Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

24 – Battle of Primer Plains (3)

The spearmen under my command listened to my words and started moving according to the ceremony.

Considering that I was just embarrassed because it was a real battle, it would be close to being controlled by me like a puppet because of the training I rolled for over a month.

Anyway, the guys stood at exact intervals and pointed their spears at the enemy at the exact angle.

I also stood in the middle of the line with the same coordinated movement as them.

“f*ck you for charging, if you run with a spear and scream like a savage like those recruit idiots over there, you’ll just be f*cked. Cubs! Got it?”

“Yes!”

“Hook! You and I are the center! Follow me! And the rest of you guys, do you think everything in your head is plausible? It’s all sh*t So, as I said, if you want to prick, poke, and if you tell me to take it out, take it out! When told to walk, walk!”

I was a mercenary in my previous life, fighting hand-to-hand combat, and the possessed body itself was a kid who was good at handling spears and swords from the beginning, so unlike those guys, I was able to go on a rampage alone.

Originally, newcomers called meat shields are worse than quack savage doctors who endanger not only their own lives but also the lives of their comrades if they are allowed to move freely in the first battle.

And on the other side, I could see other guys trying to fill the squares occupied by those who had turned to charcoal.

“That f*cked baby, brought a wizard and blows the magic right in front of you?”

“They are horo bastards with no f*cking morals on the battlefield. Mother, I need to send it to your mother’s side as soon as possible so that I can use it!”

“You bastards who aren’t as good as dogs, you have to get a true education from this old man to come to your senses, right?”

f*cking bastards, if you get scared, bring a wizard and do the same. Why are you talking like a little girl while talking?

“Poke forward!”

As soon as we said that, we all stabbed our spears at the enemy’s neck.

Some have been able to pierce their enemies’ necks, others haven’t, but I don’t have time to worry about that now.

I have to drive these cubs so hard that they can’t think of anything, just like whipping a horse to run with all its might.

If you don’t, these bastards will lose their minds from the shock of killing a person in the first place, or they’ll make a pointless mistake and suffer a dog’s death.

So even when I was a f*cking mercenary or a noncommissioned officer, the new recruits would not let me think of anything else at all because they were grinding nonstop during combat or training.

“You bastards, are you out of your mind? Take out the spear and stab again. If the kid across from you is dead, I told you to help the guy next to you! f*cking as a group, do you want to die today and go to your ancestors and get a kiss?”

“No!”

“Poke when told to stab, pull when told to remove!”

I immediately looked back and said.

“Karin, if we miss someone, please use arrows to keep them in check, Lucia! We’ll protect you as best we can, but don’t lose your mind! If I give you a signal, always be ready to shoot your magic!”

Karin nodded her head as if it were natural, and Lucia pulled her tail up as if to show that she was nervous.

She believed that, although she showed signs of insecurity, she would do well enough because she had been through the ritual training.

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Why is it said that a drop of sweat shed during training reduces a gourd of blood in actual battle, so wouldn’t it have a great effect here as well?

“Martin Tentacles, the frightened one dies first! So don’t put any thoughts in that f*cking head and just follow me!”

Then, with my soldiers, I dug into the enemy square bit by bit.

“Poke!”

As I spoke, I stabbed the neck of the guy in front of me at the same time.

There were times when the spear poles crossed each other or bounced off each other, but I blocked them or Karin behind me took care of them as best I could.

“Thank you, Senior Karin!”

As soon as he said that, one of the enemy soldiers in front of us fell.

“Baker, you f*cking bastard who ate this concept while killing it! I told you not to strain your arm unless I stabbed the enemy head or torso with a spear!”

“Sorry!”

“If you have time to be sorry, look at the chewy pieces that are grinded in the millstone you are trying to kill in front of you! I can’t be sorry if I die, it’s a baby who can’t do this dog! Lucas, stab me!”

After killing the enemy several times, our ten ligaments were already quite deep in the enemy square.

