Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

75 – Carrie, holding the retired baron by the collar (1)

Our baron must be a crazy bastard.

Otherwise, there is no way I would give such a f*cking order…

“Baker, why do we have to inspect the Baron just because he’s coming? “Honestly, I rested enough, but this isn’t it, right?”

At those words, Baker let out a deep sigh.

“It is as you said. No, we are standing mercenaries, so we are half under the emperor’s direct control… We are an inspection that Count Salzheim did not order, but he is doing it because he is told to, but I also want to know something about this.”

I looked around while grumbling like that.

Baron Pappenheim sent news in advance and said that he wanted to undergo a surprise inspection when he entered the fortress…

Everyone is dressed as neatly as possible, holding long spears, swords, shields, and flags, keeping their angles as if they were measuring with a sword, and waiting for that guy to come.

If you asked for something like this from other mercenary units, they would barely be able to show off…

‘Thanks to following the rules, every single posture matches perfectly. It’s dazzling, damn it.’

When the guy asked for it, he had to plan a useless route and even practice, so when I remembered that sh*tty memory, I automatically gritted my teeth.

“For that Baron bastard to have been practicing something like this since yesterday morning is a true legend that will forever be remembered in the history of the Whitebeard Mercenaries, a legend.”

When I complained, the platoon members around me also complained.

“I fought well and won, so I’m resting, but I can’t even drink. What kind of crazy is this?”

“If anyone sees it, they will think we are regular soldiers under that guy.”

“Wow, you really are crazy. “I hope I’m struck by lightning while walking down the street and fall down.”

I didn’t say it out loud, but I fell off my horse with the help of words that understood our feelings, even if it wasn’t that little Baron’s lightning, and I got hurt a little, so I wish I could leave the battlefield as soon as possible.

I ordered them to attack a fortress that would have been completely impossible to attack as usual, but this guy made me do something like a pointless review.

I can’t even guess what kind of idiotic thing he’s going to do in the future.

After chatting with Baron Pappenheim for about 30 minutes, a trumpet sounded.

“Baron Emil von Pappenheim, come! “Everyone, please be polite.”

That bastard who will be fried in soy sauce and killed, shouts his name loudly and falls asleep when he is inspected by a baron, the lowest-ranked nobleman.

Well, do you have a disease that makes you want to receive all kinds of pretentious rituals from mercenaries on the battlefield that would normally be difficult to receive in the Rhine Palatinate Empire?

Ah, that inferiority complex bastard.

No matter what I think, he is our commander and it would not be good for him to be openly hateful, so I put up with it.

As I was suppressing my anger, Baron Pappenheim waved his arms at us from his horse.

“Ahm, ahm. “Everyone has worked hard.”

Wouldn’t it be great if you were a human being who, like your regular soldiers or serfs, had to always look out for Baron Pappenheim, or live as if you outwardly respected him?

He was waving his hand at the mercenaries as if he were a triumphant general. So do you really think we will like it?

At the same time, I looked at the expressions of the regular soldiers following him, and they all did not look good.

‘Well, just walking all the way here must have been difficult. Such nonsense

Since I’m doing it, it’s possible.’

After roughly completing the inspection, the Baron called our mercenaries to the Seriz Fortress Square.

“Platoon leader, doesn’t this guy give you a strong feeling?”

He seems to be suffering from a division commander’s disease, and is completely obsessed with a useless sense of authority, and he ordered our mercenary group to carry out high-level operations that would be difficult to carry out under normal circumstances…

‘I can sense the ghost of the Japanese Imperial Army in that bastard.’

I felt like if I said those words, the entire mercenary unit would be wiped out along with that guy, so I decided to turn around and say something.

“I don’t know if we’re all crazy people, including that Schwappen woman and Baron Pappenheim. But what can you do? “You have to do everything you have to do.”

Backer sighed, then laughed and joked.

“If you don’t give me a promotion after this war, I will change jobs.”

“Don’t make a fuss about someone in your class who gets into a fight.”

“So, please take good care of the platoon leader.”

While we were joking and trying to get rid of the ominous feeling, Pappenheim came up to the podium and shouted loudly.

“The Baron was very satisfied with your exploits in capturing the Serise fortress and laying the foundation for our Pappenheim army to show its dignity to the Kingdom of Montmartre!”

When I heard that, there was only one thought that came to my mind.

‘Why does that guy talk like a retired company commander?’

After going on like this, I think the company commander will say something like he is disappointed.

No, the commander of this regiment is going to say that he is disappointed because he commands 2,000 troops?

