Chapter 148 - Crash (3)

As Sigmund was resolving the confusion for a while, he could feel a black shadow swiftly passing by his side.

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

The strong impression was that the appearance reminded me of a name I had already heard without anyone nearby explaining it to me.

"Eh, I..."

Vlad of Soara.

The northern brat who dared to take the sword from my son.

"Is there such a crazy bastard?"

And now this guy is doing crazy things.

No matter how messy the formation was, even though he was in the middle of enemy lines, that damn brat just took advantage of the gap and ran.

If it weren't for the enemy, it would have been an acrobatic move that would have been fascinating to watch, but it couldn't be done because every time he moved, the formation that had been carefully stitched together was torn apart.

"Ha..."

Sigmund was more surprised by Vlad's current behavior than by Bayezid's cavalry that had just attacked.

The attack was predictable, but this crazy act was something he had never seen before.

"What is this... He suddenly came out from behind!"

"Is the castle gate open? Is this really okay?"

The Bayezid knight appeared like lightning and was gone, as if he could attack them as much as he wanted.

Although it was unintentional, Vlad's movements were like throwing a stone at Sigmund's anxiety that he had worked so hard to suppress.

Like gentle waves on a lake, the anxious murmurs of the soldiers were slowly spreading among Gaidar's army.

***

Vlad runs alone from the enemy camp and crosses the green pastures.

The open space between Gaidar and Bayezid, which no one could reach, was giving Vlad an unfamiliar sense of liberation.

"…!"

However, it was only for a moment that I smiled at the sense of liberation I felt. Soon, Vlad was pressing his body against Noir's back and holding his breath.

Because a sinister smell began to waft from the sky.

"Fire! If you don't do it now, you'll never have another chance like this!"

Dark arrows begin to fill the sky with someone's shout.

Vlad had to grit his teeth as he felt the malice falling over his head and back.

The gap that Vlad had subtly opened gave Bayezid more time, and Peter's fierce gaze did not miss it.

Argh!

Pick up your shield!

The ground was green, but the sky was completely dark, and where the black rain had passed, someone's blood began to accumulate and form a pool of bright red.

The world that emerged through the narrow gap was clearly vast, but still cruel.

"Reveal your identity!"

"Bayezid! It's Vlad, the Bayezid knight! I brought a message from Lord Joseph!"

Arrows falling fiercely as if they were waiting for him to come out.

Vlad, who had crossed with Noir, handed a sealed letter to the soldiers shouting at him to reveal his identity.

The letter written by Joseph himself contained valuable information that could not be conveyed solely through magical cards and raven letters.

"Let him in."

The phrases written in the letter indicated affiliation, and the direction that came out through the gap demonstrated Vlad's loyalty.

For those people, strict verification of identity is just a waste of time.

"Please follow me."

The center of the formation moving according to the soldier's guidance.

The first thing that caught Vlad's attention was Bayezid's flag waving in the wind.

The strong walls of Sturma welcomed Vlad.

"Lord Joseph sent me here. My name is Vlad."

It was a field without even a tent pitched, but it had a more serious atmosphere than anywhere else.

There were countless knights looking at them as if they were walking on a red carpet.

Through the slowly opening path, familiar black eyes began to look at Vlad.

"Good job. Vlad, Joseph's knight."

Peter carefully looked at the knight who sent his son.

He struggled to control his breathing, but his shoulders trembled little by little.

Furthermore, the heavily dented armor clearly demonstrated that this young knight had been in a fierce battle for some time.

"You too, Joseph also... Were you not injured anywhere?"

"Yes. He is in good health."

At Vlad's response without hesitation, Peter finally felt somewhat relieved.

Although he didn't show it.

"Thank goodness."

The noble's blue blood made Peter choose the best efficiency, but still, his heart did not cool down.

He was clearly worried about his sickly son and also proud of him.

"500 people."

After confirming his son's safety with his powerfully pressed letter, Peter handed Vlad's letter to Knight Commander Antalas.

A report sent not as a son, but as Joseph, the commander of Deirmar.

The report stated that only 500 soldiers could leave through the gates.

"Mmm."

However, what caught Peter's attention was not the number 500, but a single line of comment written at the end of the report.

It was his second son who normally did not speak military language, but this time he wrote one more line especially for his knight.

"…Do you want to fight Godin?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing Peter's low voice, the eyes of the knights accompanying him began to tremble.

"For Godin, do you mean Godin, the commander of the Gaidar Knights?"

"I don't want to belittle you, but the difference between you and him will be hard to overcome."

It was so subtle that Vlad couldn't notice it, but the Bayezid knights who had served Peter for a long time could.

The fact that their master is smiling right now.

"Do as you please. I cannot say that you don't deserve it."

The Northern drive, which I am seeing for the first time in a long time.

Now that the golden generation of Bayezid has passed, there is no reason not to be satisfied with the young knight who says he will challenge the high wall again.

Possibility is something beautiful, and young people who try to make it flourish have always been precious beings.

***

"Son of a bitch!"

The soldiers of Gaidar climbing the muddy hill.

Although he had successfully formed a formation, Sigmund faced the reality of having to crawl back into chaos on his own feet, and ended up shouting wicked curses.

"Peter Bayezid! I won't have any relief even if I kill you!"

The northern monarch used Deirmar as bait to create confusion and seized the opportunity to inflict deep wounds.

Now he was firmly entrenched on the hill and forcing Sigmund to make a decision.

You go first.

Although I'll be well prepared.

The supply route was blocked, the retreat route was cut off, and now Peter was forcing Sigmund to make a sacrifice to the end.

