116 – Battle of Soelden Plains (6)
When I heard that story, I cheered.
“f*ck, yeah. It has to be like this! Even the red roses are useful!”
In order to magnify the scale of the feat we accomplished alone, it would naturally receive higher praise if the Whitebeard mercenaries defeated the Black Brothers mercenaries on their own.
‘But that’s too simplistic an idea.’
Even in sports such as soccer, where 11 players play on a team, a person who tries to do everything by himself will never rise to the position of ‘national team’ even if his skills are at the level of Messi.
If you want to become a mercenary unit that goes beyond the top and is recognized by everyone even on the battlefield where you have to work together with thousands or even tens of thousands of allies, you need the ability to make other people, even low-level soldiers, do their part.
The Red Roses are not at the level of decommissioning, but they are retreating after suffering damage on the verge of annihilation…
Can we even make those guys active on the battlefield again?
When His Excellency the Medici Commander-in-Chief hears this news, he will no doubt clap his hands in surprise and praise our Whitebeard mercenaries.
“Ha, our reputation in the Medici Republic will go up very hotly.”
On the other hand, the guys blocking my path gritted their teeth and looked at me with a look of fear on their faces.
“Why is that crazy son of a b*tch like that?”
I was bothered by that comment, so I didn’t respond and just cut it down.
When I cut off the scared guy’s head, he turned his back on this world and left without any regrets.
“You should speak kindly before you die, bastard.”
He’s already lost his head, so it’s already too late to reflect on anything, but whether you go to hell or heaven, watch your mouth.
Then, I decided to inform them of the ‘cruel reality’ in order to lower the morale of those who are currently fighting against our white army and to break through the gap.
“The Red Rose Mercenaries are coming to kill you!”
At those words, all their eyes focused on me.
I guess it’s because it’s surprising that there’s a crazy person who says with his own mouth advanced information about an enemy mercenary troop ambushing him.
But there is a reason why I said that the red roses would come back.
‘Of course, if the Red Roses come to fight back, there’s no way they won’t be seen in this vast plain. In fact, there is no surprise effect.’
At this time, the white guys who heard my story cheered.
“Red Rose Those perverts are coming to help us!”
Guys like Otto who were fighting near me shrugged their shoulders and fought excitedly as if they had already won.
“Pick it? If you mess up, you’ll die! “Reinforcements are coming soon!”
Let us fight, even with Otto and other senior members of our centenarians confidently saying, ‘Reinforcements are coming’…
Our morale was on fire, like pouring oil on a burning bonfire.
“Long live Centurion Martin!”
“Every single one of the black brothers is dead!”
“Everyone here today is going to be mourned!”
As the morale of the friendly forces burned like oil on fire, it was noticed that the morale of the enemy troops fell significantly in return.
Even though we were chasing after them with swords, there was one guy who looked to the side, wondering if reinforcements from the Red Roses were really coming.
“Huh, what the f*ck?”
Those guys are usually slapped and given a proper education by the ten leader or fellow mercenaries right next to them…
“You crazy bastard, are you out of your mind? “Don’t be distracted by tricks like that!”
Or, his head was cut off by the swords of our white bastards.
“Hey, thank you for helping Brother Baker get promoted to Captain of the Ten, bastard.”
The reinforcements, who are bound to get caught anyway, are being used like this when they haven’t arrived yet…
I think it was a really good idea.
“Die!”
“You are the one who dies.”
I turned my gaze towards the direction of the sound and swung my Auror-filled sword vigorously.
The head of the guy where the knife passed was blown off.
‘Seeing such a stupid bastard come out, it seems like morale has fallen to a very low point.’
This is s*x, f*ck.
When morale was lowered like this, the high-ranking members of the enemy mercenary force had their flag bearers wave their flags.
A huge shout containing Aura rang out along with the sound of the trumpeters’ trumpets.
“You idiots! Everyone gather under your platoon leader! “We start again from scratch!”
When I heard that, I smiled from under my helmet to the point where my ears were splitting.
