Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

42 – Battle of Roybit (3)

“Ah, it smells like beeping without down. You bastard bastards over there, the hyungs are both talented and scary people. If you want to live even now, leave the window and jump out.”

“If you run like crazy, you never know. Will I be able to live?”

“If hyung-nim married his first love, I was worried because he would already have a child like you. This is all about wishing you well, you f*cking recruits.”

The guys I’ve met so far have only been able to swear at us when they see us.

The Montmartre snails I met this time are scumbags who are good at swearing and sarcastic.

Wow, f*ck. If you listen to what they say, do you say it as if you’ve made a sound like old people who don’t have any life achievements to show off except for being old?

‘I feel like vomiting just by hearing it, so I want to kill it quickly and forcefully shut down that mouth.’

Then I lowered the blade of the halberd below the waist of the old man in front of him.

If we collide, the guy right in front of me is to kick off the spearhead and then harvest his head.

“Oh no! Aren’t you mistaken for what three-year-olds we are? Is it dementia?”

“Don’t you guys want to run away while f*cking peeing? I told you to speak right even if the youngsters’ mouths are crooked.”

“Assholes, let’s show how strong our Martin Platoon is.”

Snakes of Montmartre, trying to provoke the young, bloody youngsters who stand on their feet just by waking up in the morning, to make them lose their composure.

If you do this wrong, as soon as you hit the square, one or two cubs will come out and explode.

I immediately provoked him with an aura in my voice.

“Because we are young and our dicks are really good? But you guys have eaten your age with your butthole, so you can’t stand well now, right? Just looking at it, it seems like there are a lot of experiences of running away while peeing. Old and weak puppies! You’re still looking for a place to escape from, right?”

I didn’t mix harsh swear words, but let’s touch on the problem of erectile dysfunction, the biggest concern of older men…

“This is a f*cking baby! How can a bastard called a man swear so badly!”

“Ah, aren’t you standing? Sorry.”

The spears of my platoon and the enemy mercenaries collided head-on.

As we hit each other to break the enemy’s spear, a dull thud rang out.

“It’s hard to catch a spear, a kid! Is the young fellow so weak that he only stands up at night?”

In front of us, the mercenary bastards hired by the snails of Montmartre continued to provoke us.

I don’t know if it’s because they don’t have any good things since they were born except for coming out of their mother’s womb on their own day, or maybe it’s because I’m used to the blazing swear words I always see in Korean online games.

I personally didn’t feel anything when I heard their swear words.

“f*ck, f*ck!”

“Asshole, the platoon leader devil told you to follow the drill. Keep rolling the window!”

“f*ck! Aww, that’s f*cking sh*t!”

The new recruits didn’t have time to think about anything else, they were just using what they had learned from training and fighting their own veterans who were attacking with spears from the front.

“Those snails. It seems like we put veterans in the 1st and 2nd rows to catch the steamer. It’s damn good.”

It’s enough, no, you’re doing damn well just holding on against the bad guys.

Because if I had done the training roughly, our formation would have collapsed by now, and I would have tried to hold on somehow while doing the sh*t show of tears by myself.

“Ugh, f*ck. A bastard who won’t even stand up…”

“This old man to these suckers.”

When you hear the sound of our platoons and enemies running away from each other.

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I approached the enemy in front of me with great force.

“f*ck! That baby Joe! I’m coming to break the square!”

“A rat-like worm!”

“Show us the fearlessness of our golden chicken mercenaries! Make a hedgehog!”

Several spears were aimed at me.

Targeted areas include the neck, armpits, pelvis, and face.

At a glance, I thought even the foot soldiers were equipped with iron breastplates, so I thought they were idiots, but to create such a link on the fly.

“The day will come when I, too, will command a group of soldiers who can make this kind of f*cking connection, right?”

When I said envy lightly, as if grumbling, they got angry and stabbed me all at once.

“The guy who is going to die today is talking too much!”

It is unreasonable to remove that many spears with a halberd that specializes in killing soldiers as if massacring civilians in enemy lines.

‘I should avoid it.’

Immediately I moved my body about half a step to the left.

“f*ck? Avoid this…”

“The young Montmartre snails are filthy slow.

“f*ck…”

As I put an aura on my left foot and kicked the ground, I swung the halberd with all my might.

The hammer on the blade of the spear broke the head of the guy in front of me like a watermelon.

