Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

79 – Pastek Hill Surprise Operation (3)

When I gave the order to charge, our mercenaries also raised their weapons high in the sky.

“The time has come to break out of the shell of the Montmartre slugs!”

“Kill everyone without leaving a single one behind!”

“Only Pappenheim is a waste of money, let’s show that we are still very useful!”

The number is 2.5 Times greater than ours, but I guess it’s because I saw them unconscious after being attacked by surprise.

I’m really glad that everyone seems to have very high morale.

Then, before charging, I circulated the aura throughout my body.

As always, I felt a surge of strength that I had never had before, and my grip on the sword became much stronger.

I’ve used aurors countless times, no, but I never felt this sensation when I lived in Korea… It’s so thrilling and good every time I feel it.

“Everyone charge with spears! “f*ck like a man!”

With those words, the soldiers, including me, ran down the hill with all our might.

If you do this, the acceleration from going down from the top of the hill and the weight of the person and the spear are added, further maximizing its power.

‘The visibility is limited due to the smoke below, and since we were ambushed, the actual fear must be enormous.’

As if to prove that my guess was correct, the sound of the Montmartre guys’ screams mixed with the thick smoke stimulated our ears.

“f*ck, help me! “It’s a surprise, a surprise!”

“Stop putting out the fire and grab the spear!”

“If you don’t want to die, have a large, large size. “What kind of mountain dog formation is that?”

You can roughly guess the situation behind enemy lines just by hearing the struggles of the high-ranking people trying to avoid death at all costs and the voices of those at the lowest level in confusion.

The lower-level subordinates are probably panicking because they are so scared that they have lost the will to fight properly, and on top of that, senior mercenaries or ten-commander-level soldiers are probably using violence to indoctrinate those below them…

When I thought about the situation they were in again, one corner of my mouth went up without me realizing it.

“Insane things that make you lose your senses in one surprise attack.”

Of course, it would be unfair for me to say this from the perspective of the victim, but…

No, if it looked like he was going to die, the border department should have done its best to prevent this from happening by using enough soldiers and scouts.

After running for about 10 seconds, I saw the face of a man with his mouth wide open and frozen in the rising smoke.

It was a waste of time to kill him with a swing of the sword, so I hit him with my body and killed him.

“Ugh!”

Then, he began to cut down every single one who looked like an enemy in front of him, regardless of whether or not he was human.

“Die, you Montmartre slugs!”

The soldiers following me took advantage of the momentum of their run and stabbed the soldiers in front of them all at once.

“Rhine-Palatinate bastards…”

“Mom, save me!”

“I shouldn’t die like this.”

It seems that quite a few of the enemy’s whispers can be heard in the enemy formation…

“How does the assault of the Whitebeard mercenaries taste? “Is it a little too spicy for you snails?”

It was obvious to anyone that they suffered much greater losses in this conflict.

Unless they had some kind of talent for flying, he was ambushed and hit with a spear in his body.

If you’re fine, you’re a human, you’re a monster living somewhere.

“Long live the Whitebeard Mercenaries!”

“Look at those Montmartre slugs!”

“We are not such an easy opponent!”

After everyone cheered, I heard Captain Dalton’s command from a little distance away from me.

“Our position is the enemy’s last resort! Everyone, make sure they don’t escape this place! “The guy with the intact spear stands in front, and the guy with the broken spear stands behind and form a square to block them!”

The 2,000 troops led by Baron Pappenheim were ambushed on a road that could be passed back and forth, and then ambushed them all at once.

To put this another way, even if you succeed in ambushing the enemy, if the front or back is breached, they will use that as an arrow and flee all at once.

We will experience the disaster of losing all the fish we caught…

‘We must defend this position at all costs.’

We immediately got away from them, formed a square as instructed by Captain Dalton, and closed the lid completely.

Mercenaries at the level of leader and senior mercenary trained the soldiers under their command.

“f*ck, if you don’t want to die, lift your spear straight up!”

“If we just hang in here, we will win!”

“It’s time to show the power of the Whitebeard mercenaries.”

