Academy Genius Commander

325 – Battle of Brito Plain (3)

While the Reich Empire’s infantry was reorganizing its formation, the Venetian Alliance’s vanguard unit continued to approach them without slowing down. Went.

Step by step, each time the distance between each other narrowed, both sides heard the sound of someone shouting from somewhere near or next to them.

“Ugh, sh*t.”

Hearing the sound of a dying soldier who was someone’s husband, someone’s child, and someone’s father, both mercenaries and imperial soldiers could keenly feel that this was a battlefield where life and death were the difference.

The weapon he was holding naturally gained more strength, and cold sweat ran down his face and entire body, but no one spoke about what they were feeling.

This is because we know that if we utter a single word of fear, the fear hidden inside everyone will be revealed.

“Black brothers, who are we? Aren’t we warriors renowned for our bravery? Let’s show off our skills and return home with fame and money!”

“Peter Yeager may be a bit strong, but the soldiers he leads are nothing more than a flock of sheep!”

“Don’t be scared by idiots who have never played a real battle!”

The mercenary commanders who served as platoon and company commanders in the vanguard unit drew their swords and randomly spouted out words of encouragement.

Surprisingly, no one among the mercenaries, unless they were new, paid attention to the criticism of the Reich Empire soldiers.

First of all, according to their common sense, it is normal for soldiers who have not fought in actual combat to be scared and clumsy in some way, making them look like a ragtag group.

The Reich Empire soldiers in front of me did not have the characteristic fierceness that only warriors who had killed people could have, but their every movement was unified as if giving them an intimidating feeling.

This is because the guys who had to shake the spears they had caught were preparing to fight against them with a restrained attitude.

The veteran mercenaries who saw this muttered as they marched towards the enemy.

“Peter Yeager, that damn guy is using some kind of magic to make new recruits usable by introducing formal training or something. “Is that that f*cking magic?”

“f*ck, if I come back alive, I’m going to grab the captain and make a fuss about introducing that too. “These days, kids only hold spears, and when they enter the battlefield, they fight hard and lose their lives…”

“No matter what, wouldn’t it be better than you who shouted ‘Save my mom!’ In the first battle?”

The words spoken in a muttered manner clearly revealed the anxiety felt by everyone from the captain of the Venetian Allied Forces to the rank and file.

In no time, the distance between the Reich Imperial Army and the vanguard of the Venetian Allied Forces had been reduced to only about 20 meters.

The mercenary captains hired by the Venetian Allied Forces thought this to themselves.

‘f*ck you, you bastard Duke Veneta! You said that the Reich Empire hasn’t been at war for the past five years, so those going to war this time are all new recruits and weaklings. But look at me. Even after seeing it with your own two eyes, can you say that they are a ragtag bunch? ‘You Duke, you scammed us.’

As Duke Veneta said, the new recruits and junior officers of the Reich Empire had never fought in a war, so what he said was not a lie.

In other words, the duke had no reason to increase the salary given that he was less dangerous because he was fighting with a new soldier, even if he died and woke up.

‘In the end, our kids won’t get much money and will end up falling behind. Duke, you damn bastard, you’re going to get dementia and just poop on the walls until you’re 140.’

I gave this command while pouring out these curses in my heart.

“Stop!”

“Stop for a moment and re-form formation! Square! “In the 1st and 2nd rows, there will be veteran mercenaries and double mercenaries (veterans who receive twice the salary compared to new recruits), and from the 3rd row onwards, mix new recruits with veterans!”

“If you lose in the early game, are you going to lose everything? Do you understand, you f*cking bastards?”

Although the mercenaries are ignorant because they have not learned much, they are not unprepared enough to leisurely reorganize their formation right in front of the enemy lines.

This was an order given because they had not received training to maintain the same formation and move in an orderly manner, so the formation may have loosened slightly during the march of a few hundred meters.

In the meantime, the commanders of the Reich Empire ordered to somehow reduce the number of mercenaries.

