Episode 63: Doo doo doo doo.
“The deadline is one month. Aren’t they such laid-back guys?”
A deep voice cut through the noisy sound of horses’ hooves at the head of a cavalry unit running through the field and struck Logan’s ears.
“It means it’s time to unite among ourselves.”
“Even so, it’s a bit long. Moreover, Ferretta is strangely unresponsive.”
“By the time we capture Sylvan, Ferretta will respond. Or we may contact you during the battle.”
“Yes, I guess so. Everything would already be too late by then.”
A happy smile appeared on Padrick’s face as he glanced back.
The brave appearance of the knights leading the way and the thousand soldiers following them. And the weapons in their hands made him smile even before the war.
Now that he has some free time, Padrick naturally shows interest in other interesting stories.
“There was a story that your slave became a Force user. Did you bring him here expecting that?”
“yes.”
“You want to make me a knight?”
“I will do that when I get back.”
“Hehe. Did I know you would see such talent?”
“I was lucky.”
When I looked behind me with a grin, I saw Viktor, still dressed as a soldier, riding a horse in front of the soldiers, right behind the knights.
Since he became a Force user, he could be appointed as a knight right away, but Logan put it off a little later.
‘It’s still unripe. ‘Don’t ruin it by already colliding with the knight.’
Of course, regardless of his consideration, Victor’s expression was a little dissatisfied.
Since I burned the slave documents in front of him, it’s probably not a complaint about his status, and maybe…
‘he wants to fight.’ With the strong.’
Logan burst into laughter at that sight.
I have already prepared an opponent to fight him.
Ronian is currently training hard in the divine sword vision at McLane Castle.
The two geniuses will undoubtedly make great rivals.
‘I’ll let you fight as much as you want later. ‘Hold on for now, kid.’
The real turning point was a time when not even a shadow was visible.
The greatest weapons of the future still needed careful tempering.
“Hey!”
“Let’s go! Let’s kick Soto Sylvan’s ass!”
So, it was still a time to use the protagonists of the present rather than the future.
Two McLane, 73 knights, 1390 soldiers and 313 mercenaries.
When a cavalry unit totaling nearly 1,800 people rode for half a day with plenty of rest.
They could see the Sylvan troops on the castle wall with puzzled expressions on their faces.
* * *
– Soto Sylvan, come out and take my sword!
The thunderous voice that rang out in all directions struck a distance of almost 1 km and made the soldiers on the castle walls tremble.
“Uh oh. What is that?”
“Flame flag?”
“Report to Lord Ye!”
Knights wearing silver armor came up from below, as if they had been waiting for the soldiers to start an uproar.
They all have the symbol of crossed long swords engraved in flames.
The slightly bloated middle-aged man standing in front of them looked out at the castle wall and frowned.
“McLane is really attacking me… How dare these crazy people look at me with such ridicule!”
“Please, my lord, put me in the lead. I will stop Padric McLane.”
“We will crush it! All 120 Sylvan Knights are ready!”
“2,512 soldiers have also been on standby since they heard their absurd threats.”
The loud words of the knight commander who had recently reached the rank of senior knight were followed by the reassuring shouts of his subordinates.
McLane’s troops were larger than expected, but this side’s troops were still superior.
Even after receiving the magic communication, I didn’t expect it to actually come, but when it actually appeared in front of my eyes, I was just dumbfounded.
‘Calian also became a senior knight. You are no longer the only knight-errant in the area, Padric McLane. I dare not know the topic.’
Soto Sylvan trembled with anger, but then his expression hardened as he thought of something.
“…In Ferretta? Is there any answer yet?”
“It’s quiet. I don’t think internal coordination has been achieved yet.”
“Lord. Even if Ferretta’s reinforcements come, it will take half a day. There’s no need to wait…”
“No, that’s not true. What if Ferretta comes after us after wiping out McLane?”
“yes?!”
“Isn’t it strange? McLane and silent Ferretta came running as if they were waiting for the declaration of war right after sending the protest message. Do you think this is normal?”
“…I guess not.”
“Yes. You guessed right, these bastards. These bastards!”
Of course, there was no evidence, but Soto Sylvan was confident in his guess.
Otherwise, the absurd attitude of the two families in this rapidly changing situation would not have been explained.
