Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

30 – If you want to get ahead, go into the tiger’s den (2)

“f*ck, even pulling out this gut and skipping rope won’t be enough! Crawl out right now!”

“I’ll pluck out my tongue alive and let this old man hack it myself!”

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“If you are a mercenary, run like a real man with a spear! I’ll drive this old man’s thick and heavy spear through his neck!”

They’s reaction is hotter than I expected.

I’m excited to see that tail.

Dalton glanced at me for a moment, then he ordered in a heavy voice.

“They are having a f*cking fit because of what Martin said. Hospitality is required! Use arrows and magic as you can, and treat them without regret.”

At that, our mercenary archers and wizards responded in a loud voice.

“Pull and shoot your bow until your finger is cut off! Make it prettier by putting arrows into the face that is uglier than the patched up rags.”

“It’s time to show how cool the whitebeard mercenaries are!”

“There are so many of them running, so even if you shoot roughly, you will always get hit! Whether it’s magic or arrows, aim roughly and just shoot!”

After a while, numerous arrows and magic shot by our mercenaries rained down on the enemies.

Every time the rain of arrows fell, the dying death of the enemy rang in the ears, and each time the fireballs fired by the wizards flew in a red trail, several enemies were burned.

Lucia was also very flustered on the first day of the war, but she got along well with our mercenary wizards, probably thanks to the fact that I taught her well.

“Fire, become the power that burns the enemies in front of me and burn everything black! Fireball!”

As if to show that he was concentrating, fighting with his tail straight up, Lucia was more beautiful than he was seen in the game.

And in front of me, those who were caught by my provocation and ran like crazy cows died like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

“Damn it, it’s f*cking hot! Save people!!”

“Ugh, f*ck… I never thought I would be so futile…”

“Life sucks…”

However, befitting a group of real men who go to hell wherever there is alcohol, women, and money, they continued to run frantically toward us, not caring about their comrades dying right in front of them.

Seeing hundreds of humans running fiercely as if they had been hit by a group of mulberries, I thought it was a bit scary for a moment.

‘f*ck, seeing it in person, it’s a bit more powerful than I imagined.’

However, the greater the number of them and the better their momentum, the more room the Whitebeard mercenaries have to play.

If I achieve great success and my reputation increases, the ransom that Captain Dalton gives me will of course increase, and the probability of making Karin and Lucia my woman will definitely increase.

Of course, I’m not saying that those two are cheap girls who are hooked on my fame, money, and ability.

The reason Karin likes me is probably because she saw the potential of a man named Martin Mayer.

In order to make Lucia’s heart her own, she must become someone she can rely on and lean on, and furthermore, a giant tree that can support her growth.

“Martin Tentacles, hold on tight! If you don’t want to be killed by those bastards rushing in front of you like a son of a b*tch in heat, hold on tight!”

After saying that, I also made up my mind and put strength into the hand holding the spear.

“White Beard Mercenaries! If you don’t want to be run over by those idiots under the command of Count Philorang who have fallen in love with Martin’s passionate courtship, hold on to the spear! And today, f*ck, we become the gods of this battlefield!”

Dalton came next to me holding a spear and smiled.

“f*ck, it’s a f*cking baby. I did everything you said, but if we get fired, you’ll just get kicked by me.”

“Isn’t that what I suggested to the captain?”

“Shut up before you sew up your jaw. Or, like we did last time, go crazy and kill all the guys in heat because they want to put a spear through our necks.”

The words were rough, but I could feel his sincere concern and expectations for me in Dalton’s words.

Before I could answer that, a group of idiot pigs, who had no other idea than to kill us on the heads that Count Philorand had hired, drove all the way nearby.

“Martin Tentacles! Don’t look away, the guys in front of you walk through the window and stab them! Do as you are trained!”

Not long after, enemy mercenaries rushed at us like waves, aiming for and stabbing us in the neck.

It is the simplest and most powerful attack that can be used in a running situation.

I dodged that simple ignorant thrust by half a step.

“f*ck?”

The guy who stabbed me showed a look of bewilderment.

I immediately stabbed the flustered guy in the neck with a spear and opened a vent.

“I went into heat and ran amok to stick a spear into a person’s throat, and it turned out to be a bad thing.”

Muttering that, I looked around.

My subordinates, walking on spears and moving according to the command to stab, were able to block the thrust with the most powerful running force, and also succeeded in killing the enemy.

Captain Dalton blocked the first charge with his long spear, then, like an Auror Expert, immediately threw the spear to the ground, drew his sword, and began to stir the enemy camp.

Although they say that the guys we’re dealing with are sluts…

“If you want Dalton’s neck, Captain of the Whitebeard Mercenary Corps, come see me. You f*cking filthy bastards!”

With a blue aura wrapped around his body, Dalton swung his sword and made his way through the mercenaries holding long spears like a fish swimming through water. The one who was caught was cut evenly and killed without discrimination.

Watching that scene, I either chew the elixir or kill people to gain experience and become stronger in this bizarre world where I level up my skills.

I naturally had the desire to reach the level of an aura expert someday.

‘There’s nothing I can’t f*cking do.’

With my teeth clenched like that, I pierced and stabbed the spear into the necks and torsos of those who showed even the slightest opening.

As I stabbed one to death, the fellow next to him blushed at me and ran screaming.

“You bastard horo! Die, you enemy of Peterson!”

In a war, even if someone dies, you shouldn’t get excited. A horny bastard is about to give his life to his other guy right away.

Thinking that way, as I was about to turn the tip of my spear, an arrow went to the complaining bastard’s neck with a squeak of clams.

Looking back at the place where the arrow flew, Karin was aiming for the next target with a serious expression.

It is said that a beautiful woman can become a picture no matter what she does, and as she said, she was so beautiful.

“Martin teens, f*ck them together! If the formation disperses, all of you will die!”

When I said that, the men under my command hurriedly ran back to their places holding their spears.

“No matter how weak they look like dwarfs, don’t let your guard down! You guys are strong when united, but if you split up, you’re f*cking sh*t!”

With that kind of blow, we moved like machines until their momentum died down a bit.

If there was a youngster trying to stab us to death, we focused on a linkage in which one of them would hit or avoid the spearhead first, and then the one next to us would take advantage of the gap and stab it to death.

“Baker, this f*ck is a baby! I stabbed you because I opened the window!”

“Thank you so much, motherf*cker!”

It is true that these guys are newcomers who are going to fight for the first time in this war, but when I see them when they are thoroughly connected, I think that no skilled soldier will be able to rub them.

“Oh, f*ck!”

However, there were times when the connection was broken because these chicks were beaten by new chicks.

“You bastards, I told you to return to your original position immediately after the link is broken!”

Every time I did that, I overcame the enemy within the range I could cover and killed the bastard who was threatening the subordinates under me with a long spear.

“Don’t be shy, just do what you are told to do! You f*cking bastards!”

Has it been about an hour?

When their fiery spirit died down and they kept some distance from each other, our mercenary soldiers caught their breath and glared at the enemy.

“Ha, it’s so damn hard I’m dying…”

“Martin Ten Captain. Why are you talking to me like that?”

“Thanks to that son of a b*tch, I think our name value and ransom value will go up. Instead, if we get fired, let’s skewer him and grill him, damn it.”

At this time, I got a feeling intuitively.

If we strike at this time, we will have a chance to deal a heavy blow to the army led by Count Philorand and reverse the war that has been against us so far.

“White Beard Mercenaries! I, Dalton, command! Grab a spear right now and prepare a cobweb! Damn, f*ck with this judge!”

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