Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 866

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 336
107. The Final of Finals (2)
King Gul practically springs to his feet.
“No!? Now!! The Supreme Commander!!!”
I had feared it might happen.
The Supreme Commander stepped forward himself, positioning himself before the cavalry.
There had been battle scenes featuring the Supreme Commander before, but the circumstances were entirely different now.
Back then, enemies had already broken through and we fought merely to escape….
This situation is completely different.
“Th-This is what!? Could this possibly…!?”
The Supreme Commander charges forward first, rushing in like a moth to flame.
King Gul had never witnessed such a thing even once.
And that made sense.
‘This is madness!?’
Only a madman would do such a thing.
-What is this?
-Wow
-Crazy
-Is this actually okay?
-Is that really the Supreme Commander?
-That’s some wild romance right there
-Haha amazing
Generally, such madmen never even make it past the preliminaries, let alone the finals. So there was no way one could normally witness such a scene.
‘But….’
Yet King Gul, having been a player himself, knew something.
These madmen typically can’t even enter tournaments, but the one who commits to madness ultimately claims the trophy.
For players, this was a maddening and peculiar mechanism.
King Gul, once a player himself, understood this.
And so he saw it.
‘Openings are forming.’
The gaps created by this madness.
Those cracks that should never have existed.
They were beginning to appear in Rome’s formation.
Boom!
The cavalry crashes into Rome’s flank, and the full-scale battle erupts.
Caster also jumps up in shock.
“Th-They’re breaking through!? Rome is being pierced instead!”
Remarkably, the Roman army that had shown no wavering until now begins to falter.
“No! Choi Sun-sin!! Is this intentional!?”
King Gul had figured it out—how this madness creates openings in the enemy’s formation.
“Why!? What’s happening!?”
“The Supreme Commander has appeared! Rome, which had such perfect organization, now has all their shields concentrated in that direction!”
Never dream of striking it rich overnight.
Do not seek easy success.
For you will lose it just as easily.
Words I’d always seen in common self-help books and investment guides.
When you hear them, you wonder why you can’t follow such simple advice.
But what if it became your own situation?
“No matter how disciplined Rome is! How could they resist this!?”
There exists a temptation so overwhelming that even the most trained cannot resist it.
A return so perfect that anyone could see it, and a risk so absurdly small in comparison.
“That’s right! If we just kill that person! The game ends!?”
If we charge now and kill the Supreme Commander, everything ends.
Even if we throw everything away and charge, if we can kill the Supreme Commander, it doesn’t matter.
No, from the beginning, all of this exists for the purpose of killing the Supreme Commander.
This is simply what this game is.
Therefore, even the most highly trained elite Rome players throw everything away and charge forward.
No, rather, it is precisely because they are such players that they make this decision.
They understand the true nature of this game far too well.
And so the chain of command becomes meaningless, formations crumble, and unit roles are forgotten.
All of it exists for this very moment, after all.
The Roman army charges toward a single point.
“It’s not that we broke Rome’s shield wall!!”
King Gul cries out.
I wanted to convey this miracle unfolding before us to the viewers, even if just in a single phrase.
“We shattered their spirit! We destroyed the very concept of their army aaaaaa!”
The reason an army can be an army.
People commonly say it’s because they move toward the same objective.
That’s only half the answer.
They move as a single system.
What is a system?
It is multiple strategies devised for one purpose, with gears suited to those strategies each doing their work and meshing together in motion.
The system doesn’t function well simply because everyone runs toward the same objective.
A company cannot succeed just because everyone rushes into management.
Not every soccer player charges toward the opponent’s goal to score.
If they did, the team would collapse instead.
Just like now.
The Roman army crumbles, with every soldier targeting only the Supreme Commander.
Craaaaaack…!
“The, the shield wall!”
“The shield wall has collapsed right now! Completely! So the original Joseon Infantry can actually do something!?”
The Joseon Inspection Unit, which had only been pushed back on the front lines.
