Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

4 – Battle of the Chieftain Plains (2)

As soon as the guy in front of me with a spear died, the guy behind him put out a long spear and filled the empty spot.

“This sh*thead kills Peter? It was damn good to have one luck on the subject of a cocksucking idiot.”

In a war, the one whose head is filled with blood first loses, so why the hell does that guy scream that sh*t right from the start?

In this place where people point spears at people and kill each other and die, there’s nothing good about raising your head like that. I hope so

It’s the worst thing to meet a strong guy from the first real battle and suffer through the risk of death, and the worst thing is to meet a strong guy and the only thing you can do is serve as a meat shield, so you just die. Wouldn’t it be better to kill people and survive?

“This old Zacree will put a hole through your neck!”

The guy who said he would kill himself had his eyes fixed on my neck, but what he was really aiming for was my armpit.

To use a fake technique before stabbing the spear.

I was impressed for a moment by the sharp and accurate blow that aimed precisely at the narrow gap between the armpits, but I moved the spear pole slightly and completely removed his spear.

His long spear collapsed in an instant, and I pierced the spear through the heart of the quilted cloth armor.

“This idiot who can only say that swearing that he knows how to say is f*cking disgusting! Die and follow Amy Peter and Peter, motherf*cker.”

The quilted armor, made of only a few layers of fabric, was useless in front of my heavy stabbing, and soon after, the sensation of stabbing his heart and crushing it was transmitted to my hand.

The subtle feeling that comes from the spearhead, as if you feel it when you stab meat with a cleaver. The blood on the spearhead is not mine, but the blood of two dead men.

This time, unlike the first time I killed a person, I felt it clearly.

“I was laughing and getting into trouble by myself. No, isn’t it useless to curse at a bastard who has already fallen behind?”

I stabbed and killed two enemy mercenaries in an instant, but I felt no guilt at all.

There are not a few people whose mentality collapses with remorse because of the fact that they killed a person with their own hands, even though I would die if I didn’t kill them in a novel, a game, or a real war.

In fact, I felt the uneasy feelings I had before going to war melt away inside me.

I wonder if this is possible because the original owner of the body I possessed was a ruthless nobleman who did not bleed or tear towards his enemies.

“Ha, it’s worth doing more than I thought.”

Is it because your body and mind are relaxed after exhaling and exhaling like that?

As if the limit of my field of vision, which was limited to being able to see just in front of my eyes, was lifted, my eyes came into my surroundings, and my ears began to hear the sounds around me.

About 300 soldiers, both friendly and enemy, battled their spears against each other, and those who were pushed back were mercilessly stabbed to death.

In the meantime, the new recruits like me who joined the mercenary corps couldn’t even properly spear themselves, befitting the word ‘meat shield’, and were struggling to get rid of the spearhead flying in front of them.

“This rat is a f*cking f*cking baby, dying while sh*t!”

“You can’t even swear as much as you can on paper. Damn, you’ve never been with a girl before, virgin?”

“f*ck you stupid recruits! Just like when you guys do it with women, you have to slam into the body of an asshole right in front of you!”

On the other hand, the high-ranking members of the baron family, not the mercenary commanders, were commanding with all their forms, wielding swords that couldn’t even stab anything.

“Fight for Baron Tylen! Fight without sparing your life!”

“If you win, there will be a big reward! Fight, fight!”

If you want to win like that, you nobles will step forward and fight directly, but I don’t understand why you stay behind and encourage only with words.

It’s a battlefield where there are only men, so if you really want to cheer us up as we fight, we’ll take beautiful women and make them cheerleaders.

“Die! You son of a b*tch who wants to masturbate while rubbing his cock on the ground!”

“Go in front of your mother who passed away and f*ck her daughters hard, f*ck you.”

I helped put an end to the pitiful life of a third cub running at me with a spear pointed at him.

As I was trying to get my spear stuck in his body back into position, I heard someone shouting loudly from behind the dead man.

