111 – Battle of Soelden Plain (1)
A month later, Soelden Plain.
Otto sighed as he looked at the enemy across from him.
“It is full of Rhine-Palatinate bastards, from the left end to the right end. In another mercenary unit
When I went on reconnaissance, it was said to be 30,000. “When I look at it like this, it looks like a lot of things.”
The square made by 500 members of our Whitebeard mercenary unit is about 80 meters wide and 50 meters long.
And 30,000 people is 60 times the number of 500 men, so roughly speaking, the width of the formation with 30,000 people encamped is 4.8Km…
‘If you can see all that at a glance, you’re not a person.’
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Carin, an elf, and Lucia, a fox beast, have better eyesight than me, so will they be able to see everything?
“Still, our numbers are not small, Platoon Commander Otto. “Isn’t it like 24,000?”
Otto laughed like crazy after hearing what I said.
“I’ve only seen a few people, other than the real commander, laugh like this in a situation where our troops are 20% smaller than the enemy’s. And those noblemen generally achieved success. So, if you ever leave the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps and become independent, please take me with you. Honestly, if you get a title like Baron or Viscount, wouldn’t you give Otto a knighthood as well?”
Although Otto is now my subordinate, he is a veteran who has been recognized for his abilities while working as a mercenary for over 20 years.
When I hear from him that I can become successful, I shrug for no reason.
‘I guess he was trying to relieve my tension before the battle.’
And looking at Otto’s voice and expression, I can feel his sincerity.
“Our senior platoon leader should provide us with land like a yolk.”
“Thank you so much, my child.”
As we were chatting like that, the sound of a trumpet announcing the departure rang out.
“Go forth! Charge forward!”
“It’s time to clearly show the power of the Medici Republic!”
“Long live the Medici union! Victory to the Medici family!”
I laughed out loud while listening to that story.
No, 65% of the army you command now are mercenaries like our Whitebeard mercenaries. What is the power of your family?
No, they hired us with the taxes they earned from their fiefdoms and business, so if you think about it, it’s their power.
While thinking such random thoughts, the Whitebeard mercenaries followed suit and marched towards the enemy camp.
Platoon commanders, ten-member commanders, and senior mercenaries began to look for new recruits.
“Just do as trained! “Don’t think about unnecessary things!”
“Don’t you have to pay for the meat and alcohol you got yesterday and the price for giving you the woman! “You guy that looks like pizza.”
“If you just follow the orders of our centurion, you won’t be put to death! So don’t think with your head!”
The reason why soldiers are wanted before confronting the enemy in war is not because of absurdity, but because it completely eliminates the space for idle thoughts in their heads.
Because, even though I have been at the crossroads of life and death many times, my heart starts pounding and I feel afraid when I hear that war is about to begin.
When recruits and young soldiers who see the enemy approaching from ahead do something called ‘thinking’, they become consumed by fear and fear and are unable to do their job.
‘Even if you know that if you desert on the battlefield, you will be killed immediately, and if you hesitate incorrectly, you will be whipped to death, there is nothing you can do if you are overcome with fear.’
When the distance to the enemies got somewhat closer, I raised my auror from my Danjeon and spoke in a loud voice.
“Attention Martin Baekbaeng!”
There was no answer, but he spoke in a loud voice, so everyone must have heard him.
“A month ago, a Red Rose mercenary leader with a face like a toad came and said this to us. “Our mercenary unit has finally reached the top rank, so what did we do to get there?”
I did repay the humiliation I received back then, but when a man like me is insulted, I tend to remember it for quite a long time.
So, I will fully repay you here today.
Since they are not enemies, I have no intention of fighting them sword-to-sword, or killing them since they did not ‘directly’ f*ck up our mercenaries like that Pappenheim guy…
‘Teachers said that at school, right? ‘The best revenge is to show that you are successful.’
“So, when I told them about our mercenary corps’ activities, I kept my mouth shut. But isn’t that enough!?”
Everyone in the hundred responded unanimously to what I said.
“Yes, it is!”
“Shouldn’t we break their nose and destroy them?”
“You have to show a great example!”
This is a great answer, befitting mercenaries who live by their pride and die by their pride.
“Okay, then of course we will be the most active in this battle today! Let’s go on a rampage and show the Rhine-Palatinate sausages what they’re doing!”
