Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

90 – Battle of the Seine Plain (2)

10 Days later, the plain near the Seine Castle.

When I was a platoon leader, I had 30 soldiers, but when I became a centurion commander, I had about 100 soldiers under me.

But so far, I’ve been busy trying to clean up after Hans’s death, take over the hundred, and march…

When I stand like this on the battlefield and look back at the troops under my command, I feel a complete change.

“Do you feel something new now that you have become a centurion commander?”

When I looked back at those words, I saw Otto, the senior platoon leader of the Hans Centurion.

“Platoon leader Otto, no, platoon leader Otto.”

“Hasn’t he been a white captain for a while? But it still seems like it doesn’t feel real. And you can just call me Otto.”

“I understand, Otto.”

At those words, Otto nodded his head and smiled.

“But I’m asking because I’m curious. Do you really feel any discomfort if someone like me suddenly becomes a centurion?”

The reason I’m suddenly asking this question isn’t because I have any particularly uncomfortable feelings toward Otto.

A pale-faced young guy suddenly arrived saying he was a centurion, and even though Hans had done something worthy of death in anyone’s eyes.

After all, I was the one who killed that scum, so when he honestly thought that becoming a centurion would be difficult, Otto helped the others.

If it weren’t for that, I would have suffered like a dog to take control of this hundred people.

“Honestly, it would be a lie if I said it doesn’t exist. He has been working as a mercenary for nearly 20 years and is only a senior platoon leader, but he is already a centurion commander after less than two years. “I thought I was a capable guy, but when I look at Centurion Martin, I feel like I’m an incompetent guy.”

This is similar to how someone who ranks first in school but goes to Seoul National University becomes nothing more than an ordinary guy, and falls into the illusion that he or she is not incompetent.

Otto smiled and gave his thumbs up.

“But apart from that, Centurion Martin is much better than that Hans.”

“Really?”

“After all, if you are under a good commander, you have a high chance of survival and won’t you be able to reap many achievements? To put it bluntly, if you fight under a low-ranking person like Pappenheim, you will die, but if you fight with an excellent person like a centurion, you will make a lot of money and have a good chance of getting ahead in life.”

“The most important thing is what kind of kid the upper head is. “Let’s stop talking about that Pappenheim guy right now.”

Just thinking about this bastard gives me goosebumps all over my body. When I think of him, my son, who stood stiffly when talking to Karin, will die.

And even more so, just thinking about that guy in this dangerous battlefield makes me feel like I’m going to die in vain from being hit by arrows and magic.

“I have no complaints at all. I actually think it’s a good thing, and I’m sure all the white guys these days think the same way. So, Centurion Martin, there is no need for anything, just win. So, when I retire, won’t I be awarded the title of mid-level knight and spend my golden years comfortably touching the breasts of my wife, who is 30 years younger than me?”

The guy’s eyes were full of sincerity.

Well, to be honest, men are fascinated by women’s breasts until they die, whether they are 20 or 80.

Is it true that they even say that looking at a lot of women’s breasts will prolong your lifespan?

“Right? Okay, then let’s do it right.”

And not long after that, the trumpet sounded.

As soon as the trumpet call to charge into the enemy camp was heard, the shouts of commanders rang out loudly from all over.

“Catch all the Montmartre bastards and kill them!”

“Show me the spicy taste of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire very clearly!”

“Whitebeard mercenaries, charge forward!”

As soon as I heard the ear-piercing shouting, I stood at the front of the white band and moved forward in step with the soldiers under my command.

My heart is pounding with every step I take.

I have been on the battlefield many times, and the number of times I have overcome the risk of death in the process is now so much experience that I cannot count it on ten fingers.

As I advance in step with the thought that I might die in this war, cold sweat naturally breaks out in my hands.

Even the white guys around me are saying something.

“Look at the number of those bastards over there. “It looks like a cockroach, damn it.”

“But they say they marched for over a month without proper rest.”

“He looks fine on the outside, but on the inside he’s probably screaming that he’s dying.”

