Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

81 – Pastek Hill Surprise Operation (5)

When the mercenary leader of the Golden Barley Mercenaries found me, he greeted me warmly, full of gratitude.

“You bastard, you f*cking bastard! “Do you dare to go on such a reckless rampage and still expect to live?”

In everyday life, being scolded by an opponent is generally not a good thing to hear, but being scolded by an enemy on the battlefield is a compliment.

Especially as the length gets longer, we praise it highly, and it’s like confessing how much weaker we are than you guys.

‘If I keep doing this, I’ll become addicted.’

Still, I don’t want to become addicted to that guy’s voice, so I’ll have to cut off his head as quickly as possible even for a second.

“Stop barking at bullsh*t. “Is it because your mercenary unit is weak or what happened to you?”

The guy had veins in his eyes and pulled out his sword while pointing at me.

“You bastard!”

What kind of bastard is this? When I looked at the mercenaries with harsh words, I saw that almost none of them were wearing armor, they were all scruffy, and they were all weak.

I think he’s probably at the bottom of a second-rate mercenary…

‘I guess that’s a bit better than gangsters with knives.’

The guy in front of me is the leader of such a mercenary group, and as if to prove my guess, his tongue is extremely long.

Then he swung his sword with an aura wrapped around it towards my neck.

A strike that blows down like a strong wind diagonally to the right from above the wielder’s head.

“Die, you bastard!”

The aura on the sword, the speed of the sword flying towards my neck, the stable posture, and the will to kill me that can be felt in the eyes.

When you look at all these things together, is your skill level similar to mine or slightly above?

‘Even if you make a sacrifice asking for his death, he will not die.’

So, the one who dies at the end of this battle will not be me, but that bastard.

“Stop that bullsh*t!”

Shouting like that, I kicked the ground with my aura.

I quickly flew away with my sword aimed at the guy’s neck, but the guy saw my movement and twisted his neck to avoid my attack.

I was secretly disappointed that the blow missed, but his attack also missed.

Furthermore, my body flew straight towards his torso without losing any kinetic energy.

“Ugh!”

The mercenary leader flew quite far after being hit by my headbutt.

Of course, his posture has collapsed, so now is the best opportunity to kill him.

“Die!”

I stabbed the guy lying on the ground in the vital spot, but he twisted his body and rolled to the side to avoid the attack.

Then, using the speed of the rolling, he quickly raised his body.

The guy’s entire body and face were covered in dirt from rolling over, and the cloak he was wearing so stylishly had already turned into tatters.

When I saw that, I burst into laughter.

“It finally suits me.”

“You son of a b*tch can’t get enough of this!”

“Oh my gosh, chew on it.”

The guy immediately ran towards me again with his sword in hand.

A simple attack aimed at my neck, just like last time. When I saw that, I couldn’t believe my eyes for a moment.

Why are you trying to use an attack that was just blocked?

“Give me your neck, you bastard!”

He pretended to strike the sword at my neck, but instantly changed the trajectory of the sword and aimed for my waist.

When you think about how once you start swinging the sword, it is very difficult and rarely possible to change the target or trajectory in the middle…

‘If my level was a little lower…’

I probably died without even thinking about responding properly to this attack…

“Use some tricks!”

I immediately blocked his attack with my sword.

“This guy!”

After blocking the guy’s attack, the guy and I went through dozens of rounds to find a gap between us.

However, perhaps because their skill levels were similar, even when they tried to compete, the match continued to be neck-and-neck.

I slowly began to run out of breath, and my entire body’s stamina slowly drained away.

When I push myself, the adrenaline rushes out like crazy and I can endure, but this is not easy.

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When he saw me, he laughed and asked.

“Are you tired?”

The captain who says that also looks like he’s quite tired, judging by the way his shoulders go up and down.

I fell in love with the weak mercenary leader because he was bluffing.

“Stop bragging. “I think you’re tired too.”

Having said that, I heightened the tension even more.

According to the lessons I’ve learned through the battlefield so far, talking like this means that he has a plan to launch his own special move.

“I’ll tell you as a gift to the underworld. I am Hugo Langrail, leader of the Golden Barley Mercenaries. “What is your name?”

