169 – One more time, one more advance (1)
The distance from the battlefield where death and killing battles take place to the rear is as much as 1km away.
Therefore, it takes quite a long time to take turns and walk to the main base…
Just as an office worker who has used up all his stamina at work automatically gains strength that he did not have on his way home from work, our mercenary soldiers are now talking and laughing as if there was a time when they almost collapsed from exhaustion.
I am walking alone, guarding the rear in preparation for any unexpected situation.
“I probably killed three enemy soldiers today. At this level, wouldn’t you be able to recommend promotion to senior mercenary?”
“Oh, I’ll see what you’re doing tomorrow and recommend it.”
“If you don’t get promoted this time, you’ll be left behind in promotions by the Harbor guy. “It’s not like I’m not capable, right?”
“You have to be lucky to get promoted. “If that’s unfair, then fight like our captain.”
The soldiers were all excited and boasting to each other about how successful they had been in this battle, which was very nice to see.
‘When you do not perform well in war or are defeated, the road to return is so quiet…’
After walking for about 15 minutes, I could see the smoke coming from the rear as a meal was being prepared.
I don’t know what they prepared specifically, but I was very thankful that they prepared something to eat for us who were like dogs.
“Count Dion, this guy is quite a nice guy.”
Next time I receive a commission from Montmartre, I will have to do it in the direction of serving under Count Dion.
It is rare to find nobles who can give such small but important considerations, and in general, people in any field who take actions that will greatly touch the soldiers are almost all competent.
And the soldiers who saw that shouted loudly.
Some guys laughed heartily.
“After this old man ran amok today, I felt like I was starving to death. “Are these gentlemen thankfully preparing something to eat?”
Hearing those words, the guy next to me slapped the guy on the back.
“If you just listen to what you say, you talk as if you’ve been accused of being a knight-errant? “All I did was cut two pieces of trash recruits.”
“What is that, dude? Anyway, there are two supply and demand.”
“Yes, I killed three people. “Then I fought better than you.”
The difference in killing 2 or 3 enemy soldiers can honestly be said to be a difference in luck rather than skill, but they fight in such an affectionate and childish manner.
As expected, men seem to have a childlike side even when they get older.
And the guys who were fighting like that were each hit by their platoon leader with a honey chestnut containing a little bit of aura and were subdued.
“It’s noisy, you guys. “Captain Martin, who is coming behind you, is quiet even after capturing Baron Alba. Do you feel anything when you see that?”
“That’s right, but Captain Martin, honestly, isn’t he completely different from us?”
When the platoon leader heard those words, he was momentarily speechless.
“Anyway, you should try your best and become a great mercenary like me. “This time, I also earned a knight’s title.”
In the hand of the platoon leader who said that, there was a knife that looked quite expensive at first glance.
As I looked at that scene, a smile came to my face because the battle was not over yet, but I had successfully overcome the crucible of my first appearance.
When we finished the 15-minute return march, I saw a junior knight waiting at the rest area assigned to our unit.
Looking at what’s waiting there, it looks like it’s a knight sent by Count Dion.
In terms of actual influence, a low-level knight would be a mere sting, so I, the mercenary leader, have much more actual power…
Even in the Korean military, the sergeant-at-arms calls the second lieutenant “Platoon leader” And salutes him…
I bowed politely before the driver said hello.
“Did Count Dion send you to come, sir?”
The driver nodded his head at those words and answered in a very polite manner, although he spoke informally.
“That’s right. “The Count judged that the mercenaries who fought at the forefront, including the Whitebeard mercenaries, were exhausted, so he prepared meat stew and bread.”
If the battle had ended quickly, we wouldn’t have prepared anything like this…
They paid a lot of attention to recovering our stamina as the battle lasted longer than expected, and I feel very grateful after receiving such consideration.
‘If Count Dion is not prepared, it is something I will ask the war merchants to do.’
“I am truly grateful.”
“Besides that, I have a little story to tell.”
“My men are hungry. Can I feed them first?”
“So be it.”
When receiving something from a noble like this, you have to be condescending, so I decided to give Count Dion a proper pat on the back.
“Count Dion believed that we would return with great success and prepared plenty of meat-filled stew and bread. So, while eating this, prepare for the next battle, and the platoon leaders of each platoon should thoroughly check personnel while eating!”
