The American In Another World
Chapter 12: The Demihuman Liberation

Somewhere between Ejei and Gim

Baker and Nakamoto look out the window, surviving a lifetime as their humvee crosses an undeveloped path. “Bung, these things are very uncomfortable. Why are they so big? Why not use GoPro or something like that,” complained Nakamoto.

“Beats me; it may be part of a new contract. Baker adjusted his bodycam.

"Yo, I heard we were one of the few teams that got these things" the driver exclaimed.

“Oh, really? What's up with that, Vargas?” Baker asked. “Not that we will arbitrarily commit war crimes or something.”

“Uhh, I'm in a meeting with Anders' man, ambassador. I kind of made zoning for the most part, but I think they wanted us to have these body cameras because they wanted good footage. Freeing slaves and so on.”

Nakamoto crossed his arms. “Hmm, everything should be political at the moment yes..”.

“Well, come to think of it, the President may want some good things to justify the war effort. I mean, shit, we were only in this world about two months before we went to war. Again." Baker checked his gear, realizing that they were approaching the village.

The four humvees rolled past the burning village. Some unburned buildings were torn to shreds and torn to shreds as if monsters were released. Blood stained the ground, and several corpses lay in the middle of the village: all the adult males who tried to defend their families, but failed. Baker scrunched his nose as he looked at it, fed up with the blatant evil that was happening here. He formed a movement of the cross with his hands and gave a gentle prayer before sending a radio to his men. “I see some traces in front. Looks like a train wheel.”

They followed the trail for an hour, pausing intermittently to measure their surroundings. With nothing but open grassland all around, they trudged about in boredom. Eventually, the platoon was stopped by a burning fire - which had just been extinguished.

Baker placed his hand on the smoky wood. "Still warm. They must be near here. Yo Nakamoto, raise that drone.”.

"understand." He searched around in his backpack until he produced a small helicopter-like drone, piloting it with a tablet. He steered it forward and followed the trail of the new carriage on the ground. After a few minutes of travel, he saw something in the distance. “I have something! It seemed like about 20 carriages, escorted by a group of 50 horsemen. I do not know about the contents of the carriage; it could be more hostile, it could be booty or abduction demis.”

"alright. Their setup is exactly as we learned last week.Let's do this by those books. There may be civilians inside the carriage, so check your fire.”

After everyone returned to their vehicles, they ran to save the Qua Toynians. Two of the humvees swerved, doing wings so that Louria's escape path could be cut off. The other two humvees chased the convoy, setting the time of their arrival with the arrival of their allies.

Baker leaned out the window from the main humvee as they approached the rear row of the convoy, which consisted of ten knights. He carried the microphone to his mouth and spoke, "Stop!"

The knights gave some hand signals to their comrades, where the convoy slowed down and ten knights approached the strange, horseless carriage in front of them. One of them got down and walked over to the humvee. Baker opens the door to get out, but is stopped by Nakamoto.

“Bung, we really can't shoot them? No rules of war here.”

“I'm with you in that, but what if they're just a merchant convoy or something? I mean, I'm 99 comma 9 percent sure that they're the bastards who fired that village, but we have to get confirmation first.”

Nakamoto nodded. “Yes, that's understandable. Good luck."

Baker patted Nakamoto's arm and let go. "Always want to do fantasy" he said with a grin.

"I think you want to do some Japanese girls ??"

Baker chuckled, shaking his head. “Bruh, come on,” he said as he left humvee.

Directing his rifle towards the ground, he approached the only knight standing in the middle of the road, his comrades keeping a distance behind him. “I'm Corporal Baker of the United States Marine Corps! Identify yourself!”

The burly knight walked over, the sun shining on his silver armor as he moved. “I'm Knight Captain Joll Vanima of the East Lourian Conquest Army! State your business!”

After receiving confirmation of the man's identity, he prepared his rifle, subtly lifting it up. Refraining from letting his emotions cloud his judgment, he continued, “There was a village at the end of the road, where I had just come. Know anything about that?”

Joll observed the mysterious dressed man and the staff he was holding. Then he laughed arrogantly. "Ha! You must become the new ally of the Qua Toynians! 'United States Marine Corps'... Yes, I remember now. You must realize, we are the vanguard of the elite of the Lourian Kingdom. Every person under my command is a knight captain candidate, and half of them are wyvern knight candidates. I'm sorry for your decision-making skills, so I'll give you a chance to escape. After all, our client expects the delivery of slaves soon, and I can't waste time messing around with barbarians!

Baker sighed and muttered softly, "What's up with villains and monologues?"

"Hmm?" Joll asked, raising his sword and moving forward. "What was that?"

"Tell me, you're a real asshole!"

Joll and the other knights prepared their swords, but they were too slow. Even before Joll had attacked Baker, a gunshot was heard. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down, seeing blood flowing from the hole in his armor. "What in AS—?" Joll was cut off by a second bullet, piercing through his skull and instantly knocking him down.

"Dispose bastard!" Baker shouting.

Humvee shooters attacked the knights standing on the side of the convoy, while the driver went off course, causing some cavalrymen to chase after them. Baker and the other marines fought the Lourians standing in front of the carriage. In an attempt to avoid the possibility of injuring civilians, the marines retreated, setting a distance between the gunfight and the cart.

