167 – Mercenary Captain Martin’s First Departure (7)
There are two reasons why I put on this performance even while wasting my Aurors.
The first is to put visual pressure on the mercenaries and soldiers under Baron Alba who are approaching in front of them, thereby drastically lowering their morale.
They kindly responded as much as I had hoped, or perhaps even more.
The new recruits were astonished to see a performance in which fire spewed out from the sword held by the mercenary leader, whom they had never seen before.
“Ugh, sh*t. Why is fire spewing out of the sword? “A wizard?!”
Whether it is a regular soldier under the Baron or a first-, second-, or third-class mercenary unit, those who are considered the most elite or are at the level of a mercenary leader are at least an ‘Expert Beginner’ level.
As a result, those who have eaten a little bit of Jjambab have seen an expert-level knight or mercenary cut off the body of a person wearing steel armor with a sword more than once…
If you, as a knight who uses an auror, work hard and spit out blood, you can rise to expert beginner level even if you do not have much talent. However, from intermediate level, you cannot rise through effort alone unless your natural talent supports it.
Therefore, new recruits not only rarely meet people with a level higher than ‘intermediate level’, but also have no information about them, so they have little idea of what they can do.
‘And humans are afraid of what they do not know.’
Some soldiers who saw fire spouting from their swords had not even engaged in a full-scale fight yet, but their faces turned white and they had already peed their pants.
“f*ck! “How do you fight something like that?”
Even the senior members of the enemy army swallowed their saliva and could not hide their nervousness.
“f*ck you, it’s Expert Intermediate.”
And the opposite effect occurred to our allies who saw it.
Century Schumacher shouted in a loud voice.
“Captain Martin is fighting with us! “Don’t be scared!”
With those words, all of our mercenaries let out shouts of heartfelt cheer.
“Long live Captain Martin!”
“Long live the Whitebeard Mercenaries!”
“Let’s kill all the enemies!”
He reached the level of expert intermediate level, turned a former mercenary leader into a baron, turned around the lives of those who had been mercenaries with him, and successfully trained newly recruited mercenaries, and is proud of the fact that he is doing a great job even though it is his first real battle.
I guess it’s because all of these factors come together that morale has increased so much.
“Even if those guys over there are trash, don’t let your guard down! “Keep the polearms in formation as much as possible!”
If you have become familiar and proficient in using a sword to the point of using an auror, in other cases, it is much more advantageous to use a longer weapon.
It’s not for nothing that people who specialize in sword fighting in Korea say that you need three times the skill to beat someone who uses a spear with a sword.
“If the first row stabs, the second row supports!”
When that order was given, trumpets began to sound from the unit commanded by Baron Alba.
With the sound of the trumpet as a signal, the guys started running like crazy wild boars.
Charging at us holding long spears like that is an action that would make us suspect that the commander is mentally ill… But now is an exception.
‘If even the Baron retreats to reorganize in this situation, his head will be blown off for violating military orders.’
I guess they would rather attack with force and induce a melee.
But now that we know that number, they have no choice but to be screwed.
The soldiers under Baron Alba also seemed to know this and were almost crying and charging in a state of despair.
“aaahhh, f*ck!!”
The sight of him running while cursing to chase away his fears seems pitiful.
But our good and humanitarian soldiers instantly freed those friends from fear.
In the form of killing by stabbing vital areas such as the neck, chest, and stomach.
Some guy expressed his anger at the enemy in front of him and stabbed him to death.
“Die, you dirty bastards!”
The guys who had a decent amount of money laughed at the guys who were dying.
“So, who wants to throw away the pole and charge?”
Those who escaped the polearms in the first row were stabbed to death by the spears of other guys in the second and third rows.
“Ugh, sh*t!”
Our soldiers in the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rows killed the soldiers charging toward us, as if they were filtering food through a meticulous sieve.
However, because the number was so large, there were many more who were not properly filtered out.
If I hold the polearm like this, those who manage to get within the gap between the polearms will run rampant with their swords and slaughter the soldiers I personally used.
I can’t watch such a cruel act with my eyes open…
“Put down the spear! “Put down your spear and pull out your sword or mace!”
When the enemy puts down his spear and starts a dog fight, the right thing to do is to accept the dog fight like a real man.
I also circulated auras throughout my body and began preparing to cut down the guys approaching me.
Hold the handle of the sword as tightly as possible with both hands.
“Die, you dirty bastard!”
