It's a cold dawn when your body is freezing.
All of a sudden, Almark and the others were beaten up violently.
Wake up. Hostile attack.
The man who was sleeping next door is lying, blurry at this time.
When Almark grabbed his sword by hand, he quickly retightened the leather armor laces that he had loosened when he slept, leaving his poor tent.
First squad, this way.
Hurry up, team three.
The mercenaries who were already awake are gathering their troops out loud.
Almark joins the other mercenaries who crawled out of the tent.
"Battalion two, we hit the enemy. It's coming from the west side of the mountain, right away."
The captain raised his voice.
"We're not even halfway there yet."
Someone shouted.
"Put the rest of you in Battalion 3. Let's go."
"Shit. You shouldn't have come earlier."
Someone else speaks.
At that time, however, I could already hear the footsteps of the incoming enemy forces crushing the frozen grass and frost pillars.
"I can't help it. Live or die."
Simple answers. Mercenaries always get there.
Almark ran with his fellow mercenaries as he stared at the enemy forces beyond the mornings.
Almark joined this mercenary regiment fifteen days ago.
Speaking of winter, there are still intermittent areas of fighting.
The destination of this mercenary group marching against the enemy mercenary group repeatedly matched exactly where Almark was heading.
Even though it was a poor tent, Almark was glad to be able to sleep without getting wet at night.
Neither his father's name nor the name of the Black Wolf Cavalry was mentioned, but the commander saw the swing of Almark's sword and immediately accepted the rendezvous.
The cleavage mercenary regiment, whose name was so brave, was no better than a leading mercenary regiment like the Black Wolf Cavalry, both commanders and soldiers.
We've been together for three days.
In a battle that we should have fought in favor of, the rift mercenary regiment collapsed fragilely without being able to support the enemy's counterattack.
"Once in the woods. Retreat to the woods."
The mercenaries rushed to the forest in front of them.
Almark also ran away.
The man who was running next door fell without surprise.
An arrow stood on his back.
Dozens of horsemen approached suddenly with bows behind Al Mark and his men.
Almark ran diagonally with his head down.
Arrows protrude on the ground one after the other to follow.
Companions of mercenaries rushing toward the woods collapse with arrows.
There's no escape to the woods.
Because there is no one to serve as your lord.
Another mercenary fell in front of Almark.
On the battlefield, you can use anything you want.
When Almark jumped over the mercenary, he grabbed his shoulder from the opposite side and woke up.
The mercenary, still barely breathing, moans low.
Don't feel bad.
Almark used the mercenary's body as a shield and hid behind it, holding his sword.
Soon several arrows stood in the mercenary's body.
Feeling the mercenary's last convulsions, Almark sighed back and saw the enemy through the mercenary's armpit gap.
Almost there.
Coming straight from the front were two cavalry men who lowered their bows and drew their swords. Plus, there's a cavalry that tries to circle around Almark's side with a bow.
Almark sharpens his five senses and waits for that moment.
The sound of the horse's hoof approached.
Now.
Almark leaned down and jumped out of the mercenary's shadow.
Kick the ground and jump big.
A dagger strikes the cavalry with an open eye and a sword.
The cavalry, barely struck by his sword, fell down without killing the horse.
Almark stretches out in the air and grabs the rope and clings to the back of the empty horse.
The other cavalry immediately sent for the horse.
When Almark shook the sword with a swinging blade, a fierce sound of the sword broke, and the cavalry that he caught changed its color and pulled the string.
The next moment, Al Marc got down on his feet.
As you rub your ears, the arrows blur along with the sound of the wind.
He was a cavalry trying to circle around the side.
I've already begun to catch the next arrow.
When Almark took the bow of the enemy cavalry left on the horse, he quickly raised his arrow and fired.
The arrow, which seemed to have shot bullshit without aiming, was sucked straight into the cavalry's body.
The cavalry with its shoulders crouched and dropped its bow.
The other cavalry stopped the horses as if they were under pressure.
Meanwhile, fellow mercenaries rush into the forest.
Almark ran his horse into the woods and slapped his tongue.
I was aiming for the head.
I knew I didn't like bows.
Almark was summoned that night by the commander of the cleavage mercenary regiment, who had regained his strength by assembling the defeated soldiers.
"I heard."
The captain, Gretcher, distorted his old scarred face and laughed.
"Isn't that amazing? Defeated all three of the enemy cavalry and retreated gently."
It's not a leisurely thing.
Almark twisted his neck.
"It's exaggerated. I was desperate, and I didn't defeat the three horsemen."
"You look good."
Gretcher laughed.
"Normally, I'm still in my first class. That's the strength. Above all, it's really good that you can't be a kid."
Put the leather bag on the wooden stand in front of Almark.
There was a loud noise.
"Silver. I have 50."
Gracer said I could count it.
"You're officially coming in. That's contract money. As soon as I get out on the battlefield a couple of times, I'll give you two names for the ace."
"I'm sorry."
