Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

82 – Pastek Hill Surprise Operation (6)

When I muttered this, faceless allies began to flock around me.

“Build a wall with a shield and block it!”

“Any mercenary unit is fine, so gather all the bastards who use swords!”

“If this gets breached, it’s all over!”

The guys who came in were in perfect harmony.

With weapons such as spears, shields, and swords, a perfect defense was created in an instant, so much so that it looked as if a wall was made of bricks.

It’s clearly a group of different mercenaries coming together, but seeing how they work together so well.

‘When a person is in danger of death, they demonstrate superhuman strength, right?’

I never thought that it would turn out like this, where we are in sync with each other.

Furthermore, some guys who said they could use knives came out from behind me, making all kinds of bravado.

“f*ck, I think it’s time for us to act.”

“Is it White Beard? “We can’t just let the guys with the strong beards be active…”

“Martin? Heh, we’ll show you that we’re hot too.”

They seemed to have some skills, perhaps because they voluntarily jumped out to kill them when they came running right in front of the defense…

It seemed like only about 20 of the people gathered here could sense Aurors, and among them, about 5, including me, were at the Expert level.

Have I already risen to the top of the mercenary ranks?

‘I heard it was rewarding to work so hard and not even have time to come to my senses!’

While I was steeling my resolve, mercenaries and what appeared to be the Count’s soldiers came running from a distance.

“f*ck, Pappenheim’s attack has become dull! Now is the time, charge forward!”

“Let’s all get out of this hellish place! Everyone hurry up!”

“You have to go even a second faster to survive, enemies are everywhere!”

Pappenheim, you bastard who won’t be able to cut up that f*cking organ and use it as fishing bait.

He didn’t openly flirt with Karin like that Schwappen guy, but he put off all his work and just had s*x.

No, why on earth did he lead his own unit to ambush him and leave room for the Count’s soldiers to escape?

“f*ck, I’m going crazy.”

Even in this situation, the good news is that the main force is tightly held by the knights and regular soldiers under Pappenheim.

This unit, which looks really strong, is not yet visible…

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The number of people running over there is quite large, but the flag waving among the Montmartre people over there looks like the flag of a noble family, right?

“It’s Baron Eclair! “f*ck, he’s a crazy guy who is noble and stronger than most knights!”

There are nearly hundreds of barons in the Rhine-Palatinate and Montmartre, and if their names are known, it means that the troops under them are quite strong.

I can’t believe we lost such a gentleman and had our Count use him to retreat and break through. The siege is being done in a really bad way.

Pappenheim I’ll definitely end up giving that bastard some water someday, damn it.

The man who appeared to be Baron Eclair seemed to be confident in his own abilities, and was leading the way towards Baron Eclair, holding his spear and running towards him.

“Count Résumé promised us a huge reward if we clear the escape route properly! “Anyone who wants to receive a generous reward, regardless of whether they are a mercenary, a regular soldier, a knight, or a soldier, let’s kill all of those sausage Rheinfalz bastards with me!”

He speaks for an extremely long time, but that’s probably because he’s a nobleman and is the commander of hundreds of people running over there.

‘f*ck you, Pappenheim, you premature ejaculation bastard.’

If I had held out just a little longer, I would have been able to easily capture Count Résumé, but I don’t know what they’re doing.

“Captain Dalton!”

Dalton heard my voice and sighed as if he had no choice.

“f*ck, give me the signal to shoot arrows and magic! “Even if our allies get hit a little wrong, we have to stop it here!”

Other mercenary captains also gave similar orders, and soon after, arrows and magic rained down like crazy at the enemies.

Those who were hit by magic either groaned or died without being able to do so, whether they were struck by lightning or burned by fire.

Those who were hit by the endless shower of arrows turned into hedgehogs and died, bleeding profusely.

“f*ck you, Rhine-Palatinate bastards…”

“Are you cowardly shooting your arrow from the top of a cliff?”

“Ouch, it’s hot!”

With the use of magic and arrows, their numbers decreased rapidly…

There were magic and arrows that flew at us at the bottom of the cliff incorrectly.

“Save people!”

“What the f*ck, can’t you open your eyes straight!”

“Ignore it, ignore it and look ahead!”

Baron Eclair continued to run toward us, not caring at all even though the mercenaries and regular soldiers under his command were dying from arrows and magic.

“If you’re scared, you’ll die. Let’s all survive and return home somehow!”

…… Why is this bastard called the Baron making the mercenaries unite and fight?

Thanks to his encouragement, the guys’ morale seemed quite high, if not terrible, even though they were surrounded from three directions.

“Ha, those bastards are really driving me crazy.”

And because they were bastards, the cornered rat rushed at us like biting a cat.

