Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

78 – Pastek Hill Surprise Operation (2)

30 Minutes, no, about an hour later.

“Captain, look over there. “These are the Montmartre flags with yellow lilies on a blue background.”

I took a deep breath, patted the guy on the shoulder and asked.

“Where are you?”

“It’s over there. If you look over there, you will see Montmartre bastards coming in droves.”

When I turned my gaze in the direction he was pointing, I saw the Montmartre guys.

Are they not even thinking that we are going to attack, or is that the original boundary that was set that way?

When marching, the men placed cumbersome and heavy armor on top of the wagon and marched carefree carrying only spears or weapons.

“I need to cut off some of the Rhine-Palatinate sausages and secure a piece of them.”

“I heard that Pappenheim or Pfalzheim are said to be at the top level among the top level. Well, my old leader of the Ten was gnashing his teeth while talking about that nobleman.”

“Well, our captain was like that too. “It is said that Count Résumé burst into laughter after hearing who the opponent was.”

Our Baron Pappenheim is definitely a bit, no, a lot of trash.

Other knights, to be exact, intermediate knights and above, must have directly commanded and commanded the soldiers, so they must have studied basic military science.

When I told this crazy guy that a large army was coming because the Montmartre guys said they would conscript food from the village near here…

I didn’t understand such simple principles, so I had to explain them one by one.

‘Ah, that poor bastard. Let’s not meet on the same side again.’

Still, that retired baron is such an idiot that the enemy count seems to have completely let go of all tension…

“Ah! “You really don’t know how things will work in this world, damn it.”

When I complained like that, the platoon members asked.

“Captain, shall we hit slowly?”

“Wait a little longer. Keep your mouth shut until our retired baron gives the signal, and then strike with one blow. It would be a violation of orders to attack now. “The scouts are coming, but keep an eye on them.”

As time passed like that, 10, 20, and 30 minutes, the end of the 5,000 enemy army began to come into view.

At that time, the loud sound of trumpets and drums rang out throughout the valley.

When the Montmartre guys heard that sound, they realized that they were a threat and started to panic.

A mercenary ran to his carriage, took out his armor, and began to hastily put it on.

“Armor! “You have to wear armor first!”

The knights, who were wearing fancy armor, drew their swords and began to give orders.

“Damn you, those cowardly sausage Rheinpfalz bastards! Everyone unite! “You never know when the enemy might attack!”

Because the orders given here and there were different, the Montmartre soldiers appeared in confusion.

If my allies had fallen into that kind of confusion, I might have trembled with fear, wondering if I would die now.

‘It’s not me, right? ‘Alpano.’

It looked so pitiful that they were torn between whether they should go get their armor or whether they should prepare their formation and prepare to fight as the enemy army approaches.

“Roll the logs and oil drums. “Let’s kill them all, leaving no one behind.”

The soldiers were very excited and responded to my words with loud voices.

“Yes, platoon leader!”

“I will roast those damn snails.”

“I will kill all of those bastards, so watch carefully.”

After everyone said something one by one, they cut the rope that tied the log with an ax and rolled the oil drum down the hill.

The rolling things were a log and an oil drum, both of which were quite heavy, so rather than making a bouncing or bouncing sound, they made a heavy sound like a rock rolling.

The Montmartre guys also heard the sound of rolling logs and started running wild.

“It’s an enemy ambush! Everyone hide behind the cart!”

“Would it be okay to hide?”

“f*ck, am I going to die here?”

Won’t we hit them with the same momentum as we came down the hill?

But would it be better to hide behind the cart for now? The way they wander around is very cute.

Cute things, get crushed by a log, break your limbs, and turn into a blood clot.

After a while, logs and oil drums hit the enemy infantry.

The soldiers who could not avoid the log had their torsos, arms, and legs crushed, and the oil drum broke, splashing oil in all directions.

The logs and oil barrels also hit the cart, and at this time, the cart broke apart, creating a huge amount of fragments that flew straight into the bodies of enemy soldiers. The soldiers who were hiding behind the cart were crushed by the collapsing cart and were screaming.

The procession of the Montmartre army quickly turned into chaos and became chaotic and out of control.

“aaah, sh*t! “Save people!”

“You f*cking empire bastards…”

“Mom, f*ck…”

The knights of Montmartre, experienced mercenaries, gave orders while swinging their swords in desperate voices in order to somehow survive.

