I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy Chapter 80

EP.80

When the order was given, the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd battalions shouted loudly as if they had been waiting desperately for this moment.

“I’ve been waiting for this order to come down! “Kill them all!”

“Don’t be sparing with your arrows and shoot hard! “It’s an arrow, just pull it out of their corpse and use it again!”

“Repay me generously. “Kill the barbarians and make them good.”

We were able to protect ourselves to some extent from the arrows they fired with our shields and armor, so there wouldn’t have been many casualties on our side.

However, on the side, the archers were fluttering and shooting arrows from a distance that seemed almost out of reach, like flies swooping.

Not long ago, I felt bad about not being able to eat a lot of meat and have a drink together, so I promised to trample on all the barbarians and eat meat and drink to my heart’s content. I saw a comrade in arms dying right next to me.

I would have been so nervous and anxious that it would have been difficult to stay sane.

Therefore, the unique sounds made by crossbowmen shooting arrows and wizards casting magic when attacking enemies were repeated at a faster rate than usual.

“You pigs living in the castle, you are all dead!”

“The Khan will not forgive you!”

“Gaak …”

The limited view of the battalion, which was fighting on both sides, could not see how many enemy archers were killed.

My guess is that the damage suffered by the weak-willed archers would have been greater than the damage suffered by our allies who had some degree of defense against arrows by wearing hard armor.

Moreover, the number of archers was at most 400, and the total of wizards and crossbowmen stationed on both sides of our regiment was 600.

Now that many of the barbarian archers have died and their numbers have decreased, their combat power has been greatly weakened.

“Order the knights to pretend to chase the left wing archers and go behind the front center army. Also, tell them never to think about chasing the archers. “Because there is no way a knight can catch up with a barbarian cavalry unless we ride the legendary Pegasus.”

The reason I emphasized this is simple.

The reason why the European knights were so helplessly defeated by the Mongol cavalry was because they thought of them as cavalrymen like themselves.

This is because he was as big as a professional wrestler, riding a horse that couldn’t run fast or long, and chased them like an idiot.

If Werner, the commander of the knight battalion, made such a mistake, we would be unable to tie up the enemy’s central army and defeat it.

As a result, our regiment cannot avoid being massacred here.

About five minutes after giving the order, we could see the 24th Regiment Knight Battalion raising dust from the left wing of our unit toward the enemy.

At the same time, I could guess with my own eyes that the distance between the central army and our infantry had become close enough that arrows could touch them.

“Everyone in the regiment should hold their long spears at a 45-degree angle! Cover your face with your left arm!”

“Among the bastards wearing armor, those who died from arrows died while not covering their faces! Don’t worry if you can’t see! Just hang in there!”

“Just look at the guy in front of you! “I can’t even reach the window anyway!”

Non-commissioned officers and officers brandished their swords and told the soldiers to cover their faces.

We are now in a situation where the enemy is hitting us with arrows from the front, left and right, in a ‘⌜⌝’ pattern.

In order to win against them, we had no choice but to adopt this tactic, but when we were surrounded by enemy forces from three directions.

The soldiers and officers, including me, felt more fear than we could have ever imagined.

“Arrows are flying! Everyone cover your faces and bow down!”

“Ahh!”

Then, the sound of an ally dying, which had only been heard from both sides until a moment ago, began to be heard from the front, left and right.

The face of the guy standing next to me, who had been fighting in the advancing north for about two years and had a decent amount of combat experience at the level of a non-commissioned officer in a rear unit, was full of fear.

Perhaps, if the unit I was commanding was not the 24th Regiment of the Northern Army, but an army made up of soldiers I commanded during the Rhineland era.

When the situation got to this point, there would have been a lot of idiots who would break down in fear and try to desert.

By now, the unit would have been in chaos with the shouts of officers shouting to hold on to those dying from arrows and the shouts of non-commissioned officers killing soldiers who tried to desert with spears or swords.

But this was not the only crisis.

“Regimental commander, regimental commander! They… they started to retreat. “The enemy troops in the center are retreating back little by little as they mobilize archers and shoot arrows.”

