Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

80 – Pastek Hill Surprise Operation (4)

I feel like I’m halfway there, but in other words, I’m only halfway there…

To be honest, we can say that we have only succeeded in the surprise attack, but there is a mountain of work to do.

Now here, in front of us, there are people who are trying to make trouble for us by forming a bad formation. First we have to kill them.

And soon enough, those who are trying to retreat will come towards the Whitebeard mercenaries. We need to stop them too.

It’s very easy to say in words, but in reality, it’s a dangerous thing that can tear your body apart and possibly even kill you.

‘I must strengthen my resolve.’

Still, we are better than the golden barley guys who lost their senses thanks to our surprise attack.

“The Rhine-Palatinate bastards are coming! Request support from the mercenary unit next door!”

“Would you like to come?”

“Step back and regroup!”

The mercenary leader is distracted by the raid and is randomly changing orders.

The mercenaries under his command are swinging wildly to the right and left according to orders, and they look like reeds swaying in the wind.

‘Are you idiots trying to be cute by asking us to harvest some branches?’

Well, my mercenary team, including me, will harvest all of those guys anyway.

“You bastards!”

I immediately wrapped my entire body in aurors and started at the closest ones, one, two, three… To add to the exaggeration, every time I swung my sword, someone’s head fell to the ground and rolled.

In Korea, no matter how hardened a soldier is, or even a warrior who has used a sword all his life, it is something that is difficult to do…

It was a feat that was possible because the Auror Expert’s sword could cut through steel harder than human bones in one go when surrounded by a sword.

Since one human being can generate this kind of power, I feel like I’m addicted to the drug called war without even realizing it…

What does it matter?

It’s not like I’m suffering from the aftereffects of war due to PTSD, and I’m not slaughtering the people in front of me for no reason.

With my sword swinging and some distance from the guys, I took a moment to catch my breath and snapped my fingers.

“If you don’t want to die, throw away your weapon. And if he kneels, his life will be spared.”

The guys in front of me gritted their teeth, their faces turned red, and they rushed at me.

“Kill that bastard!”

“Punch him with a spear, and unless he’s a master, one good hit can send him away!”

“Poke everything, anywhere!”

Even though his comrades who died before his eyes proved that he was no match for them, he still can’t come to his senses.

Still, I hate to think that they will soon become my achievements and turn into money and fame.

It is not visible.

‘Rather cute.’

Then they formed their own formation with me at the center.

The guys with shields and swords are at the front, followed by maces, and at the back are short spears.

The reason that about a dozen people formed this formation in an instant is probably because I and the other members of our mercenary unit are so good at cutting, right?

Why can’t even a slightly poor person become a capable person if he or she is on fire?

“Kill that bastard! “For the honor of our Golden Barley Mercenaries, kill that bastard!”

When a guy who looked a bit classy started to set up in front of me with a shield and a sword, the first thing they did was try to restrict my movements with the shield.

For a moment, I thought about taking the shield with my body, knocking them down, and taking advantage…

The shield they are holding is not a small round shield, but a shield about the height of a person that shield soldiers use to keep in check a long spear phalanx.

In other words, it is an item that can withstand being hit by quite a few people or even horses.

“Even if I, an expert, attack it, it may not work.”

Even though I said that, there was absolutely no need for me to feel anxious because of that.

“Isn’t a shield supposed to hold a sword?”

The day I made up my mind was market day, and the day I decided to kill them was their memorial day, so I ran towards them.

The shield soldiers holding the shields moved as I expected.

“Put the shield on the ground! “Restrict his movements and stab him!”

The shield soldiers put their shields with wedges on the bottom into the ground and gave off quite a stern force.

“Come in and take a look!”

“I will crush you to pieces!”

“You son of a b*tch, you’re finished.”

Instead of answering that question, I raised the corners of my mouth.

Then, I put aura into the sword and used the skill of cutting the body with the armor together with the sword.

First, I pierced the shield of the guy in front of me with my sword.

I guess I stabbed it a little too deeply, or I was lucky, but I heard its dying words.

“Ugh!”

The Golden Barley guys around me tried to put pressure on me by surrounding me with shields, as if they were trying to brag that they were the elite of this mercenary corps.

