The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Chapter 511

67. Lord of Icebobalt (4) About

400 soldiers from three companies crossed the field by the river.

bread!

Fain!

Archers standing on the other side of the river fired arrows with round balls. The ball plummeted to the snow-covered floor and exploded with a roar, sending small sparks and smoke in all directions.

“Euh-”

“Oh!”

The conscripts made a fuss every time the explosive bombs made by Eisbowald’s alchemists exploded.

“Disperse! It is offensive magic!”

“Breaking open, breaking news-! It’s an enemy mage’s attack!” Less than half of them respond immediately to the shouts of officers and sergeants. There are countless people who say their eyes are burning, shed tears, roll on the floor with their legs weak, choke on the smoke, and run in a stern direction.

“Get your senses, you country chickens!”

“Get up and run!”

Platoon commanders and deputy platoon commanders with sergeant and sergeant rank badges on their shoulder belts kicked and threatened the fallen conscripts. Those who were hostile to the fire couldn’t overcome it, raised their bodies and ran without hesitation.

Squad Leader Soldiers in the role of sub-commander recovered the lagging squad members. Even though they stumbled a little, it seemed that they were back in line, except for a few who were properly hit by arrows with a ball instead of a point.

Then, as if waiting, a group of cavalry came out of the forest on the river bank. Officers and sergeants put bloodstains around their necks.

“Enemy cavalry appeared! congestion-!”

“It is a dense formation! Run, you slugs!”

The conscripts, loosely spread out and advancing as if they were half-running, had to reorganize without even having time to catch their breath.

“Shoulder up! Raise the window!”

“Uh shoulder-”

“Raise the spear!”

The conscripts ran frantically, chanting orders. Then, people stumble somewhere, crawl between the legs of colleagues, or stand in the wrong position and wander around again.

A moment of confusion. Eventually, the conscripts unite in groups of 30 or 40, or platoons, and point their spears out. The sharp blade of a spear shudders, concealed in a linen bag soaked in grass. It looked like a trembling hedgehog with its thorns erect…

The thirty or so cavalrymen hit the reins without hesitation. Riders sensed the fear of their opponents through their eyes and horses through the smell of their sweat.

“Return-!”

They are the cavalrymen of the cavalry company, also known as the ‘Guardian Cavalry’, under the direct control of the Combat Brigade. The commander of the pro-threat cavalry was Major Randell, but the one leading the troopers at the training ground was Sergeant ‘Hairy’ Henrik. At his roaring shouts, the cavalrymen screamed in unison.

“Whoa!”

”Kill them all-!” As can be seen from its nickname, the cavalry squadron is a unit inherited from Prince Eun’s bodyguard cavalry, which was renowned throughout the continent for its bravery. Starting with the company commander, Major Randel, he was an escort of Ulkar’s aide, and most of the officers were former soldiers of the silver prince, so it can be called a reasonable nickname.

“Ughhhh.”

“crazy. I’m really going to die-”

In other words, it was a harsh opponent for conscripts.

Two formations or two platoons of conscripts collapsed in an instant as the elite cavalry charged furiously. Few were bounced off the thick chest of the warhorse or hit by the pole wielded by the rider, and most were frightened and scattered.

“Don’t be a coward – hold your position!”

As the terrifying voice rang in his ears, Egon involuntarily shook his shoulders. Perhaps it looked frightened, the boy reproached himself and gritted his teeth.

“The opponent is only thirty! If you stay calm, you can survive!” It was Lieutenant Colonel Murg, the ‘fierce’ commander of the conscripts, who shouted. As the commander of the training battalion and one of the nine knights of Ice Bobalt, he was also in charge of this training.

Egon had heard that he was a veteran who served under Prince Eun for many years. After the silver prince died- no, after he disappeared, he became a vassal of Defelken and was knighted.

As if responding to Murg’s stubborn command, his lieutenant, Taggart, moved through the ranks clutching a thick wooden club.

“I will beat the guy who runs away! I promise

you, the horseshoe will heal!”

The conscripts were brought to tears at the promise the scoundrel-like captain made in the broken Gellan language.

Egon was equally frightened, but he would not have been noticed by the officers if he remained frozen.

“Calm down, everyone! We just need to stick together!”

The tall boy shouted hoarsely and bravely stepped forward. When Egon, the only one in the vicinity with a shield, stood up, the conscripts quickly opened the way.

“If you get hit by the captain, you can’t even get treatment! I’d rather be run over by a horse and go to the priest!”

“Damn it! Then you can die, you kid!”

“It’s training, but should I kill you! If you’re really scared, believe in Theodora, the ‘first paladin’! Or even a ‘half elf’!”

Egon, who took the lead, knocked on his original shield and shouted repeatedly.

“Hold tight! holding a spear! Don’t look down on me!”

As the boy stepped forward, the platoon commander with a sergeant rank on his shoulder belt shouted with a smile.

“Yeah- get together you guys! Shouldn’t you fight better than a kid who just had a coming-of-age ceremony!”

Other sergeant soldiers also encouraged the conscripts with similar content.

“Position shooter Position shooter!”

“Aaaagh!”

The soldiers belonging to the 1st platoon of the 3rd company of the training battalion let out shouts mixed with spirits and screams. The cavalrymen, who had attacked the roaring resistance head-on, narrowly turned their heads.

“Ughhhh!”