“How dare these scum… Ugh.”
It was the moment when he couldn’t hold back his anger and clenched his fists.
– Are you scared! Soto Sylvan! Keep your head down like a scared fox! I myself will cut off your head!
He made up his mind as he heard insulting shouts ringing outside the castle.
“Send a message to Bipros. After destroying McLane, we will pay tribute equal to half its value.”
“…yes?”
“I mean, somehow stop those scum from moving!”
“Oh, I understand!”
“And gather all the Templar soldiers! Completely destroy the McLane bastards! Before the Ferrettas come!”
“yes!”
Suddenly.
“How dare you stab me in the back like this? After you eat Macline, it’s your turn. Max Ferretta.”
Soto’s murderous gaze was no longer directed at the enemies outside the castle, but at his rival in the south.
* * *
“Wouldn’t it be better to rush into the castle after providing covering fire from the soldiers? If our knights are skilled…” ”
No, not yet. If Viscount Sylvan even runs away, it will be difficult. Wait.”
“Father, you are right. If the knights jump over the walls and engage in a melee, the castle will be destroyed. They will think their troops are superior. They will come out soon.”
“But there’s no response…”
“I know a little about Soto Sylvan, but he’s a guy who can’t stand insults. Please wait a moment.”
How could the Grand Duke, who grew up in the McLane estate his entire life, know about him?
Heinkel swallowed the words that welled up in his throat as he looked at the enemy troops who soon began to move busily.
After a while.
Coogung.
The gates opened and Sylvan troops began pouring out.
A hundred or so knights wearing armor with the symbol of crossed long swords in flames. More than 1,000 cavalry soldiers. And many more pikemen.
“It’s amazing that there are approximately 3,000 regular troops.”
“It’s within the expected range.”
“of course.”
Although the number of troops was almost 1.5 times that of McLane, no one in McLane’s leadership was nervous.
rather.
– McLane, who knows no shame….
“All troops! Charge!”
Before the enemy commander’s shout had even finished, red energy rose from Padric’s sword and he pointed forward without hesitation.
“Wow!”
“let’s go!”
“I’m in the lead!”
Then, McLane’s confident soldiers began to charge forward, driving their horses all at once.
“Such a ruthless…”
The subordinate got angry, but Callian instead just laughed.
“Look at the guys running. They’re all soldiers.”
For some reason, the McLane guys didn’t lead the knights, but rather ordinary soldiers without any symbols on their armor were running in front of the knights.
I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the guys rushing forward, spreading out in a row instead of sticking together.
I can’t believe the soldiers left the knights behind and charged in like that.
“What a ragtag group of people.”
“Yes. The equipment looks good. It looks like MacLine has definitely made a lot of money.”
“Shall I step on it?”
“of course!”
– The entire army charges!
Unlike the ragtag group of men, Sylvan’s army moved forward, maintaining a standard formation with the knights charging at the front and a thousand cavalry supporting them.
A standard formation means a formation that has been proven to be effective.
After the knights and cavalry break through the enemy’s center, the remaining enemies scattered horizontally can be easily cooked by the long spear soldiers.
The outcome of this battle seemed to be already clearly pictured in Calian’s mind.
However, the battle began to unfold in a completely different way than he expected.
“listen!”
As a grey-haired middle-aged mercenary shouted in the middle of the ragtag group(?) lined up in a row, McLane’s soldiers all lined up and raised their crossbows.
The moment the distance between the two armies narrowed to within 300m.
“Shoot!”
Bababababaak.
Shoo shoo shoo shoo.
The rain of death poured down like a storm upon the Sylvan forces.
Heehee!
“Ugh!”
“What the hell!”
“Gagging!”
Chang, Chang, Chang!
“It’s a fire arrow! Everyone unite!”
Calian shouted later, but by then the battle line had already collapsed.
Even the knights, some of whom had been caught off guard, were collapsing under the rain of arrows, so the cavalry that followed them had no choice but to be helplessly destroyed.
Heehee!
“Ugh!”
The troops fell and became entangled, and the Sylvan camp was instantly devastated.
“Speed up!”
Gritting their teeth, the knights who narrowed the gap in response to Calian’s shout ran while raising their force to the maximum.
