172 – One more time, one more departure (5)
When I honestly said thank you, one of the guys in the assault team laughed and grumbled.
“Captain Martin, you were so fast that I almost missed you. Next time you move with us, please come with us.”
Another guy added to those words.
“At a time like this, I was waiting patiently on the battlefield to be of use, so I held on even though I was sore to the point of death. “It would be very disappointing if the captain tried to eat all the good things by himself!”
For this being their first battle, they probably don’t have a lot of affection for me.
So, out of concern for my own health, I don’t think I’m regurgitating the point that ‘I can’t leave the captain to face danger alone.’
They are literally asking for as many opportunities as possible for them to be active… These are things we are extremely grateful for.
‘This world is full of cowards who don’t like dangerous battlefields even if they are treated with money.’
I shrugged my shoulders and answered.
“Okay, I’m sorry. “I will definitely give you more opportunities to run amok in the future.”
Then I turned my gaze back towards the enemy.
“Then let’s go pick off the mercenary leader you see over there.”
If the situation wasn’t so urgent, I would have checked how they reacted and moved forward.
Because, although our mercenaries carry out extremely dangerous operations, the ones that are most convenient to carry out are the assault corps.
Because of that, they are more affected by fraud than anyone else.
“Knock away the bastards who can’t keep up.”
After saying that, I picked up my sword and dug into the enemy camp like a drill drilling into a rock.
Up until now, I should have been able to shake up the enemy’s lines almost alone, but now that I have trustworthy allies backing me up, I can fight more boldly.
‘Isn’t this what fish looks like when it’s in water?’
So, I began to fight more boldly than before.
“Die!”
An enemy mercenary swung a mace towards my head from the front.
If it were standard, you would have to stop moving for a moment and turn your body to avoid it, or swing your sword to deflect it…
Right now, every minute and every second is urgent.
Instead of dodging or parrying with the sword, I chose another option.
“Crazy bastard?”
I stretched out my left arm and flicked the stick of the mace inside the weight, and just stabbed the guy in the neck with the sword I held in my right hand.
Because these two movements flowed together, it only took about 2 seconds to kill this guy.
“We go to war because we are crazy.”
To save time in removing the sword from the neck of the dead man in front of me, I turned his body clockwise to the right.
Then, the Auror lightly cut off the neck of the black guy, and after that, he approached the guys blocking my path, making a screeching sound.
I didn’t give the sword any extra strength, but the lives of all those in the sword’s path were lost.
The level of swordsmanship that most people, or even ordinary humans, would not dare to imitate made my body feel hot.
“…… This is s*x.”
When the enemies saw my inaction, they were about to rush in and beat me up, but they started to hesitate…
“f*ck, how can I beat that?”
The friendly assault troopers who followed killed those who hesitated as easily as picking up dropped coins.
“We pick up what Captain Martin spills!”
“There is a piece of meat in every branch!”
“If you collect all sorts of things, you can make money!”
……. As the battle becomes more intense, both soldiers and commanders have no choice but to lose their sanity, but isn’t this a bit too much?
Some people say that I should pick up what I spill and eat it, while others say that there is money to be made from chopping off enemies.
I dug inward quickly and endlessly, but surprisingly, the resistance did not become noticeably stronger.
The deeper we go inside, the more dangerous the mercenary leader, the head of the mercenary corps, becomes.
This is probably proof that other people are doing very well.
Why? The white troops under my command were fighting well, so I sent all the reserve units forward because I didn’t know when the ‘front line’ would collapse.
Thanks to this, our assault force was able to fight without much resistance even when it entered deep into the enemy mercenary army.
Then, shall we scratch their insides now?
“The mercenary leader who is cowardly hiding inside there, saying ‘let me live alone’, come out! “Let’s risk our lives like men and fly!”
Just like in games, showing up when the enemy calls is something only idiots do.
So, this type of provocation is often used in places such as games for the fun of shaking up the opponent’s psychology and making fun of them.
I shouted loudly while continuing to cut down the enemy.
“Aren’t you ashamed of being a man?”
This time, I blocked the sword swung at me with the gauntlet on my right hand and decapitated the enemy soldier with the sword on my left hand.
The dead man’s vocal cords and airways flew away in an instant, and he died without even being able to shout a word.
