395 – Battle of the Palatinate (5)
When the Reich Imperial Army was defeating the Allied Forces in a desperate battle, the Allied staff shouted together.
“Your Highness, if you continue like this, even your life will be in danger! “Quickly cross the river without delay!”
“You can buy it just by crossing the Palatinate River! And you must plan for the future!”
“If even His Majesty is captured, the situation will become an irreparable catastrophe! Hurry!”
Many of the staff here were people who served monarchs of other countries that were not part of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw, so to be honest, in normal times, it had nothing to do with whether the Grand Duke died or not.
But now things were a little different.
Even though they were not directly loyal to the Archduke, they belonged to the Archduke and came to the Reich Empire along with their country’s soldiers.
I tried to achieve victory and share the profits with the Archduke, but…
‘Unless Deus sends down a meteor, we are unlikely to win, and now we must somehow save at least one more person to minimize defeat.’
As they thought, victory had already been given up, so the only effort the staff and commanders belonging to the Allied Forces could make was to lower the degree of defeat and reduce the sacrifice of the soldiers of their own country.
And the best means among them is to send the Archduke alive.
Captain Greenwich, the deputy commander of the Allied forces, gave strict orders to the soldier pulling the archduke’s carriage.
“Cross the Palatinate River right now. We must get His Highness the Archduke safely to Warsaw by any means possible! “If there is anyone who stands in your way, you can cut them to death!”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Hurry up! “Respectfully escort His Highness the Archduke to the Grand Duchy of Warsaw.”
An order was even given to Captain Greenwich.
The Grand Duke of Warsaw is cautious, as the wound on his neck where he was cut by his sword is already opening, and he is even mentally devastated by the continued shock of defeat.
As the person who had brought the situation to this point, I had nothing to say, so I did not reply and quietly moved towards his carriage.
“This can’t be happening. “He clearly led an army of over a million people, but why on earth… why on earth did that bastard, Peter Yeager, block my path so viciously?”
The Archduke was in a state of despair and despair, and his soldiers were already completely out of the commander’s control.
“We must protect His Highness the Archduke! It’s not too late, so let’s pull out our spears and swords and fight against the vicious Reich Imperial Army! “We can do it!”
“If you truly want to survive, you must fight and win against Peter Yeager, who is approaching you! “Let’s all be courageous!”
“Raise your spear! “This platoon leader will stand at your vanguard!”
The officers’ struggles to somehow buy some time by returning his soldiers to the front line were noticeable, but the soldiers heard it with one ear and passed it with the other.
‘f*ck, the Archduke and damn it, if this continues, we’ll all be left behind. I’ve done everything I can, why are you asking me to add more?’
So, except for the occasional sloppy fool, the remaining soldiers voluntarily retreated, swearing at the platoon commander and company commander.
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“Platoon leader, don’t be a dick and just jump out! How do you stop Peter Yeager?”
“Well, it’s been so long since you’ve been bragging to us about how cute your wife is, so are you just trying to track us down?”
“Atta, Sergeant. “It’s true that you and I are already screwed, so what are you trying to protect so actively?”
In normal times, they were spewing out remarks that would make everyone feel like their heads were blown off for the crime of fleeing and inciting an enemy war, but now no one has stepped forward to stop them.
Peter Jaeger foresaw this situation and gave an order.
“Get rid of all the trash that has no will to resist! Grand Duke, Grand Duke! I will personally cut off the head of the archduke who insulted and mocked those who fought in our Bastion castle, and even branded those who died with honor as heretics! From now on, stop obsessing over those little brats!”
He avoided unnecessary killing in most battlefields, but right now, he was determined to annihilate the enemy soldiers in front of him.
‘In order to solidify the hegemony of the empire and honor those who died honorably at Bastion Castle, it would be right not to let anyone live.’
I thought that it would be more beneficial to let some of the remaining ones live than to lose the most important archduke’s head.
No, considering the morale of the enemy army, it would have been a more strategic move to send about 40,000 alive and let them go to their country to instill fear and fear about the Reich Empire.
The soldiers who guarded Bastion Castle in the vanguard that followed him sympathized with his words.
“What the enemy said is correct! “Cut off the Archduke’s head and hang it on a pole is more important than killing 100,000 of them!”
