Wortenia Senki (WN)

Different Worlds Summon Day 169 [Defense Battle] Part 3:

"Look! Don't take it off! The enemy's five times this way! You hit me when I was meditating on your eyes!

Exposed to the fury of Rio, the knights narrowed their arrows to the distributed bow.

"Look! Not yet... not yet!

An avalanche of enemy soldiers pushed against the south gate of Rio.

And they lifted up the voice of the beast, and their faces were filled with bright red blood, and their whole bodies were murderous.

That was the same situation where starving wolves did not have restraint in front of their prey.

They are not regular soldiers.

It is a peasant militia conscripted from the territory of Lord Gerhard and his companions.

Naturally, I've never been trained in military training, and they just give me a spear and crude skinned armor.

I can never lend you a helmet or a shield.

So much so that their lives are worthless to the aristocrats.

But that's why they were so mad right now.

Feel that the 2,000 enemies in front of you are treasures.

The conscription system in this world is harsh.

They put their lives at risk with one Lord's command.

Moreover, the Lords will not pay them anything.

Is that because it is a kind of treatment called a tax?

But they also have salvation.

The decision is that what we plunder from our enemies will be ours.

If you kill an enemy soldier, some cash on the sword, spear, or armor of his opponent.

Everything you say will be your own.

If it is a war of aggression, it brings even more flavor.

Offense women, burn houses, take possessions.

Men sell off as labor slaves and women as sex slaves.

You could make a big profit with your life as a price.

That's why the peasants of this world go to war while refusing to hate and dislike the nobles.

To step on the weaker and make your own painful life a little easier.

Knight equipment is expensive.

Armor it, sword it, horse it.

It can be taken for granted that you pour all of your pride as a knight into your own arsenal.

It is, of course, very difficult for a mere peasant to kill a knight.

The difference in degree is that all knights who use magic have more than three times as much fighting power as peasant militias.

A knight is equal to a beast in the shape of a man.

But one-on-one battles without a chance change dramatically in a special environment called a battlefield.

If you can't win alone, you can increase the number of people.

Like a bunch of ants eating and killing elephants.

"Okay! Everything you took from your enemies belongs to you! I guarantee you in the name of the Duke of Gerhardt! Move on, move on!"

"" "Whoa!

The front line moved forward tremendously in response to the echoes from the rear.

I'm guessing Ryo Jan and the others look like mountains of treasure in their eyes right now.

It is the confidence that their numbers are overwhelmingly large.

They stepped into the moat without any hesitation.

Because their chronic mind that their own numbers beat their enemies was paralyzing their fears.

It echoed when their lead approached about 5m after the fence.

"Now! Let go for the first time ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

In the fury of Rione, the knights unleash a squeezed arrow.

Huh, huh, huh.

When the wind cut sounded, several enemies' heads were pierced by arrows.

"" Ghaa l ""

"Shit! The arrow!

The resentment of the peasant militiamen who received arrows echoes.

When some of the people who were leading the way are shot through by arrows, the fear that they had forgotten until then comes back into their midst.

And it blunted their steps.

"What are you doing! Go, go, go, go! There are only a few enemy soldiers! Attack them all at once! You don't want the gold eye thing! Now move on!

An enemy commander screams from the rear.

You must have sensed a slow march in sensitivity.

Once again wave a whip in the hearts of the peasants in the name of greed.

If you're thinking about the lives of peasants, you should give them shields to avoid arrows, but they don't have that idea.

Peasant militias are the shield for their nobility.

Extreme stories, they don't care at all how aristocratic the peasants are to die.

Because you step on the bodies of the peasants and put a victory flag on them.

"Second battle! Let go!"

Again under Rione's command, the unleashed arrows pierced the peasant militia.

"Fuck! What are you scared of! Few enemies! It's not infinite with arrows! The numbers are up here! Now move on! I'll give a special reward to the first one who gets to the fence! Now move on!

The enemy commander's aim is clear.

They want to capitalize on the advantages of numbers and come close to a war of attrition.

If they can kill one knight even if five peasant militiamen die, the form fits.

