Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

94 – Battle of the Plains of the Seine (6)

Dalton glanced in my direction one more time, then stepped to the front of the main unit, swinging his sword.

A confident smile, confident eyes, and the spirit and presence that only someone who has reached the level of an Auror expert can show.

When I confidently said all this as the leader of a mercenary force, the people around me momentarily hesitated.

“f*ck, shouldn’t we bring the captain too?”

“Who doesn’t know that? “I’m sure you’ll come by yourself.”

“Where are the platoon commander, the centurion commander, and the guys who always talked about being former knights?”

Rather than trying to fight on their own, they seem to be seeking out higher-ranking people and relying on them. This doesn’t seem right.

By the way, if Dalton and I or other mercenaries start going on a rampage before the higher-ups arrive, are you planning to just give up and die?

If you’ve been on the battlefield a few times and are embarrassed and scared, you don’t have to say anything like, ‘I’ve given up, so just kill me.’ Don’t you know that it will happen in the end?

‘Well, isn’t it unreasonable considering that it would be difficult for 10 regular soldiers to kill one Auror knight?’

The only thing that makes what they do seem pathetic is that they sound like idiots, but in fact, the fact that they don’t have the will to fight is a good thing because it means that fighting becomes easier for me and our Whitebeard mercenaries.

“So, I guess I’ll have to kill all those people I don’t want to see.”

I think Dalton has similar thoughts as me.

He stepped forward holding a sword and simply cut off the head of a soldier belonging to the White Eagle mercenary unit.

“A man shows with his actions! “Charge after me!”

The morale of our entire mercenary unit went up significantly due to the actions of Dalton, who was a real man.

“f*ck, Captain Dalton’s dog is awesome!”

“A man speaks with his back.”

“Don’t let the captain run wild alone!”

Our white guys also shouted that and appealed to me with their eyes.

“I will cut down more enemy soldiers today than Captain Dalton! “Everyone charge!”

In times like these, like Dalton did, showing clear, visible results helps boost morale…

I held the sword handle in both hands and circulated the aura as much as possible.

A blue mist-like aura rose around the sword that was clearly visible even from a distance.

In this world where the amount of auras a swordsman can use clearly shows the measure of his strength, if you show your auras so openly… The sparrows will be really scared, right?

Immediately, I swung my sword and tore the body of the man holding the spear in front of me into two pieces.

With just one knife, from the guy’s shoulder to his pelvis.

When I showed swordsmanship at a level that would be difficult for an ordinary swordsman who cannot use Aura to imitate, I could hear the excitement of the white men in my ears.

“Long live the centurion!”

“f*ck, tear it all down like this!”

“Let’s kill all those bastards and raise some money for retirement!”

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Then they followed me and started killing enemy soldiers very energetically.

When we excitedly began to push the white eagles, they seemed to be unable to withstand it and began to shrink into their shells, like a snail.

I lost my momentum and began to slowly retreat.

“Ugh, sh*t…”

“That monster.”

“Grab spears and weapons and unite!”

Because there are no guns in this world, most tactics are based on sticking together and moving as one mass, and in general, this is correct…

‘That’s not always the truth.’

In the current situation, the more we band together, the more we will lose and not benefit.

“Ugh, sh*t. “There’s no room to move!”

“You get out of the way!”

“f*ck that bullsh*t, how can someone tell me to get out of the way!”

If the distance between each other becomes too close, there will be no space to swing your arms, attack the enemy, or avoid the enemy’s attacks.

Because of that, even when we stab them or swing our swords, they are beaten one-sidedly, like a stationary target, unable to resist.

‘There is no paradise where you run away.’

It’s just a word that suits those guys.

“Hit!”

With those words, I and the hundred troops under my command continued to attack them viciously.

Without exaggeration, those holding long weapons such as spears or two-handed hammers could attack somewhere on the enemy soldier’s body even if they stabbed them randomly…

The guys who were alive but only talking were targets and there was no way to deal with them.

The war situation suddenly turned into a one-sided massacre.

“Oh sh*t. “What on earth are we supposed to do with this?”

“Damn you, boss!”

“Get the f*ck away! Fall, move forward! “If this continues, we’ll all die anyway!”

As things progressed like this, all of our mercenary soldiers became so excited that they drove the white sparrows around and killed them as if they were hunting them down.

“Kill them all before they come to their senses!”

As we continued to enjoy the fun hunting, the high-ranking members of the enemy mercenary unit began to shout loudly.

“f*ck, are you out of your mind?”

“Push forward! What do you think you’re going to die? If we continue like this, we will all die, and even if you pretend to push forward, we will survive!”

“Do you want to die by my sword? Otherwise, I’m going to kill those bastards!”

When I heard that, I clicked my tongue.