Look, I’m going to die soon, but like a strong boss mob in a game, I pretend to admit it by calling my name…

In the end, you will die because of me, so that attitude seems to look down on you and say you are below me.

‘Oh, I will definitely kill that bastard.’

“Martin Mayer, senior platoon leader of the Whitebeard Mercenaries.”

“A senior platoon leader is an expert? “He’s such a great guy, I guess he’ll end up here.”

The guy who said that ran straight towards me.

Unlike last time, when I avoided the attack aimed at my neck, he immediately kicked my waist.

“Ugh!”

The shock and pain felt as if I had been hit with a wooden block through the armor.

Then he continued to slash his sword at me.

The attacks, which constantly targeted vital areas such as the head, neck, waist, armpits, and groin, were quite sharp, but not very threatening.

“Is this all?”

As soon as he said that, he slashed his sword towards my neck.

Did you think you could kill me with such an obvious and big move?

Or is there some ulterior motive?

I thought about it for a moment, but the answer that came to my mind was simple.

‘That bastard definitely has something up to him.’

And while I was swinging my sword to block his attack, I watched his hand closely.

“Die!”

The aura flowing from his sword has become stronger, but…

As I expected, he started to do something.

He was holding the sword only with his right hand…

‘What are you holding with your left hand? Where else?

As I widened my vision for a moment, he aimed his dagger at my right armpit.

I guess I thought that once it was stabbed with a sword, it would be easy to kill it because its strength would immediately weaken, even if it wouldn’t fall behind.

Do you think you will be treated so lightly?

I immediately filled my entire body with aura and struck down his sword with both hands.

“What the f*ck?”

No matter what, it wasn’t enough to block my sword with just one right arm, and the guy’s right arm rose up.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and pushed its body away with my foot.

When the guy’s posture collapsed and he fell to the floor, I quickly stabbed his neck with my sword.

“Ugh, f*ck…”

The blood that our captain, who gave his name as Hugo, spat out spilled onto me through a gap in his helmet.

I immediately cut off his neck with my sword and then raised it high in the sky.

“The head of Hugo Langrail, the leader of the Golden Barley Mercenaries, was cut off by Martin Mayer!”

When I lifted Yugo’s neck up to the sky, all the surrounding eyes focused on me.

The gaze you feel a few times, that surprised expression, the movement that suddenly stops, everything is always new.

Of course, the reaction of the Golden Barley mercenary soldiers was not good.

“f*ck, our captain has all gone flying!”

“Calm down and follow the commander’s instructions!”

“Holy sh*t! “Why is that guy so arrogant and making a fuss?”

The reaction of the Whitebeard mercenary unit I belonged to was very good, as I expected.

“Martin decapitated the enemy captain!”

“Don’t fall behind! “Kill them all!”

“Don’t miss a single one, every single head of those bastards is money!”

I don’t know if those idiots over there will be able to escape while surrounded on all sides, but in any case, they won’t be able to do anything anymore and will continue to be pushed back.

And from behind, Captain Dalton also stepped forward with his sword drawn.

“Now is your chance! “I don’t know if it’s golden barley or golden pussy, but kill them all!”

Dalton was one level higher than me, something I had never been able to reach before.

Now, he continued to slaughter his enemies while emitting an aura that seemed like he could reach it if he just went up a little higher.

As they continued to kill soldiers, a loud trumpet sound was heard from the enemy camp.

f*ck, I don’t always get a good look when the trumpet sound comes from the enemy camp.

“Retreat, retreat! Break through the rear somehow!”

When I heard that story, swearing came out of my mouth.

“Oh, sh*t…”

Still, my heart was pounding inside.

That’s because from now on, the kids we’ll be dealing with won’t be half-baked guys, but proper kids.

Dalton came next to me and laughed heartily.

“Martin, brace yourself. “The bastards coming to break through us here are no joke.”

I nodded at those words.

At the same time, Dalton made a signal with his hand and used his flag to tell him to send as many reinforcements as possible…

The Montmartre snails started running, led by those wearing colorful flags.

“… This will be the last time.”