Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

26 – Battle of Primer Plains (5)

Although this game I possessed is a fantasy game, it is oddly faithful to historical research.

One of them was that the soldiers raised by nobles were stronger than most mercenaries.

It’s an element that doesn’t seem like a fantasy game, but the mercenary corps just picks out most of the new recruits and calls them meat shields and uses them roughly.

Aristocrats, from the time they first hire a soldier, check whether they have a good physique or courage, and then select them.

He generously pours in the taxes of his territory to support them both physically and mentally.

Day and night, they take the best instructors they can hire, train them, and try to set their equipment to A-level as much as possible.

So, of course, the crew continues to grind for the reason that they randomly select people without fundamentals and send them into battle without proper training. When it comes to armor, the number of mercenaries wearing cloth armor made of cloth is bound to outnumber the majority of the mercenaries.

“Platoon Commander Walter, it looks like our kids are tired from their first march, so can we pull back a bit?”

“If the recruits, meat shields, have done this much, they have done their part.”

“Thank you.”

“Okay, would you like to fall in love at this point too?”

Thank you for the favor, but I had a chance to prove my ability by going wild by myself, and I’d rather throw my dick away than jump around here with the excuse that I’m tired of being scared.

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“I will only be grateful. If you look over there, you can see the crest flag waving. Apparently, there’s one young knight. Because he thinks of me as a daughter.”

“f*ck, you bastard whose brain is on the tip of a sword. That’s why I f*cking like it.”

And not long after, I left my men behind and was left alone to stand in the vanguard.

“Martin is the vanguard. We only support him if he digs in at will! Do you understand, you assholes?”

“Yes, platoon leader!”

“Okay, then get ready to f*ck everyone! Martin, see you running and go in all at once.”

Walter Platoon Commander gave us another chance to rampage, we must make use of this.

It’s not enough that you’ve been active so far, so shouldn’t you show a more impressive image?

After making that promise, I immediately ran out to where the enemy soldiers were waiting.

The enemies on the other side are aiming their spears at me, but I don’t even think about walking and digging into them, I just try to push them away.

At first glance, it seems reckless and crazy, but I think it’s safer to make a long spear square and jump into the waiting area rather than worrying about when you will be exposed to arrows and magic that will be fired from behind.

“Do you think anything less than the dog of Count Philorand’s family can stop me, Martin Mayer, the commander of the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps? Hurry up, kneel down and beg for help, or give your heads!”

So I put the aura on both legs and sprinted out at full speed.

“You may not know about the foolish mercenaries in front of us, but we are not!”

“Follow that bastard who doesn’t know how high the sky is! He’s like a loach that disturbs the Count’s army. Catch him!”

“Even if the 1st line is penetrated, we cannot penetrate the 2nd line.”

At the same time, even though they probably hadn’t undergone formal training, they all aimed at my throat, which was a conspicuous weakness in my armor, and stabbed them all at once.

Fast-speed stabbing, precise targeting, and even pushing with large numbers.

A cursory glance at it, while running at this speed, it seemed difficult to deflect the tip of the spear with a sword or use large movements to avoid it.

Therefore, as I ran forward, I ducked quickly to avoid the spearhead attack.

Then, the tips of the spears of those called the Standing Army lost their target and began to wander.

“Die, you worms!”

As I straightened my bowed back, I stabbed my sword from bottom to top toward the neck of the guy in front of me.

Then, the formation of long spears broke, and they began to cut down one by one at a rapid pace, one by one, in quick succession.

The mercenaries sometimes hesitated momentarily when I ran amok like this, but it was different because they were soldiers directly under the count who had been working together for at least several years.

“f*ck, the enemy of the Ten Captains! Die, you damn bastard!”

“Do you know what war is all about doing it all by yourself? It’s a baby to tear all of this limb! “

“The hands and fingers are perfect. No, I’ll separate your hair from above your shoulder!”

Every time I killed someone, the other guy’s sharp blows aimed at my neck or vitals and hit me repeatedly.

‘Crazy bastards really fight like hell.’

With the highest praise in my heart, I moved forward while slicing them down one by one. Then, I saw a crazy guy.

No, actually, he’s not crazy, and it’s an official rule that a knight who appears among commoners in this game world should appear that confident and gorgeous.

