Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

99 – Beheading Operation (4)

Baron Ainz’s thunderous voice rang out.

The soldiers under Count Beluga who were released from the rear were astonished.

They finally noticed our presence and started running rampant to respond.

Everyone was hurriedly looking for windows and moving around to form a defensive line.

In urgent times like this, we need to maintain composure, even if we don’t have enough peace of mind, to not disturb each other.

Those who have been stabbed in the back so suddenly are unable to maintain even the minimum order.

Some people start running to the right when they should be running to the left.

“You crazy guy! “Your platoon is on the left, left!”

In other places, it was common for people moving around in a hurry to bump into each other.

“Ugh, where the f*ck are you putting your eyes on!”

“You ran to a strange place!”

“Oh my, you piece of sh*t!”

As the situation progressed so quickly, countless stupid situations were happening that we would not have been able to laugh at if our allies had done something like that.

And at this time, Lucia finished chanting her magic.

“Flame spear that will burn the enemy, burn the enemy in front of me! Fire Spear!”

At around the same time, other wizards finished chanting, and Baron Ainz swung his sword in front of him.

“Kill them all! “It clearly shows the power of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire!”

According to the order, the archers fired arrows at the rear of the army led by Count Beluga.

They unilaterally attacked us with magic and arrows.

“Ugh, sh*t!”

“Those cowardly rats…”

“Spear! Grab your spear and prepare! “They are coming soon!”

In the meantime, there was someone who said that we should form a formation and strengthen our defense properly in order to somehow block the attack of our decapitation unit…

Our wizards did not sit still and watch with open eyes as the enemies formed their formation.

“Fire Spear!”

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“Fire!!”

“Phoenix Strike!”

Dozens of fire-type magic, which is best for causing great damage to enemies, were fired at the enemies, and they became the target of the magic bombardment.

In an instant, they were reduced to ashes or roasted while standing, turning them into whole human roasts.

Some of the new recruits who survived the sudden attack and the magical baptism that exerted tremendous power began to complain of PTSD.

“Henry has been reduced to ashes! “f*ck, you said you wanted to get ahead with me, make a lot of money, and then go home!”

“No, no! “We are all going to die!”

“f*ck, formation… We need to build a formation…”

The guy who went on a rampage, saying that everyone was going to die, had his head blown off as an example, and the rest of the guys who went on a rampage began receiving physical treatment from their seniors.

Watching that, I realized once again how vulnerable humans are to surprise attacks.

‘Both people and animals cannot come to their senses if they are hit in the back.’

Baron Ainz immediately raised his sword to the sky and gave an order.

“Blow the trumpets and beat the drums! All the soldiers charge while shouting! We attack when they are distracted! And raise the signal!”

After those words were finished, the bugler and drummer in our decapitation unit played fast and cheerful sounds.

Several arrows and magic bullets were fired into the sky.

Among those who fight under Count Beluga, those who look like veterans because they are well-equipped with armor are better than seeing their allies die…

When an ‘unknown signal’ was sent, they showed a more fearful response.

“f*ck, I fell into a trap!”

“If you don’t want to die, get out now!”

“You f*cking empires!”

A celebrity I like said on TV, ‘Just when you think it’s too late, it’s really too late.’

If they already realize that it’s too late, what can they do if they just get trampled to death?

I shouted loudly when I saw our white men.

“Everyone attack! “Just do what you learned in training!”

The majority of soldiers, including new recruits, who could not use Aurors, were instructed to move according to the rituals and guerrilla training they practiced until they were bleeding and full.

This instruction had a more effective effect in relieving the tension among us white guys than I expected.

“Let’s go forward! “Let’s go change hands!”

“Why should I make more money and then drink alcohol?”

“Let’s go in, damn it! “The centurion is watching from behind!”

Then, the soldiers of the beheading unit, including the white corps led by me, quickly walked towards the enemy lines.

I saw other mercenaries on the way, and they were trying hard to keep their distance and coordinate their movements…

It looked so crude that it could not be compared with our Baekundae, which had unified the movements of stabbing with a spear and striking the enemy with a little bit of exaggeration through formal training.

Out of 10 soldiers in a horizontal line, 2 are moving forward, but they are moving forward by raising their left arm while others are raising their right arm.

The spacing wasn’t right, so after only walking 200 meters, the formation changed from a square rectangular shape to an elongated trapezoid shape.