“Nothing goes your way in life! Still, wouldn’t you consider it a bit of an ‘insult’ by hanging the archduke’s cub’s head on a spear post?”
“What else is important other than the Archduke? “No!”
The brave men who fought with him at Bastion Castle, who could be called fanatics of Peter Yeager, all actively sympathized with what he said.
So, he put aside his hostility toward the Allied Forces for a moment and shouted in a loud voice.
“f*ck, we have to cut off your Highness’s head now, so from now on, if you surrender, your life will be spared! “If you want to live, throw away your weapons, then get down on your knees and f*ck his head!”
When Peter Yeager repeated similar words, the Allied soldiers who wanted to survive at any cost immediately put down their weapons and began to declare surrender.
So, Peter Yeager and the soldiers who fought together at Bastion Castle began to break through the enemy lines without encountering any resistance.
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“Marshal! “How about you step back from now on?”
I shook my head at those words.
“Considering your dedication, there is absolutely no way for me to step down now. Rather, it looks like you are exhausted. How about switching to another unit that follows behind you?”
“Not only did they brutally kill my family, but they also accused us of selling our souls to the devil. Even though I had no obligation to participate in the war, I volunteered to follow them to kill them! So how can you tell us to step back? “That’s too much!”
In a world where there was a clear dividing line called social status, it made no sense for a single soldier and an enemy to have such a friendly conversation.
However, after fighting across the line of fire for over a month in Bastion Castle, we soon became attached and became free from faults.
Since the contribution I have made is so great, no matter how well I do, I think I will soon be ‘retired’ once this war, or even the revenge against the Allied Forces, is over.
Should we build a house in the north, a villa in Bastion Castle, and then visit every year to eat, drink, and have fun together?
Since His Majesty has given us plenty of money and land, we should have enough money to gather the survivors from the war and feed them plenty of wine and meat at least one day a year.
Because of the achievements I have made, even after I retire, people will turn a blind eye to this kind of behavior.
“Peter Yeager, you son of a b*tch, die!”
“You should die, you damn bastard!”
After saying that, I cut the head of the officer running towards me in two.
I was tired, but swinging the sword felt more comfortable than usual.
As I was running frantically, I suddenly saw a huge flag symbolizing the Grand Duke of Warsaw.
But it is different.
Many of the people I had just met threw down their weapons and surrendered as soon as they were told that their lives would be spared if they surrendered.
“Peter Yeager, you son of a b*tch, Marshal of our Allies! Die!”
“We will definitely protect His Highness’s life!”
“Destroy the Reich Empire, you bastards!”
As you get closer to the Archduke, the proportion of officers, guards, and elite soldiers increases, making it increasingly difficult to move forward.
“You bastards, the Archduke’s collaborators who are no better than dogs!”
But if you stop here even for a moment, you won’t be able to kill the idiot struggling to cross the river in front of you.
Putting all my power into my sword, I quickly swung the sword at the people blocking my path.
My blade, which had reached its peak, cut off their necks, legs, and hands in an instant, and the mortally wounded ones died one after another, screaming and spouting blood.
As each person passed through, the Archduke’s appearance became more and more clear.
“Peter Yeager! Peter Yeager That f*cking bastard is coming! Hurry! “We must escape quickly!”
Even when I heard voices convulsing with fear, I cut off the heads of the two armored officers standing in front of me.
Then, as if he was in a trance, he swung his sword and cut down the men in front of him.
The soldier pulling the Archduke’s carriage whipped his horse like crazy, and the Archduke continued to scream like a person in fear.
If he’s going to fall behind, he’ll die in a fashion like a grand duke, so why is he doing such evil things at the end of his life?
If the dead Colonel Landel saw this, wouldn’t he be about to collapse from laughter in Valhalla by now?
When I saw that scene, I thought for a moment that they would capture him alive, humiliate him in various ways, and then sell him or execute him…
‘If we cut off his head here, we can use this momentum to destroy the Grand Duchy of Warsaw. Because then there will be great political chaos.’
And insulting him could mean losing face to His Majesty, so this is the best.
I raised my sword, regretting that I could not inflict any more insults or torture on him.
“You damn bastard, Grand Duke, you are so lucky.”
Then he quietly brought down his sword.