“Formation, maintain formation! If the formation gets disrupted, it’s over!”

However, the guys who were suddenly hit by the flying log couldn’t come to their senses.

Our soldiers who were watching this all clapped their hands and cheered to their feet.

“Those snails, they look good. f*ck, did you think that just because the Baron was a retired person, we were also a retired class?”

“Whenever you pass by a suspicious hill like this, you should have sent a scout anyway.”

“You pathetic idiots, tsk tsk…”

Someone clicked his tongue, saying he was going to send out scouts, but what would have happened if he had done that? Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

If a surprise attack succeeds in exploiting the enemy’s weak point, it is possible to defeat a large number of enemy troops with a small number of troops.

In other words, if you get caught while preparing, it is a tactic that is bound to lead to endless trouble.

‘I don’t know who the Count over there is, but I’m really grateful to him for letting his guard down until the end.’

After a while, Captain Dalton’s voice filled with Auror rang out.

“Fire out all the arrows and magic you can! Throw rocks at them until they give the order to kill the rest! “Let’s go in and kill at least one more guy!”

When I heard those words, I picked up a stone I could find around me and threw it in a parabolic motion with the intention of going far away.

Since I have not practiced throwing spears or daggers, it is best to throw them so that they reach where the enemy is likely to be.

‘If you aim to hit the enemy in the head, you are likely to be hit in vain.’

Still, there were many people who thought like me and threw it, so the effect was certain.

“Ouch, my arm! “My arm!”

“Ugh, mom…”

Then, flaming arrows aimed at setting fire to the oil drum flew towards the enemy.

They seem to have the same thoughts as us, so they are not shooting at anyone, but with the intention of shooting at least one more shot before they come to their senses.

To add a little bit of exaggeration, a huge amount of fire arrows were fired like a rain shower.

I glanced next to her and saw Karin aiming her bow and continuing to stare at her enemy’s camp.

After a while, she exhaled and let go of the bowstring.

“Gotcha.”

Then she smiled sharply and aimed at the next enemy…

A panicked voice was heard from the enemy line.

“Lord Poviron died after being hit by an arrow!”

It is 300 meters away, and it is crowded with enemies, so it would be very difficult to hit anyone by sniping. To pierce the neck of a high-ranking enemy knight with one blow.

My skills have been improving since I entered the fortress, but wouldn’t it really be like an elf in a game where I can climb up a tree and kill enemies from hundreds of meters, or even 1km, away?

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If that happens, wouldn’t he be a complete sniper?

At that time, the fire on the arrow began to spread throughout the enemy camp.

As logs, carts dragged by the enemies, and various supplies contained within them began to burn, fire gradually spread to the enemy camp.

“Fire, put out the fire first! “If you don’t want to die, turn off the fire first!”

“Spoon water magic at the wizards! “If all the food, hay, and weapons are burned, there is no answer!”

“f*ck, water! “Pour water on me!”

If it were a world without magic, they might all have burned to death like this.

Unfortunately, magic exists in this world.

“Water, water the earth! Water splash!”

When the Montmartre wizards used water magic, the fire caused by the oil initially grew stronger. Then, little by little, it began to fade away.

The wizards, including Lucia, who were watching this, continued to rain down fire on the enemies with the intention of burning them to death as much as possible.

“Burn my enemies! Fireball!”

“Fire, kill those who stand in my way! Fire Spear!”

“Fire Arrow!”

The enemy soldiers died helplessly from the barrage of fire magic, arrows, and stones thrown by the soldiers.

“f*ck, fire! Ahh! “Hot!”

“My arms, my legs… Save me! “I don’t want to die!”

“Fire, put out the fire.”

Even in such a situation, the soldiers of Montmartre devoted themselves to putting out the fire in order to somehow survive…

‘Unfortunately, it will never be completely reduced to ashes like the Battle of Red Cliffs.’

Still, they were almost defenseless and were attacked one-sidedly while we launched long-distance attacks, so their numbers must have been greatly reduced.

Of course, their momentum would have been completely lost, and they wouldn’t be able to see anything right now because of the smoke created by quickly putting out the fire.

‘Now is the best time to drive spears into the enemies.’

I don’t know if he read my mind, or if Pappenheim made his decision, but at that moment, the urgent sound of drums commanding an assault rang out.

“Good, it’s time to give some real education to those Montmartre slugs who only believe in those numbers! Everyone, charge!”