Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

“All troops! ”

A resounding command spreads among the troops standing in a row. Along with him, tension is heightened. Due to tension, the cold air slowly starts to heat up.

When the long stretch of the command gradually thinned.

“Forward! ”

A subsequent eruption of the command.

Chuck! Chuck!

The sound of the heavy footsteps echoes through the ground, and the dust slowly rises. At a steady rate, the army of 10,000 Bren Kingdom begins to cross the plain.

“Phew, Phew! ”

The sound of breathing leaking from Caith's mouth at the forefront grows rougher. This tension right before the battle was one of the hardest things for him to adapt to no matter what.

Grrrrrrrrr!

The wheels of heavy siege weapons roll around your ears.

From Caith, the Supreme Commander, to knights and soldiers, no one rides a horse. The battle was slow, but it was important for the entire force to unite and move at the same time. Caith had every one of them get off the horse for that matched move.

Thump, thump!

The distant Pelon backwriting begins to grow slightly in sight. The footsteps become rougher and the dust in the air grows deeper.

It was when the constantly marching army of Bren crossed about half the plain.

“Light bulb! ”

Once more, a long, growing howl began to spread. At the same time, the posture of the soldiers of the Bren Kingdom army stepped at a steady pace is slightly lower. At the same time, the increased tension swelled up tightly as if it were going to burst soon.

And finally, the final order that erupted.

“Turn around! ”

“Waaaahhhhhh! ”

A scream erupted.

Two or two!

Suddenly, the sound of the footsteps that had turned into noise began to shake the plain. The blooming dust rises and obstructs sight, but Bren's assault does not stop.

The ranks of the Bren Empire troops rushing towards the Pelon White Paper, like it was a giant tidal wave.

The first ones to stop were ballistas and Trebuchet Catapults. I was just in range of two siege weapons.

Squeeze!

As the winch rotates, the friction of the rowdy tree echoes. The tighter the friction sound, the stronger the tensile strength of the stretched rope becomes.

Tung, Kwararak!

The loosened winch rotates violently toward its original position, and its power fires rocks and large arrows in unison.

And the enormous pressure of blowing rocks! A chunk of rock blown from the Pelon Whitepaper is closing in on this side.

Kuwoong, straps!

Along with the sound, the ground blazes and a pile of rocks and dirt splashes up from all sides. What was mixed between the piles of dirt must have been a living human until just a moment ago. One ballista was crushed and the three soldiers around it were completely crushed.

Kuang!

A boulder blown by the Bren Kingdom troops starts pounding on the Pelon White Writing Wall. A crack breaks through the rock forming the wall and a splendid pile of rock falls down.

Soldiers from both sides who gave and received the first attack. And at that moment, Bren Empire's army closed its streets in no time.

“Shoot!" ”

A scream came out, not to mention first.

Numerous arrows rising from the plain and above the wall cover the sky in an instant.

Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa!

The arrows, full of life, start to twist, not distinguish between the human body and the ground in the plain.

“Shhhhh!”

The blood starts to spill with a scream.

Screaming paralyzes people's ears, and scattered blood and flesh points paralyze the eyes, nose, and senses. It was a moment when the tension before the battle quickly changed into madness.

“Damn it, Caith! We'll see when it's done! ”

Lycaen swings his spear relentlessly, grinding his teeth. There are no slight gaps in the terrifying rotation of the bars.

Tak, Tadahak!

The arrows that rain down like a rainstorm scatter into the four winds, striking the intangible tabernacles made by the iron bars of Lycaen.

Not just Lycaen. Earl Frocus' knights marching alongside him are holding back the arrowheads ahead of the bars and blocking them from flying.

And following those knights, it was a bunch of wooden crates.

It was a huge wooden box about 5 meters long, 3 meters wide and 1 meter tall. And underneath it were five thick wooden sticks, supporting a wooden box.

It was reminiscent of Lycaen's former life, a young man carrying a body when he was buried in the middle of the country.

No, the wooden crates were actually moving in the same way as when they were transporting the zeroes. A total of twenty Earl of Frost soldiers were on the move, with two wooden sticks supporting the crates on either side.

If there's anything different about it, it's that a thick wooden plank is placed in front of the soldiers moving it. It acts as a shield.

“Right!”

The moment the shout of the senior soldier standing in the front without moving the wooden crate erupts, the twenty soldiers who were holding the wooden crate step together to the right. Of course, the wooden chest the soldiers were holding also quickly moved to the right. Perfect breathing with little distraction, as if a single person was moving.

At that moment, the pressure to process comes down. And the next big bang.

Kuaang!

With a loud rumbling sound, a flying pebble settles on the spot where the wooden crate had just been.

“Forward!”

Once again, the leader's superior soldier gives the order and the wooden crate moves.

I wonder how long it's been. The moment we got about 100 meters to the wall, Lycaen, who was at the forefront, cried out.

“Jump! ”

“What the hell is that?! ”

Earl Phelon exclaims in a bewildering voice. But there was no way to hear the answer. It was because others had never seen it before.

What felt strange was that, before the battle began, the enemy lined up at the other end of the plains for siege. He saw large wooden crates on one side of the enemy rank.

At first, I thought it might be a newly designed ranged siege weapon.

However, since the arrival of the enemy forces, we have completely ruled out such possibilities. Even with the catapult or ballista in place, the wooden crate in question was still coming this way.

However, it is not a siege weapon that knocks on the gates like an armored car. The packs of boxes in question were approaching the strongest walls of the enemy ranks, not the gates.

I'm even more curious because it turns out it's not a siege weapon. And the terror of not knowing what came over me.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no answer. If so, all I could do was break it down before I knew what it was.

“Shoot!" Mobilize the catapult and ballistas. Keep them away from me! ”

Whether the commanders were thinking the same thing, numerous arrows pour down on the crates in fear of command. A third of the troops with ranged weapons flew towards the wooden crates. It was clearly inefficient to concentrate one-third of the attack on only 10% of the entire enemy force.

But no one thought it was inefficient. The fear of not knowing was just as great. And then there's the other thing that adds anxiety.

Riccianne and Caith. The two of them went around Luo Kingdom to subdue the provincial lords who disobeyed Bren Kingdom. There was an enormous reputation or notoriety in the process.

It was even weirder that the names were unknown because only 2,000 troops combined destroyed 15 territories.

However, there were many knights with bars in front of the box in question. Earl Frost, who I've only heard rumors of. From the point of view of the troops in the Pelon White Paper, the combination of a formidable name and an unknown object caused great anxiety.

“Boat, Earl! Incoming! ”

Earl Phelon's head turns to look away for a moment due to the shriek of the Knight Leader.

“Suck!”

Wooden chests rushing at a terrifying speed, creating a trail of dust. I feel like something's finally going to happen.

Earl Phelon cries out in horror.

“Shoot, kill them all! ”

It was then.

Kwak 'jik!

You hear something heavy in the background of Earl Pelon, and something massive flies through his head. The Earl glances back in reflection. There lies the fallen catapult that just blew up the rock.

The catapult was broken by blowing something too big.

The Earl's gaze follows a massive boulder flying towards the Earl of Prokers running over his head. It was a big difference from what I had shot so far. Obviously, the catapult is not able to overcome its weight and is broken.

“Got it!”

Earl Phelon, who was measuring the direction the chunk of rock was flying, clenched his fist without my knowledge. A boulder was flying in the middle of a crowd of wooden crates.

If it were that big, rolling away would do enough damage. Then he thought that the size of the enemy would be disrupted, and that a concentrated ranged attack could do great damage.

It was time for the rock that began to fall to cross the lead.

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