Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

47 – Burn Enemy Supply First (3)

As soon as the charge order was given, we ran like madmen.

“Give everything you have and go! You slow snails!”

“Those who don’t know how to do anything other than squirm, I will break all your shells today.”

“If you don’t want to die, lick the soles of your feet!”

Since we are far fewer in number than they are, the only way is to run and die.

Strictly speaking, it’s a way to quickly run away when the guys who don’t know our numbers yet are just panicking because we swept them in the beginning.

Once a man has made up his mind once, he shouldn’t even think of stepping back.

‘Unconditionally push with the initial momentum.’

Behind us, wizards and archers constantly fired magic and arrows.

“Oops, f*ck. Help me…”

“My body! My arms, my legs, uhm.”

“Don’t be afraid, look at the enemy! The war you wanted to do that no… Ugh.”

The Montmartre snails we raided are bewildered by the sudden barrage of magic and arrows.

They seem to be soldiers with no experience of being ambushed. I lost my senses and looked this way and that way and in a word lost my senses.

“Should I lift the window? No, do I have to pull out the knife at my waist?”

A certain platoon leader approached the enemy at close range, and he talked about making a square.

“Have you guys been training hard? Unite! Is the long spear in your hand a decoration? Long spear protection in platoon units!!!”

One fledgling knight was not even ordered by his superiors, and he ran out.

“I, Glasse Brong, a knight of Baron Garçon, will fight in the vanguard!”

There are some people who do stupid things when people fall into unexpected disasters like earthquakes and fires.

“Chief Haksen, aren’t those bastards idiots?”

Haksen replied with a smile even while charging.

“What is so amazing about waking up talking all sorts of nonsense and being an idiot when you get hit in the back of the head?”

“I don’t think so.”

Then I squeezed the sword in my hand.

As if sending blood from the heart to the body, the aura was circulated throughout the body.

I feel like my stamina is getting stronger in an instant, to the point where the armor weighing over 20kg feels quite light, if not as fluffy.

‘No matter how many times I feel this sensation, it’s always thrilling.’

At the same time, I loudly encouraged the guys in my platoon to listen.

“You don’t need it all, just run into it with evil! Do half of what you guys f*ck a whore. You perverts!”

Captain Dalton and other executives encouraged the soldiers with similar stories.

“It’s time to show how powerful the whitebeard mercenaries are! Do not hesitate and charge!”

“I will kill the pecking babies first!”

“All of these bastards are idiots. Clearly show the spiciness of an adult to the idiot slugs!”

As we reach the supply column led by the baron over there, we are about to swing our swords.

I heard the orders of the baron and other high-ranking people.

“Put down the long spear and unite! Form a dense formation and keep them in check! Knights get off their horses and fight together with the soldiers!”

The command itself is perfectly reasonable.

A knight riding a horse is, in fact, a murder weapon like a tank.

We need to keep a sufficient distance from the enemy and then accelerate to fully demonstrate its killing power, but aren’t they in close contact with us right now?

If that’s the case, then even the knight brothers can’t avoid being like a fish flapping its arms and legs while riding on a horse.

“Break the heads of the guys in front of you first, and if you see knights on horses, unite in groups of five and face them! Surround yourself with 5 people and break the bridge first!”

“Yes, Platoon Leader!”

And the soldiers of our platoon, including me, bumped into them right away.

“f*ck, if you’re scared, you’ll die!”

I stabbed the heart of one of the poor soldiers in front of me.

“Damn it, f*ck it.”

The blood he vomited soaked my breastplate.

Others in my platoon also slaughtered the bewildered enemies with weapons such as maces and short swords.

“You slugs, your movements are filthy slow! These bastards!”

“Don’t say sh*t, kill the guy in front of you! These cocksuckers are necked, so you should touch some money too!”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to catch ten of these bastards today. Chief.”

Those who lacked the ability to cope with the situation, let alone prepare properly, could not withstand the merciless attack of our mercenaries.

And those of the enemy knights who are still panicking…

“Damn it, calm down! Victor! Calm down! Victor!”

Just looking at the way he did it, he looked clumsy like a low-ranking knight who had just become a knight.

Bastard Baker, the most skittish opportunist in our platoon, didn’t miss that.