“Seeing that he showed up wearing armor, he seems to be a bastard with a bit of a ransom, but give that to the old man. It’s a child who looks like a gravel field! “

At the same time, I was able to fire an attack, so I tried to block the spear blade believing in the iron armor I was wearing, but I heard the sound of an arrow passing right behind me.

“f*ck, what kind of asshole is going to shoot an arrow…”

The arrow landed right in the middle of the neck of the guy who was about to stab me.

The man coughed up blood and collapsed, and Karin’s voice came from behind.

“Rookie, don’t lose your mind. That would put me in danger.”

I quickly turned around and bowed my head in gratitude.

“Thank you, senior mercenary Karin. I live thanks to you.”

She looked at me and said shyly.

“It is also the senior mercenary’s job to support new recruits so they don’t die. You don’t have to thank me.”

If a guy with a thick beard came out like that, it would have looked like that, but he’s a pretty person by nature, so even his shy appearance becomes a picture.

“Gather up, fjord teens! Gather!”

When I heard the words of the Ten Commander’s gathering, I quickly looked around.

A considerable number of soldiers, both friendly and enemy, died.

In the game, when this happens now, a full-scale dogfight, a struggle for initiative to break through each other’s formation and inflict a big blow, took place.

“Yes, Captain Ten!”

As I followed the order I brought in, I went to the captain’s quarters and found that the number of 10 members of the corps had been reduced to 8.

Two of the seniors who teased me as new recruits a while ago had died, but I felt like I was facing the dark side of the game and other wars.

The fjord shouted in a very loud voice, not giving me time to get lost in my thoughts.

“Recruit, stick close enough to the puppies around you that you can barely touch them shoulder-to-shoulder! I’m going to stick together and drive you like I’m driving a dick into the enemy camp! Be prepared!”

Seeing the serious and serious expressions of the seniors who had been laughing and laughing at me until recently, I could see that this was an important juncture in today’s war, even if they had no knowledge of the game.

Fior slapped Karin on the shoulder from among the assembled soldiers and said.

“Karin, you are out! Support by shooting arrows with the archers hired by the lord from behind!”

There were 10 of us at the beginning, but there were only 7 of us left before we knew it.

“All charge! Just like you guys f*cking f*ck pr*stitutes, stick spears into the bodies of the young bastards you see in front of you and sew them up!”

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With those words, we set the pace and moved forward slowly, but without losing tension and maintaining the state.

“Ouch, f*ck!”

“Save people! Someone turn off the lights! My body is burning! f*cking wizard bastard…”

“You bastard bastards who poke you with spears like you normally do under the idiot baron, leave the window right now and go suck your mother’s milk!”

As we moved forward while being hit by enemy arrows and magic for about 2 minutes, their spears and our spear tips came close together as if we were about to kiss.

As soon as I saw that, the captain of the Ten Commandments exclaimed with a voice that made my ears burst.

“Poke! All the bastards in front of you, just drive spears into their bodies like they’re f*cking dicks!”

After spearing the guy in front of me a few times, I pushed his spear to the left with a firm grip.

As I exerted my strength and removed it, the spearhead that was aiming at me flew over, and I stabbed him with momentum.

And then, with Captain Dalton’s aura, a voice that sounded like he was speaking into a loudspeaker rang in my eardrums.

“Dig into their formation! Find a gap and dig in! Like a f*cking needle cock going into a woman’s cunt, penetrate it violently!”

Just at this time, the cub that was fighting in front of me died, so there was a momentary gap before the guy came forward.

Then I felt the body of Martin Mayer I possessed appeal to me.

That now is the time to believe in the armor I wore and the swordsmanship I had learned so far.

I also agreed with the idea that now is the right time to dig in, threw out the long spear, and instead pulled out the bastard sword from my waist and took a step forward.

“Are you doing something to kill a f*cking kid? I’ll thread you through the spear of this body and let you die screaming!”

The guy in front of me stabbed me with his spear fairly quickly, probably because he was quite skilled, but I leaned to the right to avoid the attack.

Then I swung my sword and cut off the guy’s head.

His neck flew over the spot where I swung my sword, and I immediately dug into the formation to find the next one to die.