Conversely, for Ryo Jinta, basic performance will prevail over knights if they fight at some distance.

The aristocratic side I want to bring into the turmoil, Ryo Makoto, who wants to keep some distance and fight.

But it is still difficult to prevent a number of violence.

At first, the peasant militiamen, who shot out about 5 m from the fence, stepped forward one by one.

Step over your buddy's corpse.

Sometimes my buddy's body is used as an arrow shield.

3m, 2m, 1m, they advance as they withstand the rain of arrows that can be fired under the command of Rione.

"We're here! I'm the first!

One peasant militia screams when they finally reach the fence.

A rare and asshole nobleman declared that he would offer a bounty.

The money must heal our lives a little more than our high taxes.

That is why we must make a grand appeal here.

He said he was the first.

But the price was huge.

Yes, his life.

"Third Battle Forward!

When the bowmen fall backwards at the behest of Rione, the knights, holding themselves together with spears and steel armor helmets, move forward to replace them.

"You can't stick it out!

A spear protrudes forward simultaneously from the gap in the lower fence of Rione's decree.

It's the faces of the peasant militias that we're after.

The man who shouted that he was the first to do so is speared into his left eye.

"Yikes!"

A voice similar to the scream of the beast burst through the man's throat.

"Pull the spear!

A protruding spear is simultaneously sucked inside the fence.

"You can't stick it out!

Once again countless spears were thrust out of between the fences, mowing the lives of the stupid peasant militias.

"Shit! Brother! Lloyd!... shit! How dare you! I'll kill you!

"My eyes! My eyes!

"Hi-no-no! Can you do it!... I don't like it! I don't want to die!

Anger and mourning echo on the battlefield.

Those who try to move forward and those who try to back down to escape the spear.

The collision between the two caused the foot to stop the soldiers, who originally did not possess the noble skill of saying formation, etc.

And Rione isn't sweet enough to miss their gap.

The human sense of smell that came through the battlefield as a mercenary for years was sharp.

"First fight, second fight! Stand by! Let go!"

As she lowered the spear squad back, she put the bow squad in the front row again and started shooting indiscriminately.

"Look! Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me! Don't be shy! The arrows are rotten! You're gonna shoot me all you want!

In the heat of Rione, the arrows unleashed by the knights pour down like rain on the peasant militia.

"Damn! Can't you see... I can't help it!. Send word! Tell Master Kayle the enemy's resistance is fierce and he wants permission to temporarily retreat! Otherwise, we'd like you to turn the reinforcements around.

Aristocrats who tried to break through the South Gate at once apply to Kale for a retreat order to re-order.

I guess he also understood that it would be futile to attack with a force push like this without any real experience.

"Shit! This one's five times the enemy! Why are you taking so much trouble!

Bakih.

He pressed and folded a frustrating, less handed baton.

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"Retreat!? Don't be ridiculous! We are overwhelmingly dominant! Why do we have to retreat!

When she heard the word of the preaching, Kale yelled at her face bright red.

"But... the resistance at the South Gate is fierce. I didn't know we could strike it down like this. If you had instructed us to strike like this, at least reinforce it..."

No matter how they yelled at me, I didn't pull the preaching.

Apart from whether it was from preservation or loyalty, he was loyal to his duties.

But that's why his words irritate Kale's heart.

"Don't be ridiculous!

Dokah!

"You! I am obliged to carry out Lord Gerhard's life!

When Kale slaps his fist in the face of an angry less preaching order, he yells at his head as he crawls down.

He would never have done anything like this.

Because calm judgment is what he should have had.

But now there is no shadow to see its flavor.

A decree has just arrived calling for a temporary withdrawal or reinforcement from the forces attacking the north, not just the south.

But Kale himself, who is attacking the center, cannot break through Liang Zhen's protection.

There's no way I can turn a reinforcement unit or anything.

On the contrary, he wants to order reinforcements to the central area.

"No reinforcements to send you! Break through enemy defenses with the given force!... No, with five times more troops in the first place, why can't we break through the enemy lines? Tell him it might be loose!