“Senior Dilton! Let’s chop that bastard.”

As soon as Dilton heard that, he hurried away with Baker and his other guys.

“Strike both legs with a mace! Don’t just hit the horse! There’s no answer to that f*cking big horse foal running amok!”

And our platoon’s senior mercenary, Dilton, raised the corner of his mouth and circled around the low-ranking knight in front of him.

“Terrify your legs first! Very powdery from toes to shins to thighs!”

The guys, including Baker, lifted the mace.

“Cute knight, stop now.”

“f*ck, it’s so annoying to see you riding a horse. We’ve been walking on our legs.”

“Please die.”

At that, the low-ranking knight went wild on his horse and swung his sword with an aura to do something about it, but…

“Oops! f*ck! Victor, calm down. Calm down!”

“If you wield a sword on top of a horse, the only thing you can do is slit the neck of a knight on the same horse.”

Actually, if that knight regains his composure, he will be able to subdue about 5 of our soldiers without too much trouble…

A state of composure, especially if it’s on a horse that doesn’t move…

“My legs. aaagh, my legs!!”

The leg of the low-ranking knight was shattered by our soldiers, and old Baker hit him with his mace and dragged him down.

“Ttukbaegi!”

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The baker broke his head right away.

“f*ck, I am the Night Slayer!”

Those guys worked together to kill the knight anyway, but I have to show a much better figure as a platoon commander.

‘Damn it, men are egos and gangsters after all.’

“Martin, the mad dog of the Whitebeard Mercenaries, is out! Don’t block the road unless you’re a bastard who wants to die!”

Of course there is no bastard who gets out of the way just because he says that.

“It’s crazy and I’ve become self-absorbed. Didn’t you learn from your mother that the baby who grows up dies first!”

What if people don’t get out of the way even with nice words?

Kill him and force him to get out of the way.

“I told you not to block the road, bastard!”

I immediately raised my sword and blew off the guy’s head, and I cut and killed any enemy mercenary or soldier belonging to the Standing Army one by one.

“I don’t care whether you’re a porter or a serf. Because I save the puppies who get out of the way, and kill all the puppies who don’t get out of the way. Martin Platoon! Catch up! After I go back, I’ll kill those who fall behind with gymnastics 8 and 11!”

“Yes, I understand!”

“When you’re out of your mind, screw everything up!”

After running wild for about 10 minutes, a loud voice came from the center of the supply unit.

“I don’t know how many enemies there are, but don’t be afraid of the poor sausage eaters! Everyone unite and protect the supply cart!”

At those words, the enemy soldiers suddenly came to their senses and began to gather.

“Come together, f*ck! I don’t know how many of them there are, but let’s get together!”

“Absolutely protect supplies! All of you warlord merchants, at least pull out your f*cking sword and pretend to fight!”

“If we get robbed, damn we all die! You’re going to starve!”

f*ck, you’re going to get a little crazy from now on?

“Gather around me! Break through in one shot!”

With those words, the soldiers of my platoon quickly gathered behind me.

Those who seemed to be doing the same in the enemy army got off their horses and pointed their swords at us.

“Baron Garçon’s superior knight, Marcel LeBlanc, will slit the throats of you cowardly bastards! Let’s fight hard for once!”

Then he flung himself in the direction of the platoon next to me, and swung his sword.

It didn’t seem like he was at the level of an expert like Captain Dalton, but the power of the sword was no joke.

“Crazy man, someone please do something to that crazy man! Every time you swing it, f*ck it, a human torso!!”

The dead soldiers over there were wearing leather armor, even if they weren’t made of iron…?

To blow that thing away with a single blow of a knife.

‘Damn it, is that enough to say I’ve reached the threshold of Auror Expert?’

As I was staring at the enemy with such nervousness and aiming for the timing, I heard a voice from the side.

“You, Martin, take care of that bastard that goes wild over there. Damn, I’m going to go get that baron’s head over there!”

After saying that, Dalton immediately ran to the baron’s side.

The rampaging knight smiled at me and snapped his fingers.

“This Lord LeBlanc will clearly evaluate your skills. Come in!”

…… In order to rob all the supply bases here anyway, you have to kill all the high-ranking people…

I can’t stand to provoke you in a situation like this!