221 – Breg River Surprise Battle (4)
I wanted to shut up and order the assault.
However, out of the 4,000 men I have now, 2,500 are young male serfs who have been given the bare minimum of armor and spears.
Do you not control the courage and strength trained through actual combat and inexperienced guys through formation?
There will be a lot of bastards running with spears and then deserting.
In that case, it would be best to attack with the formation as thin as possible to make it appear that there are many allies.
“Spread your formation horizontally! “The enemies are a ragtag bunch!”
An army with proper discipline is not obsessed with plunder.
Because, although looting has the effect of instantly raising the morale of soldiers, once the looting begins, there is no control over the soldiers until it ends.
In the case of elite units, they undergo thorough training and are given generous rewards so that they do not become obsessed with plunder.
A little while ago, they were going wild under the sweet temptation of plunder, but now they have been taken by surprise and are unable to come to their senses.
One young knight, even though there was an enemy in front of him, did not even think about belligerent and gave the order to put out the fire first.
“f*ck, f*ck! Supplies are on fire! “Turn off the fire first!”
Some quick-witted serf soldiers began to run away while wearing their armor.
“Help me, damn it!”
If the one runs away, run away, we should just leave it and deal with the bastards who are struggling over there.
Otto followed my orders and gave careful instructions.
“Put the elite soldiers at the front! Then, put the conscripts behind the second row!”
The momentum of the battle in the front row determines what kind of impact it can give to the opponent.
Therefore, an elite unit must be established at the forefront.
“If the serf soldiers don’t follow orders, you can kill them on the spot! If you want to live, follow orders!”
The soldiers under my command, who do not feel any guilt about killing those who run away because they are scared, are sticking around with their eyes lit, so the serfs will have to make a choice.
Do you survive by killing the enemy, or do you run away and get killed by your allies?
Before we knew it, Hilde ran out to the front with her spear in hand.
It was a scene that reminded me that I used to play that role. The feeling is new.
“Baron Cologne, Senior Knight Hilde Bauman will deal with you! “The one who wants to die, come out first!”
If the enemies had responded with a proper defense, unless they were sword masters, they would have been stabbed with spears or swords and turned into a beehive.
The soldiers under Count Hansa are now in disarray and unable to come to their senses.
Hilde wandered among those guys like a bison running across the plains.
“Ugh!”
The people who had gathered in an awkward manner were helpless when she attacked them.
“f*ck, f*ck!”
The lucky one escaped, and the unlucky one was impaled on her spear and died.
Because all the attention of the commanders, including the Earl, was focused on dealing with Dalton, there was no sane commander to lead the men in the rear.
“Kill that b*tch!”
“f*ck you, Hans Platoon! Hans Squadron! “Don’t run away just to gather!”
“What on earth are you doing, driver?”
The morale of our troops was further ignited by the sight of a female knight standing in the vanguard and fighting against countless soldiers.
According to this, the trumpeters and drum players began to make louder noises, and the serfs who had just been conscripted also shouted loudly.
“Long live Lord Hilde!”
“Long live Baron Cologne!”
“We win!”
The morale of the conscripts, who are a little better than a ragtag group, is like a reed and can be easily broken, but if their morale is maintained, they surprisingly do their part.
So, we can say that our team’s chances of winning have increased a little more with this.
Should I join the front line soon?
The important thing now is to chew it through before the enemy realizes that we only number 4,000.
It is necessary to provide as strong an impact as possible in a short period of time.
“Messenger!”
“Yes, Baron!”
“Tell this to Baron Maurer, who is fighting for his life on the other side of the river! Baron Cologne’s surprise attack was successful! And the signal is a blue fireball shooting into the sky!”
When I send a signal, the soldiers under Dalton will cross the river all at once to attack them.
“Yes, Baron!”
After the messenger left, I immediately ran with the rider to join the front line.
“If I stand at the front, hold the flag high and follow me!”
“Then wouldn’t that make it obvious that the Baron is here? “The enemy’s attacks will be concentrated, right?”
In any era, when going to war, if the highest person dies, the morale of the army drops significantly.
