133. Spring has magical powers
Andrew and Mac took up swords.
Meanwhile, Enri repeatedly pulled the short bow he had brought instead of the crossbow.
If you see an opening, shoot.
If he saw an enemy approaching unexpectedly or an enemy soldier lying on the ground, he would chop off their head with a hatchet.
Sigh!
He couldn’t split the head with one blow like Rem, but that didn’t mean his opponent’s head was intact.
A half-broken head, blood flowing from the cracks of the helmet, eyes filled with resentment or despair.
It was just like the animal he had killed.
Enri looked away while thinking about that.
On the battlefield, appreciation is a luxury.
Anyway, that was all Enri did.
Andrew and Mac did the rest.
Although they may not be as bad as those who are called crazy platoon members, these two also did not have it easy.
“You bastards, is Gray Dog funny!”
One of the enemies shouts. He was a soldier who killed several of our soldiers. Fierce eyes, blood flowing from the tip of the spear in his hand.
Andrew dealt with him.
The sum of five was enough. Block twice, draw twice, and then stab with one hand at once.
That stab seemed strangely similar to Encred.
At least it seemed that way in Enri’s eyes.
Mac also skilfully tore and cut down the enemy, and was faithful to his role of holding Andrew back from going any further.
“Until there.”
When Andrew heard Mac’s words, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Then he started hitting my chest with both hands.
“Whoa!”
What, why are you yelling all of a sudden?
He seemed to have learned something wrong from Rem.
“Everyone, attack! “This stuff isn’t even ripe, you bastards!”
What does this clumsy provocation, and more than anything, pounding my chest with my fist, mean?
Anyway, Andrew was excited and put up a good fight.
Enri looked at those two and the others behind him.
Blood dotted over the helmet.
Wow!
With shouts.
“Kill, kill!”
A desperate cry.
“Pfft, please.”
A murmur of longing for life.
In the middle of a battlefield where people die and die, Enri realized something.
‘So far.’
Some people cheered when they saw the crazy platoon.
Also, when someone was moved by watching Mad Squadron.
Enri saw and realized her limitations. He said he had come to this point.
“Whoa!”
The sword swung by Andrew, who was making something similar to a scream, cut through the air and split between the enemy soldier’s collarbone and neck.
Wow.
Pull out the half-sheathed sword.
“Kwaaaak!”
The enemy soldier’s screams followed the movement of the blade.
After realizing his limitations, Enri wanted to return to being a grassland hunter.
However, the grassland he was returning to became a battlefield.
Now, returning to the city and living as the husband of a widow at a flower shop wouldn’t be so bad.
She, that widow, that strong woman who lost her husband in the war and raised her child alone.
Enri missed the flower shop widow so much. To the point where I wanted to go back to the battlefield and all.
It would have been right to end the lives of Enri the Hunter and Enri the Soldier here.
“It’s sentimental.”
Enri muttered to herself as she watched the battlefield race towards its end.
The enemy commander was very quick on his feet. The judgment was also very quick.
So, since when did the commander’s flagpole and bodyguard disappear?
Most of the remaining troops surrendered.
Only a few rebelled.
The battlefield, the battle was coming to an end.
In between.
“Long live the madman!”
Cheers that I had never heard before were tearing through the air.
It was a cheer of victory.
* * *
Azpen’s commander was running away with no end in sight.
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‘Damn you bastards.’
Because he was a capable commander, he also knew how things were going.
Who turned the battlefield upside down?
Where did the wind of change begin to blow?
The guy with the axe and a few others.
Intelligence was needed. He had to tell them that there was one enemy soldier who smelled dangerous.
The pigeon has already been sent away.
As a commander with first-hand experience, I bear the ultimate responsibility… … .
“I thought it was a leak. “You bastards!”
My heart sank.
A sudden outburst of shouts, all troops armed with various weapons to block the rearguard. They appeared to be independent soldiers.
It wasn’t an ally. It definitely wasn’t.
The eagle symbol carved on my right shoulder clearly caught my eye.
“We didn’t have those, so we lost?”
The commander muttered self-deprecatingly. His bodyguards surrounded him without any water leaks.
That was the limit.
“Slayer bastards from the frontier.”
