Academy Genius Commander

45 – Branov Plain Giant Tournament (2)

Enemy soldiers intuited their fate and cried out in terrified voices just before dying.

“f*ck you, you dirty bastard!! I don’t want to die.”

“Um, Mom!!!”

“Send me home! f*cking aristocrats!”

At the same time as they said that, their bodies were pierced by arrows, their whole bodies were burned by fire, and they died frozen like frozen meat.

My soldiers laughed at the sight of the enemy dying instantly without the use of either hand or foot.

“Those idiots, look at them running around.”

“Looks good, idiots. He used to make fun of people who were dying, and now everyone is following them the same way.”

“Look how nice you are in death, now you’re quiet!”

If you laugh at someone dying like this in a place other than the battlefield, you’re nothing but a madman with a lack of social skills.

In a war in which the more lives one takes away, the more one becomes a hero, it is only natural to laugh at the enemy who is dying so miserably.

There are even commanders full of madness who would rather recommend and encourage it if only they could get rid of the fear that I could die like that.

I don’t recommend it because I’m not an idiot commander, but I have no intention of sympathizing with the deaths of those who mocked the deaths of my soldiers.

I gave the following order to kill even one more of them and save more of my allies.

“It will take a while for them to break through our wizards and crossbowmen. So regroup and catch your breath for a moment!”

Then, the instructions given to Laura, my aide-de-camp, and each company commander and platoon commander were delivered.

Instead of sneering at the slaughter of the enemy, the soldiers began rearranging their formations at an angle, as they had learned in ritual training.

Unlike before, ‘Kill all those bastards in front of me and I will survive.’ He stared at the enemy with eyes full of poison.

That’s how we were able to secure some time to recover our stamina just before the war was at its most intense, and the enemy was forced to consume a lot of mental and physical strength from countless spells and arrows.

After about 5 minutes, the enemy infantry reached the vicinity of our mages and crossbowmen.

The two mage platoons in the front sent a retreat signal as instructed in advance, and began to retreat slowly with the crossbowmen.

On the other hand, the enemy foot soldiers who were directly hit by magic and arrows unilaterally for 5 minutes were devastated, but in the meantime, those who survived began to approach us with poisonous eyes.

I would have been really scared if there was a human running up to me with that kind of look on the road, but in war, unless I was a man-in-the-middle like Yeo-po or Guan-wu.

The blood rises to the top of their heads, and the babies who can’t come to their senses die first.

“Such a goddamn horo bastard! Do you not have a mother or father?”

“Who taught you to do war like that? Stick your neck out there and wait!”

“I will send you to my deceased parents!”

It seems that he lost his mind when he saw his comrades who unilaterally shared soup boiled in one pot and died.

“Jaeger battalion 1st, 2nd, 3rd rows lower the spears!”

When I gave my order, the soldiers of the battalion lowered their long spears, and the spear poles were densely clumped together like tree branches or black grass.

Seeing that, I gave the last orders to the soldiers before the battle began.

“Don’t be afraid! If you get scared and take a step back, that bastard will die first! Then when you die, everyone dies starting from there! Don’t be afraid to step forward!”

In a war where you don’t know when you’re going to die, it would actually sound like nonsense to say that you can’t be afraid of the flashing blades.

However, in a hand-to-hand combat where swords against swords and spears against spears, the first bastard to run after is the one who closes his eyes in fright when he sees the blade of a spear approaching me.

The soldier who watched it to the end and took a step towards the enemy soldier and stabbed him would surely survive.

So, without adding a chief, when I went to the academy, some instructors said, ‘Training for hand-to-hand combat is finished as long as you instill the courage to go forward when the enemy’s sword comes flying.’

There were people who spoke this way, and I actively sympathize with their theory.

Finally, the spear blades and spearheads of our and enemy soldiers met each other.

“You wormy bastards, die!”

“Yeah, I’ll drop the mindless decorations on your shoulders first!”

