My Villains Episode 379
62. Tactics of Deception (6)
“Your Highness, the enemy is moving!”
“at las.”
Are they walking around the garrison and attacking in earnest?
Or are they just trying to go first with a small number of troops?
The lords, knights, officers, and wizards who gathered at the Castle Tower of the Inner Castle came up with all sorts of questions. Those who couldn’t keep this in their heads opened their mouths, and the meeting hall became buzzing in an instant.
“All quiet.”
Prince Ulkar was not. He kicked off the table and ordered them to prepare for battle immediately, looking back at the knights and wizards.
“Prepare the heavy cavalry. All battle magicians, except for those who will be monitoring the skies, follow us.”
The Supreme Commander, Ulkar, was in a situation where he personally stepped in, but there was no one to stop him. Everyone knows that wasting time arguing before battle is an idiot.
Thanks to dozens or even hundreds of mock battles, the knights and officers learned to put aside their personal opinions and views. They also came to understand to some extent the prince’s tactical tendencies and decision-making style. His hands and feet are ready to fight the enemy.
Less than ten minutes after the scout reported the enemy’s movements, five hundred horses and horses rushed out of the west gate of High Castle.
Ulkar did not wear a helmet.
Thanks to this, thousands of soldiers in High Castle clearly saw the long silver hair fluttering at the head of the cavalry.
‘Giant’ Ankyr and ‘Painter’ Hilter ‘Birdhawk’ Gisela and I following the prince.
Ooh-oh-! No matter who said it first, the soldiers who climbed the wall burst into shouts.
Its thunderous sound raised the fighting spirit of the riders who fiercely rode the reins with their weapons gripped high into the sky.
“Take a narrow step above the clouds.”
Wizards, including Master Epos, memorized spells. Sentences containing will and mana lightened their steps, added strength to their muscles, and blew a fresh breeze.
Since the enemy camp was still a long way away, the cavalrymen, who were running at less than half of that speed, rather than sprinting, began pounding the ground with a rather exciting beat thanks to the spells of the battle wizards.
“Enemy!”
Sir Ankir’s voice was very clear even in the midst of the 2,000 horse hooves playing as drums in the melted ground. It was a great performance that boasted great cost performance.
Hehe- they are mercenaries, Your Highness!”
Even at a glance, it was possible to recognize that the army that had come out of the woods and spread towards High Castle was mercenaries. To be called conscripts, they were well armed, and to be called private soldiers, they were dressed differently and there were too many of them. They must have been mercenary scumbags hired by the Duke of Avillambus.
However, there were quite a few of them.
I still didn’t have the ability to count hundreds or thousands of troops at once, so I couldn’t know the exact number. But it was clear that there were far more than our cavalry.
At this point, most knights and cavalry officers, myself included, could guess Ulkar’s orders. This was also thanks to mock battles and training.
Ulkar raised the prosthetic arm attached to his left arm. A silver fist holding a bow drew a circle above his head.
As everyone expected, the troopers immediately turned to the left.
“Shoot! Shoot!”
“You assholes, hold your seats!”
The faint sound of shouting in Gelan was heard, and soon arrows rained down.
Wedges –
Since there were close to twenty battle wizards mixed in with the cavalry, it was not impossible to remove the rain of arrows with a spell.
However, it was a waste of mana. It was for a moment like now that the rider and horse were wrapped in heavy metal side by side in the first place.
Kagagang Caang!
The arrows struck the armor and barding repeatedly, making a loud noise.
Broken arrowheads and broken bows obstructed the view, but the cavalrymen silently hit the reins. Between the loud metallic sound and the creepy nasal sound,
I heard the sound of flesh being torn sparsely.
Looking back, I saw that some of those who had been hit by arrows in the eye sockets or joints, etc., had no luck, and were getting off their horses in vain. However, there were very few such people, and the rest were riding their horses as if nothing had happened with their arrows attached to them.
The course of the cavalry was drawing parallel lines with the formations of the enemy mercenaries. It was after the distance had narrowed to about forty or fifty meters.
hmm.” Close enough to see each other’s faces. My hands are itching to run quietly.
I pulled a javelin from the saddle, but Ulkar pulled the javelin ahead of me.
To Doo Deung!