“Arrow! Shoot arrows! “While they are leisurely preparing their formations, kill at least one more guy!”

“Wizards, don’t worry about mana depletion and just blow away! “If you kill one of those bastards, you live one more ally!”

“Be generous with your arrows and magic.”

The Empire’s attempt to somehow reduce the enemy forces in the last long-distance shooting battle before full-scale close combat was successful to some extent.

After quickly reorganizing, the mercenaries began charging recklessly to make money, and the imperial infantry unit commanders who saw this shouted loudly to raise the soldiers’ morale.

“Those guys are bastards who just want to go home if they get money. So, if we get the initial momentum right, they’ll drop their tail and run away, so even if it’s a little difficult, just do your best to push them through the first time!”

“The one who commands us is Captain Jaeger. “I will never lose, so all I can think about is stabbing and killing the people I see in front of me.”

“Don’t think about the glory and honor of the Reich Empire. Fight on command, kill on command. Then the opportunity to make a profit will come. Risk your life for the comfortable life of your wife, children, and parents.”

The imperial soldiers closed their mouths and prepared to kill the enemy by aiming their spears at the enemy’s neck as trained, and the mercenaries’ long spears were also pointed at them.

As the iron skewer that could kill him approached, he felt his body stiffen in fear, but was it perhaps because of Captain Peter Jaeger’s harsh training that made him wonder if he would die like this?

Before they knew it, their eyes were staring straight at the enemy’s spear blade and pole, and they were moving their hands and arms to remove the spear.

Even if your heart breaks when a comrade who went out to fight falls and dies, the legs and feet attached to your body have already walked forward to fill the empty space of the dead comrade.

To put a bit of exaggeration, the imperial army fought very well, not losing ground, even when compared to the veterans who stood at the forefront of the mercenaries and those who fought on the front lines for as little as 3 years to as long as 20 years.

Of course, the number of deaths at the beginning of the battle was higher for the Imperial Army.

What was important now was that soldiers who had no experience killing people in actual combat were not noticeably pushed back by those who had experience cutting down dozens of enemies.

The mercenary leaders who saw the scene in person were shocked.

“…… f*ck, Peter Yeager, is that bastard a monster? In order to reduce the number of casualties, they left the new recruits in the back and put a group of cutthroat bastards in front to push through with force in the beginning. “Is this not working?”

“The further back you go, the weaker you will become. How the f*ck are you doing this?”

“I can’t do that. “f*ck, I need to go a little further forward and take command myself!”

Some people had a premonition that something was going to happen just by looking at them and began to take command, but the number of skilled mercenaries in the first and second lines being killed or injured did not decrease.

As veterans began to gradually disappear, the momentum of the Reich Imperial Army slowly began to rise.

The imperial soldiers, with their hands and feet in perfect contact, began to push forward with increasing speed towards the mercenaries, and the mercenaries finally began to be pushed back little by little.

“The skilled soldiers who are difficult to deal with are now behind us! “Push forward!”

“We must break through the enemy lines by any means possible!”

“As long as Captain Jaeger is here, victory is assured. So, you guys make a contribution!”

When the imperial army slowly began to gain a slight advantage in the battle of the vanguard, or rather the battle.

The Vanguard of the Venetian Alliance tried their best to hold on at all costs, determined not to be breached.

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So, the battle between the mercenaries and the Reich Imperial Army continued to become more intense, and before we knew it, close-quarters combat, bordering on melee, began to take place.

Peter Yeager, who was quietly watching the whole situation, gave an order.

“Send out the 7th Guards Division, advance in a crawl, break through the enemy’s vanguard, and convey the order to return.”

Captain Jaeger’s staff were shocked at those words.

Because the commander of the 7th Guards Division is Laura von Wehner, Captain Jaeger’s wife.

His determination and boldness in sending his wife to the most dangerous place was something unimaginable for a criminal.

But Jaeger believed.

‘As for Laura, she is a capable commander who will carry out any order unless she orders an impossible operation to be carried out.’