And no matter how big the number is, you will be defeated because of that.
“Do I look like I’m in the same class as some weak nobleman? And on the other side of the river, serf women are also fighting with spears.”
Dalton would also be fighting hard with a sword by now just to avoid being criticized later.
“If you lose, you lose everything and die anyway.”
And when I arrived at the front of our lines…
“Baron Cologne is at the forefront!”
As soon as I stood at the front, I signaled to the rider with my hand.
“Raise the flag! “I will clearly show you that I, Baron Martin von Cologne, will fight at the forefront!”
As soon as the flag was raised, a trumpet sounded.
As I stood in front, the tension disappeared from the faces of the serf conscripts behind me.
“I survived! “The fact that the Baron is at the forefront means that we will win!”
High-ranking people tend to stand at the front and encourage soldiers only when they are confident that they can win and that their lives are not in danger.
I came out to take advantage of that, but I can’t believe the reaction came out like this.
In reality, it came out because it was difficult to guarantee victory without me standing in front.
But there is no need to discourage the kids by telling them useless nonsense.
“We win!”
On the other hand, when we stepped in front of the enemies, they began to tremble.
“f*ck, a large enemy army has arrived! 10,000, No, 20,000!! “It’s over 20,000!!”
In reality, there are 4,000 people, but if a rock the size of a house falls right in front of you, how would you tell whether it is the size of a studio apartment or an apartment building?
Just like that, in their eyes, it will only appear that a large army capable of annihilating ‘them’ has arrived.
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They won’t know exactly how many of us there are.
This is because reason has been completely paralyzed due to fear.
The allies kept quiet and let the enemies talk freely among themselves, and the rumor began to spread quickly.
“20,000! “It’s 20,000 troops!!”
At those words, several mercenary troops quickly charged towards the station.
“For operational reasons, we are moving back! Operationally backwards!!”
The knights also panicked when they heard that a large army had suddenly appeared.
“It’s a 20,000 army! Defence! Prepare your defensive formation!”
We have to put an end to the situation before they come to their senses and before Count Hansa, who is currently trying to cross the river on a raft in front, returns.
“Shut up and die!”
He infused aura into both his feet and flew away.
I held the sword tightly with both hands, just like I always did, and ran towards the guy nearby who stood out for his large gestures and wearing iron armor.
“Give me your head!”
He pointed his sword at me and swung it, but…
“Slow!”
When his sword moved toward my neck, my sword had already cut down its target and sent it flying.
You can’t see the guy’s expression because of the helmet, but wouldn’t the dead guy’s expression be either one of fear or bewilderment?
Of course, what the fallen guy thinks is none of my business.
Then, with the sword in my hand, I cut down the next target and killed him.
The sword given by the Emperor of Montmartre made of pure mithril was so comfortable to use that it did not feel heavy no matter how many times I swung it.
Even when cutting down an enemy wearing iron armor, I cut it down smoothly without getting caught.
No matter what angle, direction, or speed you cut.
I killed three knights in an instant and took a moment to catch my breath.
“Kill every single one of them! “You are the bastards who tried to rape and sell your hometown, your family, and your loved ones into slavery!”
At those words, the guys right behind me picked up their weapons and started killing those who were dumbfounded.
“You guys must f*cking die!”
One violent guy broke his back with a mace and then punched him in the face one more time.
“Even if you surrender, I will kill you!”
Knowing that if you hit the head and crush the brain, you will die relatively comfortably and silently, you try to kill it as quickly and painfully as possible.
When I saw that, I could see how angry our soldiers were.
The 4,000-strong army, whose morale soared, killed the enemy soldiers as if they were grinding paper through a shredder.
“Ugh!”
Now, there are no exceptions, even those who run away.
If caught, they were killed.
“f*ck, surrender!”
When the scene of massacre unfolds for dozens of minutes, killing even those who surrender…
“The rear has been taken by surprise! Blow the trumpet!!”
Those who had been unilaterally massacred began to come to their senses.
“Trample it!! Trample it with your life!”