203. Between the Summer God’s Mischief
After putting on the clothes of those who entered the castle gate.
Encred walked straight outside.
“Hey, where are you going!”
The soldier who was helping lead the residents from the castle wall shouted. En Creed lifted his old, wide-brimmed hat over his head. Then he saw and encountered the soldier who had called him.
Blue and vivid eyes, even the bridge of the nose and lips visible beneath them. It wasn’t difficult to find out who it was.
“walk.”
“Captain Encred?”
Recently, there were few people in the city who did not know Encred’s face.
“Shh.”
Encred signaled to be quiet by putting his index finger in front of his nose and then went out.
Kreis was left behind. Because that bastard is useless in an all-out battle.
As I headed towards the station, unlike the crowd of residents, I was bound to stand out.
I felt like a fish swimming up the river.
I didn’t care.
What does it matter if our allies see it?
The important thing is what the enemy cannot see. It is not yet within the enemy’s reconnaissance visual range. So, it’s perfect to go out and hide.
“let’s go.”
Encred spoke and started running.
“ambush?”
Finn on the side asked.
“huh.”
Finn didn’t say anything. He didn’t even question the meaning of an ambush with less than ten people.
She knew too.
Because I felt a lot while hanging out with Audin sometimes.
The Mad Company was all monsters.
That included Encred.
* * *
As Marcus was stroking his beard on the gallery above the castle wall, the adjutant who had come with him from the kingdom asked:
“Are you going to be okay?”
It’s not that I doubt Encred’s power. I believe in him. However, it is also true that it appears to be at risk regardless of faith. Regardless of belief, it seemed that way on the outside.
So, didn’t you come up with a workaround?
“I don’t know. me too.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
The adjutant could not read any worry or concern on Marcus’s face. That was just so amazing.
He had never known Marcus to be someone who spoke so passionately, and he had never known someone who could laugh so well.
‘No, how many times have you seen it?’
When he found a tea leaf he liked, went to the tea leaf auction, and won it, he would smile like that.
It’s the smile you see when you find something truly precious and all that’s left to do is enjoy it.
“I don’t know, but it will be fun.”
I am not a person who views the battlefield for fun. Still, saying this means there is a reason.
The adjutant knew that Marcus’s expectations for company commander Encred were unusual.
It seemed like he was just enjoying it, not at the level he expected.
“The troops without a coat of arms would be the Viscounts of Bantra. “Count Molsen may have sent someone.”
said the adjutant.
Molsen is also known as a talent collector. There were many highly skilled people under his command.
Marcus also expected this. The sentence was covered up, probably because I couldn’t help it out loud.
Count Molsen also wanted to cut off a piece of Border Guard meat and eat it.
It’s a pain in the ass, and even the big Seungnyang got involved in the problem.
Besides, if you’re Molsen, you’re a sneaky bastard who doesn’t know what he’ll do.
Marcus didn’t dwell on things that were out of his reach. He couldn’t ask for help from the center anyway, and if this was a gamble, it was natural to bet everything on the only hand he trusted.
In fact, if you didn’t even think it was gambling, you said everything.
“But why doesn’t the independent company commander come up?”
Marcus asked. When all the commanders gathered on the gallery, Encred was the only one left.
“excuse me.”
As soon as Marcus asked, the bright-eyed fairy company commander raised his finger and said.
Under the walls, residents from outside were coming in to engage in farming or other auxiliary work. And I saw people flowing counter to the flow.
No matter how much he hid himself, it was difficult to hide Audin’s size.
Of course, the fairy company commander recognized Encred.
“I’m on my way out.”
No orders have been given yet. Marcus simply gave permission.
“… … her.”
Marcus let out a small exclamation. Because I had a rough idea of what he was going to do.
And if that worked, the enemy’s mind would have been very complicated from the start.
All I could do was smile.
* * *
The commander of Martai was named Olf.
He wanted to call himself a general, and he was capable of that. In addition to his personal military power, he also accumulated achievements as a commander.
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All of his adjutants also called him general.
The mayor of Border Guard was nicknamed the battalion commander, and the mayor of Martai was nicknamed the general.
Well, they can call themselves whatever they want, it doesn’t matter.
“General, I’m ready.”
“What about mangonel?”
“There are eight in total. “Moon, no problem.”
The mangonel is a catapult that fires stones with six men attached.
It had the advantage of being portable and requiring no installation.
Although its power was weaker than that of the Triviewet, it was easier to operate.
Because it had wheels, it could be considered a mobile siege gun.
TriviewSet is a tool that needs to be installed separately.
Olf thought that eight mangonels were more than enough.
There are also troops without emblems who came as support.
The commander of the force approached.
“I don’t think there’s a need to drag it out for a long time?”
I don’t know the other person’s name or face. He was a young man with brown eyes and a messy mustache.
He seemed to be over 30 at most.
Although the other person was polite, he did not seem to respect Olf himself.