The guys leading that unit were yelling all sorts of things from the rear.

“You f*cking bastards, it’s a rectangle! “How many times have I told you that your life depends on how you maintain your shape?!”

When charging or colliding with an enemy, until guns came out, or more precisely, until weapons like assault rifles that could kill dozens of people in an instant were widely used.

Winning or losing a battle depends on how well the allies unite.

It’s not that I don’t understand why those guys are yelling like that.

‘Apart from that, there are people like that, so my white corps under the Whitebeard Mercenaries will stand out.’

As we moved forward in unison, we soon came face to face with the enemy army, whose formation had completely collapsed.

If it were like in the past, I would have gone first and fought with a sword or stood in the vanguard and fought while giving certain orders…

“Right now I have to preserve my stamina and rush out at a critical time… Platoon Leader Otto, I’ll trust you!”

At those words, Otto raised his right hand as if to tell him not to worry.

Soon after, our troops and the soldiers led by Count Beluga clashed.

A clash between our allies, who are forming a formation and launching an attack under control, and Count Beluga’s army, which is losing its senses after being ambushed.

The outcome of this conflict was absolutely in our army’s favor, just as we had expected before we fought them.

“You idiots, this is not even a single shot away!”

“Don’t show off!”

“Keep it square and push forward!”

Because Count Beluga’s soldiers failed to form a proper formation, organized resistance was impossible.

On the other hand, our soldiers who formed a proper square and attacked the enemy were able to fight in cooperation with the soldiers in front, behind, or next to them.

“f*ck you, you stab me next to those cowardly bastards.”

Even if one of our hundred soldiers died, his place was immediately filled by another soldier, so there was no gap in the formation.

“Milton! “f*ck, these bastards are all dead!”

Thanks to the formation operated in this way, our white troops were able to slaughter the enemy more efficiently and more reliably.

Otto and other platoon commanders also gave appropriate orders to support our troops.

“2Nd platoon! “The 2nd Platoon, support the golden pigs next to you!”

The 2nd Platoon followed the order and moved to the place where the Golden Pig mercenaries were fighting.

The golden pigs cheered after receiving the sudden reinforcements.

“f*ck it, reinforcements!”

“Whitebeard pups, they’re cool dogs.”

“Kill those belugas!”

The guys from the 2nd platoon didn’t show any signs of it outwardly, but when I looked closely at their expressions with the Aura in their eyes, the corners of their mouths rose all the way to their ears.

‘Well, it can only be good for them to be recognized by others on the battlefield.’

The 2nd platoon leader gave an order in a loud voice.

“Not in the front where the golden pigs are hitting, but stab hard in the diagonal direction in the upper right! “And then we go back!”

The 2nd platoon followed the order and moved quickly and orderly toward the beluga guys…

“Now is the time, stab! Poke, pull out, stab! Tune in to the signal! “Stab!”

The 2nd Platoon stood on the side of the Montmartre guys who were fighting the Golden Pigs and stabbed hard at the side of the mercenaries fighting.

Let’s use the power of the group while maintaining perfect control…

“f*ck, what kind of dog stabbed me in the side?”

“You damn bastards!”

“Reorganize, reorganize!”

The guys who got stabbed in an unexpected place were instantly distracted by the attack of our 1st platoon.

‘This will further spread our reputation.’

Thinking like that makes me feel like my arrogance is rising even higher.

Still, you have to be more careful in times like this, so you can avoid getting into big trouble later…

“Martin is a hundred! Don’t get distracted just because you’re doing well here! “Move exactly as you trained!”

“Yes, centurion!”

“I will give the command myself, so just move!”

After saying that, I observed the guys in front of our unit.

“One!”

At my command, all the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rows of our hundred corps stabbed their spears at the same time.

No matter how they blocked the first row of soldiers, they attacked the second and third rows of soldiers at once.

The ordinary soldiers of Montmartre were unable to even attempt to avoid the attack and bled to death.

“Two without the window!”

With those words, they all took away the enemy’s spears and weapons.

“Okay, let’s do it again!”

When they struck all at once again, the enemy soldiers in front of them collapsed, unable to overcome the power of the group.

‘This is the power of a group…’

Unlike previous battles that relied on my individual strength, the power of managing a group like this…

I was instantly intoxicated by the mulberry of that powerful power.