438 – Battle of the Plains of Benedict (7)
On the continent of Europa, the name Peter Jaeger is known as the walking reaper itself.
It is not uncommon for parents to tell their children to stop crying because black-haired Peter Yeager is coming when their children start crying to throw a tantrum.
Even witches would spread the nonsense that when an infectious disease broke out, if they brought in the god Peter Yeager, who was much scarier than the infectious disease, the infectious disease would escape.
“Do not leave even one of Francois and his soldiers alive! “They deserve to be killed for daring to rebel against our empire!”
If a weak person who does not have the power to kill someone says that he will kill someone, that would be a scary thing to say, but a person who is extremely capable of doing so.
Saying that you will kill all those people in front of you has the power to make the person who hears it urinate.
‘The greatest weapon to subdue a large army is not magic, sword, or arrows. All you have to do is make the enemy fear your allies.’
Peter Yeager has devised and implemented numerous methods to create enemies that fear allies.
To maximize the fear, he grabbed his sword and killed the enemy in an instant, as if he were sashimi.
“Why is a bastard called the Grand Marshal of the Red Army holding a sword and fighting, even on the front line!”
“f*ck, I could change my fate just by killing that bastard…”
“Are you crazy? Are you crazy about wanting to die? “Are you going to cross swords with that crazy guy?”
Franco and his soldiers all know that if they can kill Peter Jaeger, they can change not only themselves but also his in-laws’ cousins.
‘But how can an ordinary person like me kill that monster?’
He, who is wearing armor that clearly says, ‘I am the Grand Marshal,’ jumps into the square where several, or even dozens, of people are blocking the attack with swords and spears pointed at him.
They all stab at each other with their spears, but the spear blades are blocked by the armor and do not penetrate.
I only blinked for a moment, but the spear poles held by me or the soldiers around me had already been cut off and turned into short wooden poles.
After taking a deep breath, I hear the words of a colleague dying from the sword of Peter Jaeger, who was a few meters away.
“Mom! Marianne!”
Many Francois soldiers were frustrated and despairing at the overwhelming force that broke through the square formation of a platoon or company with his own strength.
Peter Yeager continues to swing his sword, exuding a cold and heavy lethal force like the reaper of death.
He has no hesitation and no matter what comes his way, it cannot become an obstacle.
Francois and his soldiers continued to be slaughtered.
When Hugo Leblanc, a young second lieutenant of the Francois Republic, saw this, he couldn’t help but wet himself.
‘A man who was born as a man and holds the title of officer is so frightened by the enemy’s strength that he urinates…’
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Things like that made me miserable, but I couldn’t even think about wiping away the urine or feel the discomfort.
Still, he had to fight, so Lieutenant Hugo somehow gathered his platoon members with a sword.
“Leblanc platoon gather together! “We will kill Peter Yeager with our own hands!”
At Hugo’s order, the platoon members had no choice but to gather.
“I can’t let the platoon leader die alone! Everyone gather together!”
“Peter Yeager, we’ll cut that bastard’s neck!”
“This is your chance to turn the Reich Marshal into a sausage!”
Honestly, if other officers of the Francois Republic had given orders, the soldiers would have pretended not to hear them and slowly backed away, conspiring to run away.
‘Lieutenant Leblanc is the one who spends his salary to buy us food…’
Besides that, unlike other officers, he treated the soldiers in a non-high-handed manner, took care of them while putting up with himself being disadvantaged, etc…
I couldn’t let the second lieutenant, who treated the soldiers like a human being, die alone, so I had no choice but to create a phalanx.
“Unite around Lieutenant Yugo!”
Peter Jaeger was secretly impressed by the platoon that came together like that even though the Francois Republic army was completely collapsed.
‘The company and battalion units have lost control, but they can fight so resolutely.’
An officer full of romance could have just sent away a platoon of outstanding individuals…
“War is so… I can’t believe I had to kill such a promising platoon leader.”
Since Jaeger declared that he would annihilate his enemies, no matter how brave he was, he had no intention of sparing them.
“I will kill you painlessly.”
As Peter Yeager approached, Ensign Hugo calmed his trembling voice and gave an order.
“Let’s kill Peter Yeager and change his fate!”
