242 – Battle of Visby (4)
With the order to charge, the bannermen of our Cologne Barons raised a large flag.
“Baron Cologne is at the forefront!”
This is an act that openly announces that Baron Cologne is here, and even if there are no guns in this world, it is an extremely dangerous act.
Why? In any era, when a high-ranking person dies, the military organization loses control and becomes a ragtag mess.
As soon as the enemy soldiers heard the roar that I had arrived, they hurriedly aimed their spears at me and began to approach me with great strides.
“Kill that damn bluff!”
“You can change your fortune just by picking one baron’s head!”
When some excited guys tried to break away from the ranks, senior officers acting as non-commissioned officers or officers would yell.
“If you step out of line, you will only be punished even if you make a contribution!”
“If you don’t want to be defeated, let’s all attack together, damn it!”
The guys who were given a clear goal of killing them right away approached me without hesitation.
The mercenaries around me who did not know my level could not hide their concern when they saw this.
“Hey, damn me. “What if I die like that?”
If I die here, even the compensation they were promised will be greatly reduced for failing to protect their superiors.
No matter how much you participate in the civil war, if you stumble once in a war or anything else, it will be difficult to make up for that mistake in the future.
Honestly, even if I were a mercenary leader, I would have been extremely embarrassed.
However, as a commander, I am fully aware of the value of my life on this battlefield, and I am stepping forward because this is a battle I can definitely win.
If I get cut or show an awkward appearance to the enemies here, the morale of Baron Cologne’s troops will drop, but my skills are by no means vague.
“Long live His Highness the Fourth Prince Otto!”
He strengthened both hands holding the sword and released an aura.
As the blue aura erupting with strong force completely enveloped my body, I felt the mercenaries behind me staring at me blankly.
The mercenaries who used swords looked quite surprised, as if they recognized my level.
“Expert level? “The Baron?”
“I heard that he rose from being just a mercenary to an expert level… At that age…”
“It’s a monster, really.”
Now that the unit’s morale has increased to a certain degree, it is time to go on a rampage and prove your skills.
“I, Baron Martin von Cologne, will deal with you personally! Come on.”
The enemy soldiers and our allies began to confront each other, pointing their long spears at each other.
Shouts of death began to be heard from all over, and the formations of both armies moved like waves rippled.
“Ugh, sh*t!”
“Push! Push on! Fight until the end!”
When an enemy soldier on the other side dies, the formations of both sides move as if they are interlocking, but neither side shows signs of collapsing yet.
In the Middle Ages, this was a type of battle where knights would break down the side of the line, and the side whose line shook first would lose…
In this world where a single knight who can use Aura can exert more power than a horse, knights carry out that role at the forefront.
Now that you’ve bragged and boasted, it’s time to take up the sword.
“Follow me!”
After spitting out those words, he threw himself towards Bangjin, the long spear.
“Stop it!”
The soldiers holding long spears are trying to stop me in any way they can, but it’s actually not of much use.
Anyway, even if you aim at it with dozens of long spears, you won’t be able to put even a scratch on my armor.
I don’t think you’ll be silenced just because you grab that insignificant wooden stick and pretend to stab it.
“Die, damn it!”
“You just have to hold on until the drivers arrive!”
“Hold on through evil!”
The commanders behind us are shouting something, something, but can the guys in front of us hear them?
No, whether you hear it or not, it is probably something you are forcing yourself to say that you are okay in order to prevent yourself from being consumed by fear.
The more scared a person is, the more he says he is not scared.
It’s like big dogs don’t bark at all, but small dogs bark at anything.
“Let’s see if you can hold out!”
Before the tip of the spear stabbing towards me could even touch my armor, I turned my body sharply and cut off the spear pole.
Those who threw spears had serious expressions on their faces, as if they didn’t know whether my attack had landed or not…
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I turned to the right three times until I was in front of the soldier who was trying to kill me…
They weren’t even cut yet, but they were screaming like little girls.
“aaah!”