When the square was formed, the flag bearer, receiving a signal from Captain Dalton, tilted his flag forward.

Me and my platoon, the soldiers belonging to the Whitebeard Mercenaries, followed the signal and walked into a place where visibility was restricted due to the still rising clouds.

“If you see an enemy in front of you, just stab them and kill them!”

When visibility is limited, it is difficult for those being ambushed, but it is also quite difficult for us who ambush them.

However, the soldiers in our mercenary unit moved according to the ritual as if they had been trained before.

“One, stab! Take out the spear with two, and hit it with three! Now, one, two, three!”

The soldiers thrust and pulled out their spears according to the movements, and used the spears to attack the enemy that suddenly appeared from the fog.

“Die, you Montmartre bastard!”

The enemy was not a fool either, so he tried to counterattack when our mercenaries appeared in sight…

“You bastard, die!”

The movements of our mercenary soldiers, who moved reflexively according to the ritual, were about half a beat faster.

“Ugh…”

After driving the enemy away for about 10 minutes, the fog slowly began to clear…

Unlike when the smoke was thick, the Montmartre guys also began to properly organize their units again.

“Golden Barley Mercenaries! Set! Unite as one!”

“We come together as one and push out all at once!”

“For no reason, don’t let those Rhine-Palatinate bastards come out!”

They’ve been attacked by us now, so they’ll do everything in their power to get out of here.

Then, based on those going toward the Seriz fortress where we were stationed, all attacks will be focused on the rear end, which we are guarding, rather than the vanguard.

If we fail to use any means possible to turn those who are trying to unite over there into a ragtag mess, we will end up creating more problems that could have been prevented with a hoe.

‘If that happens, it will only be a useless sacrifice.’

“Captain Dalton! Are you going to let those damn mercenaries unite?”

“There is no way. I will command your platoon, so I will attach Heinz and those who work hard. “Kill all those ragtag bastards over there who are either golden barley or yellow barley.”

When I was told to go wild now, I circulated the aura throughout my body.

With my hand holding the sword tightly clenched, I stared at the mercenaries and Montmartre soldiers who were slowly forming a square.

‘Is that guy who is called Golden Barley the weakest?’

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No matter which one, if I find a weakness, I will bite and tear it apart like a lion or a tiger.

As I stared at the enemy lines for about 20 seconds, I saw a gap in the Golden Barley mercenaries before my eyes.

‘If I miss this, I’m not a human being.’

“Commander Heinz! “I will take the lead, so please follow me from behind!”

As soon as I said that, I put Aura on my legs and shot my body like a bullet.

The Golden Barley welcomed me warmly as soon as they saw me.

Everyone was gritting their teeth and some even broke into a cold sweat because of how warmly they were greeted.

“I’m an Auror expert!”

“Be prepared! Defend the formation!”

“I know that experts don’t use swords or spears!”

As I approached, they began to huddle together to somehow block my attack.

“Stop that son of a b*tch!”

But regardless, I looked straight into the eyes of the guy right in front of me and aimed my sword at his neck.

After the blink of an eye, his neck was pierced by my sword and turned into a skewer.

“Our leader of the Ten! Bastard! Die!”

“I guess they attacked us because we looked like the easiest, but we will show you that we are the strongest!”

“Even if the Rhine-Palatinate bastards come out!”

The other guys all tried to stab me to death, but…

‘Slow.’

I don’t know who the mercenary leader is, but they seem to be in the bottom tier of a second-rate mercenary force that is roughly coordinated…

These bastards, with a little exaggeration, could pour down a truckload and not even touch my neck.

“You bastards, die! “You chicken head!”

I put aura on my sword and cut down the weapons of those near me.

When the guys saw the weapon being cut off, their jaws dropped open.

“Whoa…f*ck.”

And soon their necks fell off with a crunch like an apple falling from my sword.

“You brats, on a subject you have no skill in.”

Looking behind me, I saw other senior officers, including Commander Heinz, cooking these guys well.

The first attack went so well, are we halfway there?