Anyway, he must have come here because he is a trustworthy guy.
Olf didn’t care.
He was one of the commanders of the Viscount Bantra army. He didn’t seem interested in conducting, but it was none of his business.
Rather than worrying about these things, it is more beneficial to look at the battlefield right now.
It’s better to figure out the opponent’s strength while you’re thinking about random things.
Olf cared about those who had been active in previous battlefields.
Fortunately, Viscount Bantra had two commanders.
Fortunately, the other guy was able to communicate.
In fact, all troop control was done by this commander.
The second commander had spoken.
“Encred? Oh, that guy? It’s half bravado. He went around talking about ridiculous feats. “If I meet you on the battlefield, I plan to pierce your throat.”
The pointed esterk hanging from his waist gave strength to those words.
Olf also nodded.
After all, aren’t they the ones fighting together?
However, these guys have something unique about them.
The first commander with a bored expression just follows along and often tells them to hurry up.
‘Whatever.’
This battlefield was destined to be won, and the protagonist was himself.
We will devour the Border Guard and use this area as a new bridgehead in the east.
A grand dream flew through the sky.
About that time, rain began to fall.
It’s rain falling from a clear sky.
It was a summer god’s joke.
Olf was on horseback behind the battlefield.
A few houses could be seen outside the border guard wall in front.
There was no sign of popularity in the houses that residents had left empty.
The mangonel catapult moved along a well-paved path. Of course, it was an open road between houses.
It was reassuring to see the catapults line up between houses.
It was time to go diligently before the thin, pattering rain made the floor muddy.
“Hurry.”
At Olf’s command, the group of soldiers quickened their pace.
* * *
It refers to the mischief of the summer god, rain falling from a clear sky.
It was a kind of superstition.
Because there is no god that symbolizes each season.
Well, it was called differently in each region.
In the West, they say it was some kind of shaman’s mistake.
I once heard Rem say that after seeing rain like this.
Encred wasn’t very nervous.
I thought I was just doing what I had to do.
However, I had no intention of doing it in moderation.
‘Is the summer god helping me?’
As it happened to rain, visibility became a little more uncomfortable.
These are good conditions for those in hiding.
It wasn’t difficult to predict the opponent’s path.
It’s thanks to the experience I’ve had so far. I thought that if there was a catapult, of course it would pass between houses on a well-paved road.
The prediction was correct. Because things with wheels need a well-paved road to travel.
Kurrrr.
Soon the sound of wheels rolling was heard.
Open the door of the house made of dirt and wood and hide behind it.
Audin couldn’t hide that much so he stayed inside the house.
Behind the door of the house on the other side, Rem, Ragnar, and Dunbakel.
On this side are Encrid, Saxony, and Audin.
The pin was further back.
‘Just break the catapult and escape.’
Encred made use of his previous experience. He doesn’t necessarily need to burn everything down in one battle.
It was a matter of slowly gnawing away at it.
It was not a strategy based on strategy or tactics.
I just applied what I learned from the battle with the gnolls, and it seemed plausible.
“It’s okay.”
Kreis also nodded.
Well then, that’s it.
Encred was hiding behind the door and saw Mangonel passing by.
“f*ck, it’s raining like hell.”
The enemy soldier was pushing the mangonel in frustration and made eye contact with Encred, who opened his mouth in a calm tone.
“Auddin, destroy it.”
The soldier’s eyes widened. The surprised guy opens his mouth.
Swish, swish!
The knife flew out of Saxony’s hand and stuck in the guy’s forehead.
The guy who got hit on the forehead with a knife hit his back against the catapult and fell down. It was like seeing an old wooden doll, with its limbs flaccid and falling to the ground.
“It’s an attack!”
There were more than ten people pulling the catapult. I couldn’t stop everyone.
Encred also ran out. He stepped on the ground, pulled out his sword, and made three dots.
Poke diagonally to the left, stab and pull out as if cutting, then once more to the front, and finally prick diagonally to the right!
Three stabs resulted in three casualties.
“Knock!”
“Bwak!”
“Ouch!”
Three screams erupted at the same time. The first one hit him and made a hole in his mouth.
The second pierced his throat, and the third pierced his leather armor with all his strength, puncturing his heart.
It was a skill and skill that mixed delicacy and power.
In between them, Audin jumped out. As it came crashing down and breaking the wall, the enemy soldiers were even more surprised.
“Wow!”
“what!”
“… … “Knock!”
There are various sounds of surprise.
Auddin stood next to the catapult, grabbed it with his left hand, and then stretched out his right fist.
Encred knew that the movements were also mixed with Balaf style martial arts techniques.
Push your left foot forward and add rotation of your ankles, knees, and waist. The fist that moves forward is like a cannonball.
Boom!
Amidst the summer god’s pranks, there was a burst of drinking fueled by fist strikes.
Raindrops bounced in all directions.
Quack!
