Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

31 – If you want to succeed, go into the tiger’s den (3)

Iron tastes best when it’s hot, and when you want to attack your enemies, when they’re weak, push them without a break. Attaching is the norm.

“Archers and wizards, give a cool blow to the bastards standing erect in front of you!”

At the same time, the archers started shooting arrows over our heads.

Magicians, including Lucia, hid behind the speared foot soldiers and chanted the strongest magic they could shoot, aiming for the right moment.

In the meantime, Dalton brought the vice-captain and clung to me.

“You move with me and Heinz this time. After blowing off the heads of the black bear cubs standing over there in the vanguard.”

Dalton pointed with his finger at the fluttering blue flag over there.

“Even if you can’t blow Philo and Count’s head, shouldn’t you make the count’s stomach burn a bit by randomly cutting off the necks of the mid- and high-ranking knights?”

I was able to deal with Nome Hans, who was a low-ranking knight, but what kind of capabilities did the enemy, called a regular knight, or more than a mid-level knight have?

Among the mid-level knights in this game, there was one who freely manipulated Auras and used the movements that transcended humans as desired.

Once you reached the advanced level, even those with skills above Aura Expert came out without boredom.

If I raise my strength and level while dealing with those guys, and gradually shake off my reputation, how far can I go in the future?

“It’s fine even if I’m just a midget knight this time, so if I can’t decapitate a knight this time, I’m not a human kid.”

“If you don’t win, will you take the balls out?”

If you were born as a man, you have to depend on ‘that’ to be able to function as a human being, but it’s a bit like losing that…

“…… Oh, that’s kinda… “

“You bastard, you’re good at betting everything on your own. You’re an asshole who can’t give a damn.”

And then Dalton swung his sword to send a signal, and soon after, the wizards in our unit fired magic at the enemies.

The magic that flew away was 5 fireballs.

The fireballs instantly covered the bodies of the unfortunate ones in front of them, and as a result they became human torches.

C.

“Save people! Save people! aaagh, it’s f*cking hot!”

“Aagh!”

“Save me, water, water, water, someone pour some water on me!”

When the guys who stood in our way turned to charcoal soot, Dalton struck me on the back and focused his aura on his feet, flying like arrows.

To be precise, he kicked off the ground with his foot and ran out.

If a person runs faster than a horse, that means flying.

I also want to join them right away, but what I have to do now is take our teenagers and beat the guys on the other side who are blocking our way.

To put it vulgarly, you should drive a thick, sharp spear into the enemy’s neck and make them squirt blood.

“Martin Tentacles! Keep the window upright and hit it! Damn, it’s time to think about the whore you guys robbed me of and get down! There won’t be an asshole who can spear the air, right?”

“No!”

“Gather troops! And run after me!”

Saying that, I thrust the spear into the necks of the guys in front of me while holding the spear tightly.

“A horny pig-like brat.”

“I’m not that fat, son of a horo.”

Looking around, the cubs belonging to our tenth group succeeded in getting into the enemy camp without dying.

I immediately threw away the spear and drew my sword this time.

As I came out of the scabbard, the sharp sound of metal stirred my tension.

“f*ck, you guys who are weaker than scarecrows! Let’s stick together to see if I’m strong or if you guys are strong! Follow Captain Dalton, who is running in front of the Martin Tenten, no, all the mercenaries!”

Whether it’s breaking through enemy lines or propaganda to boost the morale of allies and discourage the enemy from fighting, you have to do something right.

All or nothing, jackpot or side dish.

In this situation, there is only one thing I need to do, and it is to boost the morale and momentum of the whitebeard mercenaries so that they can demonstrate their full potential.

And I asked Platoon Commander Walther before running out.

“Platoon commander, please take care of our children who can’t wipe their sh*t yet.”

I’ll take care of them as much as I can, but as the war heats up, I won’t be able to afford it.

As soon as I finished my work, a bunch of idiots who had been caught by my provocation gathered around me.