Almark shook his head.
"I promise to leave when the city of destination gets closer. I can't get in here because I have somewhere to go. And thanks enough for the food and the bed, I don't need this."
That said, I didn't put my hand on the silver bag.
Hmm.
Gretcher pulled in a laugh and looked at Almark.
I can't help it.
Ah.
Almark nodded.
Keep an eye on the greaser.
You don't have to, but it's dangerous to be licked.
Almark glanced back at the wartime mercenary leader.
Well, that's good.
Somewhat, Gretcher said.
"It's not easy for us either. I can't give silver to a guy who can't get into our house."
That's what I can pull in the leather bag.
Ah.
Almark answered.
"As I said, it's enough to have food and a bed."
Heh
Gretcher laughed.
"It's a greedy kid."
After two skirmishes in time for today, Almark had a splendid fight with adult mercenaries.
And today.
It was an ambush at the dawn of the arrows, thinking that Almark's destination was approaching and that it would be the last day to accompany this mercenary regiment.
Battalion two, hold back.
Under the command of the captain, the mercenaries intercept the enemy.
Almark also shook his sword at the forefront.
Parry the opponent's intense slashing and knock the sword into his neck.
He jumped to the next opponent, poking his sword in the flank.
That's how I defeated a few enemies.
The smell of burnt iron that sticks into Almark's nose.
Watch out.
Almark's intuition instantly put him in danger.
On the battlefield, strong mercenaries always come along with the smell of iron.
It was the smell of forged steel that smashes weapons and armor, and the smell of blood that dances with it.
On Almark's side, his allies collapsed.
The sound of swinging objects is completely different from others.
Almark made a distinction between people who should never fight.
Long silver hair shaking in the battlefield wind. Two swords stained with blood.
Irwin the Double Sword!
Someone's screaming.
How could a leading mercenary, known as one of the Aces of the Tiger Mercenary Regiment, be on the battlefield at such an end of the day?
The enemy is nothing but a tiger mercenary.
"Almark!
The captain shouted.
"You can prevent it. I'll cover you from the side."
I am not the one who can be prevented by being told not to.
But someone has to prevent it.
"Three for you."
Almark answered and went forward.
Either way, it will be cut all at once.
If you can deal with Irwin as much as you can on this spot, it's just you.
Irwin cut down the mercenary in front of him as he danced, and his eyes caught on to Almark.
Almark made up his mind and jumped in between.
Irwin's two swords stretched to Almark's neck and arm without a sound.
Almark dodged it with a single piece of paper and knocked his dagger into it.
But Irwin dodged without difficulty.
Irwin's mouth, standing on Almark's left, seemed slightly broken.
The next moment, he managed to catch a blow, but Almark flew with a shallow cut to his left arm.
There was also bleeding from the neck that I was going to skip earlier.
Very unlikely.
But we can still hold out a little longer if we get some backup from the sides.
Reposition the sword as you calculate.
Jump in here. Distract Irwin.
However, there was no support from Almark's expected side.
Instead, I heard footsteps running backwards.
While Almark was dealing with Irwin, the mercenaries on his side started pulling up together.
I was thrown away by stone.
Almark understood instantly.
It would be cheap if you could stop Irwin of the “Double Sword”, such as the life of a kid who breaks up and can no longer be an ally.
The sacrifice ejected in the ruthless calculation of life.
A moment of agitation must have appeared on his face. Irwin clearly distorted his straight face and laughed.
"That's sad."
Irwin said.
"I was going to be a herd, but when are we going to do it?"
That's what I'm saying, and I'm closing the time.
A group of Irwin's mercenaries have arrived from that side.
Almark focused only on Irwin's movements, regardless of the other mercenaries.
The other mercenaries didn't seem to be going after Irwin's prey, and ran through Almark with nothing left to lose.
Two swords.
You can't hold either one with one of these swords.
Survival.
I remember my father's powerful words.
This much Shura Hall should have been gone by now.
Almark moved first.
Put your life in a blow.
Irwin looked surprised at the speed.
As his dagger cut through the sky, Al Mark jumped to the side of the bush.
I was slashed in the back, and the leather armor bounced.
Pain with sharp fever.
It's okay. It's not reaching my body.
Tell yourself that, and run the bushes as they are.
It gets caught by stiff branches and thorns, causing numerous injuries to the body.
I wonder how long I ran.
Irwin didn't come after him.
Almark finally stopped at the foot of a mid-frozen river.
I can no longer hear the noise of battle.
I can see my back is wet.
Sweat or blood?
It's okay. It's okay.
Almark told himself.
I barely saw my vision distort and feel like it would fall on the spot.
It's okay. It's okay.
Head south.
I'm heading south.
I repeated the spell to my heart, which was about to fall into oblivion.
By doing so, I felt that the power to survive came from somewhere.
Go south.
Almark thought.
I'm going south alive.
Downstream of the river, Almark stepped out.
Reluctantly, but certainly one step at a time.
Head south.