The cold-blooded cruelty he showed made even Sigmund, the Usurper of the West, tremble.

"Damn barbarians!"

Even if it's a disadvantage, we still have to climb.

As time passes, Gaidar will be at a disadvantage.

Since the situation couldn't be sustained at all, Sigmund had to somehow break through the army in front of him and create a route westward.

"Forward, lancers!"

And so the soldiers from the north made contact.

Blue axes flashed beyond the tightly stacked shield wall.

It seemed as if they had inherited the habits of the barbarians who had come down the river and plundered cities in the past.

"Damn it! The lance is broken!"

"Those who lost their weapons, fall back!"

"Ow! Those crazies are throwing axes!"

A fight of equal numbers.

However, since the difference between exhausted resistance and low morale was already irreparable, the shouts that arose could only belong to Gaidar.

"Bayezid! From here on!"

People mixed with barbarian blood.

It was an expression full of discrimination and disdain, but the reason we cannot dare to deny it is because there is clearly an atrocity transmitted through the blood.

"Where do these bastards dare to attack?"

"Die! Die!"

The temperament of men who had to keep warm even in the harsh cold of the northern wind was clearly more barbaric and cruel than that of people from any other region.

The madness of the North, difficult to express solely through tactics and strategies, was transmitted through their axes.

"Shit!"

Sigmund, who had been constantly encouraging the soldiers, gritted his teeth as he watched the blood spurt before him.

As expected, it was impossible for the western lancers to face the northern infantry alone.

If it were a fight between infantry, it would be difficult to find a class within the empire that could defeat them.

"Wait a little longer! Surely the moment will come!"

However, this is why Sigmund continues to push his soldiers forward.

If there are fierce soldiers with axes in the north, there are cavalry soldiers crossing the harsh wastelands of the west.

"If these boys hold out, our tide will turn!"

Due to the characteristics of the western region, it was natural for cavalry to develop.

Furthermore, the heavy western cavalry, equipped with gear stolen from the dwarves, was clearly difficult for northern cavalry to handle.

The reason Peter deliberately took a position in the muddy prairie was because he was concerned about their attack.

"All it takes is one shot!"

In the current situation where everything is collapsing, this is probably the most reliable method to rely on.

Therefore, Sigmund decided to overcome this difficulty through selection and concentration.

Through the tip of the lance of the proud Gaidar cavalry.

***

The ground is soaked and the horses' hooves become heavy.

The sticky meadows of Deirmar with the summer weather were clearly an unfamiliar battlefield for the Western knights.

"The enemy is responding!"

Godin clicked his tongue, thinking he had chosen that damn battlefield.

The speed is slowing down.

But maybe it's possible.

Because everything has been hit by this attack.

"Bayezid cavalry is coming from the right!"

"Ignore it!"

The cavalry charge is like an arrow.

From the moment you leave until you reach the enemy, you must not stop.

The Gaidar cavalry, who knew this, began to charge towards the soldiers holding their shields without hesitation.

Crunch-

"Argh!"

The sound of shields breaking is loud.

The screams that followed were all too familiar to them.

'Still!'

There is an attack that cannot be prevented even if one is aware of it.

For Gaidar, the cavalry charge was always a surefire formula for victory, so Sigmund had no doubt that he would be able to clear the way through this single attack.

'...?'

However, Godin, who was actually charging, felt his fingertips gradually cooling due to the strange sensation of being touched by the tip of the lance.

'Not enough!'

It was definitely coming, but it felt like something was missing.

I had to stab it for a while longer, but the tip of the lance I was throwing felt somehow empty.

"Shit!"

Godin, who was looking into the distance rather than at the tip of the lance, realized where the strange sensation was coming from.

An angle cleverly hidden by a curved hill.

It was only now that he faced an unrecognizable formation below that it was revealed.

'Diagonal formation!'

Although they thought they were in a straight line, the soldiers of Bayezid were actually lined up diagonally.

Only a precise strike could produce a clear impact, but the Gaidar charge, which was bent at an angle, had no choice but to head in the direction they were leading along the slowly erected shield wall.

"Immediately deflect...!"

As I became more confident, I could respond more definitively.

"Where are you rushing to?"

"…!"

Before we knew it, the Bayezid cavalry was approaching and became another wall, depriving Gaidar of space to deflect.

"I must have been fine all this time."

A red world flowed through my closed left eye.

Rutiger Bayezid.

A man who will surely become the next head of the family.

"Push! Don't give them space!"

"Shit!"

To the right is a wall of infantry shields.

To the left, the Bayezid cavalry followed closely behind them.

And so, waiting for the Gaidar cavalry in a place that gradually narrowed like the mouth of a funnel, were the Bayezid knights with unusual strength.

They all had their left eye closed.

"Bring it on! Knights!"

Peter's sword tip, lord and knight, pointed at the approaching cavalry.

"Their necks! The end for those who despised Bayezid!"

A charge rushing to destruction.

The Western knights also hurriedly tried to counterattack with their own world, but they were not the target of the Bayezid knights.

¡Heeeeeeeeh-!

"Argh!"

The screams of horses that had lost their legs began to resound loudly over the hills of the meadow.

The separated knees struggled in vain towards the ground they could no longer reach.

"Ugh!"

Horses falling to the ground with a loud noise.

The movements of the knights fighting over them rose into the sky.

The Western charge, which had lost momentum, began to halt in front of the northern knights.

"Bayezid knights!"

A cavalry unit that has lost its horse can no longer be called a cavalry unit.

The cold northern wind began to blow in front of them, who were forced to do so.

"From here on!"

The gaze of the other on the icy ground.

From now on, it was the time of the knights.

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