Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

45 – Burn Enemy Supply First (1)

Whitebeard Mercenary Command Barracks.

In conclusion, Captain Dalton did not pay for meat and alcohol.

But that wasn’t really a broken promise, and now Dalton’s lips are so caught up in his ears that he’s about to tear.

“Yes, f*ck. After all, people have to play in big water to die. Isn’t that right, motherf*ckers?”

Lieutenant Heinz grumbled with a bitter smile.

“Honestly, that day after I was pickled in the captain’s liquor, I was going to ask for money for the kids to drain the water. But, how the f*ck do you get out of this?”

Dalton gnashed his teeth when he heard that.

“You f*cking bastard.”

“Honestly, if you give me some captain’s sake, wouldn’t it be nice to spend a lot of money? Then I wanted to see my wallet empty.”

“This, this f*cking baby. No matter how much I would still spend money like an idiot?”

“That’s not true. If the captain says that sh*t, I’ll f*cking kick him out.”

Although our captain is a man who will kick out when he’s in a good mood, he’s not the kind of man who will go overboard and end up spending money on the mercenary corps.

No, if I were that kind of person, I wouldn’t even be able to run a mercenary army like this.

However, Heinz sent a silent signal to the other executives with his eyes.

The other platoon leaders giggled at Dalton.

“Captain, who was that last time? Didn’t you say you liked Alice’s breasts in Salzburg and threw 10 gold coins from your captain’s purse?”

“The armor I’m wearing right now, when I got drunk with the captain’s liquor. He paid three times the market price for the warlord and bought it.”

“Honestly, that’s why I was secretly looking forward to it. I was just eyeing an expensive b*tch.”

Hearing that, our captain just laughed.

“Such f*cked cubs, like crow cubs to miss money?”

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In my mind, I wanted to go along with him, saying, “I have a short experience too, have you ever been like that?”

Looking at her face reddened, I think I’ll be f*cked if I touch her more.

I am not a gentleman, but Young master also said to stay away from danger if you want to live long.

Other platoon leaders looked at Dalton’s face a few more times, then suddenly whistled and asked:

“Why did you call me all of a sudden? To be honest, you called us yesterday and said that there will be nothing special from now on, so there will be no meeting like this.”

Dalton grinned at that and shrugged his shoulders.

“It was like that until yesterday, but today it’s the f*ck. The organizer, Viscount Garten, picked us up and gave us an important operational order. You f*cking bastards.”

Pyeonseonggwan, in other words, is a person who assumes the role of a unit commander who exists to gather mercenaries divided into various small units and roll them into a single unit.

For example, if it is a company organization officer, one organization officer gathers about 4 mercenaries of 30 people and manages them.

And our viscount is in charge of ‘organizing’ a total of about 3,000 people, including the Whitebeard mercenary.

At those words, the platoon commanders’ attention was focused.

“Ha, f*ck. Have we finally been recognized for our worth?”

“Yeah, you f*cking bastards. All of this seems to have reached the ears of the high-ranking people who fought until all your dicks fell out.”

At those words, a smile was naturally drawn on my face, and my shoulders shook.

Getting the attention of ‘high-ranking people’ in the middle of the war and receiving some opportunity will serve as a stepping stone to further enhance my abilities and raise my value.

You will be given plenty of opportunities to take on new challenges.

While I was thinking about that, Dalton glanced at me and nodded his head.

It’s a short and simple signal, but maybe this. Sounds like a damn good sign.

Other executives must have had similar thoughts, and they suddenly started to run amok.

“f*ck, what about me? I told you that our mercenaries would be able to play in the big water. To be honest, even if we are not the first class to lead 5-10 Auror Experts. You can get there if you work hard.”

Platoon commander Walter slapped the back of the head at the nobleman who had said that.

“I heard a weevil come out of the side of the biscuits and I fell asleep, you idiot. That’s why you’re not popular with women, you damn ugly bastard.”

“How handsome Ji is, damn it.”

Dalton watched the scene and clapped his hands a few times.

“Don’t f*ck around, listen to the story. Shouldn’t you be recognized and succeed regardless of whether the opportunity comes or not? If you make a fuss and fail, you’re worse off than being stuck in a corner.”