Everyone in the platoon vigorously responded that they would, but soon sorrow started pouring out of their mouths.
“My arm! My arm! Ahh!”
“f*ck, platoon leader… Are you sorry…”
“Platoon leader run away…”
In just less than a minute, the battle line of one platoon was completely disorganized.
“Courage is highly regarded.”
Peter Yeager held his sword tightly and swung once, and this time, two heads rose into the sky at the same time.
Despite seeing the scene, the soldiers said they would not forget the kindness they received from the platoon leader and attacked Peter Yeager until the end.
“Die, scum of the Reich Empire!”
“I’ll kill you and replace you!”
“Die, you bastard!”
When Peter Yeager saw this, he thought this for a moment.
‘It feels like trampling on the Francois Republic army.’
“There is no way.”
Peter Yeager harvested the lives of the brave soldiers who pointed their swords at him one by one, even as everyone else was running away.
Every time someone’s life was harvested, the screams they made as they were cut or stabbed to death by a sword echoed throughout the battlefield.
Although he didn’t intend to, there was only one person left at the end, Ensign LeBlanc.
“Peter Yeager, you bastard of this empire!”
Although it was not necessary for Grand Marshal Peter Jaeger to listen to what the lieutenant had to say, he did answer the man who, had he survived, would have been a capable commander.
“Don’t be upset. “It’s just that our imperial army is stronger than your Francois Republic army.”
“Give my men back.”
“You are the one who drove them to their deaths. Still, I admire your courage.”
At the same time as he said those words, Peter Yeager swung his sword, sending the lieutenant’s sword flying high into the sky, and decapitated him with a single blow.
Besides, soldiers of the 7th Division were slaughtering soldiers of the Francois Republic like grinding wood on a plane.
The officers continued to boost the morale of the soldiers behind the scenes.
“Long live the Reich Empire! Long live the Reich Empire, kill those bastards without leaving a single one behind!”
The soldiers fought without fear of being injured or killed, determined to follow His Excellency the Generalissimo whom they respected.
“Die, Francois snail!”
And Wilhelm Keitel, who remained at the base, did not miss this battle situation.
“My father rose to the rank of Minister of Military Affairs based solely on his ability to supply and manage the rear, but as an outstanding frontline commander, I will rise to the rank of Minister of Military Affairs.”
Wilhelm’s ability was so outstanding that he rose to the level of a senior captain, a position that only 3 out of 20 captains could rise to.
But even he did not dare to take on the position of enemy…
‘No matter how much I fly or crawl, I cannot defeat His Excellency the Marshal.’
I don’t know if the times hate him or if they don’t want to give him a chance, but there is a monster named Peter Yeager sitting in the position of Grand Marshal.
Realistically, the highest position a soldier could rise to was Minister of Military Affairs.
“Mobilize knights and archers to attack the enemy’s right flank and rear.”
“Yes, I understand. But wasn’t His Excellency the Marshal’s order to annihilate all the enemies?”
Senior Captain Wilhelm chuckled at those words.
Then he took out an order and showed it to his staff, and everyone who saw it was shocked.
“I can’t believe they threatened to annihilate the enemy and sent them back.”
“If this news spreads, Francois’ army will collapse from within.”
“… The official paper from the Staff College professors that said His Excellency the Marshal is something beyond a human being was true.”
Wilhelm chuckled when he heard that.
“That’s right. He is truly something born for war, not for man. But there are more operations than this.”
Hearing those words, the staff could not hide their doubts.
“…….?”
“Yes, does that make sense?”
At the same time, Martin Behrman, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, arrived.
“By order of His Excellency the Marshal, we boiled grain porridge for François and his soldiers to eat and even made preparations for transportation. In addition, he has also completed preparations to go to where His Excellency the Marshal is.”
When Behrman said that he had prepared food for the enemy soldiers to eat, all of the staff fell into confusion.
“Why give food to the enemy?”
“It’s a waste because it’s food for our troops…”
“What on earth are you thinking, His Excellency the Marshal?”
When Wilhelm heard that, he smiled and answered.
“Look, is war all about winning? “The only way to win is to bring the public sentiment of the people living here to the empire.”
And then the man whom Behrmann had mentioned was seen crossing the Reich army toward Peter Jaeger.