112 – Battle of Soelden Plain (2)
As soon as the order to prepare for impact was given, the platoon leaders under me repeated their names.
“Prepare for shock! “We will soon collide with the enemy!”
“The archers and wizards fall through the gap between the spearmen!”
“Don’t die because it’s too late to fall back! “There is no such thing as dog death!”
When the blind date was made, even those who had been walking silently, listening to the window and looking down, also raised their heads and looked straight ahead.
I also now stared straight at the guys in front of our hundred people.
It seems like there are some gaps.
When you try to dig in, it’s a solid formation that looks like you can’t break through, and the soldiers aren’t scared even in the face of carnage between allies and enemies.
It looks like the connection between the commanders of each unit is going well, and it looks like the opponent in front of them will not be an easy one.
‘How can we minimize the sacrifice of our allies?’
As we were contemplating on the verge of collision, the guys in front of us started taunting us.
“Put down your spear and pray for your life, you bastards.”
“You guys look like a pizza that got stepped on by a horse.”
“I feel sorry for those babies who look as weak as a skull.”
Those who fall for this simple provocation are impatient or incompetent.
So, even if they rip me off by s*xually harassing Karin and Lucia, I have to remain calm for now.
Not only me but all the soldiers under my command must remain calm.
I responded so that the soldiers would not be upset by such cheap taunts.
“This is bullsh*t from cowardly peepers who will pee their pants if they don’t shout ‘I’m not scared!’ With such trashy provocations. “Pay attention and just follow my instructions!”
No reply came back, but this is enough.
So, the distance between us and the enemy until the spear reaches it is 10 steps, 8 steps, 5 steps, and 3 steps.
“Now is the time, take one step back! “Take a step back!”
It was an absurd and strange order to take a step back when the enemy had to be killed by stabbing his/her neck, but the soldiers under my command immediately followed the order.
Then, Dalton next to me gave the same orders to the entire mercenary unit as I had given.
“One step back! Then, stab them when their spears explode!”
The White Beard mercenaries all took a step back with the enemy in front of them.
If we were dealing with guys with guns, it wouldn’t make any difference if everyone retreated just one step at the same time…
If the Rhine-Palatinate Sundae and all the soldiers of the Whitebeard Mercenaries are using long spears, which are approximately 3 to 4 meters long and are weapons exclusively for close combat…
Just increasing the distance a little can have a greater effect than you think…
And as we retreated, the enemy mercenary unit rang out in unison, telling us to attack all at once.
“Stab and kill!”
The enemy mercenaries hurled their spears at our vital points to penetrate the gaps between our armor…
“Huh? What the f*ck?!”
Many of the guys who had practiced stabbing in the ‘right place’ with simple movements in actual combat or training were embarrassed by that alone.
It is only a few seconds, but it is enough to open a hole in the enemy’s head.
Dalton shouted before me in a loud voice.
“Stab!”
As soon as our mercenaries heard those words, they stabbed the enemy’s neck or vital points at a speed that was almost like an automatic reflex.
Instantly, those who were stabbed by the spear bled to death.
“I can’t believe I fell for this trick.”
“You guys are like dogs…”
“Mom, f*ck…”
According to the instincts engraved in their bodies, they clutched their wounds and struggled to survive, but they could not avoid death as they had already been stabbed by a spear.
All of our mercenary soldiers cheered when they saw that.
“f*ck it, let’s just keep going like this!”
“Maintain formation! “Connect the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rows correctly!”
“Let’s just push those foolish gomtaengs out!”
Just as it is said that ‘well begun is half done’ when starting something, in a hand-to-hand combat like this, who takes the lead in the first attack and defense determines the direction of victory or defeat.
‘If I were to exaggerate a bit, I would say we’re halfway there.’
Instead of being happy about this situation, I calmed down my emotions to find an opportunity for our white team to perform a little more.
After a quick glance, I noticed that about 1/3 of the soldiers in the first line were killed in this first clash, which caused cracks in the enemy mercenary formation.
If this continues, enemy soldiers in the second and third rows will fill the gap, prolonging the attack and defense, and the sacrifices of our troops will increase.
“Push them all away with this momentum! Charge!”
When I ordered the soldiers to charge, they were momentarily embarrassed because they had lost the initial battle of wits, and slowly began to be pushed back by our white troops.