After listening to the story, it seems like the morale of our white group is not bad…

Now all we have to do is stick with those guys and get one good hit.

As I walked with my own confidence, I began to see the sight of the Montmartre soldiers clearly.

He said he had been marching to his death for a month, so I thought it would be nice if my stamina was completely exhausted and I became so helpless that I couldn’t even hold a spear…

Their condition was much better than I thought.

The gait and movements walking towards us didn’t look like someone who was just tired, and the person who was shaking for no reason didn’t catch my eye.

“I will kill all these scum of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire today.”

“Hey, why on earth were you so absorbed in these Montmartre guys? “You are a mercenary, mercenary.”

“If you immerse yourself like this, you will secretly fight better.”

If you make a joke like that, your morale must be high, but it doesn’t seem particularly low.

‘Did Count Estelle’s strategy go awry?’

So I focused my Auror eyes and observed their condition in more detail.

Looking closely, their faces looked a little haggard, with traces of suffering like dogs.

Based on this, I wonder if the high-ranking people in Montmartre were trying to prove that their brains are not tin.

Yesterday, the day before the battle, I made the soldiers eat plenty of meat and drink and let them sleep well, so I think I recovered as much physical strength as possible…

‘It will be difficult to endure a long battle due to the fatigue accumulated over a long period of time.’

And in most battles, especially infantry battles where Aurors cannot be used, the outcome is decided not by who is better at using a spear, but by which bastard can last longer…

When I read the flow of this operation, I couldn’t help but exclaim.

“The real Montmartre bastards are smart, but our Margrave is even smarter. “Are you saying this is a war commanded by intelligent, high-ranking people?”

I felt like clapping my hands at the fierce battle of wits that was unthinkable during the time when Baron Pappenheim was in command.

‘Since the situation is like this, I should do my best to do something right, right?’

With that decision made, as they slowly approached the enemy, the magicians and archers of the Rhine-Palatinate Empire Army and the Montmartre Kingdom Army began to attack each other.

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“Arrow! “Shoot a lot of arrows!”

“The lives of the soldiers depend on each arrow and magic you unleash!”

“Shoot without hesitation!”

When the firefight began like this, I immediately lowered my helmet and gave an order.

“Bow your head! Keep your head down and don’t look around! Don’t jump out just because you’re scared, but don’t just run out of excitement! “Do what everyone else does!”

When I gave the order, the platoon commanders and 10-member commanders began to harass the soldiers under their command.

“f*ck, if you don’t want to die, bow your head!”

“Do as the centurion commander says.”

“Calm down your excitement! “Stop acting like a premature ejaculation bastard!”

In the past, no matter what I ordered, the guys below me would give orders again and not beg for it, but now I see it like this.

I feel like it’s a new feeling.

Then Lucia pointed the staff I bought her at the enemy and chanted magic.

“Fire that burns everything, become a spear that burns away all enemies that stand in my way with your flame.”

As she continued her chanting, a spear-like flame slowly began to form above our heads, as thick as my arm.

The firepower was so different from that of a fireball that even those of us nearby were sweating for a moment.

‘How powerful is it?’

“Fire Spear!”

As soon as Lucia finished chanting, the fire-filled spear quickly flew towards the soldiers in the enemy camp.

As the spear flew away, they opened their mouths and tried their best to avoid it…

Of course it was impossible to avoid a spear made of fire that flew as fast as an arrow.

“aaah!”

“f*ck, it’s hot!”

“Save people!”

Like the fireball Lucia made last time, it did not have enough firepower to reduce the surrounding area to ashes, but it showed a power worthy of being called an intermediate level magic.

The soldiers in an area about 2 meters around were all on fire at once, and I roughly counted the number of them.

The number seemed to be a little over 10 people.

The chant is a bit long and the magic consumed is enormous, but…

In an age without guns and bombs, it was surprising to me that one wizard could use such magic continuously.

Lucia fired magic right before we collided with the enemy, and before we knew it, the Montmartre guys and we were close enough to clash spears.

“Try killing me once! “Push slowly through the window!”