It’s a very dangerous situation, but if you want to catch barbarian wolf cubs, you have to risk your life to enter the wolf den.

Now I have to keep moving forward with the momentum of walking into the jaws of those guys myself.

The moment you get scared and stop moving or turn your back, as if saying, “I want to go back,” the 24th Regiment will be annihilated.

If we hadn’t come here expecting this situation, it would have been such a terrible situation that we wouldn’t have known what to do.

The predicted situation is unfolding just as we expected, and we have even prepared countermeasures, so if we just keep pushing forward like this, isn’t our victory guaranteed?

“This is a situation that the commander of this regiment had already predicted. If we hold out just a little longer, the enemy’s central army will be defeated without mercy. So, let’s hold on quietly and move forward.”

After saying that, I looked ahead and saw a guy wearing shabby clothes that only real serfs wear, and holding a farming tool like a pitchfork.

Even though we are being bombarded with arrows, we can see some idiots trying to desert out of fear of us moving towards them in an unwavering formation as heavy as Mount Tai.

Although the opposing infantrymen are barbarians who have lived in the harsh, wild north, they cannot help but tremble in fear when they see us approaching in silence, unwavering, despite being showered with hundreds or thousands of arrows.

No matter how much they lived in the wild, they would only face wild beasts like bears, and bears would sometimes fight against humans with spears or fire.

If dozens of arrows were fired, there wouldn’t have been a crazy beast rushing through them to kill a human.

Also, they die with just one arrow, but aren’t we moving forward without dying even though we rain down arrows on them?

Humans tend to feel great fear when they meet someone who is more capable than them or when they are put in a situation that they cannot understand with their own reason, so that is quite possible.

“The infantrymen who should be sucking their mother’s breasts are so afraid of our 24th Regiment that they are trying to run away. Also, although we have already been hit by thousands of arrows, our side, which is wearing strong armor, does not have many casualties. They look scary, but in reality they are not scary at all. They are like lions. Deliver this to all units.”

When I gave an order, the officers of each unit interpreted and delivered my order in their own way.

“The regimental commander said that the barbarian infantrymen are urinating and trying to escape!”

“Are we going to be scared to this extent because of those children who are not as good as dogs? “I believe there will be no soldiers pecking here.”

“The scariest thing is the arrows they shoot, and not many babies have died from being hit by those! Rather, if you turn your back and run away, everyone will be left behind.”

There was a difference in that those who spoke politely and gravely were officers with noble backgrounds who had graduated from the academy, while those who had graduated from the executive academy were mixed with harsh swear words.

Did all those words give the soldiers some courage?

“Long live the Reich Empire, long live the 24th regiment, long live the regiment commander!”

“Let’s take revenge by killing the barbarians. “Here we go you dirty bastards!”

“Let’s avenge our dead comrade!”

All the soldiers were shouting loudly, and in any case, our speed, chasing them forward, was faster than the speed of the enemy infantry, which retreated on foot.

Although we are not yet close enough for our spear blades to touch each other.

The facial expressions and current state of morale of the enemy infantry, who had received no military training, were clearly visible.

I also see a guy who is so overcome by the fear of death that he turns completely white and squeaks out all his tears and snot.

Behind them, men who appear to be acting as non-commissioned officers or officers are threatening them with knives and weapons.

You’re probably saying this.

‘You guys have two options. Either you die fighting the enemy here, or you die by my sword while running away. In the former case, compensation will be returned to the family, but the cowardly bastard will be cut by me here and his family will be turned into slaves!’

And now it’s time for Knight Battalion Commander Werner to hit the soft back of the enemy’s central army.

“Dedicate the crossbowmen and wizards of Marco’s battalion to the front line to support my direct battalion, and the remaining crossbowmen and wizards to rear support. The enemy cavalry will soon target the rear.”

As soon as those words were spoken, I saw a fireball shooting into the sky, clearly visible from my position, behind the enemy’s central army.

And the meaning of that signal is that

the knights led by Werner succeeded in charging and went in to attack the enemy’s rear.

Victory is now assured.

A word from the author (author review)

Thank you, zakuti.

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