Steel Empire
It's Not Hunting If You're Realizing It

Over the next few days, Berengar had made preparations for a hunting trip. While also working on many other tasks, he currently manages micro. As usual, everything went smoothly, but he was unable to increase productivity until the irrigation pipes were fully installed and the mine was working at full capacity. So, it was just a basic administrative operation that he was forced to supervise every day, which began to impact Berengar, who was in dire need of an escape. He was really looking forward to the hunting trip, as he would enjoy the fresh air of the mountains and take care of some pesky gnats conspiring against him.

On the day they were about to leave the Castle, Berengar stopped by Ludwig's shop to pick up his rifle, which should have been ready by then. As he walked past the old dusty door in Ludwig's hut which is now used as office space for the burgeoning industrial estate, he saw the old man cleaning the barrel of the rifle before a wide smile splashed on his lips.

"So you like my new design, huh?"

Ludwig quickly caught his attention when he heard the voice of the Young Master calling out to him.

"My master, this is brilliant; who knew that by cutting the groove into the barrel, you could stabilize the flight of the lead ball in the air, thus achieving a greater degree of accuracy?"

It was a rhetorical question; of course, there was only one mind in this world capable of thinking such a thing, and that was Berengar's mind. Ludwig politely handed the rifle over to Berengar where he inspected it carefully. When she saw the evidence mark on the barrel indicating that it had been tested properly, a smile appeared on her graceful face.

"Ludwig, you're an artist!"

Berengar said as he looked up and praised the old man. Currently, he had made hundreds of firearms used to equip the militia, yet this was the first rifle that the man had made, and it was a masterpiece.

The rifle was fitted with a .58 caliber and fired mini-ball projectiles, lead bullets that were much more effective than the tin balls currently used by its militia. The mini ball is specially matched with rifling so that it is more stable in its flight. Thus providing a more effective range than traditional lead balls. With the incredible barrel length of the long gun, matched with superior minie balls, the, it felt as if the range of practical accuracy on this rifle was greater than the 1861 Springfield Rifle used by Union forces in the American Civil War in his previous life. . After holding onto Ludwig's shoulder, Berengar thanked him for his service.

"You don't know how much this means to me, my friend."

Ludwig let go of Berengar's hand and remained humble

"I just do what I'm supposed to. Be sure to use this thing properly on your hunting trip, my lord. It would be a pity if you failed to kill anything with such a beautiful weapon."

Berengar smiled at Ludwig and said goodbye to his friend; it would be a few days before returning.

"I'll be gone for the next few days; be sure to keep an eye on things around here when I'm gone."

Ludwig chuckled as he parted ways with his friend while convincing him of his competence.

"You have nothing to fear, my lord; everything will go smoothly by the time you return."

Afterwards, Berengar set out from the store with a rifle in hand and a belt containing a bayonet and cartridge cases for his paper cartridges. Today she wears clothes with worldly colors, mostly green and brown, so she can blend in with the environment better. He did not want the assassins who would be waiting for him in the mountains to see him before he did. With Linde's warning, he could now successfully stalk the assassins and bring them out from hundreds of meters away. The hunted have become hunters.

Speaking of Linde as she left the shop and turned the corner of the village, a pair of tiny hands stretched out and grabbed her waist, as she felt the familiar tenderness of pay*d*ra heavenly Linde clinging to her back. When she turned to face him, she could see the tears in her eyes as she said good luck

"Stay safe out there, I don't think I can live without you..."

"I know that"

that was all the young master said as he walked away from his lover with confident strides; swinging the rifle on his back as he did so.

Berengar finally regrouped with his father and a small number of men to accompany them. Their journey will be long, and therefore they need people to bring supplies with them. Berengar discovered that he had attached a rifle to his shoulder; a leather sling was attached to the point of a steel sash hanging under the gun stock. After miles of hiking, Berengar thanked anyone who came up with such an idea in his previous life. It made the long journey much more bearable, and today he had climbed many miles into the mountains.

The sun was already setting, and because of that, Berengar's servants had set up camp for them. They eventually reach a wooded part of the mountains, his father's favorite hunting ground. It had been a long time since Sieghard had last been here, and he took a moment to enjoy the scenery before giving the wine bag to his son who was currently carrying his rifle like a newborn baby.

"Drink; it's not a hunt if you're really conscious."

Although Berengar wanted to stay sober because he knew there was a cowardly plan to end his life nearby, he could not reject his father well. So he took a sip from the wine bag and wiped his lips with his sleeves before returning it to his father.

Sieghard could not understand his son's fascination with hand cannons; it was not a proper tool for hunting. However the young man had taken out a hand cannon that was larger than the one before. He began to wonder what was so special about his design. Nevertheless, he would not punish the child for liking the weapon; he only wished his heir as well as his second son with the sword.