Mok-i, who stood at the head of their ranks, burst forward.
“Charge in!!”
Crash!
Four Roman soldiers crumbled in succession.
“Waaaaahhhhh!!”
The roar of the audience thundered across the arena.
“Right now, everyone—every single one of them! They’re all targeting the Supreme Commander! Daisunsin Choi! They won’t die! They refuse to die!”
“What extraordinary combat prowess! We saw it in the Japan match too! This person is insane!”
If only one person fell, all of this would achieve its meaning.
The Supreme Commander.
Yet that Supreme Commander refused to fall.
She still advanced ferociously at the very front, swinging her blade with relentless momentum.
“W-Further than this!? Are we pushing forward even more!?”
“Shouldn’t we be falling back now!?”
Once momentum ignites, it rarely extinguishes easily.
No—it must not.
Just as the previously intact Roman forces had been shaken violently, this current surge could collapse into cold reality in an instant.
That is why we do not stop.
There was never such a choice to begin with.
The moment I stepped onto this battlefield, there was no retreat.
‘Until the very end…!’
She intends to see this through to the bitter end.
‘Until that signal… arrives!’
Until that signal comes.

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“Gasp… huff…”
Almond and Ratte were running.
“Why… why is there no command?”
Ratte was anxious.
No orders had come since earlier.
“Isn’t this the most critical moment right now!?”
Even if it was just the two of them, there couldn’t be anything more important than this battlefield.
Yet no command came.
Daisunsin Choi would never make such a mistake.
So I could quickly deduce what was happening.
“We… we need to hurry more.”
An elimination phase.
In the midst of it, something had happened to the Commander.
Of course, he had charged into danger of his own volition, but in Ratte’s mind, the Commander was being pursued by enemies right now.
We had to move faster.
They sprinted at full speed toward the main hall.
In the midst of this, Almond muttered.
“They’re coming.”
The enemies had spotted them.
The Roman forces began to rush out.
They would want to fight as far from the main hall as possible.
But not Ratte and Almond.
Despite being archers, they wanted to fight as close to the main hall as possible.
“Run!”
“Yes!”
So paradoxically, they charged forward.
A low growl.
Without hesitation, they ran forward while drawing their bowstrings taut.
Almond’s eyes rapidly assessed the battlefield situation.
‘About eight of them…’
Many targets, but only two archers.
Twang!
Still, the arrows flew.
The Roman soldiers raised their shields.
Clang!!
Ratte’s arrow was blocked.
In that gap, Almond’s arrow curved sideways and pierced through.
Whoosh!
White light scattered from the arrow lodged in the gap of the neck.
‘Hana.’
Seven remained.
The enemies continued rushing forward.
Almond and Ratte charged ahead as well.
Almond drew back the bowstring.
Arrows flew forth in rapid succession.
Thwack!
An arrow lodged itself in the head of an armored soldier.
Yet he merely staggered for a moment before rising and continuing his charge.
‘There’s no time to focus.’
Even a direct shot to the head wouldn’t kill an armored soldier easily. I needed to channel the power of the Focus Faction as well.
In this urgent moment, I had no capacity to gather that concentration.
‘What do I do.’
I didn’t know the situation at Joseon’s main camp.
How much ground they were losing.
The fact that no commander’s orders had come down could only mean the worst possible scenario.
‘I’ll engage.’
The enemies’ massive maces drew ever closer.
Almond decided to close the distance instead.
I had to push forward and find a way.
Retreating like this would accomplish nothing.
Yet their obstacles were not limited to armored soldiers alone.
“Ratte! Above!”
──Snap!
A crossbowman atop the defensive tower took aim.
We were now within the tower’s range.
Ratte threw himself aside, attempting to dodge the bolt.
“?”
Boom!
Before that, white light scattered across the crossbowman’s head.
It was Almond’s arrow.
“Wow, woah!”
Ratte gasped in admiration.
But now the armored soldiers’ maces were right before us.
Clang.
