Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

“Damn, they never get tired! ”

Leon's archery officer lifts his shield overhead and fights the falling arrowheads.

Thung, thud, thud!

Arrows that swoop on the shield without rest.

Not many people can shoot arrows in a row. After some shooting, you need to take a break. That way, you can continue to shoot arrows while the battle rages.

However, there were strangely many Archers in the Earl Frost army. But I'm not tired.

“You monsters! ”

It was then.

A strange noise echoes between the shield he holds overhead and the shield the other soldier is holding.

“Suck!”

The moment he raises his head in surprise, he squeezes a gap in his shields and catches the arrowhead still spinning fiercely.

Phew!

An arrow through the eye pierces your back.

What if one of those shields disappears when all the soldiers are standing in a dense formation with their shields overhead?

Of course, the soldier behind him has no choice but to be defenseless against the arrows that drop into the line. It's natural for an arrow to concentrate in such a good place.

“Grrrgh!”

“Aah!”

Screams erupt in a row. Around one point, soldiers crumbling like dominoes drawing arcs and arrows pouring endlessly over them.

Screams erupt everywhere and red blood soaks the ground. As the battlefield slowly turns into Abigail's hell.

The seemingly unstoppable arrow ratio stops like a lie. This time it was the turn of the Leon Bird Army Archers.

“Fire!”

A loud shout erupts from everywhere, and the bows of the Leon Bird of War shoot arrows.

Shoot me!

“March! March! ”

Under the cover of archers, infantry and siege weapons advance.

“Waaaahhhh!”

A scream erupts.

The vicious death of his comrades led to the vicious assault of the Duke of Leon, and he was as desperate as a herd of angry bulls.

A chunk of heavy rock rises into the air. The moment the chunk of rock that painted the giant parabola finally reached its apex. Knock at the wall with an enormous amount of pressure.

The wall shakes violently as if it were an earthquake with a huge bang.

Kwa-woo! Kwa-woom!

The rocks rising from the catapult knock on the wall in succession, and a part of them spills down the wall into the castle.

“Ahhhh!”

Screaming begins to erupt from the wall.

The soldier who is pierced by the arrow makes every effort to move his limp arm, and the soldier who cannot escape the flying chunk of rock is crushed.

Buck up, buck up!

The blood of the dead pools everywhere. Dislocated flesh is abundant, and even those who stumble upon the corpses begin to fall.

“Damn, what's the matter with you today?! ”

Julia shouts as she fires an arrow at the protest. Then Anton next to me replied loudly. They were two mercenaries hired by the Duke of Procures by accident.

The mission for both of you is to disable the siege weapon.

“Looks like you're going to the end of the day. ”

“Damn it! Let me make some money, too! ”

At the same time as the shout, Yulia's arrow leaves the protest.

Whoo-hoo!

Leon's siege weapon is targeted by her arrows. Precisely those soldiers pushing the siege weapon.

As Yulia fires her next arrow, the arrow that just flew pierces the soldier's neck, pushing against the siege tower. And then the arrow cuts through the air.

One arrow kills exactly one enemy. God's bowsmanship with little error.

At that time, Anton points to one side and shouts.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! ”

Turning quickly, you see a bird of Leon's chariot advancing toward the gate at a rapid pace.

“Oh, shit! ”

Julia spits out four arrows from the arrowhead at once.

Yuck! Yuck!

Pull the arrow caught in the demonstration with your diet and stop. Then the other three arrows are stuck between each finger and wait for their turn. I was prepared for Yulia's expert speaker.

Thung, thud, thud!

Four arrows cut through the air in quick succession. However, we cannot reach the soldiers hiding behind the cover of the wagon.

“Oh, shit! Really!”

As soon as an insult protrudes from Yulia's mouth, Anton suddenly pushes out.

“Is it my turn? ”

Anton throws things like a ball at a wagon that looks far away. At the same time, I quickly raised my hand and shouted out in a loud voice.