Our soldiers pointed at the soldiers of Czechia, and the soldiers of Czechia continued to lash out at us with curses and accusations.

In the meantime, casualties began to occur regardless of enemy and friendly forces.

“Erich, I can’t even pay for all your tuition, and my brother goes first. sorry…”

“Ugh…”

Those stabbed in the neck or vital points died instantly after uttering a single scream, while those stabbed in other parts collapsed while sputtering out words filled with life’s regrets.

Still, the Czechs were exhausted from excessive vigilance and reconnaissance for a long time.

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Let’s go into a hand-to-hand combat that consumes a lot of physical strength, and when one soldier under my command dies, close to 2-3 soldiers died.

Even if you look at this alone, you can boast that it is a great criminal record compared to other battalions around you.

I was waiting for the battle to intensify, and I thought the time had come, so I gave the order to the rider behind me to turn the tide.

“Planning soldiers are thrown into the enemy camp.”

The rider raised a blue flag and signaled to the bandits, who moved forward between the spearmen and spearmen.

Then they shouted their own slogans that I had taught them.

“Ttukbaegi! Hot pot! Go break the earthen pot!”

After about 3 minutes like that, soldiers with batons began to rush into the spearmen’s battle line between the enemy and the ally.

They proficiently rode the enemy’s long spears with their flats and hit the arms, torso, and head with full force.

“die! Bastards!”

“You skinny Czech bastards, I’ll make them all minced meat.”

“Only those who want to fall behind come forward! I will kill you all!”

At the same time, as the flat soldiers advanced, the formation on the Czech Republic side was able to simultaneously check the spearmen who stabbed with spears from a relatively long distance and the flat soldiers who beat with sticks at close range at the same time.

Even my infantrymen, who were trained under this assumption, are easily defeated when they go into combat because it is difficult to coordinate.

Even more so, the soldiers of Czech Republic, who are not prepared at all, can only be defeated without using their hands or feet.

Therefore, the enemy troops who held spears in their own way until not long ago were now crushed by the pendulum attached to the end of the sword, or pierced by the spears and bleeding to death.

When he fell into such a situation, the enemy battalion commander himself came out near the front line and shouted wildly brandishing his sword.

“Don’t back down! Soldiers in the rear pull out their swords from their waists and deal with the plight! Spearmen, check the enemy spearmen in front of you!”

Whoever he is, he seems like a very capable guy.

That would be the case, and the best way to counter the tactic of disrupting the enemy camp with my sidekick and pushing it with a long spear.

This is because the front line continues to fight while maintaining spearmen square, and those who infiltrate are to mobilize rear soldiers to intercept.

However, in a situation where a melee battle broke out, the commander alone was not able to overcome the difficult situation just because he was competent.

Right now, that nobleman’s command doesn’t work like talking to a wall.

“If we are penetrated by the Reich Empire, it will cause great damage to the entire regiment! The riders and buglers should signal and call for reinforcements from the infantry in reserve.”

No matter how much our unit is pushing the enemy battalion, if the reserve unit comes to support, the enemy may be outnumbered again by the reinforcements.

At the same time, it seems that he intends to raise the morale of his battalion, which has fallen to the brink of being unable to fight, by instilling hope that the reserve team will come.

I can’t let things come back to life that would break into a mess if the reserve team arrives just a little too late.

“Give orders to Captain Werner, who has been standing by so far, to lead the knights and attack the enemy reserve immediately. Charge with a lance to slow enemy reinforcements down and leave immediately. After that, while riding a horse, hit the enemy infantry with a flat horse.”

Shortly after I gave my order, 12 knights, including Werner, started running with their lances in a wedge formation.

Now, with this, we will be able to delay the time when enemy reinforcements will come.

The battalion in front of me is already in a state of collapse, but I need to be prepared just in case.

“Place all the wizards and crossbowmen on the left to prepare for the attack of the enemy knights. At the same time, our forces will break through the enemy battalion and prepare to annihilate even the reserve forces!”

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