I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]!

was a slope leading to the walls of Casemaian.

For the kingdom’s army, we are still a small force.
If they can send even a single soldier there and disrupt the battle line from the rear, they think they still have a chance to win.

But they don’t understand.
Why haven’t they heard from the distraction force that was supposed to have bypassed the plains and come around the north side of Casemaian from the Dark Forest before the war started? Maybe the soldiers on the front lines haven’t even been told about the separate force…

“Yoshua, let’s use napalm on the enemy soldiers in the canyon!”

“Copy that.
All hands prepare for impact! Myrril, hand signals to the machine guns!”

“Roger that.”

There are several people who I taught to use hand signals as a means of communication between the machine gun emplacements and the city walls, but Myrril is the fastest and most reliable.
Her movements were fast, concise, and without hesitation.

“Yoshua! Machine gun emplacement responding, ready!”

“Ready! On my count of three… two… one.”

There is a momentary pause in the sound of gunfire from the machine gun emplacement as the bombs drop.

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A group of cavalry and infantry took advantage of the opportunity and ran further into the canyon.
It seems that it was the hero who was at the end of the line.

Without knowing the consequences of doing so.

“Drop! Drop! Drop!”

At the top of the canyon, the beastman and dwarves who had been standing at intervals facing down from the cliffs threw down homemade bombs at my signal.
The bombs were not the remote-controlled explosive type that was used at the beginning of the war, but a type that was set to detonate on impact from the fall.
It was large in size, with tanks of various shapes attached to it.
I don’t know the composition or source of the chemical, but I’ve seen what it looks like.

Of course, not in real life, but as a scene from an online video or movie.

“Yeah, evade, evade, evade!”

After a short pause, a tremendous expansion sound echoed through the air.
The flame that spread throughout the narrow canyon lost its way and erupted on the cliff.

The flames and heat that erupted from the cliff’s edge caused the beastman to stop firing their weapons and gasp in fear.
The dwarves and elves are not perturbed, but their faces are frozen in stunned silence.

“…Ohhh…”

“We’re in the middle of a battle; stay sharp! I will check the results! Everyone take care of the remaining enemies!”

“”…Y-yeah.””

There is no point in wasting manpower in a situation where the battle is still going on.
I’m the best person to deal with it in case of an emergency.
I know that.
It’s something I’ve come up with myself.

Nevertheless, I had to be somewhat prepared to see the devastation.
I didn’t hear any screams, but the foul smell of burning flesh wafted up to the top of the cliff.

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The charred remains of the soldiers were lying at the bottom of the cliff in what is called the “boxer’s position.” If Casemaian is to be reconstructed after the war, all the bodies of the kingdom’s soldiers (and horses) lying around must be collected and buried or thrown away somewhere.

I think I’m the only one who can do that, and I think it’s something I should do.

Just the thought of storing tens of thousands of dead enemy bodies in storage… not even in their original condition is enough to make me feel heavy in the pit of my stomach.

As I moved around, I saw that there were a few soldiers who had escaped instant death and were screaming and groaning.
It was just a matter of time.
With severe burns all over their bodies and not being able to move much, they would soon go quiet.

Surely, I’ll go to hell.
Even an atheist can see that.
The person who orchestrated such a mass murder will not die well.
It was my own choice.
I have no regrets now.

“Ah… ah, ah… ah!”

There was only one person struggling and moving at the entrance of the canyon.

It was the hero.
I felt a psychological shock as he stood up slowly, but he didn’t seem to have suffered much damage physically, perhaps because of the magic barrier or some kind of blessing.

He must have entered the canyon at the tail end and was blown away by the blast and survived as a result.

I don’t know if that’s fortunate or not.

The hero finally stood up and let out a muffled scream.
He stood there, his voice trembling as if he was crying, stiffened by the sight of the burnt bodies of his own soldiers stacked up in the canyon.

Eventually, he felt my eyes on him and slowly looked up at me.
We stared at each other in silence for a while.
Up and down the cliff, 120 meters apart.
It was a long way for us to see eye to eye, but I could see it.
It felt like a distance I could reach, a distance I could feel.
There was no anger, hatred, fear, or anything else in the eyes of the hero.
It didn’t even look like he recognized me.

The hero’s eyes were dead.