Academy Genius Commander

92 – Northern Occupation War (9)

But maybe it’s because he’s a guy whose name has gone up to Cannes.

Far from collapsing or staggering from the blow I threw.

Rather, he looked at me with a vigorous voice and spoke in a relaxed voice.

“You baby that smells like milk! Maybe it’s because they slept and ate warmly inside the castle walls. Your fists are weak too! I thought a fly had landed on it for some reason.”

Seeing that bastard spit out pieces of his teeth and blood, it must have taken a toll.

After he finished speaking, he spat the blood in his mouth onto the ground, gave an eerie grin, and approached me while spinning his knife with one arm.

When the knife was turned in the air about three turns, it struck down with its own weight and centrifugal force.

Instead of dodging it or blocking it with my armor, I took it with the sword in my hand.

Then, through the sword, a shock that caused his arms to go numb was transmitted to both arms, and he smiled eerily, holding it with one hand and adding the other hand to the sword he swung, fixing it with both hands.

With his own weight, he began to slowly press down on the sword I was holding, and his sword began to get closer and closer to my helmet.

“It’s nice to see a young child who wants to suck more of her mother’s milk getting mad! I’ll kill this old man with a reward! And when I come back alive, I’ll put your body in a sack and let the horse step on it!”

“Stop the bullsh*t! The bastard, whose neck will hang on the spearhead of our imperial army in a little while, is barking so well!”

“I will shed tears of blood and regret for losing the war and rejecting the generous offer of this elder!”

That’s how we confronted each other for about 10 or 20 seconds, and Ludvik pulled out his sword and distanced himself from me, as if he thought it couldn’t go on like this.

He and I took a moment to catch our breath and examine each other closely, looking for gaps in the other.

Eyes, neck, chest, waist, groin, lateral thighs.

From vital points where everyone would die at once if stabbed or cut, to places where it was difficult to block while holding the sword.

As if looking through a piece of art or a beautiful woman, or more than that, he sent a passionate gaze and interest toward the other person.

Only to kill the son of a bitch in front of my eyes.

“Khan bastard who is less than the trash that disturbed the empire! I will trample on you and your tribe’s future here! Every warrior who follows you will be beheaded. Widows, maidens, and children will be made to pay for their crimes by plowing the fields and doing hard labor, worse than the serfs of the Empire!”

“Cute kitten, it’s a pity that I can’t play with a cute kitten like you on my bed!”

Damn bastard son of a tribal chief, isn’t that bastard really gay?

No, regardless of gender, he is a scumbag of the world who is not picky eating and rapes himself on the bed.

There were 1,000 reasons why I had to kill from the beginning, but one more was added.

And even though my face was covered by the helmet, Ludvik, as if feeling the rotten expression in the atmosphere, lunged at me laughing like a madman.

“I will definitely kill you here! die!!”

Saying that, he swung his sword diagonally over his head from left to right, and I slightly tilted the sword to block it.

Then his sword glided down my tilted blade, and I corrected my posture and slashed the blade at his neck.

I blocked mine with the other knife in my left hand.

“Kuh, kid. You fight better than I thought!”

“Stop the bullsh*t.”

“If we had faced each other 10 years later, I might have lost!”

After exchanging swords with him several times, when the sword-to-sword confrontation got longer.

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Ludvik and I glared at each other, exhaled quickly, and took a moment to catch our breath.

“You know how to use a knife quite well, kid.”

“Shut up, I will kill you here.”

Although I said this, my stamina, to be honest, was almost at its limit.

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Ludvik must have taken a lot of stamina while leading the archers and charging, then fighting the imperial soldiers.

I had already led the infantry and knights, and was at the forefront of attacking his infantry while cheating on his weight class.

Even when he led 300 knights and slaughtered the archers, he stood at the forefront and killed the enemy barbarians.

In addition, he is completely exhausted after facing a powerful warrior named Ludvik.

So, as a rule of thumb, the time to fight with all your might is limited.

In other words, if I fail here, I will die too.

So I removed my left hand from the handle of the sword and reached for the dagger at my waist to check its position.

Then, aiming the sword at the guy’s neck, he ran frantically.

“Son, you look so obvious inside!”

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Ludvik saw my obvious movements and greeted me with the typical posture of a barbarian with both hands down.

I thanked Deus from the bottom of my heart for moving the way I wanted, and changed from the posture of stabbing the neck to the position of striking down from the top of the right shoulder.