As a matter of fact, Kale's words are nothing more than Ichamon's, but the decree said that Kale's sword screen had no words to defend.

If you say bad things, they could slaughter you.

Kale was getting carried away with such madness.

Kale poisoned himself in his heart as he rushed to see the back of the decree driving the horse.

(You incompetent bastards! Pull my leg!

I see it. The moat and fence that seemed funny stubbornly inhibit their own invasion.

I destroyed 500 soldiers below Mikhail and decided that I was losing morale, but that's not true.

The advantage of overwhelmingly high troop numbers also makes no sense in the present circumstances.

(Why! How can you be such a strong guardian... why can't you cut it off!

Kale can't afford to lose this fight.

I couldn't have lost a battle more than being bought the ability to direct the battle and falling back from princess to nobility.

No, on the contrary, you can't even struggle.

Because we have an overwhelming advantage over the number of soldiers.

Everyone in the aristocracy insults Kale if they struggle and win what is supposed to be in their favor.

Even Lord Gerhardt, who is acknowledging Kayle's power, doubts Kayle's strength.

And once strained, incompetent rettels are not easily stripped.

That amounts to a death sentence for Kale, who betrayed the princess.

(Shit! Shit! He's always making fun of me!

Kale didn't want to acknowledge the current situation that he was struggling with.

I wanted to think I was out of touch with the wax to pull my own legs around.

Seriously, I didn't want to admit that my abilities were inferior to those of the other commander because Mikhail was vividly destroying the reconnaissance unit.

"I'm going to the front!

The deputies changed their complexion to Kale's words.

Cale, the commander-in-chief, will be on the front line, which means putting the knights that have been kept aft until now.

The percentage of soldiers led by Kale this time is 2,000 knights and 5,000 peasant militias.

However, this knight is never lightly drained.

It is a trump card secretly aligned by Lord Gerhardt to counter the Knights.

The Duke of Gerhardt hates General Hodrum, but he has never unfairly assessed the capabilities of a knight.

A knight made up of only humans capable of using magic can be a powerful force.

Lord Gerhardt himself understands it very well because he uses magic.

That is why Lord Gerhardt gathered the Knights in hiding who are only allowed to have them in the four Grand Dukes to guard the kings and borders.

Skilled mercenaries, knights expelled from other countries, knights of Roselia who were sinned and stripped of their titles.

And those who said so were incorporated into their own knighthood for a great reward.

Its total number is 6,000.

Kale was given 2000 of them.

He fully understood the importance of it.

"Please wait! Isn't it too early?

The deputies changed their complexion and stopped Kale.

Because the original plan was to let the peasant militia break through the gate before breaking into the Knights and annihilating their opponents at once.

"Shut up! I was the sweet one trying to get the peasants and the others to break through the enemy line!... yet the enemy should be wearing out because it drives the peasants away. You can't even prevent a knight from storming now!

But Kale gave the lieutenant his word.

And I complain that now is the time.

This statement of his is only his desire.

But his words stuck like poison in the minds of his lieutenants.

Because they also had a good understanding of the situation in which they were placed.

Beyond Kayle's aides being the role, Kayle's failure of duty is also a failure of the lieutenants.

And Lord Gerhardt is not sweet enough to leave incompetent people intact.

It would still be good if you were demoted.

Depending on how you lose, there can even be death.

"Okay! But then we'll send word of a full-army assault to both the North and the South. If we can't attack three locations at the same time, we won't have that much moat or fence to worry about.

No one later disagreed when one of the deputies followed Kale's words.

"Uhm! Give me a preaching order now! Finish it before the sun sets!

Will there be about 30 minutes left before the sun sets?

If the sun goes down, the area will be dark nights later than not preparing for a night war.

However, if an avalanche falls into enemy formation, the light source can be secured by arson later.

That's what I said. Under the calculations, Kale gave instructions for an all-arms assault.

The battle of the aristocrats and princesses changes its appearance from the first day into a total battle of strength that cannot be pulled off by both sides.

Which wins.

It was clear to everyone's eyes that the side that controlled this first war would lean in great favour.