227 – All-out war in Alas (10)
Weapons, tactics, strategies, and supplies used by armies throughout the ages, from ancient times to modern times, even World Wars I and II. Has been constantly changing.
If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, it’s the fact that in every war, whether small or large, there is a front.
Furthermore, in order to win a battle, breaking through the opponent’s front line at any cost is the starting point.
“You can’t miss this opportunity! I will lead the vanguard myself. Give the entire army a signal to charge and let them know that the king is advancing together!”
After I said that, the adjutants around me stopped me with their faces turned white like dough.
“Your Highness, no. And if you get hit by a sniper or a grenade… The future of the kingdom is at stake.”
“William is only 4 years old now. If you go to the front and die in a situation where the succession structure is unstable, you will not be able to handle the aftermath.”
“Bullets have no eyes. Majesty!”
As they say, if I die in the war, it is obvious that the kingdom will fall into a very unstable situation.
But just as you have to enter a tiger’s den to catch a tiger, am I not in the vanguard when you barely succeed in making a hole in the dust proof?
I don’t know if it’s another guy, but he’s the Duke of Brussels…
Perhaps he would even try to get rid of his doubles and go to the vanguard to restore the open front and fight in earnest with his bodyguards.
Still, since we broke through once, there is a possibility that we will break through again after some time, but in the meantime, it is clear that the consumption of soldiers will become more severe.
Moreover, the Emperor is not as stupid as Schwain, so there is a high possibility that he is on the left wing of the Imperial Army after receiving a request for support from the Duke of Brussels.
If you come to the emperor like that, the war situation could fall into unknown territory.
If you go this far, you’ve finished eating and even set the table, but in the worst case, you could end up with an absurd situation where the table is overturned just before eating.
They will understand if I explain all of this, but I can’t afford to do that right now.
I looked at them and spoke firmly without raising my voice.
“I understand your concerns. But they don’t even have a designated marksman, and I’m just fighting with the vanguard, I won’t encourage the soldiers from the front. So you don’t have to worry too much.”
After saying that, the colors on the faces of the lieutenants gradually returned and their expressions became more comfortable.
“Also, I’m wearing plate armor and quilted armor underneath… There’s no way you’ll get hit by a direct hit or something like a grenade. So don’t talk and follow me.”
The silk quilted armor I am wearing right now is modeled after the early bulletproof vest made by stitching about 20 layers of fabric made in Heungseon Daewongun’s period or modern Europe, and its performance is quite reliable.
Even if you only wear this, it greatly reduces damage from matchlocks flying outside the effective range.
What’s more, they’re wearing hard armor that’s not easily pierced by lead bullets from a matchlock… To be honest, even if you point a matchlock at me and shoot me, it’ll end up with bruises.
That’s why I came up with this idea. If I die, not only the future of the kingdom, but also the future of my two beloved children, Ella, and Irina will become uncertain… I guess
“Deliver to Count Balt, who commands the right wing. Take over command of the right wing, as I will stand in the vanguard to support the areas where the frontlines have been breached.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Messenger, immediately deliver Your Highness’ orders to His Excellency the Count! Our SS will go to the vanguard from now on!”
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As I expected, the vanguard unit that broke through the right wing of the Imperial Army was blocked by the SS led by the Duke of Brussels and other Imperial troops, and was unable to advance.
I wasn’t being pushed back, so even if I didn’t come out, I might have succeeded in breaking through someday…
Still, the momentum of the unit, whose morale had skyrocketed until just now, was gradually diminishing, and it was visible that they were grumbling.
“Those crazy bastards… I managed to break through the dust proof… Why is the Royal Guard of the Duke of Brussels coming out?”
“Still, if I return alive, the special promotion to the 1st class is guaranteed! If you have just one experience of breaking through the vanguard, you can go up to the boss without any problems unless you have a special accident!”
“Do you think you grumble because you don’t know that? Aren’t those vicious Brussels bastards trying to block the pierced holes again?”
The soldiers and adjutants of the SS did not know that I had come and looked at them with a dissatisfied expression as they were still complaining.
Still, at my command, the line began moving forward again, supporting where the enemy was engaged.
“You idiots! His Majesty the King has personally volunteered for your regiment!”
“Those who can afford it, look back now!”
While pushing the front lines, the SS loudly announced that I had arrived, and the soldiers immediately looked back.
Soon after that, a tremendous cheer rang out.
“His Highness has arrived! Cheer up everyone!”
“The King himself came to support! Now we have won!”
“Even if you cut off the head of the Duke of Brussels, the territory and special promotion to the 3rd rank are guaranteed! Let’s change the arms!”
On the other hand, the soldiers led by the Duke of Brussels cried out in despair.
“That goddamned King Creutel has come. The White Reaper, wrapped in black smoke from gunpowder, has descended!”