“Burning Arrow! ”

At Anton's fingertips, an arrow shaped flame pierces the air, terrified of the end of the shout.

Anton throws round balls at the flaming arrows made by magic. The Magic Flare Arrow blazes on the rounded ball, arriving just above the wagon.

In the ball that burst, the liquid spreads in all directions and turns into a flame in an instant.

Glug-ug-ug!

The round ball was made of pig piss, and it was filled with oil.

Uahhhhhh!

Oil and sparks swept through the chariot at once.

“Ahhhh!”

Soldiers pushing their wagons around the floor with their bodies covered in fire.

Anton was a combat wizard.

Arrows fly relentlessly, and being a wizard on a battlefield with a blade is of no great use.

It is because they are poor in stamina and are not agile enough to adapt to rough battlefields.

The wizard who helped in the battle had to be a conductor. Magic ranges are proportional to the amount and level of Mana they have. If you are a conductor-level wizard, that range alone can attack your enemies.

But even a conductor wizard can't help in battle with one or two. Although magic is broad and capable of mass destruction, the wizard himself is very vulnerable to attacks from the outside.

When the Wizard appears, all the arrows will be concentrated in that direction. How can he afford it?

That's why the Wizard had to become a unit to make the most of the battle. And it was possible to create and operate a unit as a wizard in at least one central military kingdom. because it's the only way to cover the huge operating costs.

But there were some very unusual wizards among the mercenaries. They trained the flesh after training themselves to use only very simple magic.

They are commonly referred to as combat wizards, who, as Anton just did, use refined bodies and simple tools to maximize their magical effects and use them in battle.

“Damn, that's why you suck. ”

Yulia scowls at Anton, but her hand relentlessly fires an arrow.

At that moment, the infantry of the Leon Dynasty finally reaches the bottom of the wall. Julia, who saw it, said, crumpling her vorak impression.

“Here I am!”

Ladders leaning against the walls at once. A siege tower that arrives in the background.

A wagon that finally arrived through Abigail's battlefield knocks on the gate.

Phew!

A slap of stone pours down on the soldier's head as he climbs up the ladder.

“Rrrrgh!”

The soldier with a broken head falls straight down and the soldiers are swept away.

It wasn't just the stones that spilled over the walls. Boiling water or oil is spilled. An arrow drops down as if it were natural to soak in oil.

The results were made by the colonists who turned to help the water and Earl Prokers who encouraged it. The colonists are carrying stones, oil, or arrows and boiling oil so that all soldiers can go into battle.

Flames rise from everywhere. Beneath the wall is a pile of fallen soldiers, riding on them, and other soldiers rush toward the wall.

The corpse catches fire and reeks of foul odor.

“March, march! ”

Commander Bertus, of the Leon Birch Army, cries out in malice. Ordinarily, they would have bitten the soldiers back in a situation where they had suffered some damage from each other. But I couldn't today. I had to take that castle down.

At that time, Bertus saw the soldiers' fatigue at its peak.

Nothing in the world is as violent as battle. Being constantly striving toward the enemy, embracing the fear of death, makes the human body fatigued in an instant.

This was the moment. Behind the backs of the soldiers, staggering forward.

Bertus checks it out and shouts at the knights stretching across the stretch.

“Begin!”

At the same time, the knights draw their swords. And without hesitation, you stab Longsword in the back of the soldier in front of you.

“Ahhhh!”

Screams erupt from nowhere. The soldiers' faces look back in surprise. I saw knights pull Longsword out of the dead soldier's body.

“Forward!”

Then Bertus cries out again.

“Ahhhh!”

The last of the standing soldiers starts to scream and push the soldier in front.

Phew!

Another soldier falls. The knight Longsword pierced his heart as he stood dumbfounded.

Move forward or die. If we go forward, maybe we'll live.

A simple and frustrating judgment that comes at a moment of desperation.

The knights step forward constantly, swung their swords, not too fast or too slow. Fear that comes slowly is usually scarier.

And fear is supposed to spread fast.

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