I blew off the head of a brave guy who was trying to hit me on the head with a mace.
Looking around, I saw that the veteran soldiers were recklessly swinging their swords and simply killing the running scum. Sometimes, when they encountered their rivals, they fought seriously with their weapons clashing.
And yet, those guys are giving very appropriate instructions to their subordinates.
“3 People in a group! “Fight as a group of three!”
Some guy gave instructions while piercing the enemy’s armpit with his sword.
“Don’t act like you’re a hero! “The baby dies first!”
Strictly speaking, one bastard can cause up to several soldiers around him to die…
Instructions on the battlefield should be as concise as possible, so that’s right.
Everyone seems to be doing well, so I think for now I just need to look at the overall situation and give appropriate instructions.
Even though I gave them so much fear that I had no reason to trust them, there was one person after another who kept running towards me. I’ll have to cut them up.
“Baron Alba, come out now, this old Martin will treat you politely!”
I threw out a provocative comment and killed the guys approaching me one by one.
Because the aura was wrapped around a sword made of mithril alloy, enemies wearing decent armor were cut smoothly, as if spamming with a little bit of exaggeration.
‘Is this why Captain Dalton never stopped nagging me to use a good sword?’
And the blood that spurted out as I cut down the enemy soldier stained my armor red.
“Only those who want to die come forward!”
When I provoked him like that, the guys coming in front of me hesitated for a moment.
“f*ck you, you monster.”
Are you not aware that calling me a monster means acknowledging that I am too strong to deal with you?
Or do you want to say something swearing even though you know it?
“Then why not try dying from that monster!”
I killed each and every one of those who said such things so that they would not be able to say such things.
After fighting with the enemy soldiers for about 5 minutes, I could feel their spirit dying.
The first charge was blocked by long spears, and subsequent melees failed to achieve the desired results…
Even if I were Baron Alba, I would hesitate to keep charging his army.
In the meantime, I looked around and saw that our soldiers were moving very well according to the training I had put into them to the point of admiration.
The new soldier blocked or attacked the enemy’s attack coming towards him…
“Die, you son of a b*tch!”
Afterwards, one or two senior soldiers blew off the heads of enemy soldiers who were preoccupied with killing new recruits.
“Our new recruit is doing well.”
It may seem like they are using the new recruits as meat shields by putting them at the front, but the seniors behind them are watching the new recruits with their eyes wide open.
“Die, you scum! Uh? Ahh!”
When I looked in the direction where the enemy’s puzzled voice came from, there was an old soldier there smiling at the newbie in front of him.
“Baby, you can push harder. “We are watching from behind.”
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Seeing how well the soldiers are working together thanks to the training like dogs… My shoulders lift for no reason.
As I have said hundreds or thousands of times in training, if you act like a dog in training, the soldiers will be useless in actual combat.
I was dealing with the guys running towards me, but this time, a knight in armor that looked like a famous enemy soldier ran towards me.
“How dare you, a lowly mercenary leader, make fun of Baron Alba’s army! “Horthy Parthia, a senior knight of the Alba Baron family, will deal with you!!”
He doesn’t look like he’s very talented, but his spirit is truly amazing.
Ah, are you a fool who wants to throw away his life because of honor and the pride of being a knight?
Seeing that he spoke for a long time and even revealed his affiliation and name… I think my guess is correct.
“If Hilde had looked half as old, I wouldn’t have laughed at her.”
“You’re noisy, you lowly bastard!”
The guy swung his sword at me.
Because he was a knight who knew how to use auras, it was difficult to deflect his sword with one blow and immediately blow off his head or other parts…
‘If you’re so pretentious, you should deal with me like a mercenary.’
I blocked his attack with my sword and then immediately kicked him in the waist with my right leg.
“Ugh!”
The noble Lord Horthy fell to the ground.
“Is the Lord really strong?”
After laughing once, he launched his body in the direction the guy flew.
‘Decapitation with a single knife’
It seemed like he couldn’t come to his senses because he was blown away.
Only when I was almost there did the knight raise his sword to defend himself.
I stabbed the guy in the neck and killed him.
“The head of Horthy Parthia, a high-ranking knight of the Baron Alba family, has been cut off by Martin Mayer, the mercenary leader of the Whitebeard Mercenaries!”
When I shouted in such a loud voice, the enemies seemed to flinch for a moment…
They didn’t even think about backing down, and concentrated their forces even more towards us.
“Kill!!! “Kill every single one of them!!!”