Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

53 – Main Force of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire (3)

The Montmartre regulars reacted calmly, as if they had known in advance that we would come.

“A mercenary unit hired by the Rhine-Palatinate bastards has appeared on the left! Everyone, put down the window and turn!”

When the centurion of the enemy regulars gave an order, the regulars quickly turned to look at us.

Seeing that they show a majestic appearance as if they were tigers in the forest, it can be said that they are veterans who have been hardened through countless training and combat.

‘The difference between the damn Baron Garsson army is heaven and earth.’

Captain Dalton shouted with aura.

“Everyone, stay alert! And linkage! Screw them one by one, focusing on the senior mercenary and the leader of the ten! “You shouldn’t die for no reason just talking around like an idiot when you’re not good enough.”

Then the captain immediately sent a signal with his hand, and the archers and wizards launched a long-distance attack towards the enemy as if they had been waiting.

Karin looked at the enemy closely and began to gather wind into her arrow.

“That guy over there wearing expensive-looking armor is the commander, right?”

When I let go of the bowstring, the guy wearing the armor that Karin mentioned in the middle of the enemy lines screamed and fell down.

“A million, f*ck.”

Karin turned her head toward me and smiled, raising one corner of her mouth.

‘Ugh, blood is rushing to my heart. From her deadly beauty that shines even on the battlefield to her excellent bow skills…’

As if Lucia could not lose, she finished her chant and launched a fireball burning with blue flames at the enemy.

“Fire Ball!”

I could feel the morale of the enemy soldiers plummeting due to Lucia’s magic, which was more powerful than a normal fireball.

“f*ck, the fireball is blue, the heat is no joke. “I think this is dangerous.”

“Several people, including the leader of the Ten, were instantly reduced to black ashes.”

“Where on earth are these mercenaries? “I don’t think they are easy guys.”

When a voice praising Lucia’s magic was heard from her enemy, she smiled, wagging her tail.

And my senses told me that now was the time to charge into the enemy lines.

“Now is the time, charge forward! Let’s kill all those damn Montmartre snails! f*ck! “The time has come to show that our Whitebeard mercenaries are the strongest among the mercenaries of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire!”

As I gave courage to those around me and to myself, I suddenly felt like my strength had become stronger.

In reality, it may not be that my level has increased or my power has become stronger.

I feel like my ability to do something will increase with just this sense of elation and confidence.

Will it be baseless confidence, or will it be fundamental confidence based on my abilities?

All of this depends on my performance.

“You damn Montmartre slugs, get out of the way if you don’t want to die!”

That’s what I said, but I didn’t think the enemy soldiers would see me and get out of the way.

Rather, like a veteran who survived several battles, he pushed me aggressively yet heavily.

“Because using an auror seems like a skillful person, unite in groups of ten and deal with them!”

“Yes, centurion!”

Following the orders of the centurion leader, they surrounded me in a semicircle.

As if that wasn’t enough, they attacked from different directions at the same time, making it difficult for me to react. It was only a moment, but I was so dizzy that my eyes rolled back.

“Cowardly bastards.”

“Thank you for the compliment, you bastard, I’ll rip out your intestines and roast them as sausages!”

I praised them, but that doesn’t mean they are stronger than me.

Bend both knees and completely lower your posture.

Weapons such as swords, maces, and battle hammers passed aimlessly above my head.

“f*ck! “Push!”

It’s amazing that the intention is to immediately move on to the next attack as soon as I dodge an attack, but even so, if those lacking in skills try to attack them, they end up dying.

So, I jumped up, kicked the ground, and hit the chin of the guy in front of me with my helmet.

The man died immediately as his jaw, teeth, and neck were broken.

“I searched well. “You idiot.”

Then, he cut the waists of the two men standing nearby with a knife filled with aura.

“You f*cking crazy dog.”

I paid back what he said.

“Thank you for the compliment, you idiots.”

Then I immediately dug into the enemy lines, and my platoon members followed behind me.

“Kill the rest of the ten ligaments that the platoon leader has prepared! Platoon commander, don’t miss out!”

When someone said that, the guys followed me while desperately swinging their weapons.

“We also connect! “Get together in groups of 5 and kill them one by one!”

“Hans you idiot! Can’t you see clearly in front of you? Do I have to watch the mace flying next to you?”

“Brothers, fight with all the strength you had from drinking your mother’s milk! “If you collapse here from exhaustion, you will go straight to the grave.”

In addition, none of my platoon members can handle Aurors like me, so they only have the combat power of an ‘ordinary soldier’.