When I shouted this, everyone shouted.
After a while, the enemies came into our range.
With the sound of trumpets, everyone, regardless of whether they were mercenaries belonging to the Medici army or regular soldiers of the nobility, began to shout loudly.
“Prepare for long-distance combat! “The wizards and archers of each unit should shoot before the enemy does!”
“Shooting one more magic shot or arrow determines victory or defeat in the war!”
“Don’t leave a single person alive!”
After receiving those instructions, I also gestured with my hands and instructed the wizards and archers to take the lead.
“Bow your head and look beneath the ground! “If you raise your head, you will get an arrow stuck in your face or hair!”
First, Karin and other archers fired arrows like a rain of arrows.
In particular, Karin is a very good archer and sniper.
She gave an order that seemed to understand how to use the bow at times like this.
“Shoot anywhere! No sniping from this distance! Just pull the bow string as much as you can and shoot appropriately!”
At a distance of about 150 meters, honestly, the most efficient way to kill an enemy is to just keep grinding rather than aiming at the enemy and shooting with a bow.
That command to shoot wildly shows how well Karin understands the bow.
And arrows rained down in our direction as well.
The shadow created by the arrow blocking the sunlight looked like a black line drawn in the sky.
When I saw that, I quickly covered my face.
“Arrows are flying! “Don’t raise your head!”
As soon as he finished speaking, arrows rained down on his allies.
“f*ck you!”
There were soldiers who died after barely shouting a single curse.
“My eyes, oh my eyes!”
I wonder if I might raise my face and experience a disaster where an arrow goes through my face shield, so I can’t see it clearly because I have my head down…
The guy who was shouting that his eyes hurt must have raised his head, disobeying the command not to raise his head.
You idiot, why don’t you open your ears and listen when others speak, tsk.
Even in such a situation, our wizards chanted magic without wavering.
“The flame that burns the enemy, fireball!”
“Lightning, strike down! Thunderbolt!”
“Fire! Judge your enemies! Fireball!”
……. There is no definite definition of a magic chant, and it is said that it is a means for the wizard to strengthen his concentration by reciting it with his mouth in order to focus on magic.
Sometimes, when I listen to this, I feel dizzy.
Still, its power is certain, and it cannot be helped that it is absolutely necessary.
As magic and arrows were rampant, whispers began to be heard from all over, including our hundred people.
“f*ck it, save people!”
“It’s hot, damn it’s hot!”
“aaah my body, my body!”
I never get used to the screams a person makes while feeling the pain of death.
Some of the new soldiers began to slowly come to their senses.
One guy said with tears in his eyes even as he took his steps forward.
“Ugh, not like this! “This is not it!”
The senior person next to me educated that guy by hitting him with a beating.
“Did you stick the concept in a hole in the ground yesterday? “Come to your senses and only think about survival!”
Someone else started running towards me.
The guy who was crying, squeezing out all the snot and even drooling, was holding a weapon, but was flailing his arms and legs.
‘The training of new recruits this time was a bit lacking, but could it be that such an idiot showed up?’
It is rare to see such a low-level coward, indeed.
“I want to go back! No matter how much I think about it, this isn’t it!”
I didn’t even tell him to stop.
There was no reason to talk to someone who was going to die soon anyway, and there was no need to stop them.
No, it would be better to make it an example of what happens if you die here and try to ‘desert’.
It’s a little sad from a personal point of view, but what can you do?
Now, as the centurion leader of this mercenary army, I must fulfill my duty to end that idiot’s unfortunate life.
“Move aside, Centurion! “I’m going back home!”
“You idiot, the place you are going is not home, but hell.”
I could just cut off his head cleanly and send him off in peace, but it would be better to set an example here…
‘Cut your waist.’
I cut the guy’s waist with a sword without even putting on an auror.
With one swing of the sword, I succeeded in cutting the guy’s spine in one go.
‘Now you can do tricks like this without using an auror?’
It was a sad situation to personally kill the deserter, but those feelings melted away in the face of evidence proving that my skills had improved.
“Suffer and die there, you idiot. “Are other people going out to fight with spears because they are idiots?”
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The guy just kept screaming incomprehensibly.
After establishing my own discipline, I immediately gave orders to the soldiers.
“Martin Centurion, prepare for conflict with the enemy!”