“Die! “You rotten bastard!”

“I’ll make you a hedgehog!”

“f*ck you, you tin bastard.”

Anyway, I retrieved the knife I had stabbed, filled it with aura, and this time cut off the shield and the guy next to me with a single sword.

After kicking the corpse in front of him and knocking him over, he turned his body to the right.

After that, they tried to chop me down with something like a mace or a war hammer…

‘Even if you fly, you’ll be within the palm of Buddha’s hand.’

I immediately used the soles of my feet on the ground as support and grabbed the guy in front of me with my armor.

The guy, wearing armor that was much harder and heavier than a human body, flew away as if he had been hit by a motorcycle.

“Save people, ugh!”

He knocked down three of his comrades in the direction he was flying, and I went to the right, stomping on their faces with my Auror.

“Ugh!”

“No, help me!”

“You can’t die like this, damn it!”

Those whose faces were stepped on had their heads exploded and died instantly, and the faces of those hiding behind the shield turned completely white.

From noble mtl dot com

“Crazy monster bastard.”

“Kill that bastard!”

“Put a mace in that son of a b*tch’s head!”

Honestly, the scariest thing for me when fighting with a sword is the guys who put pressure on me with a shield or the guys who use the length of the spear to harass me.

Weapons that do not take advantage of length, such as maces or flails, are not that scary.

Because if I dig in a little faster, they won’t be able to move.

“Where is your leader?”

So, I pointed my sword at them, thinking that although they were alive now, they would soon turn into corpses.

The guy holding the flail looks like he’s the weakest, so if we start with that guy, it looks like it’ll be a good idea to sort out the guys around him…

I have to kill that guy first and then go straight inside.

As soon as I set my target, I flew towards the guy.

To quickly, yet calmly, stab the sword into the guy’s throat like an arrow flying towards a target.

As I was running like that, guys with mace and spearmen attacked me.

He hit my armor with a mace and aimed at my vital points with a spear…

‘As long as I have armor, I won’t be mortally wounded by this much.’

So, I decided to deflect only the attacks aimed at my vital points and ignore the rest.

“Die! “You scumbag!”

“I’ll clearly show you how scary the Golden Barley mercenaries are!”

“You son of a b*tch, I’ll open your head!”

I don’t know exactly how many attacks are flying towards me…

There are only three attacks that can inflict fatal wounds.

I looked straight at the dangerous attack and avoided it, or deflected it with my sword.

“Can you bastards kill me!”

Then, heavy attacks from maces and spears flew at the areas I did not defend.

The impact of the mace was like being hit with a baseball bat, but the spear, which was a stabbing weapon, was blocked by armor mixed with mithril, so it only gave the same level of impact as hitting it with a stick.

‘It’s not for nothing that the maces used by medieval knights were treated as exclusive weapons that could work against guys wearing armor.’

Well, those weaklings can’t kill me with the maces they wield.

“What a shameful thing, do you guys stand up properly?”

After saying that sarcastically, I swung my sword and blew off the head of the guy who was teasing me and making fun of me.

Then there was a guy stabbing me from behind with a spear…

“No way, you bastard.”

I grabbed his spear pole with my left hand and pulled it hard.

“You crazy son of a b*tch!”

Then he smashed the face of the flying bastard with his left fist.

“If you guys have that much skill, can you catch me?”

As I played the game, I could hear our mercenaries cheering behind me.

“As expected, he is Martin, the crazy dog of our mercenary unit!”

“Follow Martin!”

“Long live the platoon leader!”

They say that unless it is a war full of bullets, one hero who goes wild in close combat can change the course of the war.

The guys I’m dealing with are nothing but trash, and thanks to the fact that we succeeded in the surprise attack, our morale is sky-high.

“They fight like this even in normal times.”

I complained a little, but it wasn’t because I was particularly dissatisfied.

And now I gazed at the flag of the Golden Barley Mercenaries that was visible right in front of my eyes and at the guy who looked like a captain standing nearby.

“Maybe it’s because he’s a famous captain, but the auror fog is clearly visible to his eyes. “He’s the perfect match.”

I will have to kill that bastard myself to prove my amazing ability.