Berengar, on the other hand, was thinking about the information Linde had reported to him the night before. Lambert's killer had to camp out beyond hearing range to hear the sound of his rifle. That worked perfectly for Berengar since he had decided that he would launch a night attack; seeing how the full moon came out, there was plenty of illumination for him to choose his target, especially if they are standing near a fire. When his father finally fell asleep, Berengar would take a high place and shoot his enemy from above. After he got rid of them, he would look for evidence among their bodies that could be used against his enemies.

Because of this, Berengar spent a lot of time getting his father drunk. It was only after the man could barely stand that Berengar took him back to his tent and slipped the old drunk. After leaving his father's tent, Berengar sneaks around the camp and picks up the rifle where he fled into the night. Along the way, he smeared mud on his hair and on his face and hands to better blend in with the darkness. It was quite a journey to the position where he wanted to take control; however, before he arrived at the outcrop, Berengar suddenly met someone he did not expect.

One of the assassins had left the camp to leak out, and when Berengar sneaked through the area, the two faced each other. Although the man was unable to tell Berengar's identity, it was not a good idea to allow a witness to their location to stay. Therefore, the man instantly grabbed his sword and swung it from its sheath as he attacked Berengar in the middle of the night. Berengar had to step aside as he struggled to repair his bayonet. The damn gun hasn't even been loaded, nor has the bayonet been attached. Therefore, he chose to hide behind a tree while attaching a knife to his rifle.

The man was just about to shout for help from his comrades when he walked near the tree hiding behind Berengar and saw a giant steel nail go into his neck. Instantly feeling the sharp pain from the bayonet stuck in his throat, the man began to gargle with his own blood as he stared at Berengar in disbelief; since when did this person have a spear? Berengar took out a bayonet from the man's throat and wiped it on his asshole.

It's been a while since Berengar last killed someone. He served as an engineer officer in the United States Army in his previous life, but he found himself engaged in combat more than once. He even managed to kill a Taliban militant when he came under fire from their attack. Therefore, she was not a virgin in terms of taking lives. After making sure the people in the camp were not alert, Berengar sneaked into a position above the campfire where he saw three more assassins sitting in front of the fire and drinking.

After getting his target, Berengar took out a paper cartridge and bit the top before pouring the contents into his muzzle and packing it with a ramrod. After the round was properly placed, he pulled back the hammer containing the flint and set his gaze down, which landed on the member of the largest group, who appeared to be wearing brigandine armor. The man wholeheartedly downed a bottle of wine completely unaware that he was in the sight of a sniper. Berengar took a deep breath as he set his sights on his target and calmly pressed the trigger. The explosive thunder that pushed the mini ball projectiles filled the air; having never heard such a sound before, these gunmen who turned into assassins thought that the rain was starting to fall. After all, they were young beginners who wanted to prove themselves in a count;

One of the assassins looked back at the man who had a large hole in his brigandine chest protector in shock, blood spurting from the collapsed hole in the man's chest as he immediately fainted, blood spewing out, the others had no idea what had just happened, but they they they started to panic.

As they panicked about the loss of their friend, a second thunder exploded; this time, the head of one of the assassins exploded. The latter victim immediately hid behind one of the chests lying around the camp; it became apparent after a second chance that they were attacked by an unknown enemy and weapon. Unfortunately for the young assassin, he chose poorly in terms of protection. After half, about a minute had passed, a.58 caliber snail pierced through the wooden crate, and its contents pierced through the man's legs, practically shattering his femur in half. She will bleed out soon after from the damaged femoral artery.

Just like that, Berengar had claimed the lives of four assassins sent to pursue him. After sending the men into the afterlife, Berengar rushed down to the camp below and explored it in search of evidence that could be used against Lambert or Lothar. Fortunately he found a letter containing details of Berengar and Sieghard's hunting trip. Including the general location where Sieghard always set up his camp. It was signed by Lambert and in his handwriting. Berengar almost burst into laughter after receiving this letter; he finally had key evidence where he could start building a case against Lambert's assassination attempt.

Throughout the rest of the night, Berengar used his time wisely and removed the signs that led to his bloody deeds. He did not want Count's men to sniff around and find out that he personally sent his men to hell. After everything was buried or burned to ashes, Berengar had left the area and returned to the night of his own camp. As if God was looking for her, the sky began to cry that night and cleared the remaining signs of battle. After a secret investigation, the Count then assumed that the men had abandoned their duties and fled Tyrol. He would then give a reward to their heads, which no one could claim.

For the rest of the night, Berengar slept like a baby. He did not think twice about killing those who were sent to kill him. Even a hint of guilt could not infect his pure consciousness or lack as he enjoyed the sound of heavy rain outside his warm tent, which slowly helped him to fall asleep. His last thought of the night was just "This damn hunting trip; otherwise I could play with Linde right now..."