Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

52 – Main Forces of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire (2)

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As soon as the command from the High One was given, Captain Dalton, who was standing at the front, shouted loudly.

“I am the leader! f*ck you, Martin! Take your platoon and stick to the back! And dustproof! I’m going to use the spear once and then throw it away! Just think of it as one hit and you cum!”

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t make crazy comments like throwing away an expensive polearm after using it just once.

However, no matter how expensive the item is, in the end, it is not worth comparing to the item or human life.

It also means that the important thing that determines the success or failure of this charge is to run so boldly and fiercely that the pole’s pole breaks when it collides with the enemy.

‘I’m so excited, f*ck.’

“Martin Squadron! Follow closely behind Captain Dalton! Our unit is the vanguard of the mercenaries! “Build an all-out defense system!”

The guys following immediately came out and gathered around Captain Dalton.

Captain Dalton clenched the sword in both hands and twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Baby, do you think you can get over the wall this time?”

“I don’t know. “I think there’s still a long way to go to expert.”

“Is that so? Then try to raise your level by killing the fighting bastards. “For f*ck’s sake, our mercenary unit needs to take two experts with it.”

A level of expert that only one out of 30 drivers can reach.

Like Captain Dalton said, if I get there, the value of my name will suddenly increase three or four times.

Just thinking about it makes my heart pound and I feel excited and excited.

“Do you think you can’t do it? “f*ck!”

Dalton lightly hit the back of my head.

“Actually, the executives made a bet, excluding you. It’s up to you whether you can go to Expert or not. “Just me and that bastard, Walter, bet three gold coins that you can crack the expert.”

Then the guys in front of us started running away.

Like Captain Dalton, I brushed aside all worries and the fear of being killed, and only focused on the enemy soldiers in front of me.

‘If you become a mercenary leader like Captain Dalton, you have to look at the entire battlefield, but I am different. My role now is just to kill the enemy in front of me like an arrow.’

“Lucia! Throw a fireball as loud as possible!”

“Yes!”

The other wizards in our unit were chanting magic while panting because even a short movement was difficult.

“Fire, fire, give me strength. Wipe out the enemies in front of you. Fireball.”

When the spell was cast, fireballs flew towards the enemy soldiers in front of me.

When several enemy soldiers holding spears were hit by a huge ball of fire, they burned to death.

“Kaaa, it’s hot! Evil!!”

On the other hand, Lucia was able to chant each and every word clearly even though she was running with all her might, thanks to constant training and physical training with other soldiers.

“Fire, become a ball that will burn the enemy in front of you, fireball!”

Unlike other wizards in our mercenary group, her magic is a fireball that burns in a different color, blue.

When Lucia’s magic struck the enemy soldiers, they were unable to make any sound and instantly turned to black ash.

The area where the magic affected was 1.5 Times wider than other fireballs.

I gave him a mid-level magic wand as a gift, but this fireball is of a different level… It’s not just a matter of the wand.

She continued to practice magic to the fullest in places where no one could see, and because I gave her faith and encouragement, her confidence rose and she became stronger so quickly.

Then I also have to live up to her expectations, right?

“Martin, you bastard, follow from the front!”

“Yes, boss!”

I immediately flew towards the square where Lucia and our mercenary magicians had attacked and opened a hole.

As soon as the slugs saw us, they aimed their spears and tried to block us somehow…

‘How dare those idiots take me?’

“If you want to stop us, at least become an Auror Expert! “You slow-witted slugs!”

Mercenaries belonging to the Montmartre army stabbed us with spears…

“Shut up and die! “You bastard, let’s rip out these intestines and grill them into sausages!”

Before their spears reached my body, I swung my sword and blew away several spear poles at once.

If you couldn’t use aurors, the limit would have been one at a time.

The auror, which allows me to use it beyond human strength, made my sword sharp like a razor blade, or rather like an imaginary sword that cuts everything.

“f*ck, that damn sausage bastard!”

“Screw that bastard! “If the formation collapses, we will all die!”

“If you don’t have a spear, you can block with a mace or a sword!”

They took out their weapons and tried to kill me, but I wasn’t scared or nervous at all.

‘Those who are weaker than me cannot kill me.’

After circulating the aura throughout my body, I rotated my torso to the right and swung the sword in both arms wide.

It’s just a very simple rotational cut, but…

This slash, which combines the training up until now, the skills accumulated while killing enemies, the determination, and the internal strength, decapitated several people at once.

