290 – The Great War of Bohemia (7)
Haxen, who belonged to Baron Jenkins under Matthias, was trembling with fear.
“Ugh…”
In the distance before his eyes, although he doesn’t know which noble it belongs to, a huge flag of a noble family is waving and approaching towards them.
Every time the flag moved a little, you could hear the sounds of soldiers in the same situation as you dying gruesomely, sighing.
“My arm, ugh!”
“There’s a monster over there, it’s coming after us to kill us!”
“f*ck you, you monster!”
I was still far away from him, so I couldn’t see the blood and flesh of my dying comrades splashing around.
Humans are animals that can imagine not only scenes they have already seen, but also scenes they have not seen.
So, Haksen could fully imagine it.
The images of those who are dying after being trampled by enemy weapons such as swords, spears, maces, and axes, returning to the small daily lives they wished for before they died.
Still, if you try to run away from here and get caught…
“f*ck, I don’t want to die! “I haven’t even kissed Lucy yet!”
One of the youngest soldiers in Haksen’s ten-man corps threw away his weapons and armor and started running away.
The moment I saw him trying to escape and return at full speed, as quickly as possible, I had a strong urge to run away from this place.
‘Should I take the opportunity and run away?’
Although if you are caught deserting, your head will be immediately cut off, but as long as you desert and return home safely…
I can kiss my beloved wife on the lips again and watch her children have fun.
For that, I wanted to run away right now, even if it meant risking death.
But the bachelor who had never kissed his lover was blocked by someone.
“Please get out of the way! I will go back. “I’m going to run away from this crazy war and embrace Lucy!”
After hearing those words, the knight in iron armor said nothing.
I just pulled out my sword, pointed it at the man, and swung.
Then, a few fingers of Dunken, who was a bachelor, flew into the air.
“aaah!”
When Dunken screamed, the knight paid him no heed and continued torturing him with his sword.
It was not something a knight ordained by a noble would do, but he originally became a knight thanks to the mercenary captain who decided to serve Matthias.
So, I knew very well that torture was the best way to control these cowardly conscripts.
No, I sensed that if I didn’t do this, the morale of the entire army would collapse in an instant, and I even felt a crisis.
“How dare you try to f*ck me?”
They cut off his toes one by one, inserted a knife into his knee, and stabbed him here and there, performing all kinds of cruel tortures over a fairly long period of time.
“aaah, I’d rather kill you!!”
The soldiers, including Haksen, did not want to face that, so they looked away and covered their ears.
Because of my limitations, I could not completely turn my eyes away from the blood-curdling screams.
Then, the soldier who had just tried to run away was alive, with all his limbs, torso, and face tortured just to the point of not dying.
The knight tied the bachelor with a rope and hung him on a pole.
“Why do you want to desert in vain?”
The knight who hung him like that shouted in a loud voice.
“Everyone pay attention, everyone look at that pole!”
When the soldiers saw that pole, they all became nauseous.
Blood was flowing like a river from the eyes, internal organs were sticking out of the stomach, and the limbs were hanging limply, as if they had already been ground in a millstone.
“Ugh, f*ck.”
“……”
“Crazy knight…”
The mentally weak soldier almost fainted when he saw that, but the driver smiled as if it was a good thing.
“This is what will happen to everyone who tries to desert. So fight with those guys, and you will die gracefully.”
When Haksen heard the story, his body trembled.
And just then, I heard voices of encouragement from high-ranking people.
“The number of enemy troops is small! The enemy forces are few in number! Everyone, cheer up and form a formation!”
This was a lie.
In fact, the leadership, including Matthias, assumed that the number of enemies would be 20,000 and gave orders to build a formation.
That’s not the case, if there were really only a small number of them, they would have given the order to charge in and kill every single one of them.
I lied because I could clearly see that if I told the soldiers everything, their morale would go down.
“Don’t be scared! “We win!”
If Martin had heard that those who had been stabbed in the back said that they were winning, he would have laughed out loud… But the soldiers, who had nothing they could do anyway, had no choice but to believe it.
No, I wanted to believe it.
The groans of a dying man hanging on a pole in the back, and the screams of our soldiers being slaughtered by enemy soldiers in the front.
Then, gradually, little by little, the screams of the dying ally began to be heard from nearby.
In the process, I lost all sympathy for the attempted deserter who was dying hanging behind him.
‘If he returns alive, even his entire family will be kicked out.’
“f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. “I have to return alive…”
After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, Haksen also saw a large army led by Viscount Cologne.
In reality, there were about 300 people, but there were actually about 200 people engaged in close combat…
In his frightened eyes, even the knights and dignitaries around him fell into the illusion that those soldiers were tens of thousands in number due to the ‘sudden shock.’
They cut down the unconscious soldiers like they were grinding flour on a millstone.
Wherever we passed, countless corpses of soldiers were laid out like footprints.
Even the knights who had been majestic until now saw the momentum and unconsciously took a step back.
It was only two steps, but the soldiers who saw it were heartbroken.
“The driver was scared. Aren’t we screwed?”
Haksen nodded his head after hearing those words.
“f*ck, shouldn’t we jump out at the right time?”
“When will it pop? “Do you want to hang from that pole?”
“You die this way, you die that way, but you die the same way.”
While Haxen was talking like this, the army led by Viscount Cologne was digging deeper inward.
Viscount Cologne was running like a madman, wanting to take this opportunity to cut off Matthias’ head.
“You bastard Matthias! Come on out! “Let’s at least have a duel like men!”
Despite what he said, Martin really planned to run away as soon as Matthias came out with his SS.
No matter how often it happens that a minority wins over the majority on the battlefield…
Because it is impossible to overturn a difference in military strength that is hundreds of times greater.
But now he could never show fear or hesitation.
The knights and soldiers who risk their lives following him are watching from behind, and the moment he stops for even a moment, Mathias will come to his senses and try to kill him.
I had to be more desperate than anyone else to survive.
Having experienced dozens and hundreds of situations like this so far, there was not a single hesitation in his sword.
Whether the person in front of you is a young man, an old soldier, or a soldier who has yet to kiss his fiancé…
Even if that…
“Viscount Cologne, you bastard! “I, Jackson, will cut off your head!”
Even if the person standing in front of you and fighting a sword is an enemy knight.
Without stopping even for a moment, I swung the sword towards his neck.
No matter how much the knight knew how to use Aurors, the difference in each other’s levels was not at a level that could be bridged.
Jackson’s sword could not be swung in the air, and his neck fell to the ground.
When the knight who had been the focal point died, the soldiers began to panic.
Those who were terrified were liberated from fear and the bonds of life by the Viscount Cologne and those who followed him…
When Viscount Cologne approached Haksen and was about to swing his sword.
At Dalton’s command, a trumpet sounded and a sounding arrow was fired to signal a retreat.
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Martin immediately withdrew his sword and saved his life.
“You’re lucky.”
Haksen was so relieved to be alive from the dead that he urinated.
But he was thankful to Deus that he survived, even if it was ugly.
“Congratulations on surviving, see you tomorrow.”
At the same time as he said that, Martin immediately retreated with the soldiers under his command.
Then Haksen trembled.
I imagined that the Viscount Cologne would come again tomorrow, and that his head might fall off at that time.
This is because the delusion was slowly eating away at him.
And this delusion began to eat away at the entire army under Matthias, and the number of soldiers who began deserting tripled from this day on.