Bubble-bearded pups wielding assorted weapons including short spears, swords, maces, hammers and axes.

‘f*ck, being surrounded by these furry bastards… I don’t feel good at all.’

Of course, those nobles who are trying to kill me seem to be thinking the same thing.

“Damn it, are you the Martin Mayer bastard who ruined the concept of the Whitebeard Mercenaries?”

“I can’t see your face because of the helmet, so take it off. If you look pretty, I’ll let you live.”

“A mother, a motherf*cking bastard who has no father. I’ll send you to your parents’ side, and get along well with your dad and mom.”

Then they each raised their weapons and charged at me like rats who found cheese.

“Do I look that good, you perverts!”

There was an ally behind him, so he couldn’t even step back to keep his distance.

So I took one more step, or rather, as Captain Dalton did.

f*ck it, since you were so damned to stand out somehow, from now on you have to be prepared to die and fight.

And then, aiming at the sloppy openings that came into my eyes with the eyes of a hawk, I started cutting off each one by the neck.

Every time I killed a soldier who was hostile to me, I felt a distinct sensation in my hand.

I was able to dig step by step into the enemy lines.

“You bastard bastards, if you want to go round and round to kill people! Shouldn’t we at least injure this old Martin? Terrible bastards.”

I rotated it inside my body once again while feeling the aura flowing through my body.

I feel like my aura has definitely gotten a little stronger than yesterday.

It will be a while before I reach the lofty height of Auror Expert, which I have aimed for, but at least I feel like I can break the wall one step further.

Confidence and anticipation that each time I stretch out my hand and cut down another guy, I will become stronger than I am now.

‘f*ck, this is s*x.’

Strictly speaking, this isn’t s*x, but it feels good enough that I’m pretty sure it can be compared to the pleasure a man and woman feel during intercourse.

“Whitebeard Mercenary Corps Captain Martin Mayer is out! Only those bastards who want to leave this world today should block my path or not!”

With that said, I set my goal to go to Captain Dalton’s location and join him, and continued killing those who stood in my way without hesitation.

If there was someone stabbing him with a spear, he ducked or turned his body to avoid it, and used that momentum to cut his body apart.

When veterans wielding maces or one-handed swords attacked me, I burrowed into their arms and punctured their necks.

In the beginning, I slaughtered them while counting how many people I killed, but now the situation is so urgent that I can’t even afford to do that.

Because no matter how strong Captain Dalton is, he won’t be able to take out all of the enemy’s offensive in front of him alone.

“Chief Martin, f*ck! Next!”

Following those words, I evaded to the side, and Baker, whom I had been swearing at, shattered the enemy’s head with a mace.

If the attack was wrong from that position, I could die.

I came into the tiger’s den to catch the tiger, so I came prepared for not knowing when I would die.

When I saw it like this, it sent chills down my spine.

“Thanks, Baker!”

“When you win and go back later, buy me some roast beef.”

“Damn it, if I go back alive, I’ll buy enough to be covered with roast beef. All right, kid!”

After a short chat like that, I gradually moved forward with the support of our mercenary soldiers.

Every time I cut down one guy, I felt the fear of the enemy mercenaries more strongly.

I could feel the thrill running through my body as I thought I was dominating the battlefield for this moment.

“f*ck you, you motherf*cking bastards. Don’t block the road ahead, get out of the way if you don’t want to die!”

As I wielded my sword once, twice, and thrice, randomly cutting through enemies, I came to the vicinity of Captain Dalton before I knew it.

Dalton looked at me and smiled.

“Damn, you’re right on the money with Heinz. Didn’t you even manage to search?”

“It’s a bit too much to die of pity.”

“Damn it, you’re not a female virgin, and if you care about male virginity, you’re a bastard who spreads mold.”

And then I caught my breath and looked straight in front of me.

From the front, the soldiers and knights led by our Count approached us gnashing their teeth.

“The sin of insulting the honorable Count Philorand, pay for it with death. You dirty and vulgar mercenary bastards!”