The battle continued in such a way that the first three people would block or check the enemy’s attack, and the remaining two would kill the enemy by stabbing them on the side or through loopholes.

This way of fighting is definitely slow in terms of the speed at which the enemy is defeated. But is it because the roles are well divided?

He was effectively pushing the enemy and suppressing it, as if he was pressing the enemy with a wall.

I definitely feel the reward of putting in all the effort in guerrilla and formal training.

“These kids are working so hard, so I, the platoon leader, can’t lose.”

This time, knights wearing plate armor began to intercept us as we jumped into the enemy lines.

Are we finally acknowledging that even though our mercenary corps doesn’t have much value yet, it has the skills to be wary of those in high positions?

They say that a truly great person is recognized first by his enemies, not by his own allies.

This is truly an honor for the family. I am so grateful that I am on the verge of tears.

‘We should kill them all to raise our value.’

As I was suppressing the enemy regulars one by one, I saw a knight approaching me with his sword pointed at me.

“I am Fleur Salz, a knight serving the Vichy family! I don’t know who you are, but how dare you slaughter our Viscount’s regular soldiers despite being a mercenary! “I can’t forgive you!”

No, then our job is to cut down and kill the enemies we meet in war.

You guys are a bit small in numbers, but you still kill our mercenaries.

Why are you making only me and those under me into bad guys? I can’t forgive you.

“You can only talk nonsense like sleep talk while you sleep in bed, you stupid knight.”

The knight who revealed his name pointed his sword at me and ran in a straight line.

Place strength on your legs and move at high speed, like a bullet.

“I’ll pierce your head and make you a skewer, you mercenary!”

The speed was fast, and the sword’s trajectory was sharp, but the attack was too honest.

Still, if the world had first been possessed by Martin Mayer, I don’t think he would have been able to deal with this guy.

Currently, I am a knight who has reached a level where I am considered a competent knight among many knights.

‘I can never fall victim to such a shabby attack.’

“Die! Mercenary!”

He stretched out both arms holding his sword and stabbed me in the neck.

At that time, I turned my body to avoid the blow aimed at my neck.

Fleur widened his eyes and opened his mouth as his attack missed.

“Huh?”

I swung the sword from the lower right to the guy’s neck, and the decoration on Fleur’s shoulder fell to the ground.

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“You brat, you have no skills and you only show off, so when you say you are a noble, you end up like that.”

If he was going to get his head blown off in an attack like this, he should have at least taken care of himself.

I didn’t know my own skills or my own, and I was just showing off my youthful spirit, so what other conclusion could there be than dying?

Just like that, I lifted my sword, placed it on one shoulder, and taunted them by shaking my left hand.

“Come here one more time. “If it’s just a knight like Fleur, I wouldn’t be scared even if I were to fight a group of 10 people.”

One of the kids, who thought he had been insulted, lunged at me like a mad cow.

“You insult Sir Fleur! “I will rip your limbs apart and kill you!”

I chuckled when I saw that guy.

“The guy called the knight doesn’t even give his name?”

“There is no name to give to a lowly bastard like you!”

Uncharacteristically a knight, he raised a heavy two-handed battle hammer.

“Are you, Fleur, too, a low-ranking knight, so it’s embarrassing to use your name?”

The guy who was insulted hit my head with a hammer.

“Die, you dirty and lowly bastard!”

I blocked his two-handed hammer with my sword and raised one corner of his mouth.

“Why is the hammer so light? “I guess the Vichy family makes two-handed hammers out of cork?”

“Shut up, you bastard!!”

He tried to hit my head with so much force, but…

‘Just trying to push through force is a lame move.’

I raised my sword at an angle and deflected his two-handed hammer attack downwards.

“Huh?”

When he was about to fall due to the weight of the hammer and the kinetic energy applied when swinging it, I immediately lifted the sword upside down and stabbed him in the back of the neck.

“……Stupid bastard. If you only use your own strength and use your sword, is that a knight? “You’re a foolish bear.”

Even as I grumbled, my heart continued to pound.

Because the bastards I’ve dealt with so far are only low-level knights, but before I killed LeBlanc last time and felt like my level had risen…

They were at a level where I had a hard time dealing with them, but now I can beat them very easily.

This is because the fact that I have grown deeply touched my body.

And as I delved this far, a banner (a huge flag) symbolizing the presence of Vichy Vichy slowly caught my eye.

The mercenary corps executives, including Captain Dalton, also shouted loudly.

“f*ck, even though we haven’t been given the job of killing the Commander-in-Chief because we’re still understaffed, shouldn’t we at least capture one of the bastards alive? “Let’s go in!”