The enemy army is Naurilia’s proud fighting unit, the frontier slaughterers.
These are people who bypassed the battlefield and secretly ambushed here.
A group of soldiers who took a detour with the intention of stalking the enemy soldiers returning from the battlefield, reducing their numbers and lowering their morale.
Originally, the giant’s blow would have been meaningless if it had worked properly, but now it was a fatal blow.
The border guards were also embarrassed.
Originally, the plan was to attack the rear and sneakily touch the enemy’s rear.
This is something.
The enemy returned as a pack of wild dogs being chased.
It was not a moment to discuss the situation.
The garrison commander did his job.
After confirming that Azpen’s rear was empty, they switched their strategy to an ambush instead of overturning the rear positions.
If the enemy did not come, I was planning to return to the main army.
It’s time to come.
“Screw everything.”
The death sentence fell from the mouth of the frontier guard.
The enemy commander and escort troops resisted, but the result did not change.
“retreat! retreat!”
The commander shouted and rushed in directly. It’s a very impressive scene.
If I cry out for retreat and attack instead of running away, doesn’t that mean I want to save at least one more soldier under my command?
I had to be polite.
The border guard commander came forward in person.
Cry! Cry! Cry!
The thing in his hand was a flail, and the pendulum hanging from the end rotated, causing the chain to cry.
“I’ll send you Koi.”
The captain did as he was told.
The fight was short. One side originally became the commander of a group by force.
Because the other one specialized in making heads turn.
Hung.
The iron weight attached to the end of the flail falls in an irregular trajectory.
puck!
Commander Azpen’s head was broken, blood and brain fluid splattered.
That was the end.
“Ugh!”
It didn’t take long to deal with the remaining fleeing soldiers.
Jump!
The battle ends with the ax being driven into the head of the last enemy soldier.
Should I say that it is a battlefield worthy of the title of a frontier slayer?
Leaving the scene of massacre behind, the garrison commander opened his mouth.
“Hoegun.”
The frontier guards returned home after telling them to measure their feet.
The intention was to force some of the enemy’s troops to retreat or cut off the supply route, not to break the commander’s head.
How did the battlefield become like this?
A mixture of curiosity, curiosity, and anticipation made his feet move.
And what they finally saw there.
This is an ally who cheers in victory.
The victory on the battlefield was clear to anyone who looked at the evidence of an overwhelming push.
And I could tell without asking who was at the center.
Each and every one of them, they broke the blades prepared by the enemy on each battlefield.
And the man who leads them.
The unit led by that man.
The name of the group bursts out amidst cheers.
“Crazy sodaaeae!”
“mi! tooth! shed! this!”
“You crazy bastard!”
Battalion Commander Marcus did not stop the cheering.
No, it clearly revealed who the valedictorian of this battlefield was. He made a platoon of madmen call out through a messenger.
Between cheers and cheers.
Encred and the madman platoon were there.
A round circle created by our allies.
Torres saw them too, and thought as he looked at Encred’s face.
‘It’s a gathering of crazy people, right?’
Where is the summit over there?
And although no one will admit it.
I experienced it firsthand.
Encred was also crazy.
There are many reasons, but let me pick one biggest reason.
‘Living like that among those crazy bastards.’
Isn’t this proof that he is crazy?
Moreover, they look very good together.
* * *
The fairy company commander muttered as he watched the cheers and the flow of the battlefield.
“Spring has magic.”
Spring, the season of gentle winds, has returned.
The battle that started early in the morning ended around noon.
As the sun passed overhead, a warm wind blew.
It’s spring.
Like a flower born in winter and rising in spring.
The warm breeze that comes after a cool breeze always has magical power.
In front of the magic of spring that announces a new beginning.
The man with that magic power in his entire body stood tall, listening to everyone’s cheers.
The fairy company commander’s gaze followed the man clad in the magic of spring.
Encred.
The face of the man leading the madman platoon caught her eye.
* * *
Encred enjoyed the cheers of the battlefield.
‘not bad.’
People calling out their names.
Also looking for a platoon of crazy people.
I know it myself. Who changed the flow of this battlefield?
This is what my platoon member did.
Rem killed the giant.
Auddin broke the enemy’s formation.
Saxony must have done something too. I haven’t asked or heard anything yet, but I’m sure it will happen.