The Baron slapped his breastplate, squared his shoulders, and spoke.

“All of this was possible because I, Baron Emil von Pappenheim, believed in the bravery of your Whitebeard mercenaries with excellent judgment and bold drive. “Baron Bonn has no doubt that you will all fight valiantly under my command in the upcoming war against the Kingdom of Montmartre and spread your fame far and wide.”

Are you crazy?

I wish I had succeeded in giving a foolish order to attack a fortress where 250 people were stationed alone with our mercenary force of only 500 people.

Acknowledge your mistake and say, ‘Oh, Baron Bonn made a mistake, so I apologize.’ It’s not enough to say this, but you’re just sitting around bragging about yourself?

My mind becomes confused, and I have the urge to give that bastard an ‘accidental death.’

‘I think I know why American soldiers in Vietnam put a bounty on the head of a mandarin fish and the company commander and asked the Viet Cong to kill him…’

Looking around, not only our platoon but also other mercenary friends were looking at the Baron with awkward smiles.

The guy spread out his arms and struck an unusual pose.

“Last I saw, the Baron was very close to His Excellency the Marquis Conrad, the second-in-command of this expeditionary force. After the banquet, he goes to an after-party, where we always have drinks separately, and we are so close that we go to a high-end restaurant together afterward. So, the more active I am, the greater the reward will be for you.”

The Baron says he wants to let people know that he and the second-in-command are so close that they go out to see girls together and drink together.

Why are you telling us such bullsh*t about something like that?

Do you think that if we don’t grab the Baron and rat him out, we won’t be able to survive or become regular soldiers or knights?

“That’s all, Baron Vaughn expects your Whitebeard mercenaries to follow my orders and do their best. In addition, we will convey the future operational plan as of the current time, so the mercenary corps leaders and executives are requested to attend the operational meeting.”

The bastard went down the stairs, his red silk cloak flapping artificially.

Lucia, seeing that, bowed her fox ears and her tail…

“Is the Baron really okay?”

Karin perked up her ears and sighed.

She said, “I knew she was crazy ever since she gave the order to attack Fortress Ceriz with our own strength. “It’s going a bit too far, isn’t it?”

I also nodded my head at those words.

“Okay, I’ll go to the strategy meeting first. “I hope you don’t say anything crazy there.”

And then I headed to the conference room with Dalton and several other high-ranking members of our mercenary group.

Everyone’s expressions were crumpled as if they had chewed sh*t.

**

Serise Fortress Conference Room.

The Baron sat at the head of the table, and around him, high-ranking knights and mercenary leaders sat at desks.

Of course, ambiguous executives like me ended up standing against the wall like a folding screen.

‘If you’re going to do this, why did you call me?’

Baron Pappenheim began his explanation by pointing to a bulletin board with a map of the area attached.

“Our Pappenheim Army consists of 2,000 men, under His Excellency the Margrave Estelle, and belongs to the 3rd Army of the Montmartre Expeditionary Force. The total number of personnel in the 3rd Army is 15,000, and the order given to us is to pass through Cerise, move to Marseille, and capture the fortresses and castles in between.”

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There are about two castles on the route between Cerise and Marseille, but they are only small towns with a population of about 4,000 and 5,000 respectively.

“The number of defenders is less than 1/3 of ours, so we will be able to sufficiently attack them.”

….. You crazy guy, you should think about the troops you will consume while attacking those two castles.

If this was going to happen, shouldn’t you have conscripted the serfs in your baronial territory and filled the number of 3,000?

‘Did I just step in and attack Cerise with my mercenary unit alone?’

If not for that, this crazy guy would have increased his numbers by hiring more serfs or third-rate mercenaries.

But I quickly shook my head.

‘Anyway, the strategy revealed by that crazy guy will be useless based on the information provided by the war merchant, so it’s just a useless thing.’

“Therefore, Baron Bonn intends to continue pushing forward until Marseille. “Do you have any other opinions?”

That’s what he said, but the Baron just took on an attitude as if he had little intention of listening.

At that time, Dalton stood up and carefully opened his mouth.

“Baron, I apologize for talking about the strategy. The senior platoon leader of my mercenary unit has received important information that cannot be ignored. “May I tell you?”

Pappenheim shrugged his shoulders and tugged.

“Let me tell you something.”

Dalton glanced in my direction.

As soon as I received that signal, I puffed out my chest and spoke cautiously.

“According to the information obtained from the war merchant who was taken prisoner after the attack on Fortress Seriz, 5,000 enemy troops are coming this way.”