Karin was calm, and timid Lucia was still showing a cautious side.

Some of the guys under my command have already shown their excitement for killing a few people, and there was a guy who was self-absorbed.

“f*ck, the pups that the mother and father gave birth to look like they were ground on the face of a millstone! Die!”

“How much did we roll while doing the rituals and all, I’ll gut you f*cking bastards!”

“Don’t shove me in the face, you idiots who aren’t as good as rags!”

Assholes, the only time you can get excited about a war is when you return to your own camp and rest.

Will anyone come to their senses if they lose their guard here and see if someone flies away?

Ah, I really want to straighten out that nasty tail while bombarding Wonsan after putting my head on the ground like during ritual training.

“f*ck you, you idiots! Get out of your mind! Make it tense The battle hasn’t even started yet! If you don’t come to your senses, after the war, when others drink and play, you’ll roll your dick left and right on the floor as a group. Won’t you come to your senses?”

When I cursed at them myself, their expressions became serious again, as if reason had returned.

And I immediately called the platoon leader nearby in a loud voice.

“Chelsea Platoon Captain, Chelsea Platoon Captain! Damn, if I push on like this, can you support me?”

The platoon leader replied by slashing the enemy with a huge two-handed sword.

“Damn it, I took some f*cking new recruits and went all the way in and fell asleep. Wait a minute, you f*cking bastard. Because it looks like the captain is watching.”

Hearing that, I looked around.

Our teenagers were pushing the enemy mercenaries very well in accordance with the rules, but is it because the other recruits are still out of breath?

I was fighting a close battle with the enemy.

And Fjord isn’t completely pushed back, but the two new recruits seem to have just been pierced by spears or arrows as the word ‘meat shield’ says.

Looking back at the overall situation, considering that our enemy, Count Philorand, that damn bastard hired some elite mercenaries…

‘They’re treating me well enough, but it’s a pity that it ends like this.’

“Platoon commander! It just seems like our tens are moving ahead, so can’t we just tell them to give it all back to our reserve forces?”

“Ha, you f*cking bastard. You said I’d tell you! Wait a minute, you premature ejaculation bastard.”

At those words, I pretended to be angry and raised my voice.

“The idiot Fior of the next platoon is not training properly for new recruits, so if we continue like this, we will all be broken. We’re all screwed up as a group! Because of that bastard son of a b*tch, they sold their portraits as a group! I’m not in such a hurry because I’m an idiot!”

The platoon commander listened to me and looked in the direction where Fior was.

After a while, he shouted in a loud, angry roar.

“Oh, that fjor-f*ckin’ bastard. After 13 damn years of being a mercenary, I can’t even become a platoon leader, and there’s a reason the other 10 commanders treat me like an idiot?”

When I heard that, I cheered inwardly.

Because that statement was the same as saying that the argument that would give me and my ten ligaments a chance to play a big role once again on this battlefield with the white beard mercenaries was halfway passed.

“A bastard with a dick in his brain? Yeah, i f*cking understand I’ll report it to the captain and bring in the reserve corps to ask you guys to apply.”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you, you and I are having a hard time cleaning up the poop that Fjor bastard froze to death.”

And I ordered those around me.

“Martin ten ligament, hold tight! Lucia, you don’t need all of them, prepare the strongest magic you can use! After a while, when the backup team arrives, they’ll break through the road with that magic and dig in at once!”

“Yes, captain of the Ten Commandments! But I still don’t have enough mana, so I can only use low-level magic…”

“Squeeze out your mana as much as possible and use it as loudly as possible!”

Shortly thereafter, under the direction of Captain Dalton, the reserve corps joined behind me.

Now that this has happened, we must not fail by any means.

If that was the case last time I charged alone as ordered and posted a criminal record, this time the lives of our tens and reserve corps are all on my shoulders.

The weight is heavy, but should Martin-nim be scared at this level?