In addition, he and Ragna also cut and cut down those who appeared on the right side of the battlefield.
Ten mercenaries who used flesh swords as weapons.
These are the people who, if left alone, would cut and kill their allies.
‘Good job.’
not bad. So, it would be okay to enjoy this kind of cheering.
“Good?”
Rem said, giggling next to her.
“huh.”
Encred was honest as always.
“Anyway, I’m a very easy person.”
Rem grunted instead of trying to tease him.
But why is it so easy to admit it?
Some people returned just in time.
“This person has returned under Andrew.”
No matter how much Rem beats him up.
Even if Auddin threatens with soft words.
Andrew is proud to be the squad leader of the madman platoon.
Just by looking at the blood splattered on their helmets, you can tell that they fought quite roughly.
Encred nodded.
“Did you cut off the commander’s head somewhere? Or even a giant’s balls?”
Unable to make fun of his platoon leader, Lem changed his target to Andrew.
“I think I cut down two hundred giants with my own hands instead of one?”
It’s a bluff. No matter who hears it, it is bravado.
It wasn’t bad to hear because both Andrew who said it and everyone who heard it knew it.
For some reason, the atmosphere in the platoon was soft.
“Damn it.”
Rem also finished laughing.
Ragna was also calm, as if something that had boiled over had been resolved. As usual, it is loose and sagging somewhere.
Above all, Saxony also smiled.
It’s Audin, there was nothing to say.
He is a great man who looks like a paladin called by God when the halo shines behind his back.
He looked around softly.
Even though he was holding a club that had turned dark red, the atmosphere was calm.
Kreis thought as he watched everyone from one side.
‘How did this result come about?’
It was one of Kreis’ habits to guess the cause by looking at the results.
‘Is it starting from that sparring?’
One person who notices is Kreis, who prides himself on being the best in the platoon.
He sensed a strange atmosphere from the sparring that began after Encred returned.
Rem, Ragnar, Saxony, and Audin.
The atmosphere of the four main forces of the armed forces has changed.
Feeling better? To put it simply, that’s okay.
If I dug a little deeper, it felt like something had been resolved.
Dalian all at once? Is this the same sparring you usually do every day?
‘No.’
I saw the platoon leader fighting a proc.
Afterwards, I also saw a platoon leader biting off an enemy commander’s ear.
Whether that skill is a Valenic mercenary sword or another skill.
That wasn’t important.
Kreis watched my platoon leader for quite some time.
It was the same for everyone else.
‘growth.’
That’s also rapid growth.
Even though I knew that I would never be able to rise to the same level as them in the end.
Because I knew the platoon leader was struggling and never gave up, I helped him.
I wanted him to stand up, walk, and run.
But everyone in the platoon knew. There was no way I didn’t know. They have seen countless people who cannot overcome the limits of their talent.
No matter what Encred did, it was ultimately impossible for him to stand by their side.
But what about now?
“Thank you all for your hard work.”
Encred opens his mouth in front of all the platoon members.
Kreis, looking at his back, was in tears.
It’s the same as any other platoon leader.
He is different from the usual platoon leader.
Afternoon sunlight, warm wind, the smell of battlefield, rusty metal and blood, the scent of death.
Everything came together and then fell apart.
Kreis admitted he was on something.
Just looking at Encred made me feel like I was under a charm spell.
It should be said to be the magic power of spring.
Like a saying that comes down to the continent.
They say spring has magic.
In this way, the gaze of all platoon members toward Encred became similar.
No, it wasn’t just them.
The gaze of Battalion Commander Marcus, who had been watching from one side and approached, was similar.
“Shout out cheers.”
The battalion commander walked over and opened his mouth.
Marcus smiled and said to Encred, who turned his head.
“Cheers to the greatest warrior on the battlefield.”
Between short, loud cheers and shouts calling for a platoon of crazy people.
A single word from the battalion commander spreads widely.
A cheer broke out that shattered the spring sky.
Wow!
It was the joy of victory, the cry of those intoxicated with the magic of spring.
It was the joy brought by victory on the battlefield.
In the end, it was a cheer for those who achieved victory.
Encred quietly enjoyed the cheers.
not bad. It really wasn’t bad.
fantasy,