“Oh, is it because you’re tired and can’t come out? Or are you saying that you treat the lives of your subordinates like the lives of flies and that the noble mercenary leader will never come out regardless of whether they die or not?”
In a real battle, even if provocation does not work and you fail to call out the opponent, it works very well to sway the minds of the opponent’s subordinates.
If there is a guy who is good at swearing when provoked, the commander will be able to hold on and the soldiers will be very angry even if he doesn’t show up.
Because of this, there were situations where soldiers ignored orders, shut up and charged, and the entire army was annihilated.
Knowing such history, I made a sincere provocation, which had a significant impact on the surrounding enemy forces.
“Captain Kihot, that bastard, no way.”
Murmuring sounds were also heard from somewhere else.
“Somehow, I felt like one more year had been added…”
In this way, one or two stories began to emerge that could tarnish the reputation of the mercenary leader.
If your reputation is diminished, your position as a mercenary leader becomes dangerous.
Knowing that, if he responds to my provocation, I can just cut off his head. If he doesn’t, my reputation will continue to drop and the enemy’s morale will also go down, so I have nothing to lose.
Not long after that, I saw a guy who looked like an enemy mercenary leader running out holding a sword.
In this situation, the best thing to do would be to not come out and hold out until the end, but I can’t believe that a guy who is supposedly the top commander of a mercenary army can be so easily caught in a provocation.
Ah, this is not what I should say, standing at the vanguard, leading the assault force and cutting down people.
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“Mateo Riga, the mercenary leader of the Brown Pig Mercenaries! “You son of a b*tch, are you making up rumors that don’t exist?”
“If you were wronged, you would run out quickly. “Why do you come out late and talk so much?”
“I will cut off your head and prove how brave I am!”
Well, if he hits my head, his whole sh*tty situation will be solved.
So that judgment is not wrong.
“f*ck you, damn it!”
Our two swords clashed in the air.
When the sound of the clashing swords rang out loud as if a heavy chunk of rebar had struck in the air, I felt all the attention of those around me focus.
“What are you doing, kill those bastards!”
“Assault troop! “Don’t lose your mind!”
When I said that, the guys came to their senses and started fighting again, risking their lives.
We continued to fight, constantly pushing and pulling, targeting each other’s vital points.
I was an expert intermediate, and he was an expert beginner, so there was a big difference in level…
‘That bastard is so fresh that he’s never been in a fight before, so he’s completely fine, and I feel like I’m going to collapse from exhaustion.’
No matter how much stronger I am, if I fight with all my stamina, it won’t be surprising if I lose at any time with this difference in level.
“f*ck, really…”
In other words, the reason the two of us are fighting each other right now is only because of the difference in physical strength…
If the battle with me gets longer and longer, he will get tired and it looks like he has decided that he is at a disadvantage and is trying to win in a short decisive battle.
“You crazy son of a b*tch!”
……. You hear my nickname like this here too?
Of course, this may have just been said out of anger.
When he said that, he rushed at me like a mad dog, ready to bite me.
“Give back our mercenaries!”
He took out all the anger in his heart and started attacking me as if he were venting his anger, so I had no choice but to focus on blocking the attacks somehow.
‘I’m out of breath, damn it.’
He failed to kill me even though he gave everything he had for over 5 minutes.
“Die!”
When the guy’s sword swung at my neck again, I gathered my sword in one hand and blocked the attack.
Then he seemed to sense what I was going to do and tried to avoid it by jumping back…
“It’s late, you asshole.”
I immediately pulled out a dagger and stabbed the guy in the neck.
“Dog, son of a b*tch…”
I cut off his head.
“Isn’t this what war is supposed to be like?”
Now that we have killed this bastard, the purpose of our mission here, to rescue ‘Baron Amigo’, has gradually been completed…
“I feel like I’m dying because I’ve done so much.”
At the same time, trumpet blowing sounds were heard from both our Montmartre Imperial Army and the Barcelo Kingdom.
“It’s a return, damn it…”
For my first battle, I fought really hard today.
And it seems like both armies declared a retreat because they were unable to gain victory even though they were fighting like dogs…
“I’ll tell Count Dion and take a break tomorrow. “Otherwise, everything will fall apart.”