Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

6 – Battle of the Chieftain’s Plains (4)

Just as I made up my mind to absorb all of the experience of the two of them, Max Thieves aimed his short halberd at him. .

Although I couldn’t see the aura loaded on the halberd like Captain Dalton’s eyes, I could feel his spirit as he must have killed dozens or even hundreds of people during his mercenary life.

If it was a fight between knights, they would have fought fair and square, starting with their birth family, talking about all sorts of bullsh*t that they didn’t want to know, and saying that they were talking nonsense before the duel, but…

Befitting mercenaries who value practical gains, money, and pleasure rather than honor, they skipped such trivial things and swung each other’s weapons to kill the enemy right away.

Unlike when I used my sword, when they wielded their swords, there was a sound of wedges, like a powerful crossbow bolt flying.

Even when they collided, there was a distinct ‘kang’ sound.

Since neither of them had mastered the formal swordsmanship that knights and nobles learn, in some ways they felt like they were clumsier than me.

He was using the power beyond human limits with an aura so naturally.

“Dalton, that bastard who looks like a dick, there are some pretty useful mercenaries in the mercenary squad! If you say you’re going to lick the soles of this old man’s feet even now, I’ll spare your life!”

“I fell asleep after the sound of pooping with my dick. If you’re going to talk nonsense like that, suck on your mother’s milk and talk about it!”

“f*ck, even if I put up with everything else, I can’t stand cursing at my parents. It wouldn’t be enough even if I pulled out all these limbs and killed you, you bastard!”

It seems that the two are fighting an equal battle while swearing at each other’s personality, and some of the Dalton mercenary soldiers and the enemy Tristan mercenary soldiers secretly started cheering while fighting themselves.

“Platoon Commander Schmitz, f*ck off that f*cking little pig!”

“Platoon Leader Max, please prove that Captain Dalton’s face isn’t f*cking looking!”

“Schmitz, Schmitz!”

I don’t know if it’s understandable that the soldiers around you are cheering for you while watching a sports match like a wrestling match.

The battle taking place here and now is a kind of grand war, so the flow of today’s war will change depending on who wins here.

If Schmitz wins, the tide will turn toward the Tristan mercenaries, and our Dalton mercenaries are pushing in full force, and this charter will turn over at once.

On the other hand, if Max’s platoon leader cuts off Schmitz’s head, our forces will push Tristan’s back and smash them to pieces.

“Did you say Max? The workmanship is quite good, but the man has no spirits. Don’t you wake up in the morning If not, there’s no way wielding a halberd would be so heartless, right?”

Platoon commander Max gasped for breath for a moment before replying.

“Shut up your mouth, you f*cking f*cking dick that looks like it won’t stand still. Are you a eunuch?”

“If you look at this old man’s stamina, don’t you know! Day and night, it’s a difficult body to stand up so well! When I came here today, I left a woman behind!”

“f*ck, you bastard who got his face ground in a mortar…”

Otherwise or not, the Tristan mercenaries must have thought that when Max’s platoon commander showed exhaustion, Schmitz would soon win and this situation where they were pushed back would be overcome.

They also occasionally glanced at us while fighting our mercenary soldiers, or shouted loud cheers when they had a little bit of time to spare.

“Platoon Commander Schmitz, that’s f*cking cool! Damn, that guy who thinks it’s Max or Max, put his head on the ground and grind it!”

“Even the son of a b*tch acting like a knight who was whimpering over there!”

“Pull out the hair! Pull out the hair and throw it at them!”

Then Schmitz gathered his two-handed sword with only his right hand, pretended to stretch himself, and let out a forced yawn as a sign of boredom.

Then he changed his complexion in an instant and smiled with a deep intent to kill as if he had become a different person.

“I wanted to play more, but my f*cking kids are begging me to step on them quickly. What can I do? Until just now, I fought hard on my dick, but now I give it my all. Come on, you bastard who’s not even worth a dog’s dick called Mack.”

I could feel that his momentum had changed in a subtle way from just before.

A murderous feeling that he would absolutely kill his opponent emanated from his body, and Max, the platoon leader, seemed to be determined to kill that son of a b*tch by gathering all his strength.

“You filthy, big, mushy cock sucker!”

As I stepped on the ground with my aura-soaked feet, I could see a slight digging in the ground.

Then, the weight of his whole body and the flow of his arms and wrists merged into one, and he delivered a heavy and fast blow to his stomach.

“Die, hit the daughters next to Maria!”

Schmitz lowered and lifted the tip of his sword to slash, splitting the spearhead of his halberd in two in an instant.

In response, Max’s platoon leader pulled out the dagger at his waist and tried to block it somehow, but Schmitz’s aura-filled slash was much faster than that.

At the moment the swords in both hands blew up, it blew up enough to think that a fan had turned on, and it cut the platoon leader Max’s body in half, and the blood sprayed all over the area.

Schmitz held his blood-stained two-handed sword in one hand, brushed off his blood, and raised the sword high into the air.

“This old man Schmitz cut an enemy mercenary officer in half and turned him into pieces of rags! Is there another ephemera out of all the idiots under Dalton’s f*cking face that would fight this old man!”

In our mercenary corps, Max’s platoon leader is one of the best in terms of combat power, but as soon as he expressed his sincerity, his body was cut in half in an instant and died.