‘If anything, it will continue to be treated unilaterally like this.’

If only they did that, it would be nice for them to be able to leave this harsh and difficult world quickly.

Wouldn’t it be nice for our mercenary corps to be able to have a happy time or save up for retirement by receiving money that is at stake?

This is truly a sad thing.

In that way, they fought to kill us somehow and survive, and our troops felt that momentum and momentarily hesitated.

“What the f*ck, these guys?”

In addition, the enemy mercenary platoon leaders and other sword-wielding guys came forward one by one and started using their Aurors to kill the guys under our command.

“You can’t kill me gracefully, you bastards!”

As even the high-ranking members of the enemy mercenary force began to move with all their might, their spirit slowly began to revive, albeit slightly.

‘If we continue like this, our sacrifice will increase…’

Now that things are like this, the best solution would be to find the enemy mercenary leader and kill him quickly, right?

“Attention Martin Baekbaeng!”

I drew everyone’s attention, swung my sword sharply, and decapitated the enemy in front of me.

“From now on, our white corps must find the leader of those damn white sparrows. “Let’s go slit his throat!”

After saying that, our centurion flag bearer raised the flag high, signaling that he would rip off the enemy’s head with all his might.

I also put all my strength into both hands holding the sword and began to cut down the enemy in front of me.

“If you look at me, it’s fleas and millet!”

As we fought our way through the enemies, Captain Dalton and the main body of our mercenary unit began to appear.

The mercenaries in the main unit brightened their eyes with longing for me.

“f*ck, is that a person?”

“You’re a former knight who works as an Auror. And it’s the sign of our mercenary unit.”

“I heard that you fight really well, but was it that bad?”

It makes me really happy to hear such praise even in the midst of an urgent battlefield.

Some people say they get tired of constantly hearing compliments and compliments, but I am different. It’s thrilling and new every time I listen to it.

“Captain Dalton! Let’s go cut off that damned boss! “We must annihilate the White Sparrow mercenaries before sunset.”

After saying that, I looked at the sky where the sun was slowly starting to set.

When the sun sets, the signal will sound for everyone to stop fighting and retreat, and we will be forced to watch the fleeing sparrows like dogs chasing chickens.

Dalton must have been stimulated by those words as well, so he slashed at the enemy with even more vigor than before.

“f*ck, the leader of the Whitebeard mercenaries is crazy!”

“That guy is really crazy.”

“There are two crazy guys, kill them first!”

Dalton had an aura in his voice and spoke in a booming voice as if he were using a loudspeaker.

“You sparrows, leader, come out!”

If we shout like this, no leader will come out…

The sparrows are not in a good situation right now…

The guy who looked like the leader of the sparrows really ran out.

“You damn bastards!”

Then, he seemed to find me a bit easier than Dalton, the leader of the Whitebeard mercenaries, and happily rushed towards me.

“f*ck you, you motherf*cker!”

…… When mercenaries meet in war, they must fight with the readiness to kill each other.

Why would we be so scared and take care of your situation?

“Only talk about bullsh*t in your sleep!”

After saying that, I took the sword he swung.

Perhaps because he was a mercenary leader, the weight of the sword strike was quite heavy, in fact.

“Give back my mercenary army, you son of a b*tch!”

Your mercenary army was split up right before your eyes, so you could be quite angry.

The guy who was full of anger kept swinging his sword at me and slowly putting pressure on me, and because I was low on stamina…

He felt it was a bit burdensome.

“f*ck, is this what this guy was aiming for?”

“Of course I aimed.”

“…… A bastard, a sloppy bastard who answers to something like this and falls asleep.”

As he said, unlike the Black Lily mercenaries, this guy was quite capable and real.

In terms of skill, he is a little below Captain Dalton, but a little above me.

As I was being pushed slightly, I heard the sound of the wind cutting behind me.

The arrow flew with the sound of the wind and hit the guy’s helmet.

He may be using a good helmet, but Karin’s arrow did not pierce the helmet… But there was a slight gap in his movements.

‘It’s an opportunity.’

As soon as I thought that, I stabbed the guy in the neck with the sword I was holding.

Blood was gushing out of his throat, and the man whose vocal cords and trachea had been pierced at the same time was unable to make any sound.

I cut off the guy’s head, held the cut head high, and shouted loudly, ‘I cut off the head of Captain White Sparrow.’

When those words rang out, all of our mercenaries cheered loudly.

“Century Martin did it!”

On the other hand, the white sparrows looked at it with blank expressions like those who visited the Han River Bridge due to falling stocks.

“We are ruined, damn it.”

And at this moment, a trumpet sound was heard announcing a retreat.

I think this is not too bad on the first day of the war as a centurion commander, and I think I achieved good results.

However, I have no intention of being satisfied with this level.