If you live anywhere in this world, you will be given a chance.

If you seize that opportunity, you can rise even a little bit higher, but if you fail, you will end up going to the bottom of hell once or twice.

So making a fuss from now on is honestly stupid.

“Viscount Garten told us to cut off one of the enemy supply routes.”

Cut off the enemy’s supply route.

When those words came out, all the executives sighed and laughed dejectedly.

“f*ck, that’s a damn f*cking order.”

“Still, f*ck it, succeed in the dangerous task of cutting off the supply of snails in Montmartre. If this succeeds, won’t our name value go up?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that? However, if the supply is cut off, you will starve. Wouldn’t that be that easy? I wonder if the snails only had s*x on their heads like the f*cking recruits. This is it.”

The importance of dissemination can be summed up in one word.

‘If supplies are cut off, everyone will have to starve.’

Even if you’re not doing anything, you’ll die if you starve.

Vice-captain Heinz asked.

“So when are you going to stab them in the back?”

“Three days later, warlord merchants are passing by here near the Alpine Route, packing food and alcohol. We should be able to attack at the same time.”

“Ha, f*ck. I’m glad the warlords aren’t passing through the f*cking plains. There must have been mercenaries accompanied by those goblin-like idiots who only want money, and even mercenaries who follow them as escorts.”

Dalton laughed when he heard that.

“Asshole, no matter how crazy I am, will I fight against a number of bastards who might come from a plain with nothing?”

“If you force yourself to do it, you can’t help it.”

“No matter how well you give the money and the person who asks for it is A, if they say, ‘Just kill me for no reason,’ I have to say f*ck it and leave. What’s left when you die with stupid words?”

Soldiers belonging to the country can receive survivors’ pensions or compensation if they are killed in battle or in the line of duty, but we cannot receive a single penny if we die.

So, to be honest, the hired mercenaries subtly secretly pray that the mercenaries play a big role and then die in an unexpected accident.

Because you can hire them, treat them like dogs, and pay them nothing.

Dalton cleared his throat.

“So the strategy I came up with is this.”

Then he pointed and raised his voice near the alpine route mountain.

“Since we are exempted from marching because of the operation from tomorrow anyway. Pack your bags tomorrow afternoon and move near the Alpine Route. Then we scout and figure out their location, number, and topography around the neck of the passable road.”

If you know the enemy and know yourself, even if you can’t win 100 times, you won’t be screwed even if you fight 100 times.

As expected, is he using a classic strategy like a skilled man who has been a mercenary captain for more than 5 years after being a senior knight? I need to learn some of this too.

“And according to the standard, when they start riding the mountain road, I’m going to ambush them. What do you all think?”

Everyone pondered for a while, then nodded.

“I don’t know how many of them there will be, so I guess that’s right.”

But I shook my head and objected.

“I am against it.”

“Why are you against it?”

At those words, the earth sighed and replied.

“Captain, wouldn’t those guys think about that too? Even though Montmartre’s baby snails are f*cking weak, their brains aren’t rotten.”

Platoon commander Walter agreed with those words.

“Your Martin is right. Wouldn’t those guys have similar thoughts if they had heads?”

Heinz also nodded.

“You could end up thinking about all the things you’ve been dealing with and getting f*cked up.”

Seeing that everyone agreed with me, I spoke confidently.

“So, let’s aim for the time when they are most likely to feel safe. They know that mountain roads are the best for surprise attacks. It’s just off the mountain, and there’s even a forest.”

“Yes.”

“It’s a bit difficult for us to ambush them, but if we hide here in the woods and hit them with one shot, we’ll be able to catch the unwary.”

Dalton heard me and asked.

“What do you all think of Martin’s opinion? I think I’m fine.”

The other platoon commanders didn’t particularly object to that.

“Honestly, if they have a head attached to them, they might ambush you on the mountain road, so I’ll be on my guard…”

“If things don’t go well, the forest is better than the mountain.”

“Let’s try it, Martin. Thanks to that mad bastard, you got out of the predicament of hanging yourself with the Count of Salzheim.”

Once the opinions were gathered, Dalton grinned and said.

“Then, after scouting once and figuring out the size of the enemy force, we will ambush them in the forest and go to kill them. Know that and be prepared.”