So, since we, who are less skilled than him, are likely to be killed by dogs if we step forward, no one tried to fight against Schmitz, who had come to dominate the flow of this battlefield…

At that time, I pierced the heavy air of my ally and moved towards him.

From anyone’s point of view, it was crazy, so I could hear the voices of my superiors stopping me from behind, but I decided to fight even if it meant dying to fight that strong guy who could use an aura.

The reason is absurd even if I think about it.

Because I don’t think I’m going to bow down to that idiot right now if I’m going to get the wealth, fame, power, and beauty I want in this f*cking game world.

This is the first war, and today is the first day, and it may look like a moth jumping into a bonfire, going to die, but…

‘I can’t defeat him here, and I won’t run away even if I die instead.’

This may be due to the influence of Martin Mayer, whom I have possessed, but rather than running away and being treated as an idiot, it suits my nature to fight with everything on hope and miracles that can happen.

“I will avenge the enemy of Max’s platoon commander, you f*cking face-faced asshole!”

Schmitz saw me, grabbed my stomach, and laughed.

“Damn it, is this time an arrogant recruit who doesn’t know how to be afraid of the sky? One piece of armor is so f*cking out of place. If you take off your armor and bring it to me, this old man will spare your pitiful life.”

I raised my middle finger toward him.

“How will a piggy-looking bastard put on my armor? You ignorant bastard with a sprained eye.”

“f*ck, I don’t know anything else, but I can’t stand people calling me ignorant. You f*cking-looking eunuch-looking bastard!”

He quickly swung his two-handed sword at me, with a blade more than a meter long, full of power.

A booming sound cutting through the air, a rapid speed as if the blade disappeared from view, and a blow with tremendous power approaches me…

As expected, the difference between what I saw from the side when I was fighting Max and what I felt when I was actually attacked was a world wide difference.

“You’re a slender man, you f*cking bastard, let’s split the helmet and look at your face!”

Whether he said that or not, I held my two-handed sword at an angle and blocked his attack from above.

Through the hand holding the sword, an enormous weight and impact hit the entire body, a filthy thrilling sensation.

“Damn it, it’s f*cking heavy. Since the body is stupidly heavy, even one attack is as heavy as the body itself!”

“Sweet bastard, just be honest and admit that this body is too strong for you to handle! How difficult is that Then I’ll cleanly cut you in half, like that old executive over there!”

At the same time, his blow came from the right, but I hurriedly lowered my body to avoid it.

“You bastard, what do you think will happen if you run away like that?”

Schmitz struck with his sword this time to decapitate me, but I leaned over and parried the blow with my armor.

Aura Expert, if I had reached the level where I could apply Aura to a sword, I would have been cut off with my entire armor…

Because his level was at most the level of strengthening his body with an aura, he couldn’t pierce my iron armor…

“Cuckoo, f*ck…”

My body instantly flew away like a baseball being hit by a bat.

But maybe thanks to fighting someone who can use auras, it felt like my body had realized that auras existed in me but hadn’t been awakened.

As evidence of that, I’ve already beaten and killed nearly 10 enemy mercenaries, and I’ve been hit by Schmitz’s heavy blow, so I’d only be hit if I had little strength left in my body.

Because of the natural awakening of the aura during the fight, the body has gained more strength than before going to war.

Although I received bruises from his blow, I found the courage to stand up and fight after recognizing my condition.

‘If I keep trying like this, I might slit that damn Schmitz’s head.’

As soon as I saw a clear goal in front of me, I felt that son of a b*tch, who was like a huge wall in the way, as a wall to overcome, and I was looking forward to fighting again.

“A big piglet grunts so well!”

“I’ll run away like a rat, but when I see this old man coming back, I see you want to die!”

“Shut up before I sew it up with a gauze needle! Marx’s platoon leader, I, Martin Mayer, will pay for my enemies!”

After saying that, I clashed my sword with the guy in front of me.

A shock and weight beyond what I just felt came through my hands, but was it thanks to the clue to the aura?

I thought my body could withstand Schmitz’s attacks, even if they were very heavy…

But I guess it wasn’t. All of a sudden, my body started to lose strength.

For a moment, the thought of dying like this crossed my mind, but he raised his sword high into the sky and laughed at me and said,

“You f*cking bastard, you use a knife really well for a rookie. After meeting this old man, life goes right on. Don’t be too unfair to sell yourselves. Die!”

I was breathing as much as I could and trying to position myself to block his attack, but then I heard the sound of a retreat trumpet from both armies.

Then Schmitz put his sword into his scabbard and pretended to slash his throat with the thumb of his right hand.

“f*ck, I told you to retreat. I can’t break the rules to kill a bastard like you. Lucky is dirty, it’s a cub. When I see you on the next battlefield, I’ll ram this old man’s cock into that cute face.”

Then the Tristan mercenary soldiers left me behind.

I stood up with all my might towards the guy who was leaving like that, then I punched his fist and said.

“I thought you couldn’t even bite a pig’s dick because your face was so f*cking dirty? I’ll make sure to check next time to see if it’s getting a little smoother after falling from somewhere on the shoulder. It’s a boar-like bastard.”

And I returned to the camp with other senior members of the Fjord Mercenary Corps.