The head that was struck by my sword fell like hail.

“You bastards who don’t want to die, get out of the way! Martin Squadron, follow me! “Anyone who didn’t get more than 5 of each enemy go back today for 8 PTs and 200!”

The platoon members approaching behind me let out shouts.

“Oh! f*ck, I’d rather f*cking die than do PT 8 times. “Isn’t that too much?”

“It’s so easy for him to say that he will kill me if I give up!”

“If you don’t pick off the enemy today, the platoon leader will personally kill you?! “f*ck, it’s so f*cked up that I’m going to have to live by beating all those bastards.”

He shouted as he blocked the enemy’s attack and cut him down.

“Hit it with the window!” “Just act like you do when you have s*x!”

Then, the sound of spears clashing against spears and the deaths of enemies and allies were heard at the same time.

“f*ck, it sucks to get stabbed to death. “I never thought the day would come in my life when I would get f*cked…”

“Schwartz you crazy bastard!!”

“Die, you snails, you trash snails that I can’t even kill by pulling out your branches!”

Even if you look around, the damage from the Montmartre guys who broke the battle line with Dalton and I joining forces is much greater.

Now that the most important first button has been put in place, all that remains is to run wild.

Dalton seems to have already figured it out, but he is running rampant, cutting enemy soldiers like sheets of paper with a sword filled with auras.

“hahahahaha, is there anyone who can fight enough to beat Dalton von Prime, the leader of the Whitebeard mercenaries? If not, raise both hands and surrender!”

The power to cut through steel swords, weapons, and even iron armor in one go makes me want to see it no matter how many times I see it, damn it.

If you feel wronged, what can you do? You have to bite your molars and become strong.

At that moment, I saw some serious-looking guys running towards me from behind with swords and weapons.

“Die!”

Sword, short halberd, mace, halberd.

The guy with the halberd aims at my head from top to bottom, and the guy with the halberd blocks me from getting closer.

The swordsman and the guy with the mace behind me were darting around me, but there was no gap in sight.

‘f*ck, these bastards are hitting on me?’

However, unlike the real Earth, this world only has very strong powers and auras…

“Four slugs together are just slugs! “Why are you even pretending to be something you’re not?”

I concentrated my strength and aura on my legs and threw my body in the direction where the halberd was stabbing.

“Are you crazy?”

The halberd-holder’s attack pierced my armor, but the iron armor made a clanking sound and deflected the strike.

At the same time, the three attacks of the pyeongon, mace, and sword split the air in an instant.

“f*ck! Screw you! “It’s George, you bastards!”

As I was about to launch my next combo attack, I cut off the head of the nearest halberd-holder with my sword.

I cut off the hilt of the guy who was swinging the pyeongon from behind in succession, and used the momentum to hit the guy’s neck with an iron gaiter.

I felt like my neck was being broken on my right shin.

‘I can’t believe I can run wild like this on my own.’

It feels like I’m holding a very strong character in a game and slaughtering minor soldiers.

The remaining two guys saw me and gritted their teeth.

“You son of a b*tch, you even got Pierre and Mont Blanc!”

“I will crush your head and avenge his comrade!”

I snorted when I saw them.

“Do you think one or two kids can beat this old man?”

Then he decapitated the two guys with one sword and threw them away.

“Wow, this is the first time I’ve seen bastards attack in such a thorough coordinated manner in real combat.”

The good news is that after they die, the only ones that stand in my way are not that great.

It’s not so bad that a fly lands on it, but it’s a slow enough attack that you can avoid it just by looking at it.

Even though the speed is decent, there is no fake at all, so you can clearly see where you are aiming just by looking at the posture in which you swing the sword.

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As I was dealing with those guys, I naturally noticed the movements of the platoon members around me.

“Ha, f*ck. “Those bastards don’t have any skills, but…”

After muttering, I immediately went to the enemy who was harassing those I couldn’t connect with and kindly cut off his head.

“You idiots, I told you that if the link is broken, everyone will die!”

The senior mercenary acting as the squad leader responded with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ha, you guys know how to come back alive and defeat the guerrilla gymnastics. “If you don’t like it, fight properly.”

“Yes!”

Like that, I continued to cut down those who stood in my way one by one, and before I knew it, I was facing off against what appeared to be regular soldiers from a noble family.

“These bastards are the real power of the Montmartre guys, right? Huh, shall we check your skills?”

I faced the Baron’s army last time, but that was then and now is now.

I should have fun somewhere.