Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

41 – Battle of Roibit (2)

The weight of the air on the battlefield felt quite different when I faced the Montmartre guys.

“That’s a lot of head count, damn it. How many people are there, how many enemies are there? I can’t guess at all… Maybe 30,000 people… ?”

As one of my platoon members said, in the wars we’ve been through so far, there were only a few thousand at most…

This time, it’s a whopping 40,000 enemy soldiers!

“Are those motherf*ckers really scary? With the momentum to just kill them all…”

The battles I’ve fought so far have been life-or-death, but they’re like battles between nobles and nobles, so there’s some order.

Because there is nothing like that in a heartless war where the high-ranking people of the two countries fight over territory, people, interests, and causes.

Feeling such an atmosphere makes my body tremble.

Karin looked at me and smiled bashfully as she spoke.

“Platoon Captain Martin, why are you shaking? I hope you are not afraid.”

“It’s scary. My body trembles with anticipation at the thought that I have finally had a chance to make my name known to Montmartre and the Rheinfalts Empire.”

I’m still just a kid compared to Captain Dalton and such a real strong man.

When I stand on the battlefield where people’s lives come and go, in fact, there are times when I feel anxious because I think that I might die here.

But, more than that, I think about how far I can play this time and suppress that fear for a while.

“Yes, yes. Our good platoon commander? Don’t get hurt though. Because I’m worried.”

“Don’t worry. I will definitely survive, and after the war I will get a delicious meal that my seniors bought for me.”

At that, Karin turned her head and her face blushed.

However, she did not shake her head or deny her movements or lines.

“…… sh*t, why did you have to fight the Montmartre snail babies for the first time after joining the mercenaries? Look at those bastards, they look so damn scary.”

“Shut up, you asshole. When you leave, even I get scared.”

“Can I come back alive?”

The new recruits are trembling and restless.

“Montmartre snails, mercenaries or knights, come and see them all! Because this old man will punch a hole in his neck with the spearmanship he learned while rolling like a dog!”

There are guys who pretend to be scared to hide their fright, like an immature boy who is shy about saying he likes you in front of girls.

Lucia Now that an all-out war is ahead with the Montmartre guys, unlike last time, she doesn’t look frightened or depressed.

His ears and tail were erected, and he was clutching the new staff I bought him.

“…… Platoon Leader Martin said he could do well… You did well last time, so you can do well this time too.”

She was nervous, but seeing Lucia, where her timid appearance before was gone, made her feel a warm feeling somewhere in her heart.

No, seeing me looking like that… Lucia, who is aiming after Karin, is also hmm…

With war just around the corner, the corners of my mouth went up to my ears.

“Where is the time to go wild?”

As I muttered that, a trumpet sounded.

I heard the shouts of high-ranking people from all over Rheinfalz County.

“Charge forward!”

I also carried a spear, no, a halberd, symbolizing the authority of the platoon commander, and proceeded in step with the soldiers.

“Damn it, keep your head down and don’t think about anything! A bastard who loses first in war is neither a bastard who can’t fight nor an idiot who can’t hold a spear! I’m going to die from the frightened and pecking bastard! Got it?”

“Evil!!!”

“Keep the formation thorough, just walk forward! If you think about something else and do stupid things, I will make you feel better to die by repeating only #8 and #11 tonight until you die!”

“Evil!!! All right! Help me!”

The reason I peck at them so much is actually because I love my platoon members so much.

You might say this is nonsense, but the fact that the soldiers die when they enter the training center after enlisting in the army is because of the considerate intention of the seniors not to give the trainees a chance to get depressed.

Soldiers who go to war for the first time, if they don’t crave it, they’ll be crushed by the pressure of the battlefield and the spirit of the enemy army, and they’ll become meat shields that urinate or ooze.

“f*ck! What’s the sound next to…”

“Shut up! This idiot is a baby! “

Then I looked to the side.

A huge pillar of fire rose from the ground and burned dozens of soldiers from afar at once.

I’ve seen quite a few soldiers burn to death when hit by fireball-like magic, screaming in agony, and the nasty smell of burning people spreading far away…

This is a bit different. Count. There was nothing left where the pillar of fire had risen.

