293 – The Great War of Bohemia (10)
With the sound of the trumpet, Maria’s army began to advance in unison.
Our soldiers, who had eaten well, walked towards the enemy, taking one or two steps with some energy, although not with great dignity.
The commanders continued to shout in loud voices to raise the morale of the soldiers.
“If we just kill those bastards, the damn war will be over!”
Unfortunately, even if we defeat Matthias and end the civil war, we may end up suffering from a terrible defensive battle where we have to stop evil guys from outside trying to attack us.
There is no need to fight while considering such a distant future now.
Anyway, if I lose this battle, regardless of whether the civil war ends or not, I, my family, and my vassals will either have their heads cut off or end up sitting on the street.
‘Win at any cost.’
With such determination, I took one step, two steps forward with the soldiers, and before I knew it, the sight of the enemy soldiers came into view.
I saw it when I came back after the raid, but those bastards all looked like they were going to die.
I haven’t slept well for a few days, so my face is very puffy, and things that are supposed to move in unison like machines are shaking and reluctant…
‘Hey, it’s worth it to mess around!’
Perhaps Dalton is thinking similarly, right?
“Everyone bow your heads! “I will personally crush the bastard holding his head!”
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“Don’t even think about seeing the arrows coming, you can’t avoid them anyway!”
“If you want to live, follow orders!”
When the order was given, arrows flew out from the friendly camp with a crackling sound.
Soon after, the magic of the wizards who were chanting magic behind them began to fly in a parabola toward the enemy lines.
At the same time, the enemy camp poured arrows and magic towards us.
Screams of death came from all over the friendly camp, which was bombarded with magic and arrows.
“aaah! Ten!”
“My legs! “Ugh!”
Those who screamed like that either died on the spot or collapsed with serious injuries.
As we had been trained, we moved forward step by step, stepping on them without wavering. No, I had no choice but to move on.
Because victory cannot be achieved unless you climb over the corpses of your comrades and kill the evil enemy over there.
I must win to protect the family of the dying soldier over there, my life, and my family.
“Keep going! “This is the last war!”
We advanced without losing our discipline until the end, receiving a barrage of arrows and magic from the enemy, but the enemies running from far away were absolutely miserable.
Once you have formed a square, you have to keep moving forward regardless of whether the comrades in the middle die or not…
When I looked around in the direction where the guys were, I saw idiots everywhere stopping at ‘the spot where our comrade died.’
It was also common for not just one or two people, but at most, an entire platoon to be unable to move.
“I don’t want to die… Please save me.”
“f*ck, send us home… We don’t need success or anything.”
“aaah, Riel!”
If you want to return home, the most realistic way is to seize the opportunity and desert, or fight to the death and return home alive.
If you stop because of a dying soldier like that, you will either be stabbed to death by the poisonous squad in the rear, or you will just stand there…
“Ugh! “My eyes!”
Everyone just dies from arrows and magic, like a stupid soldier who just got hit by an arrow.
‘Because war hates those who stay still the most.’
As the distance between the two opposing camps closed to about 20 meters, the barrage of arrows and magic from both armies stopped.
Then the two armies stopped moving on the spot as if they had reached an agreement.
“Roll down the window!”
We held the spear raised at 90 degrees at an angle of around 30 degrees, making it easier to stab the enemy’s neck.
Aiming like this doesn’t necessarily mean you can stab someone in the neck…
With a long spear, it’s important to land one good hit when stabbed 100 times, and it’s not a weapon to be used as a one-shot, special move.
“Form a square square!”
At the same time as those words were said, our soldiers quickly formed a square far ahead of the enemy soldiers.
Is this where the difference in morale appears?
Anyway, it’s fine, the important thing is to push the enemy before they build up their damn formation.
There is a big difference between the enemy before the formation and the enemy in the formation.
‘Is it like the difference between hitting soft cheese and a stone castle wall?’
So, I walked in step with the soldiers and gave orders.
“Charge as fast as you can maintain the square! “We must not give those idiots a chance to come to their senses!”