Brains, eyeballs, blood, and flesh spread like fireworks.

“Since they are young snails, I thought their blood would be transparent. Wasn’t that?”

After scratching the inside, I started slaughtering the people around me one after another.

With the blade attached to stab, it stabbed the person standing in front of its eyes, and with the attached hammer, it leaped toward those who had fallen slightly, striking them down or up, breaking their bodies or heads.

This may not seem much different from when I was a sucker or when I was a captain.

‘If the seat changes, the people should change accordingly.’

“Martin Platoon, run into it! Get in formation as you trained, remove the little spears in front of you, and stab them right away! Seniors, young captains of the 10th, if the new recruits get on, at least give them a command!”

“Yes, Platoon Leader!”

“Just do what you trained! If I can’t do as I was training, I’ll give you enough space to make me think that I’d rather die today!”

In manga, anime, and novels, they often tell you to follow the training.

This is a textbook word that is always used to the extent that it can be expressed as ‘the truth anytime, anywhere.’

Actual combat and training are definitely different, but if you move according to training, you can minimize mistakes that can be made in actual combat anyway.

“Evil!”

When I was fighting against the Count of Salzheim, I was just attacking with my tens of thousands, but…

‘It’s only a matter of time before the entire mercenary corps gets screwed if one platoon says it’s active.’

So I completely gave up on the idea of going wild.

‘It’s enough just to keep our positions and fight.’

“Push in! It’s time to show those old bastards who have bent their backs how hot the taste of spearfish is!”

“I’d rather die than do it again! f*ck, f*ck!!”

“Bastards, do you guys know what that f*cking gymnastics number 8 is? Do you know!”

Both new recruits and veterans with their own ranks complained of the pain they felt while falling in guerrilla warfare and vomited anger.

To me, it’s just a pleasing sight.

The elite guys whose movements matched like knives, sprinting, sprinting like mad zombies.

‘I’ll have to do it more often to manage morale and improve physical strength.’

Let’s gradually overwhelm the enemy while breaking through the first and second rows of enemy lines…

“f*ck, you motherf*cking bastards! Why are you still holding the window and f*cking? If the enemy is pushing in, how is it different from being punched in the air when you have to spear it!”

“Get out the mace! Crazy kids! Run into it at once!”

“The bastards called men are scared, damn it, take your dick off!”

The high-ranking members of the enemy mercenaries directly stepped forward to encourage morale, and they began to resist again.

“Those gloomy assholes who are barbaric except for beer! I, Golden Chicken Mercenary Corps platoon leader Dilton, will send your heads to Deus!”

A Prime-like bastard I had just dealt with a while back came running amok with a two-handed sword.

With each swing of a sword the size of a human body, the lives of the soldiers in my platoon disappear one by one.

“f*ck a dog, you bastard! How did I raise those babies?”

When he threw down the halberd, grabbed his sword, and was about to run away.

I could see Karin aiming her bow at him.

As if she was concentrating her magical power on the bow made of the branches of the Ent, her surroundings were subtly enveloped in green light.

Even the wind started blowing around Karin.

‘It’s like a wizard.’

The chicken heads of the golden chicken mercenary came rushing in like dogs in heat.

“Die! You crazy bastard!”

“I’ll make you f*ck in the air!”

“Give me the armor!”

Even when clumsy people gather together, they are weaklings and can’t escape dog death.

Why do they mistakenly think that the more they unite, the stronger they will be able to defeat me?

I slashed their weapons all at once with my sword.

“f*cking… f*ck.”

Then I immediately cut off their necks and torsos.

“Did your mother teach you to f*ck a girl as a group when having s*x? Otherwise, why are these scumbags going wild as a group?”

Karin, on the other hand, aimed her arrow at the enemy.

“Just because you’re wearing armor doesn’t mean you won’t be pierced by an arrow.”

Her platoon leader ran towards her, but I didn’t dare to move to protect her Karin.

The platoon commander of the enemy mercenary sneered.

“Did you think you could pierce this body armor with a thin arrow without such strength?”

Karin didn’t answer that.

She just shot arrows wrapped around the wind.

Then the arrow pierced the eye socket between the helmets of that hulking bastard, and he collapsed.

‘… It’s so cool, I fell in love again.’

At the same time, the Golden Chicken Heads called in reinforcements.

It’s obvious that everyone is flustered, but I knew this and brought the wizard, so don’t worry.

“Get f*cked.”