At the head of the Sylvan knights, brimming with red energy, were the senior knights Calian and the Sylvan leaders who went out of their way to charge, even protecting their horses with force.
however.
‘kill. kill. kill.’
The moment when the Sylvan Knights, who were gnashing their teeth, faced McLane’s battle line.
“San dog!”
With the grey-haired mercenary’s shout, McLane’s cavalrymen scattered left and right to avoid the knights.
“Aim for soldiers, not knights!”
I gritted my teeth at those obnoxious words, but the Sylvan knights, including Callian, could not change their words.
Macline’s knights were coming out from the center of the enemy camp, digging into the places where the enemy’s cavalrymen were scattered to the left and right.
“If you have the courage, take it!”
With the red-haired giant’s confident shout, a force in the form of a red sword rose from the tip of his sword more than 2 meters high.
‘Force Blade!’
Before he could even remember what that meant, Calian instinctively abandoned his words and jumped to the side.
Ugh!
Sigh!
“Ugh!”
As the red blade, which was approaching 3 meters in length, swung left and right, the knights who had withstood the repeated crossbow fire were cut into two or three pieces by each sword and rolled around on the ground.
“very!”
With the screams of blue-faced Sylvan knights, about 70 knights passed by, completely splitting the 120 knights in two.
“Exterminate the enemy!”
With a shout from Padric McLane, McLane’s knights turned and jumped from their horses.
Immediately, without hesitation, he rushed towards the Sylvan knights, who were still more than half the number, and swung his sword.
Wow!
“Pfft!”
“These guys!”
“Get lost!”
Each swing of the sword contained powerful force and put pressure on the enemy.
There may have been some momentum going with the flow, but the power of the McLane knights was overwhelming the Sylvan knights.
“How can this be…”
Calian looked at the scene with a lost face in the middle of the battlefield.
Henderson, a knight of McLane known for his strength, was happily swinging his greatsword on the battlefield for the first time in a long time.
A power that I could not have dreamed of even half a year ago flooded my whole body.
When I was logging the monster forest, I had to deal with mid-level monsters on the side, but the experience of competing with knights was special.
His ability to beat two knights of the same level as his former self at the same time.
The exhilarating excitement gradually added strength to his greatsword.
A heightened sense of one’s own strength, which has clearly become stronger.
His sword, which seemed like it could cut down anyone, became more and more sophisticated.
And soon.
Sigh!
“Kwaaaaak!”
The moment the enemy screamed, Henderson suddenly felt that his force had increased by more than 30%.
And the fact that the stronger force can be used 30% more efficiently.
He had an intuition that this was a feeling he had only heard about from his seniors.
“Everyone come out!”
During the battle, Henderson, who had grown into an intermediate knight, roared fiercely and looked for his next target.
‘Hoo. Henderson too?’
Heinkel laughed as he watched several of his subordinates grow to the next level during battle.
‘Master’s training was not in vain.’
It didn’t feel like an urgent battle at all.
One of the Sylvan knights must have sensed that and gnashed his teeth and swung his sword at him.
“Let’s see how long you keep smiling!”
Quaaaang!
A movement on a completely different level from that of the average knights around him.
Five intermediate knights, who were probably leaders of the Sylvan Knights, surrounded Heinkel, but they were the ones who were pushed back.
“Profit. Being a senior knight!”
“Leader Calian wasn’t like this either…”
Heinkel smiled while listening to that despairing sigh.
After learning the Iron Blood Sword, he broke through the wall of intermediate level that had been blocked for a long time and reached advanced level, so around five intermediate level knights were not that difficult of an opponent.
rather.
‘Because intermediate level knights are rare.’
Since they were people who might come under his command, he even showed the composure to treat them gently so as not to hurt them too much.
At the same time, Heinkel looked around the battlefield to see if there were any dangerous allies.
The only thing that poses a threat is a senior knight.
Now that our team’s most powerful weapon was rushing towards the castle, I was planning to take care of it myself if I had to.
He soon saw the red-haired young man running like the wind towards the enemy’s senior knight, and turned his head with a smile.
‘I just need to capture these guys calmly.’
This war has been won.
A confident smile spread across Heinkel’s lips.