“Martin Squadron! Hold on to your weapon! f*ck, stop it somehow!”

Then, I held the sword tightly with both hands and cut off the head of the guy arrogantly swinging the mace in front of me.

After killing one person, another one jumped out like a zombie behind him.

“Die, you bastard!”

If they couldn’t get through to us, they would have no choice but to die, so I could see their eyes burning brightly.

Of course, a guy with no skills can’t kill me no matter how hard he tries…

‘If it goes beyond one or two to hundreds, then it becomes no joke.’

Because I knew that, I couldn’t hide my nervousness.

They continued to hit us like waves, and I could often hear the screams and curses coming from the people around me as they were dying.

“f*ck you, you bunch of ants!”

“Ugh, mom…”

“Am I going to die like this?”

I am holding on somehow with my own skills, but if things continue like this, it will become dangerous.

On the other hand, those who had to break through this siege continued to increase their momentum in order to somehow survive.

“We must punish those bastards at all costs so that we can survive!”

With that in mind, the Montmartre guys continued to increase their momentum and pushed us out.

Suddenly, deaths began to appear among the platoon members under my command, and the number of people attacking me did not decrease but increased dramatically.

At first, there were only two or three people attacking at a time, but now the number has increased to four or five…

“Kill the guy who comes out over there first!”

They must have been smart, but they placed weak guys at the vanguard to reduce our stamina, and then stronger guys came out at the back.

They are using all kinds of tricks to really drive people crazy.

“f*ck, really. “f*ck you guys.”

The Baron, who received my praise, continued to deploy soldiers.

“The only way to live is to move forward! March forward!”

Both armies were slowly being consumed by Baron Eclair’s reckless one-point breakthrough strategy.

Our mercenary corps has requested that an elite member, such as Walter, be left behind.

“Captain, I’ll just take a 10-minute breather…”

Dalton nodded his head and agreed with his words while dealing with the enemy.

The captain obviously wanted elites like Walter to remain on the front line, but he probably agreed because he knew that it would be a bigger loss if he died after losing strength.

“Martin, are you worth it?”

With those words, I made a joke while killing the enemy.

“I feel like I’m going to die. Can I fall back?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. “From the way you talk, I can see you could kill 100 more people.”

Most of the time, if I tell a joke like this, I can forget the hardships, but right now, I don’t feel anything, perhaps because it’s so difficult.

Even in that situation, the enemies continued to attack me…

After holding on like that for nearly an hour, the knights under the Baron began to come out.

“Die, you mercenary!”

The low-level knight who came in front of me swung his sword at me, and I deflected it and struck back immediately.

“Such a mercenary!”

“What do you say? “On the subject of a weak article.”

I immediately cut off the head of a guy who had no skills but was only showing off.

However, as regular soldiers and knights who put in some effort continued to appear…

I asked for help from Hans Centurion, who seemed to be the only one among the surrounding units who had some spare time.

“Century Hans, I need help here!”

He may be a bit stupid and his eyes on me are unlucky, but he certainly won’t ignore a request for support from a fellow mercenary corps member, right?

However, contrary to what I thought, the reinforcements that Hans was supposed to send continued to be delayed.

**

At this time, Lucia, along with Karin, continued to use magic to slaughter Baron Eclair and his mercenaries who were attacking the Whitebeard mercenaries.

“Fireball!”

When Lucia chanted a spell and fired it, several of the soldiers who followed Baron Eclair were burned to death.

But her expression was not good.

This is because Platoon Commander Martin, whom Lucia has been in love with for some time, is in crisis.

Furthermore, I don’t know why Centurion Hans, who was requested for support, did not split up his unit and send support, but continued to fight among himself…

‘If we continue like this, the platoon leader…’

And just in time, the army of Count Résumé, including Baron Eclair, thought that this was an opportunity not to be missed.

A large number of soldiers and knights were mobilized at once to kill Martin, who was at the center of blocking their retreat.

As I looked down there, it seemed like Martin couldn’t do it on his own.

However, it is not possible to ask for help from other mercenary wizards.

In the end, Lucia knew that just like Martin had done before, she had to take on the challenge of intermediate level magic, even though it was a daunting task for her now.

‘With the power of intermediate magic… I can save the platoon leader…’

And Lucia memorized the intermediate magic spell she had memorized.

“Fire, become a spear that pierces the enemies in front of me, burn and destroy all enemies…”

Not only was it higher than her magical power level, but she was now in a state where her magical energy was greatly depleted, so it was a gamble with a high probability of failure…

‘I must do it.’

“The trees are burned by the hot flames and all life disappears. Spirit of Fire, judge them with your power… Fire Spear!”