Then, other friendly units other than our unit were also giving similar orders.
“Before they form a square! “We must attack before that!”
“We have to hit faster!”
“If you want to get back alive, you have to be faster than those guys!”
Even though the enemy’s morale has been lowered, is it really possible for the battle to proceed this comfortably?
This is a situation where the situation is turning in favor of our allies to the extent that you can think of this.
‘Could it be a trap?’
That thought crossed my mind, but I soon erased it.
If you think it’s a trap and get scared without any solid evidence, you’ll end up putting your allies in danger.
So now we have to start by pestering the guys in front of us.
“Charge!”
The soldiers of the Viscount Cologne family charged towards the enemy camp with spears in hand.
Then they tried to quickly form a square…
“Spear! Aim your spear! Stretch your spear forward, you idiots!”
There is a saying that the more a person is in a hurry, the more he has to go back, but let’s go against that teaching and try to hurry even more…
The guys’ already twisted formation became even more messed up.
The window that extends to the front suddenly moves upward without us doing anything.
“Huh? Uh, what the f*ck? “Ugh!”
I also saw a fool hitting an ally with a spear.
“f*ck, why are you hitting my face!”
The enemy, who normally showed unimaginable depravity, instantly turned into human skewers.
“Ugh!”
“f*ck you, retreat! Retreat!!”
“Step back, evil!”
Among the dying soldiers, some of them were veteran and offered the best move in this situation.
Even before I could give instructions, the guys I had been with since my mercenary days gave additional orders and took action.
“They are losing their senses right now! It’s time! Take out the spear and stab straight at it!”
“We have to kill at least one more guy so we can survive!”
“If you don’t want to lie down, squeeze all the strength you had from breastfeeding!”
No matter what you do, you should do as much as you can when your momentum builds so that you can move on comfortably to the next task.
When killing enemy soldiers in war, the most effective and simple way is to pour out all your might and beat them when your allies’ momentum rises.
From now on, it is time for me to draw my sword and dig into the enemy lines and take action.
The guys who were in the position where I was going met their deaths, as always, with their bodies cut in two and scattered all over the place.
The rider following me shouted loudly.
“Viscount Cologne is personally going to pick off Matthias’ head! “Only idiots who want to die block the road!”
There is no real idiot who will get out of the way just because you say something like this.
If you really get out of the way, you will be stabbed to death by a friendly knight behind you.
But the reason I say this is because, from the perspective of the listener, there is nothing more terrifying than this.
As if to prove it, the enemy soldiers’ faces turned pale.
“It’s a monster! Monster, expert!”
“Why is this bastard called Viscount me?”
“Save the people, Deus!”
The frightened people were cut down without even the slightest resistance.
As I was cutting down dozens of people, I saw a huge flag over there.
“Protect Baron Schneer! Protect!!”
However, only the knights under the Baron gathered at the spot, and the soldiers were slow to arrive, probably because they were overwhelmed by their momentum.
I continued to move forward, kicking them and cutting them with my sword.
In the end, the Baron also drew his sword at me.
“You damn bastard who raped your master!”
No, we only f*cking kissed, but why is that guy saying such a damn thing?
What should I do if another bad rumor spreads for no reason?
“You bastard, you make every word you say so dirty!”
I cut off his head so he could no longer make noise.
“I, Viscount Martin von Cologne, behead Baron Schnier!”
After bragging so loudly, my allies and I rushed towards the enemy camp with even more vigor.
‘If I just keep going like this, everything will work out fine.’
When such relief occurred, I suddenly had this thought.
Just when everything seems to be going well, something always happens?
And when I thought about it… What was the terrain like here now?
There is a wide plain and a forest around it.
Of course, there are scouts scattered near the forest, so if a large enemy army approaches, they will be able to recognize it right away…
‘Right now, our allies are gathering momentum and focusing only on the front, right?’
“The rear is dangerous! Hilde, Lucia, Karin! We’re going to the rear now! The remaining units are temporarily entrusted to Otto! Let’s go!”
Then I immediately started running towards the rear.