Utilizing that momentum, I swung my sword diagonally.

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Ludvik must have been a bit disappointed at that appearance, and said in a voice mixed with resentment.

“It’s almost time to die, so all I can think of is that obvious attack!”

He blocked the attack by crossing the cavalry swords in his hands in the trajectory of my swing.

It’s pretty obvious what you’re thinking.

‘I deflect my sword with the cavalry sword in both hands, completely destroying my posture, and stabbing my neck to death.’

But, Khan, at last you’re finally in the palm of my hand?

Thinking so, I quickly drew out my left hand and drew out the dagger.

When he tried to deflect my sword with both hands and let it float, I burrowed into his arms with my right foot.

I hit the guy’s nangsim (dick) hard with my knee.

I don’t think I’ll become a eunuch because I’m wearing armor, but even a guy who’s risen to the top of a barbarian called Khan couldn’t overcome this pain at all.

I couldn’t resist at all as I thought, and my body got tangled up and fell, and as I expected, he was in a state where he couldn’t respond.

Usually, at times like this, there are bastards who say something else and say that you are dead, but I immediately grabbed the dagger with both hands and thrust it into his neck.

The roaring blood stained my hands and all my armor.

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Ludvik also looked at me with a more ferocious expression, perhaps realizing that he was about to die.

“You pig of the filthy empire, the most savage enemy of the Thoner tribe and the worm who murdered me! Even if I die, I will curse you!”

Having said that, he struggled and tried to kill me no matter what.

He couldn’t kill the armored man named Peter Yeager when his body was completely crushed and dying, so he just struggled.

When his resistance had completely ceased, he cut his throat with a dagger and shouted.

“Peter Yeager, commander of the 24th regiment of the Reich Imperial Army, has beheaded Ludvik, the leader of the barbarians who call themselves Khan!”

Then he took his severed head with his left hand and held it above his head.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army cheered upon hearing the news.

“The damn khan bastard is dead!”

“Their captain is dead! We won!”

“Come on, spread the news to the entire army! Enemy captain Ludvik, killed by the 24th Regiment!”

The barbarians let out a despairing sigh when they realized that they had no chance of winning, as their captain had died in the midst of the situation.

“It’s over, f*ck. We are dead now.”

“Khan, how can you lead us to Hell? If you’re going to fail, you’ll die alone!”

When the situation ended in victory for the Imperial Army, the barbarians tried to surrender or retreat as far away from the battlefield as possible under the direction of other tribal chiefs.

The soldiers and officers who suffered so much because of the uncivilized savages really wanted to kill at least one of them somehow.

“Wizard-loving crossbowmen, archers, shoot and kill those who run away!”

“They are barbarians worse than cockroaches! Kill them all! Kill!!”

“Don’t let even one of them live!”

He shot arrows and chanted magic with the momentum that seemed to wring out the power he was really sucking into.

“Dirty pigs of the Empire. Heavenly God Tangri!”

“Cursed be upon you guys.”

“I can’t die here! f*ck!”

As a result, they couldn’t get away except for a few really lucky ones.

Barbarian infantry and some archers, who had no self-respect, threw down their weapons and prostrated themselves, asking for surrender.

“Please save me!”

“I will surrender, only my life. Please save my life!”

“I don’t want to fall behind like this yet.”

Some of the soldiers who saw this tried to kill even those who surrendered, but the officers suppressed them as much as possible.

“Do not kill those who surrender, arrest them.”

“His Majesty the Emperor will judge them.”

“Those who surrender will not be killed! Drop your weapons!”

Hearing that, the general infantrymen of the Imperial Army couldn’t hide their disappointment and the sense that they were doing that, but now it’s more important to save them than to kill them.

Because, in order to save the evil barbarians, you have to tell the location of each tribal village and use it as a guide.

After we completely conquer the lands of the barbarians, we must give them to His Majesty.

Then His Majesty will gladly accept our allegiance, and slay all barbarians, infantry and cavalry, who have entered the battle in the Imperial Square.

So I sorted out all my thoughts, and ordered the knights to pursue the enemy at their own discretion.

Supported by Laura and Werner, I returned to the 24th Regiment where I was.

On this day, the imperial army killed 35,000 of Ludvik’s 60,000 troops and succeeded in capturing 10,000.

It is a great victory that will go down in history.