246 – Battle of Visby (8)
When the enemies saw me step forward, they had no choice but to point their weapons at me in order to survive.
“f*ck, if you don’t want to die, fight!”
I’m pouring oil all over my body, but I wonder if my feet are on the verge of being on fire.
The guys came to their senses in an instant and began preparing to fight.
The attitude of trying to move even when you are on the verge of death is truly commendable.
You’re willing to die kindly so that we can achieve our feat…
“Kill! “If we just get through these bastards, we can catch Count Hausen, commander of the right wing of the Second Prince’s army!”
Once you get through these confused and floundering bastards, you will have to fight against thousands of troops directly led by Count Hausen.
But there is no need to lower the morale of my subordinates by talking about depressing things right now.
The soldiers responded to my words.
“f*ck it, let’s kill them all!”
Hearing the cheers, I took quick steps and charged towards where the enemy soldiers were.
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“Get out of the way or roll away!”
I was quite tired from the long battle so far, but the opportunity in front of me was so sweet.
As if to prove this, the guys in front of you are just trembling and not even able to form a proper formation, right?
If you still hesitate, I’m not a mercenary, no, I’m not a human being.
At the forefront, he continued to dig in, swinging his sword and decapitating the enemy soldier.
The soldiers under my command came after me from behind, screaming like crazy people.
“Follow the Baron!”
Usually, when an army that has the power to fight is dug in like this, they gather together and try to resist somehow, but these guys are like blowing dandelion seeds with their mouths and flying in all directions.
They dispersed and committed desertion.
“f*ck, I ate it all!”
“Run, damn it!”
If I were on the same side as those guys, I would have done whatever it takes to hold them back so they couldn’t escape, but since the guys running away were my enemies, I had no intention of arresting them to act like soldiers.
No, the further away I run away, the more grateful I am.
There is less need to bother cutting and killing people.
“Don’t cut down the guy who’s running away needlessly!”
The soldier who retreated rejoins the 2nd Prince’s unit, but when the deserters return, they will only be killed anyway.
Until this war is over, those who escaped will never point their spears at us and fight again.
But there is no need to be foolish and fight hard with a sword.
No, I need to at least give him some encouragement so he can run away.
I took a deep breath and let out a loud voice.
“I will spare the life of the person who leaves the weapon and runs away!”
Ordinary soldiers will be spared, but mercenary leaders and other valuable people will not be spared.
We are risking our lives to fight to eat well and live well, but we have to rake in whatever we can find that will make us money.
When I said this, the guys behind me shouted loudly.
“Don’t worry about this crap! “There’s no money in killing those bastards!”
“f*ck you, just look at the Baron’s back!”
“If you fall behind, it’s the end!”
They are not originally part of the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps, but they are already following my words so well.
I guess this is possible because I trust humans, right?
I think it was really good to fight at the front, even if it meant taking risks.
As the guys under my command chased after us at high speed, the troops blocking us dispersed in an instant.
Then everyone around them shouted loudly.
“I see several of Count Hausen’s flags! “This is a regular army directly under Count Hausen!”
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Count Hausen chewed his fingernails and complained of anxiety.
“Holy sh*t, sh*t!! Reinforcement!! Does His Highness the Second Prince have no intention of sending us reinforcements? “You pervert who only exposes this damn woman!”
Even though he was so angry, no one reacted.
It was evidence that the situation was unfavorable to Count Hausen.
The Count lost his temper by pointing the knife in his hand in front of his eyes.
“We sent out the reserve unit, but why aren’t we seeing any results?”
There is a saying that although people are quite capable in normal times, people who are cornered lose their ability to judge the situation and become largely incompetent.
That maxim was being applied to the current count.
When the Count lost his temper, a messenger hurried towards him.
“I will report to you, Count! “Baron Dinger cut off the heads of two enemy mercenary leaders.”
Contrary to the fact that he was delivering good news like a rain in a drought, the messenger’s face was dark.
The Count saw that and knew that he had to prepare his mind.
‘I’ll only give you good news. Why!’