When your soldiers are cornered like this, rebuilding the ‘formation’ like those idiots is a good move that is close to standard.
That’s true, if you compare 100 people who have become a fluttering, fluttering unit because of the enemy army, and 100 people who have rebuilt their formation and have solid defense again…
Of course, those who have rearranged their formation are much more difficult and complicated to deal with…
‘The problem is that there are times when they completely disperse in the process of gathering together to reorganize their formation.’
And if we take advantage of that opportunity, those idiots will not be able to avoid becoming our food.
“Stop Martin!”
When I gave the order, our mercenaries immediately stopped on the spot.
“Stop! Stop! “Stop!”
“Are you reorganizing your formation?”
“Are we going to reorganize and join again?”
I shook my head at those words.
I’m planning on exploiting someone else’s loophole, but why am I just sitting around leisurely reorganizing my formation?
To put it bluntly, right now I am in such a hurry that even the 3 minutes needed to boil cup ramen is a waste.
“When I run out, I run at that signal!”
With that being said, I found a unit among the Black Brothers mercenary units in front of us that had a lot of guys who were particularly awkward at moving.
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Even at military training centers, when new trainees are told to gather in four rows, they don’t know what that means, so it takes an extremely long time to stand in four rows.
The lower the training and combat power of the soldiers, the longer it takes to form a formation.
‘And getting through those guys is more efficient than anything else.’
While my eyes were shining like that, an appetizing bag caught my eye.
The other guys had about 50% of their formation completed, but they were a standout unit because there were still a lot of them struggling.
“The trash you see over there is our bread! “Kill them all!”
It was a bit strange even after I said it, but we white guys didn’t find fault with such trivial things.
“Follow Centurion Martin and charge forward!”
“Let’s go in and pick off those damn bastards!”
“Don’t miss the centurion! If you miss, you die!”
I ran towards the shabby unit seen over there, and the Black Brothers mercenaries who saw it reacted passionately.
“Stop there! Stop it there!”
With those words, the mercenary corps, who had already formed their formation and were considered ‘elite’, rushed to support us.
“Martin Mayer! “Just stand there and criticize me!”
No, what idiot actually stands when told to stand?
So, feeling like a tree frog, I circulated my aurors with all my might and ran as fast as I could towards the stationary unit over there.
No, the perceived speed exceeds the speed at which a horse gallops, so should I say it’s flying at this point?
It feels really good to be able to run like this, cutting through the wind with my legs.
“Whew, this is war.”
I feel a completely different kind of pleasure from my head to my toes than when I hugged Lucia and Karin.
Isn’t this why people become addicted to war?
After running like that for about 10 seconds, I soon arrived near the ragtag unit that I had targeted.
It was a good thing that they stopped forming a formation when they saw that I was coming, but…
But because of that, the formation has become a mess, more like a square roughly drawn by a 5-year-old child, and some people are aiming their swords or weapons…
‘You look so weak that you have to yawn.’
At that moment, the guy who was aiming the spear in front of me was crazy because he wanted to show that he was a new soldier…
The tip of the knife is shaking, and uh… This guy’s lower body is already wet?
He is a poor man who went to war to make money just like me, but ended up ending his life as a ‘meat shield’.
He swung his sword at my neck with the intention of still surviving somehow…
“Slow.”
This is not a metaphor, but the sword was 10 times slower than me, so of course it couldn’t even touch my armor.
And its head fell to the ground, so you don’t have to be afraid of dying anymore.
‘When you die, you don’t have to worry about dying, so please go to heaven after you die.’
After thinking about such things for a while and fighting hard, I succeeded in breaking through the weakest unit with the guys in my unit.
“Good, I got through it!”
“Ask the mercenary leader to come out!”
“Captain Martin is giving me raw fish with all his might!”
When everyone’s momentum is up and they are performing appropriately…
Finally, from behind the enemy army, a very irritated mercenary leader appeared in our direction, swearing twice.
“f*ck, are you Martin Mayer?”