Dalton was already pushing the enemy mercenaries like me.
“Kill every single one of them! Hurry up, time is not on our side!”
As all of the mercenaries, including Dalton, attacked at once, the formation of the mercenaries we were dealing with gradually broke and collapsed.
As we watched the scene, the executives of the enemy mercenary unit began to raise their swords to overcome this situation.
“Step back and regroup!”
“I, the platoon leader of the White Hound Mercenaries, will step forward myself!”
“Get your formation right!”
The fact that high-ranking people are stepping forward is the same as saying that the enemy mercenaries are also now throwing a bet here…
“Should I leave soon?”
After thinking for a moment, I also drew my sword and moved forward, cutting through the infantry.
“I don’t know if it’s a white hound or a mutt, but is there anyone who can deal with Martin Mayer, the centurion of the Whitebeard mercenaries?”
When they heard my name, they showed a moment of disapproval.
“Is it that crazy dog?”
“I heard that you fought under Baron Pappenheim.”
“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”
It was a bit annoying to see guys acting like cowards, saying, “They’re not girls, but…”
It was a moment when I felt rewarded for flying around in the Rhine-Palatinate Empire, trying to fight 5,000 people with 2,000 men with Pappenheim or capturing the enemy count.
As a mercenary who lives by fame and dies by fame, I am so moved that I finally have people who recognize me, so much so that I am almost in tears.
‘We must kill him as quickly and painlessly as possible.’
When I came out, they cowardly came running in a group, some of whom were said to be skilled in their own mercenary corps.
The number is about 5 people, and their level is lower than mine, but if you have been working with them for a long time, they can be quite annoying.
“……. f*ck, this won’t be easy, right?”
As I grumbled like this, they gained momentum and ran towards me.
“Oscar! You are on the left, Prinz is on the right! The remaining three go from the front!”
Seeing as he has his own tactics for dealing with strong opponents, it doesn’t seem like he’s an easy opponent.
They ran towards me like they were Admiral Yi Sun-sin, but…
‘If you hit them from the front, you will be surrounded by them.’
Judging that, I quickly ran to the left.
“Go left! “Change formation!”
The guys turned clockwise around the guy on the right and tried to surround me, but I was faster as I was an expert.
Then the guy named Oscar clenched his teeth and prepared to block my attack.
“You’re quite brave.”
Though the difference in level and skill between being brave and him and me is something that cannot be bridged.
I rotated my body clockwise and swung the knife toward the neck.
Oscar tried to stop it with his sword, but…
‘I’m caught, it’s a double body.’
I spewed out all the aura in the middle of the turn and completely handled the acceleration applied to my body with my right foot.
He stabbed the person named Oscar in the neck.
“The guy who did this.”
Behind me, the other guys gritted their teeth and shouted.
“Yes, you bastard! “How dare you win Oscar!”
“Weak people talk a lot.”
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At the same time as I said those words, I turned, put my aura on the ground, hit the ground hard, and flew to the back of the guys who were circling clockwise.
“Huh?”
“Stop it!”
The guy I just targeted was lucky enough to block my sword, but he couldn’t block my kick.
“f*ck you, damn it.”
The guy who was kicked by his foot flew far away and collided with a soldier from his mercenary unit.
Then he pierced the gap between the armor of the guy in front of him and killed him…
The remaining two people quickly ran towards me.
Did your eyes roll back after experiencing a disaster in which two people died in an instant and one was sent flying far away?
‘There is no chance of winning if you face it head on…’
I once again imagined the level that Baron Ainz had shown me last time, and quickly circulated the aura in my entire body.
I gained confidence that I could do anything.
“…….. What I’m aiming for is armor.”
The expert’s level is such that he can cut even steel…
Instead of concentrating all my effort to avoid the attacks of the two guys running in front of me, I delivered a faster and stronger blow.
Then the sensation of cutting steel and human bones, muscles, and flesh came to my hands.
He slashed the waists of one, or rather, two people wearing steel armor at the same time.
Is this really what I wielded?
And at the same time as I said that, I heard a huge cheer behind me, or a little before that, I heard Karin’s voice.
On the battlefield, unlike usual, she always uses honorifics…
“Colonel Martin! “The Red Roses next to us have now raised a flag requesting assistance!”