Mangonel is not a delicate catapult. It is a weapon whose strength is its ruggedness. That doesn’t mean that stops, triggers, and wheels aren’t important.
Weapons with a structure also had clear weaknesses.
Of course, Audin didn’t care about that.
I smashed and split the thick wooden barrel, which had been used to support the structural strength, with my fist, and the broken pieces of wood scattered in the rain.
I destroyed the catapult with a few punches.
It’s more than just strength.
Would an ogre or a giant, the monster of monsters, do something like this?
Even Frog wouldn’t be able to do something like this easily.
“Bless your humble servant!”
You can say something like that while destroying a siege weapon with your bare fists.
Encred was once again amazed at his faithfulness.
A similar thing was happening on the other side.
In that case, Rem played the role of Auddin.
His ax smashed the mangonel’s basket and cut off the solid string that served as the trigger.
Ragna walked leisurely, slicing, slashing, and stabbing the approaching enemy soldiers.
“Everyone line up! “Don’t attack me carelessly!”
Then the commander who was between the catapults shouted.
We lost the two weapons in front, but we can’t afford to suffer like this.
The intention was to push back and unite to attack.
The commander thought so and tried to open his mouth.
“Krreougeo?”
However, regardless of his thoughts, the meaning he had in his heart was never expressed in words.
Encred saw a shadow suddenly rising from behind the commander.
It was Saxony. He slit his throat from behind with a dagger, threw the dead commander’s body, and then stabbed and killed a soldier near the siege engine at the back.
Dodge and stab. The number of casualties increased due to simple actions.
Instead of dealing with the enemy soldiers, Auddin only destroyed their weapons.
bang! bang!
Exciting sounds erupted one after another.
It was natural that all eyes were on Auddin, and as soon as I took my eyes off him for a moment, Saxony disappeared.
just.
“Knock!”
“Get back, get back!”
All that remained was the shadow of a knife cutting on the necks of those who cried out. With the combination of instantaneous acceleration and the dagger, Saxony selected and killed those trying to recover the soldiers.
Encred swung his sword, thinking it was a scene he had seen often.
There were many enemy troops in front of him.
Dunvakel only dealt with enemies that stood by Ragnar’s side.
Finn was in the house behind, keeping the distance from the beginning.
From the beginning, rather than directly participating in the battle, his role was to monitor the entire situation from behind the scenes.
Of course, it was Encred’s order.
It rushes forward. It wasn’t that difficult to destroy the eight weapons that were lined up.
There was a soldier approaching to stop Auddin. He grabbed the approaching soldier with incredible strength, threw him, and rushed forward.
thud!
He hit the weapon with his shoulder and knocked it to the side.
I wonder if that makes sense, but since it happened right in front of my eyes, it’s just absurd.
It took only about ten minutes to destroy all eight weapons.
The summer god’s jokes are inherently short.
During that brief prank, Martai lost eight siege engines.
Beep!
Finn played his flute at the ready. The enemy main force was seen moving slowly. At the signal from the bright-eyed ranger, Encred stepped back.
Of course, others were also there.
Dunbakhel was the first to run. Everyone retreated as they saw the running beast.
It was before the battle even started, before there was even talk about surrendering in front of the castle wall.
Martai lost his siege engines, and the Border Guard soldiers, whose shoulders had been stiffened by the enemy forces, found some relief.
Encred turned and ran. If we just leave it like this, it’s over. It could be called a successful operation.
However, Encred suddenly stopped while running.
“What are you doing?”
Rem noticed and said. Instead of answering, En Creed turned his body completely.
Behind, I saw troops standing still.
The one who hasn’t figured out the situation yet, the one who looks in this direction vaguely, the one who shouts that we have to chase him, the one with his eyes wide open, and the one who fell to the floor with blank eyes.
What made them like that?
What made them stop?
Something hot rises from my lower abdomen to my throat.
“Aren’t you going?”
Finn raised his voice. Everyone looked at their captain’s back. I was wondering what that person was doing.
What can I say, Encred just wanted to do that.
I wanted to spit out something hot.
“My name is Encred.”
I stopped and said my name.
“If you step back now, you can live.”
He calmly raised his voice.
It wasn’t a scream or a yell. It’s an appropriate sound. Nevertheless, it spread widely, deeply, and greatly.
The eyes of the enemies in the battle line are focused on Encred. There are dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes. Encred accepted that gaze.
It was curiosity.
It is a bold spirit that has suddenly soared.
That’s why I say it.
Declaration of war and warning, put your name in it.
Everyone’s eyes gathered. For this unprecedented and enterprising act.
“Are you crazy?”
Rem said this, but it also gave the watching troops an even more thrilling experience.
Wow!
It was natural that the cheers grew louder.
A deployment that stops with over a thousand enemy soldiers.
The spirit of shouting in front of them.
It was like seeing the main character of the story.
“Come to your senses. “Did you take the medicine?”
And then Rem continued to speak out from behind.
fantasy,