‘Is this a national level war fighting with all its might?’

The tremendous power of magic made my hands, no, cold sweat run down my back.

“Will I ever be able to use magic like that?”

Lucia looked at that and bit her lip and pulled her tail up.

“Ouch, why the f*ck is there a thunderclap in the dry sky? What’s wrong?”

I focused my aura on my eyes and looked far away. From a little far away, I saw two men clad in Orichalcon armor clashing their swords at breakneck speed.

“You are using a sword for serving the giant snail of Montmartre!”

“Do you use some too?”

“Stop the compliments that burst the bread side!”

Dalton’s sword, which reached an Aura Expert, was infinitely slower than those two, and its power would be incomparably weaker.

“Is that the realm I should aim for, the realm of an Auror Master? sh*t, how a sword wielded by a human could make such a heavy sound. One shot will cut off an elephant’s trunk.”

I can’t help but sigh because I’m so embarrassed watching the fights of talented people who can’t even compare to me.

Still, if you continue to train like this, accumulate practical battles, and eat elixirs to become stronger…

‘I can reach that level someday.’

She strengthened her will as she tightened her grip on the halberd.

“Platoon commander, f*ck! Montmartre snails are crawling right in front of you! Hey, hold on to the f*ckin’ spear, you f*cking bastards!”

They say that it takes three years for Seodang to recite Poongwol, and since Baker has been a mercenary for about half a year, he accurately judges how to manage his successors, cute guy.

When I fought under Count Salzheim last time, I was a prickly pup.

It must have been a much more usable bastard than I thought.

Apart from that, I hit him on the head with a halberd spear.

“If you’re going to give an order like that, the senior mercenary will be sweet and damned, you bastard baker who can only roll this cup head! It’s a twisted chain of command, damn it! You go back today and book number 8 for 70 and number 11 for 50!”

Even though the mercenaries are terribly free-spirited, there is no forgiveness for twisting the chain of command.

Basically, it’s a whip type that will tear your skin with just one hit.

Considering that it started at least in my 30s, I was horrified to see that it was such a punishment.

“Martin Platoon, you f*cking bastards! Everyone lower your windows and aim at the enemy’s neck in front of you!”

They all aimed their spears at the enemy at the same angle and height according to my instructions.

Ideal anti-vibration that draws a completely parallel line between the window frame and the window frame attached to the side.

‘It’s rewarding to have the ritual wrong.’

What is this? Even in this situation, the corner of the mouth goes up.

“Oh wow!”

“Oh and heat! Oh, match the heat!”

“If you match, you will walk in sync! One two! One two!”

Our platoon’s footsteps matched as one, everything matched except for the sound of breathing.

When the enemies saw the Martin platoon I was leading, they started grinding their teeth.

“Those f*cking bastards. Do you think you’re doing enough? It’s a group of assholes who don’t have anything proper except sausage and beer.”

“Have fun. The flag depicts a white wolf, but in reality it must be a white cat. Cocksuckers, a white cat is cute.”

“Thank you, Deus. Meeting these assholes from day one.”

After scratching the inside of our soldiers, a few of them started to show up.

“Damn it, you squirming bastards who eat snails!”

When one recruit gets excited, everything breaks. As if the whole building would collapse if one of the pillars supporting it was removed.

“f*ck you there, you f*cking bastard! Who told you to shut up? Will you pay for a portrait today? Do you want to run at a distance until your legs stop moving?”

“Oh no!”

“No, you bastard! Since they don’t train for guerrilla warfare these days, it seems that they have enough stamina to even chat during the war. Why do you feel like you’ve become anything because you’ve been getting better lately?”

The atmosphere in the Death Seeker platoon is gradually becoming tense.

And when I was on the verge of colliding with the Montmartre guys, I concentrated my aura on my whole body as I tightened my grip on the halberd.

When I was fighting against them under Count Salzheim, I ordered Lucia to use her magic right now…

“For those of you who are falling behind today, I’ll f*cking kill them with a guerrilla attack tonight. I’m going to vomit to the point where I think I’d rather die here today! Just follow orders!”

“Evil!!”

He sighed and said.

“Wizards keep following me so that I can shoot my magic right away when I command!”