When I told the story of a stew full of meat to hungry guys, they really liked it.
One guy cheered and then swallowed his saliva.
“Bread with meat stew… It’s the best when you’re tired and having a hard time…”
The fast-moving platoon began walking towards their target, Stu, at a speed almost as if they were running.
“The amount will be ample. But I can’t wait when I’m starving! “I have to go and eat as quickly as possible, even if it’s just for one second. Hurry up!”
Since I made up the story like this, the mercenaries will chat for quite a while while eating about how Count Dion is a generous and kind person.
The kindness of someone who gives us a free, delicious meal when we are hungry and having a hard time is not forgotten for quite a long time.
“So what do you want to say?”
“It’s not that big of a deal. “The soldiers staying in the rear will be on guard, so I am trying to convey that message by telling them to ensure maximum rest for the soldiers who have finished their meal.”
I never thought it would go this far.
“Have similar orders been given to other mercenary units?”
“The same order has been issued, so you don’t have to worry. “Then I’ll just leave.”
After saying that, the knight quickly disappeared back to where he came from.
I was about to go back too, but this time Otto came to me with a bowl of stew and bread.
“Captain, there were no special instructions, right?”
I smiled and answered.
“This is not at all an order for us to eat quickly and immediately roll over like dogs. Rather, they said that they had worked hard to fight so far and that they would stand guard in the rear. “I tell the kids to go to sleep.”
Otto opened his eyes wide.
“It’s not a lie, right? “They are very generous in just giving us food, but they even stand at the border on our behalf.”
“Would you joke about something so important?”
“That’s because I don’t believe it.”
“Well, that’s not true. And have you finished calling the kids?”
You may think it will take a long time since we are doing a roll call of hundreds of mercenary soldiers, but…
The roll call on the battlefield is basically to sort out if there are 30 people in a platoon, and how many of them are incompetent and cannot fight.
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‘It ends surprisingly quickly.’
“Before the battle, there were 521 people, including the captain, and about 35 were killed or seriously injured.”
“It was only the first battle on the first day, but unfortunately a lot of people died.”
If you look at historical records, it appears as though it was very common for 10% to 15% of the troops to die in battle, but it was actually recorded as a very special case.
In this world, magic exists, and there are monster-like knights who use auras, but if you add up all the dead and seriously wounded in a given battle, you can count them all together.
Most troops lose about 5%.
‘Of course, this is limited to when you win the battle.’
“But if you count the number of enemies we faced, didn’t we face nearly 2 to 2.5 Times as many? This is a good thing. “Let’s eat.”
There is nothing we can do about the results that have already passed, and even if I try to replay the battle, I think it will be difficult to do better than this.
“Okay. “Don’t make the kids do nothing. Get them to sleep or get some rest quickly.”
“I’ll just give you the long spear again and replenish arrows.”
“You have to do it like breathing.”
While a rather heart-warming conversation was continuing, a sound that should not be heard on the battlefield was heard from another Count’s unit next to Count Dion’s unit.
“Long live your Majesty the Emperor!”
The words themselves are not bad at all.
But the fact that those words came out is a signal that some crazy person has started to run wild.
Oh, looking closely at the flag, it is made of silk and embroidered with incredibly gorgeous gold thread. At least he is a baron or higher.
When I saw that little bird, I trembled with an ominous feeling.
It’s none of my business if that reckless son of a b*tch dies naturally on his own, but what if the aftermath of his natural death spreads incorrectly?
‘Our side could be attacked like dogs, right?’
So what we have to do is fixed.
“That crazy dog, a low-level noble! “If the emperor is watching, you should just do the basics, why are you throwing a tantrum?!”
Then I took a deep breath and gave an order.
“Oto, replenish your kids’ weapons and get them as much rest as possible. “We will go out again in 30 minutes at the earliest or an hour at the latest.”
“Yes?”
“What if I let that damned Baron and all his soldiers die and then lose?”
It wouldn’t matter if only the baron and his family’s soldiers died of natural causes, but there would have been at least 2,000 to 3,000 troops under the baron’s command.
What if that amount of troops evaporates in vain and there is a hole in the camp?
‘It’s okay.’
I slurped down my food and reported to my immediate superior, the Baron.
Then, about an hour later, we set off again without being able to rest properly.