“90% Of the heroic stories of emperors and kings in other countries are false, but that story about the White Reaper is real!”
I saw the scene and in order to further encourage the soldiers, I snatched the flag of the Kingdom of Creutel from the rider’s hand, waved it like crazy, and shouted.
“After the volley, the spearmen stand in the lead, and the rest of the soldiers, except for the designated marksman, charge at once with sub-weapons such as knives!
Soon after, the soldiers fired a volley to suppress the spirit of the SS and the soldiers of the Elain Empire, and then prepared to charge the pikemen in the lead.
In the battles so far, I’ve fought using the conveniences of civilization such as cannons, guns, and gunpowder, so I’ve never seen or commanded a charge like this…
Historically, it is one of the tactics that could be used very effectively if ordered in a timely manner until machine guns were massively supplied to the battlefield.
And it is also one of the most romantic scenes in Modern Warfare.
“Your Highness is watching. Spearmen, aim your spear at their necks! It pushes into one room.”
“You are a hammer! Just ignorantly beat it up! If you don’t have a spear, take a sword, if you don’t have a sword, hit it with your gauntlet and greaves!”
At the same time, the soldiers charged and shouted at the soldiers led by the Duke of Brussels, who were about 20 meters away.
“Long live His Highness! Long live the Kingdom of Creutel!!”
Kreutel’s soldiers advanced as if they had become a single bullet after being united with the utmost morale.
The soldiers of the Duke of Brussels fired their matchlocks to counter the charge, but…
With just one shot, two shots flying by, they couldn’t even slow down the speed, let alone subdue the soldiers rushing into a mass.
No, rather, every time the bullets ricochet…
“Is there any bastard who gets hit by bullets that don’t have a pulse? Just die, you idiot!”
As I proceeded with provocation like this, the vanguard soldiers about 50 meters away from me collided with the left wing of the Elaine Empire.
Then, the soldiers of the Imperial Army, who were demoralized by the tremendous breakthrough power of the Creutel army, began to collapse without any resistance, just like foot soldiers killed by the knights’ charge.
“Long live His Highness!”
“Caught one! Sons of a b*tch, where are the SS that have fallen so weak?”
“Yes, since he is not wearing armor, he is just a serf soldier of the Imperial Army, you fool!”
Looking at that scene, I could understand why the bayonet charge did not disappear even after the machine gun, a weapon of mass destruction, was supplied in units of units.
Because those guys who couldn’t be penetrated easily when they were attacking with matchlocks are now being pierced like a knife through the head.
So, from the second lieutenants who tasted this taste to the captain, they must have been unable to break free from the taste of the charge.
It works so well, how can I give up so easily…
“Your Highness, here is a loaded matchlock.”
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And I received a sniper rifle delivered by one of the soldiers and shot the knight on the horse who caught my eye even in the midst of a melee.
Including the time I’ve already lived here and the time I’ve lived in Korea, it’s been 25 years since I’ve shot a gun myself… Is shooting training in Korea worthwhile? .
The bullet hit the back end of the knight on horseback, and he soon fell off his horse.
The adjutants who saw it shouted in unison.
“Your Highness has shot the enemy knight! Spent in one room. Let’s do our best too!”
After hearing those words, the morale of the allies pierced the sky, and the morale of the enemy soldiers felt more and more driven to the ground.
As I followed the momentum of the soldiers charging, I saw in front of me a double wearing the same armor worn by the Duke of Brussels and accompanied by the Duke of Brussels’ lion flag.
No, judging by the voice you hear when conducting, it looks like a real Duke of Brussels…
Anyway, with the current momentum, if he kills that guy, even if he’s a double, and spreads rumors that the Duke of Brussels is dead…
There will be great agitation on the enemy’s left wing, and then the left wing of the Imperial Army will collapse beyond reconstruction.
With that thought in mind, I received a loaded sniper rifle from a nearby soldier, aimed it at the chest of a man who looked like the Duke of Brussels, and pulled the trigger.
Black smoke and popping noises spread around, and the targeted man clutched at his chest and collapsed.
Then the duke’s bodyguards…
“What is dead here now is a double! The Duke of Brussels is alive. Don’t panic!!”
I shouted like this, but I couldn’t help it.
“Ciel von Creutel, the King of the Kingdom of Creutel, shot and killed the Duke of Brussels! Your regent is now dead!! Run away if you want to live!!! I will not pursue those who run away!”
Like slapping a child who wants to cry, I’ll spread a rumor that the duke is dead to you guys who have lost their morale.
Actually, it may not be a rumor. Like stepping on a mouse while stepping backwards on an elephant, the guy I shot could be the Duke of Brussels.
What really matters is convincing the demoralized Imperial Army that the dead man is the Duke of Brussels.
It will work really well.