“Listen to the humble commoner!!”

“Hmm?”

“Since you dare to upset the count, me! Hans Girheim, a knight who serves Count Philorang, will never tolerate it!”

As a former mercenary who has seen many times that even a person of high rank in modern times would die from being ‘sniped’ if he dressed conspicuously, I was dizzy in a sense.

“Even though I am not a knight now, until a few months ago I was a knight serving a proper lord!”

“Do you have no pride as a knight or noble? Falling down as a mercenary.”

To tell the truth, I’m a little embarrassed.

“You bastard low-ranking knight who can only show off his bravado! Seeing that you can’t ride a horse and stumble around, you’re the most scumbag in the count’s family, aren’t you?”

When I plugged in the facts, he visibly shook his body even while wearing the armor. Then, in an instant, he approached me, closing the distance.

“Insulting a knight! I’ll make you pay for that sin with your own death!”

And unlike the guys I’ve dealt with so far, he showed meticulous and neat attacks with proper swordsmanship.

An attack that flies in a precise trajectory as if using a machine.

If it wasn’t Schmitz I met when I first went to combat, but someone like this with proper swordsmanship and aura, I think I wouldn’t have defeated him.

“I fell asleep after doing a f*cking sidekick!”

But that’s an old story, and of course not now.

I matched the angle with which he swung his sword, and I swung it with an aura, and the sound of swords clashing reverberated with a ‘kang’.

“Such lowly scum!”

He continued to swing his sword even after the first attack.

The attack continued without interruption, not once, but several times, and I felt as if the wind was blowing.

I countered those attacks one by one, aiming for his gap.

However, because he wore the same armor made of steel as mine, there are few weak points on his body, so it is difficult to break through.

“Die, you insignificant commoner bastard!”

“Our knight’s f*cking sword keeps fluttering. So, when can you kill this lowly fellow?”

“This lowly bastard has a rag in his mouth!”

While provoking him, I continued to wait for his stamina and momentum to deteriorate.

I don’t know if he knew that, but he didn’t come over too easily, but originally, a duel is like a kind of fishing.

Like if you throw a fishing rod into a river or the sea and wait for it over and over again, you will get a bite in just one moment, and if you lift the rod at that time, you can catch a great fish.

After nearly 5 minutes of fierce attacks, he distanced himself from me.

“Using a sword for a lowly guy is quite right.”

“Thank you for the compliment, you f*cking low-ranking knight.”

“If you lay down your sword and surrender right now, I will accept you as my servant.”

At that, I responded by raising my middle finger.

As expected, the hot-tempered gorilla burst out in anger.

“With a secret that has been handed down in the Girheim family, I will cut you in half!”

At the same time as he said that, he hurled himself at me like an arrow with all the auras in his legs.

Then Hans looked at me with the corner of his mouth slightly raised as if he had already won.

That unlucky aristocrat, a low-level knight at the end of his illness.

But the point of the knife at my neck, that stab aiming at the narrow gap, was real.

I was trying to figure out a way to block it, but I managed to find a small gap in the guy’s technique.

‘If you want to catch a tiger, you have to go into the tiger’s den, and if you want to kill a raging knight, you have to dig into your arms.’

As soon as I made up my mind, I put the sword in his hand down as I put the aura on my leg and dug into his gap for an instant.

“You idiot, are you even going to commit suicide?”

I twisted and barely escaped his stab.

Hans’ expression was shocking, and he swung his sword again and tried to hit my neck again.

“That’s right, it’s in my hands, lowly…”

Before he finished speaking, I pulled out the dagger I was wearing around my waist and stabbed him in the neck.

My right hand was soaked in the blood pouring out of my throat as I groaned.

“It’s crazy and I’ve become self-absorbed. f*cking low-ranking knight bastard.”

With that said, I cut his neck with the sword and held it high.

I don’t know what to do with killing just one low-ranking knight, but it’s because a lowly guy like me has no means other than cutting off the Count’s knight’s head to demoralize and mock the enemy.

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“Martin Mayer, commander of the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps, has beheaded Hans Girheim, a knight of Count Philorand!”

And after a little more rampage, I received the signal to retreat with everyone and returned to formation.