"Bang!"

With a dizzy feeling of weightlessness, the body collided back and forth in the narrow space, and then it fell heavily to the ground.

A creature who was called "ta" for the time being groaned and was forcibly awakened from the coma by the pain from all over the body.

He opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, but it was a hazy dimness. He could only hear roars from far or near outside the dim, angrily shouting and metal collision sounds, as if a large group of people were fighting each other nearby.

After a moment of confusion, he tried to move his body and grop around.

But I found myself locked in a wooden cage with a narrow space, only enough to be crouched and half-squatted, and there was a layer of very tough and thick cloth covering the outside.

Fortunately, in the fabric, I don’t know whether it was the wear caused by the previous collision or the breathable holes that were reserved, so that several beams of light as thick as a thumb penetrated in.

Use your fingers to poke the breather as big as possible, and "ta" put your eyes on the hole in the cloth and look out.

Not far away, a carriage was shattered as if it was hit by a rhino head-on, and there were scattered wreckage splashing around it.

A man with red-brown curly hair and a particularly burly and stubborn figure waved a blood-stained arc-blade sword in his hand.

Wearing a simple half-body leather armor with only a key part and inlaid with rough iron sheets, he was fighting against a group of enemies with a similar style to him, dressing clearly with sailor style.

Looking around, the ancient streets are lined with low stone buildings, full of messy vendors and pedestrians, the flowing sewage everywhere, garbage and human and animal manure everywhere, emitting a rotten stench that is smoky and stinky.

During the riot caused by the melee between the two gangs, the crowd who were afraid of being affected were fleeing in horror and screaming. Regardless of the various stalls that were knocked over, the fishing catches emitting a strong smell of sea were scattered all over the ground.

It looks like a harbor market near the sea.

Looking from the low stone building roof, you can still see the dense masts rising and falling slightly in the distance.

【Why am I locked in a cage?】

"Ta" whose mind was in chaos shook her head hard, but was surprised to find that she had no memories of the previous ones before she woke up!

The seaside port market in the unknown place, with relatively primitive and simple architectural style, waving crude weapons and roaring at the crowd fighting each other in unknown languages. Everything makes "ta" feel extremely awkward... What's going on with this strong medieval style?

【Is this time traveling?】

He couldn't help but feel frightened: [Did Tama lose his memory?]

“Strange!”

“It’s better to have a hot spot!”

"You are the first one to have a mother-in-law!"

The burly and strong man outside used a strange tone and made him inexplicably familiar language, and he shouted a few words.

The besieged sailors had few people but were strong, and their equipment was obviously more sophisticated and well-equipped, but instead suppressed the burly and strong men who were several times more powerful than them.

But although his burly and strong companions looked poor, they were particularly fearless.

Some people even give up their lives to entangle the enemy when they are injured and dying, so as to create opportunities for their companions to kill each other, and use their own numerical advantages to drag down the sailors who are obviously stronger than their combat power.

[Did these people come to save me?]

[And those sailors were the ones who kept me in a cage?]

A picture of a dark and dull and fishy cabin in the bottom of the sea boat vaguely appeared in my mind.

"Ta", who roughly analyzed the current situation, shook his head hard, but could not squeeze out more memories from the blank mind, so he could only continue to look out.

The fighters who came to save "ta" showed extremely fierce fighting styles, and they did not have any sadness, anger or hatred when facing the death of their companions.

Even those soldiers who took the initiative to sacrifice themselves did not feel fear or despair before they died. They even had a bright smile on their faces and blood foam splattered in their mouths and were teasing each other with their companions.

There was no wailing, no crying, no dying struggle, as if he had just completed the task he was responsible for, he handed over the next work to other companions, and then he died with a calm smile.

And their companions seemed to take all this for granted, and they attacked the enemy more violently without regard to their companions' death and the remaining corpses.

Before dying, a soldier clutched the enemy's body with both hands, making his body a burden to the other party as much as possible, and doing his best to create advantages for his companions after death.

This indifferent attitude of extreme indifference to life, whether it is the life of the enemy or the one's own life.

It can easily cause people a strong sense of fear. No one is willing to fight against such dead soldiers who are not afraid of death or even take the initiative to seek death, even if the other party is very weak.

So after killing one-third of the sailors and only less than half of the burly and strong man left, the sailors who were more dominant in terms of strength and excellent equipment collapsed first.

Even though it had already come not far away, it should be the shouts of the sailors' support staff. The sailors, who were killed and injured, still got rid of the entanglement of the burly and strong man, and fled in fear.

The burly and strong men did not chase after him, but just quickly looted all the weapons, armor and personal belongings on the corpses on the ground without distinction, and then carried the cage to a shabby carriage that had long been hidden among the messy stalls on the street.

The group left behind the messy corpses on the ground, scattered like a group of agile mice, fled into the complex alleys around the port market, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As the carriage was running wildly, he quietly observed the environment along the way through the gaps, from the ancient style of various rock buildings on both sides of the street, and the clicking sound made by wooden wheels crushing the disrepaired and uneven stone road.

It is basically certain that this place should be a relatively ancient medieval city-state with a civilization... Although he doesn't understand why he has a cognition of the specific concept of the "Medieval Age".

The carriage drove on the stone road for a long time before leaving the city limits, but stopped shortly after driving on the uneven muddy ground outside the city.
Chapter completed!