However, even though humans know that the messenger who delivers the news has done nothing wrong, they pour out explosive anger at the messenger who delivers bad news, and Count Hausen here was no exception and ground his teeth, unable to calm down his anger.
“Look, report it.”
“Baron Dinger is barely holding on while being attacked by two enemy barons! It won’t be long before Baron Dinger is killed in action. Please send reinforcements.”
When the Count heard that story, his head felt as if he had been hit with a hammer.
He is already feeling anxious because he doesn’t know when his unit will collapse…
If even Baron Dinger, whom he trusted, was wiped out like this, he would be finished.
Now that it was like this, he began to think seriously.
If we lose this battle, it will be the end of the Count Hausen family.
‘Should I take all my family’s wealth and go into exile in Medica?’
Those thoughts continued to torment him.
Honestly, honor is more important than life to a noble, but if you are willing to lose both honor and life…
I thought that surviving by saving my life and money was the way to avoid the worst.
“Here’s a report!”
At those words, Count Hausen turned his head in the direction of the sound, looked at the messenger, and frowned.
The messenger was wearing armor covered in dirt, dust, and blood, and there was barely any blood on his face.
In other words, he came all the way here with serious injuries.
“What the hell is going on?”
“The yellow boar mercenaries have all dispersed. I ran away. “Baron Cologne’s troops are charging at high speed toward the Count’s main camp.”
Hausen could not believe his ears.
The unit that was reported to be the furthest from the center of the right wing was Baron Cologne’s unit. I don’t think it’s been a while since I heard that story.
What on earth did they use to charge towards here?
But as the saying goes, reality is always colder and more cruel than we think…
“aaah, f*ck!”
The Count, who let out a single scream, sighed and said.
“We cannot send reinforcements! Retreat! Our family is now ruined! “f*ck you, it’s ruined!”
If he loses this battle, the Second Prince’s faction will collapse anyway, and his family that participated in that faction will literally be destroyed.
So, if you want to get even one-thousandth of the original amount, you have to run away quickly.
“You must hurry to get even the minimum amount of property to share with your vassal’s family! “Blow the retreat trumpet!”
There was no need to take the side of the second prince, a scum or just an idiot who only spoke dirty about women when his family was ruined.
Somehow, the count had to protect the bare minimum foundation for his vassals to live on, while also securing a string for himself to live in exile in the Medican Republic.
Thanks to the count who made a quick decision, the right wing completely collapsed in an instant.
Not only the mercenaries belonging to the right wing, but even the knights looked astonished.
“We lost? “I’m just falling behind a little bit?”
Those words were just nonsense from losers who couldn’t accept reality.
As the Count guessed, the right wing was already surrounded and being eaten away on three sides by nobles belonging to the 4th Prince’s faction, so there was no chance of victory anyway.
Those who were quick to face reality began to run for their own survival.
“The country must survive too!”
As everyone was scattering like a pop, Count Hausen heard the most unpleasant sound in this place.
“Where is the count in charge of the right wing running away?!”
Martin did not deny the fact that his judgment was the most realistic.
However, I thought that the Count, who was responsible for the defeat, should not run away…
Martin was truly angry.
“I will cleanly take just one of your heads and finish it off! “If you offer up everything now, your wife and children will be saved!”
Of course, the property of the wife and children will be taken away.
All these words were a ploy to paint the 4th Prince’s face with gold.
But the count did not reply and quickly mounted his horse.
He started running without even looking back.
“Hey! Hey!”
When the Count put forth his spurs, his horse began to gallop.
However, Martin’s short-distance running speed, which reached the expert level, was faster than that of a horse running at full power.
“It’s a shame!”
100 Meters, 50 meters, 30 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters….
The Count spurred on, almost howling, as he saw Martin chasing him at crazy speed.
“aaah!”
But in the end, he was unable to escape Martin and died.
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Martin lifted his head and shouted.
“I cut off the head of the right wing commander, Count Hausen! “The Cologne unit is returning like this!”
On this day, the Second Prince lost 60% of his troops.
25% Of the troops were killed, and 35% deserted and did not return.
It was the day that marked the end for the 2nd Prince’s faction.