The sharp, piercing sound of steel armor rang out.
“H-hey, hyung, what do we do!? These armored soldiers are really impossible…! Should we find another route!?”
Ratte asked while running.
“Just push through!”
“Yes!?”
“Just push through!”
“B-But how!?”
“They’re militia!”
“Wha—!?”
Ratte’s screams echoed, but Almond’s ears didn’t register them.
“Die!”
Whoooosh!
A mace tore through the air violently, right before his eyes.
‘If I dodge this…’
Swish.
Almond drew an arrow, arching his back like a limbo dancer while folding his legs beneath him.
──Scriiitch!
His knees scraped against the dirt as he slipped beneath the armored soldier’s arm.
The mace cleaved only empty air.
‘The opening is here.’
Instead, Almond drew his bowstring upward.
Creak…!
An arrow nocked while nearly horizontal.
Two arrows on a single string, no less.
“Tch—”
The armored soldier looked down with a curse, but it was already too late.
──Thwack!
The armored soldier’s consciousness scattered as he staggered.
Two arrows embedded in his jaw.
The armored soldier never realized it.
That closing to close range created a fatal weakness—becoming far too easy a target for multiple arrows.
Thud…!
The armored soldier collapsed behind Almond.
‘Got it.’
Almond sprang back to his feet immediately.
His eyes gleamed with newfound understanding.
He pivoted toward his right.
Another soldier swung a mace at him from that direction. Almond moved even closer instead.
‘There was a weakness.’
Just before that mace could reach Almond.
Thwack!
Three arrows struck his abdomen simultaneously.
“!”
Thud…!
He too fell, and Almond vaulted over the corpse, turning to face what came next.
There was a Soldier targeting Almond from behind.
He too swung his mace in a wide arc.
It only swept through the space where Almond’s head had been.
Three arrows struck his heart in rapid succession, and the Soldier collapsed instantly.
Thud!
Three Armored Soldiers had fallen in mere moments.
‘What?’
‘How is this happening?’
The remaining ones stared in disbelief.
Armored Soldiers were considered nearly invincible against ranged attacks.
Yet three of them had fallen in close quarters to an Archer in an instant.
‘Their weakness is when they attack.’
Armored Soldiers moved with exaggerated motions.
The moment they exposed their weakness was when they attempted to strike.
When attacking, their shield must move opposite to their mace, exposing their core body in the process.
The mace was slow compared to the militia’s speed—even at close range, with focus, it was 100% avoidable.
So the strategy was simple: get close, evade the attack, and drive your arrows into the opening.
And so Rome’s forces fell in an instant.
Only three remained.
As for Joseon?
‘Two, I think?’
I glanced to my side.
A roar erupted from beside me.
“Grraaahhh!”
Ratedda.
He appeared, tumbling and crashing through.
He had broken through.
Behind him lay one fallen Armored Soldier.
‘Two losses for them.’
Now it was 2 versus 3.
From a severe numerical disadvantage to near parity in moments.
But the remaining Rome forces no longer charged forward.
Instead, they retreated further back.
“Do not engage. We defend from behind.”
The tall spear-wielder at the very front seemed to be giving that order.
[Pierre]
As expected, the final gatekeeper was Pierre.
His objective from the start had been to defend this multi-lane.
He intended to fall back inside the hall and hold the position.
The space inside was too cramped to fire arrows freely, yet shields could seal off every passage—a tactical advantage.
We must prevent them from entering the hall at all costs.
“Brother. If we advance one more step from here, we’ll be at the hall’s firing range….”
Yet I couldn’t simply charge in after them either.
While evading the hall’s arrows, I had to block them from entering inside.
From the militia’s perspective, this was the worst possible scenario.
“Okay.”
But Almond’s lips curved upward instead.
His hand reached toward the bamboo tube hanging at his waist—a quiver for holding and firing pellet arrows.
‘These tin cans… retreating from an archer?’
I intended to remind them what they’d forgotten.

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