He shot three arrows in one breath and knocked down three mercenaries. It was clear that he was bullshit when he said that his archery skills had decreased since he had a prosthetic arm.
that was the signal
The knights, who regarded swordsmanship as their basic weapon, fired arrows freely even on a running horse. No one was able to use rapid fire as accurately as Ulkar, but none were so bad that they couldn’t hit a single one with four or five feet.
I raised my spirits while holding the javelin.
In the field of vision provided by the Blood Artifact, he could see the one who moved his magical energy between the bubbling and pulsating blood masses. I threw a spear at it.
“Keruk-”
The woman, who had been muttering something with her hands on her hand, fell down with a toad-like sound. As I expected, the mercenaries around me looked at the fallen woman in awe.
In fact, at this distance, there was no need to worry about the magician’s attack. Sending an attacking spell tens of meters away is a skill even among wizards. There’s no way a mage who acts like a mercenary has such a high level.
But whether or not I threw a javelin at only the magicians. This was because it could be a variable when entering enemy camps, and it seemed to give more experience points than idiots.
By the time the fourth javelin was thrown, Ulkar finally gave a shout.
“charge!”
From the age of 17 until now, the prince, who has been reborn as a veteran of the war by leading countless battles to victory, caught the cracks in the ranks of mercenaries even as he rode his horse and fired arrows.
He immediately turned his horse’s head and fired two arrows. Blue flagpoles sprouted from the heads of the two shield soldiers who were taking a backward step under the force of the cavalry.
After a while of lingering while sharing the horse’s head with the prince, I drew my sword while looking at a pair of blue flagpoles.
Now is my time.
“Hey, let’s go!”
When the spur was applied, the bicorn shot forward with a rougher turret.
The sudden acceleration protruded from the troopers, but did not look back. The vanguard’s job is to attack the enemy, not to take care of the allies.
A few seconds to run with all your might, kicking off the soft, melted ground.
“Aww!”
“Get out of the way!”
The mercenaries, who were in a state of confusion at the charge of the giant demon, were dug into at once.
Dark red blades sprouting more than 2 meters from the ‘black ice’ swept everywhere. Pieces of flesh that were human beings were torn apart and soared into the sky or tumbled across the floor.
“Whoa.”
Whether the friendly cavalry was following me was already out of my concern. I swung my sword and only ran forward.
“Block it!”
“If it collapses, it’s the end!” I can’t be too happy to see those who scream so loud. You can throw a javelin at the voice even while you are distracted from jumping into enemy lines and rampaging.
Kheung!
The bicorn, which was already drenched all over, was so excited that I could hardly control it.
He pierced the back of the mercenary who ran away and ran away with his horn, trampled on the guy next to him, and devoured his entire head. Some of the mercenaries, who were vigorously attacking at the sight of the bicorn with something black, white, blue, and red buried in its mouth, folded their backs and vomited. The bewildered senior mercenary shouted at them.
“Hhh”
I swung my hand lightly, cutting his uvula with the tip of my sword and striking the bicorn’s butt with the javelin I had just drawn.
Kre Leung/
“Be gentle. Before I pluck out a horn and turn it into a unicorn.”
Did you understand what I was saying? Tightening his thighs and twisting his back, Bicorn turned his head quietly while snorting.
bang!
Six or seven mercenaries, stepping on the blood-stained floor at the careless outstretched hand, shattered.
“o〒oo huh” — —– this —.
“Oh, I can’t.”
Among the thick fishy smells, a fishy smell was mixed, and a voice seeking God was heard among the evil curses.
“Ugh.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter.
So, to hide my laughter, I did what Sir Langbolt and Ankyr often did.
“Here is the red knight of the silver prince!”
It wasn’t very successful. It is because of the unbearable laughter mixed between the words.
Despite my ridiculous self-introduction, the mercenaries of Duke Avillambus gave a satisfactory response.
“Retreat – Retreat Retreat!”
“Who the hell is going to retreat?”
“Run away!”
The mercenaries fled in all directions, rolling over the sticky mud, scratching the floor, and pulling their comrades in front.
The scene where hundreds of people run around at the same time as if it were salty was very interesting.
I spurred on, bursting out the sound that was boiling deep in my stomach.
And by the time you see more friendly cavalry around you than enemies.
The mercenary ranks were completely cut in two.
