commander aaaaaaaaaaa!”
Crrrunch——!
“!”
In that moment, everyone froze.
The expressions on the faces of the audience from both sides were identical.
King Gul, who had been screaming at the top of his lungs with his face completely flushed, suddenly mumbles while drooling.
“…Gone?”

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