Carefully leading their shot, the marines aim slightly below the middle mass, so stray bullets are more likely to hit the ground than objects behind the target. With proper shooting skills, the attacking Lourians were eliminated one after another. Those who were still riding on his horse were killed first, his body falling and being trampled.

Realizing that the Americans had a long-range weapon that could easily shoot him out in the open, the surviving Louria retreated to the carriage. "Back!" One of them shouted.

Baker immediately clenched his hands. "Damn, we have to be careful now."

Nakamoto walked beside him. "How much more is there?"

“They've got 25, start plus reinforcements. Ten cavalry chased the humvee, and we killed eight, leaving seven plus reinforcements they might have behind.” Baker grabbed his radio. "Yo Michaels, sitrep?"

A voice replied, “Bags run, they return to the convoy. These people are idiots; most of them just charge us and we get twenty of them.

"alright. Nice work. Vargas?”

“Hmm... could be useful in helping the community... Hoffman, come back here. I left my microphone in the car. I hope this bastard will give up.

“Will be done, Sir. On the way."

Baker then gave new orders to the group that attacked the front of the convoy. “Michaels, stay on standby. I'm gonna try to get these people to give up. Don't want to fight close quarters near the carriage.”

"Understand."

Baker looked to the left, hearing the humvee stop. He opened the door of his chair, grabbed inside and grabbed a large microphone and speaker. Approaching a nearby wagon, he activated his equipment and demanded the surrender of the Lourians. “You see how easy it is for us to kill your friends! You may all be assholes, but I hope you guys aren't idiots either! Come on out, and we'll promise you safety as prisoners of war! I give it two minutes, and whoever survives will be fed to those dogs!”

“Bruh, we have no hunting dogs,” Nakamoto said.

“It's okay, stupid. Just try wetting their pants. Do I sound threatening enough?

Nakamoto shrugged his shoulders. “Beating me.”

——

Bonnakane Mortia listened to a loud voice demanding her surrender and the other survivors. Since he was the second person in Vanima, he took control of the surviving unit. He looked at his comrades while the voice spoke.

"— will be fed to hunting dogs!"

One of his men panicked, a new recruit in their elite team. "Mr Mortia, what should we do?"

He raised his hand. "We have two minutes to decide..." He closed his eyes, considering his options. He thought back to his previous engagement. The American has some sort of magical weapon that shoots fast, similar to the Parpaldian rifle he hears. Without archers under his command, they had no way to shoot each other and therefore absolutely had to engage in close combat. However, with how effective their fast fire rifles were, he had no chance to close the distance. However, the Americans also did not seem to want to go forward, and he noticed that they were firing guns carefully. He developed a cynical smile as he thought of an idea.

“Langson, pull the slaves out. We will use it as a shield.”

"My lord?"

"Do what I ask" said Mortia. “These items are inhumane impurities; don't tell me you feel sorry for them?”

“I... no, not at all, Sir!” Langson stammered.

"good. Everyone: take one demihuman and set yourself up in a circular formation. We will advance with all sides covered.”

——

"Someone walks out!"

Everyone raised their rifles, but was then surprised to see that it was a hostage. Slowly, the Lourians walked out, the hostages moaning as the sword pressed down on them.

"That damn mouse!" Baker growling. “Hold your shot...”

Laughter emanated from within the walls of the hostage shield as they trudged towards the marines, who carefully retreated. “Oh, how mighty has fallen! Your morality is your downfall, American. This was why the Kingdom of Louria was destined to become great! Through our determination, we will clear this land of.. DUNG!”.

“Sial... We don't have flashbang or anything like that?” Baker tried to figure out how to deal with the situation.

Nakamoto shook his head. "NO. If only we did, ”dia sighed. "How are we gonna handle this?"

Baker clutched his rifle, sweat running down his flushed face. "Fuck it. fuck it.. I don't know!"

Suddenly, a shout came from Lourian's group. “It's far enough! First the village, and now this? Do you have no honor ?! ” One of the Lourian knights releases his hostage and banging his sword at one of the other knights. Other knights are then faced with the option of defending their hostage shields, or releasing them to fight the threat within them. With the death of their leader, they choose the former, knowing the release of the hostages will open them up from the attack.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Baker grabbed his microphone. “You are outnumbered and your leader is dead! Surrender now!”

"Do it!" The knight from earlier shouted, pointing his sword at his comrades.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, they surrender, releasing the hostages and dropping their weapons.

"Good choice" Baker said. "All right, guys, let's get them together." He checked the status of other members in his platoon via radio, “Michaels, sitrep?”

“Lourians walk alone and give up. Lucky here. How about you guys?”

“Arabbing situation. We dealt with it, there were no casualties on our side or in civilians. We'll call some transport for these people, and maybe some medics as well. These friends look so fucked up.

“Good sir. We did a good thing today.”

Baker stopped, looking at the demihumans who were relieved and cheering in gratitude to his men. Baker smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, we did."

“It's a pity these people don't have oil for us,” Nakamoto said.

"Damn it, man, why do you always spoil the moment" Baker grinned, shaking his head.

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