It seemed like the punishment was very severe, so it completely freed me from fear.
“Kill Baron Cologne! Whoever kills him, His Majesty will grant a great reward!”
The commanders are saying something in the rear, and why are they asking innocent soldiers to die for no reason when they should come?
Those who have to follow orders will feel extremely unfair.
As proof of this, the soldiers in front of me are holding swords.
“Ugh, ugh.”
“Die!”
It’s scary before you get the shot, but after getting the shot, it’s surprisingly not that big of a deal. If you’re dragged into this war and you’re going to die, then die and feel comfortable.
When I realized that I had dug deep into enemy territory, I stopped.
Then the soldiers who attacked me moved away from a distance and pointed their weapons at me.
“Archer! Archer! Where are you?”
It looks like they’re looking for an archer or a wizard, but if it’s some kind of low-level magic, I can just cut them down with my sword.
No, if I do well, I think I can even cast intermediate magic?
A brave old middle-aged soldier lunged at me with his sword in hand.
“The drivers will be here soon!”
Then several soldiers under his command attacked me, but they were not my opponents.
In the blink of an eye, let’s kill them all in just one swing of a sword…
“Formation, maintain formation!”
The soldiers began to slowly retreat, pointing their polearms at me.
As a result, an oval-shaped depression was created in the enemy formation.
The defensive power of the long spear square is demonstrated when the square shape is maintained.
Now that the shape has collapsed, if you keep stabbing there like you’re driving a pile, this formation will collapse.
“Cologne unit! Follow me right now! Crush the enemy army!”
As soon as I gave the order, the guys under my command changed their formation, and the guys in silver armor made of steel followed suit.
These are mercenaries who are considered elite in our unit and former mercenary knights who have followed me for a long time.
“Long live Baron Cologne!”
“Kill the enemies!”
As I started to dig in little by little with my sword, the guys clung to me from behind.
Perhaps because the Baron was fighting at the forefront, even the mercenaries fought much more aggressively than usual.
One mercenary was crazy enough to block an enemy’s sword with the gauntlet on his right arm and immediately cut off his head.
“If you just follow Baron Nari, you can win!”
Otto, who was following me, even showed me a trick where he naturally threw a dagger and hit him in the neck.
“Wow.”
Even if that guy isn’t a knight like Dalton or me, how on earth does he show such tricks in this melee?
Well, I’m not a hereditary noble either, so I don’t have any intention of saying that his fighting style isn’t knight-like, but I think it’s a bit too unique.
The knight fighting with Otto next to him swore while swinging his sword.
“f*ck you, you bastard called a knight!”
When Otto heard those words, he took out the dagger from his waist again and threw it.
The knight deflected the dagger, but was unable to avoid the attack that followed.
“I may be a knight now, but I am the one who survives! This is the motto of the Cologne Barons!”
I said at a drinking party the other day that the best thing to do is to survive at all costs.
Karin, who was intoxicated, laughed and said that this was our family motto, but I never thought it would end up like this.
Well, the motto itself is very correct, but…
Apart from that, after we win this battle, Otto will be put on night duty while everyone else is drinking.
As I was cutting down one person after another, a young knight came running towards me at high speed.
“Die! Baron Cologne!”
“What is your name?”
“Is the guy who is going to die part-time job?”
It seems like the young knights have grown up quite well these days.
When fighting with a sword, I see him chivalrously asking for the enemy’s name and not doing anything to reveal his own name.
As a reward, we should cut off his head and send him to paradise as soon as possible.
“That’s right!”
I deliberately cut the knight’s sword in half.
Then, in less than a blink of an eye, I cut off the guy’s head.
The dead guy must have had strong beliefs, and he tried to swing his sword even as a headless corpse.
I guess he was a pretty smart young guy because he tried to fight even while he was bleeding a lot, but being smart doesn’t mean you can live a long time…
“Viscount Chelster’s front is blocked by me and the vanguard. Order Hilde to mobilize half of his troops to attack the flank. Then we immediately support other units.”