“I lived…

The cavalry, which passed by with the sound of heavy hooves, moved away along the river, as if they had decided to stop the assault. Just at the moment when the men of the 1st platoon of the 3rd company were about to cheer, drunk with an unknown sense of victory, the platoon commander, who had been swearing in a low voice, shouted loudly.

“It’s attack magic, spread!”

As soon as his order was given, the explosive bullets pierced around the men made a sharp roar.

In training reminiscent of a real battle, injured people appeared one after another.

Blue bruises on the eyelids were common, and there were not a few cases of broken bones. The most seriously injured was a conscript soldier who had been run over by a war horse, all the bones in his left arm were shattered, and he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

The archers, who had been firing bombs, were helping five priests from the Ice Bobalt Council to take care of the wounded.

“……ah0ha ssibam”

I ——— I TX .

While the sergeants rounded up the recruits and checked their condition, Taggart sat on a box of groceries placed near the tent and massaged his ankles. Every time I touch it, a sharp pain soars.

“Brother, where are you uncomfortable?”

“No, just. I think I sprained it a bit.”

“Ankle? Then don’t stay here, go and get treatment.”

At the words of Golman, who strode forward, Taggart waved his hand.

“it’s okay. Embarrass the officer.”

“Are you embarrassing? why?” “What will everyone think if I join the crowd and babble? An officer should be an officer. ”

“Oh no…

Goleman burst out laughing at his absurdity. It is quite funny to see Taggart, who has lived half of his life as a gangster or mercenary, discuss ‘officer-ness’ in just two years.

Taggart let out a sniff and tightened the laces on his boots as Henrik, who had tied the horse, approached. Brothers Doherty and Eton were also there.

“Hey, you’ve been hurt a lot. Didn’t you think you were going to be a little gentler?”

“It sucks. Even now, the cavalry charge is too weak, so I’m worried that the training wasn’t done properly, but what can I do?”

“The bluff.”

Henrik, who shook his head as if he was satisfied, looked back at Golman.

“But is this okay?”

“Which one?”

“Training means training. I did as you were told, but I thought I might have pushed too hard.”

“Ah… it was a bit harsh, right?”

Goleman nodded slowly.

That would be the case, and the last week of training today was quite harsh for conscripts.

It was not difficult to briefly introduce the military organization of the Prince of Defelken and inform the main commanders including the lord. It was a natural training process to teach weapons skills or battle formations.

However, the mock battles held over the last two days were a bit excessive. A cavalry charge actually made against explosive bullets that simulated the attack of a battle mage. It is tolerable that there were no deaths.

“But a little overtraining isn’t a bad thing.”

“Well I don’t know. Aren’t those conscripts looking very confused?”

Turning his head at Henrik’s chin, Goleman found the conscripts with ‘I want to go home right away’ written on their faces. In fact, even taking into account the fact that the 8 companies were divided into three groups and the mock battle was conducted, the cavalry charge each individual conscript faced was a whopping four times. When could rural farmers have had such a terrifying experience?

Brothers Doherty and Eton, who wore sergeant rank badges on their shoulder straps over their plate breastplates, also looked concerned.

“The training is rigorous. There is no reason to oppose it, but I am worried that there will be as many conscripts in the next training. A silver coin or two would be a pretty big win for those guys, but it wouldn’t be worth risking your life for.”

“It is.”

Goleman was awarded the rank of sergeant in recognition of his remarkably improved skills as a member of the bodyguard, but he did not disrespect the brothers Doherty and Eton, who were stable keepers in Lianwell. I didn’t want to put my rank ahead of my colleagues who had been with me before I settled down here.

“But the ruler seems to think it doesn’t matter.”

“why?”

“It means that it is enough to bring and roll only the mandatorily assigned number of people. Even though the training is a bit intense, there is a price so it won’t explode…

“Yeah, what. Who would dare to risk their lives.”

Those who rise up dissatisfied with the rigorous training will face fireballs and spears with black-edged blades instead of bombshells and pole-weeded cotton bags. The reputation of the red knight is still at its peak.

“I think you think that if it’s not a mock battle in the first place, it won’t be helpful in a real war.”

“Isn’t that helpful?”

“Actually, it is. If you look back at the war with only the blade, the role of the soldiers was either a meat shield or a chaser after all.”

“A meat shield or a chaser… that’s it. It was rather rare for soldiers to fight among themselves.”

This is usually the case with warfare. Before the soldiers face each other, one side is beaten unilaterally according to the superiority of knights, cavalry power, and magic power, and the battle begins.

“After our one-sided strike, the enemy soldiers will be in disintegration anyway, so there is no need for great tactics. In the case of a small melee during the chase, individual combat skills are more important than maintaining formation… When Golman was speechless, Taggart stood up and stomped on the ground several times, continuing his explanation.

“After all, training is urgent when the enemy’s cavalry and magicians are stronger than ours. It’s the role of those bastards to cast a few more spells and hold the knights down a bit.”

“…Fuck it. Listening to it makes me feel like committing a sin.”

When Henrik showed an unpleasant expression, Goleman scratched his head and said,

“Well, I’m just preparing for the unexpected-

What are you worried about when you have the master and the knights?”

When the young man with a large body and youthful face tried to speak in a lively tone, his older colleagues let out ferocious laughter.

“Ha be loyal.”

“Yeah, it’s like a bodyguard, right?”

“yes? What does it matter that you are in the bodyguard?”

Golman, who had a puzzled look on his face, quickly changed the topic by shaking his hand.

“Ah, quickly clean up the training ground and get ready to go back. They say we have to reach the garrison before sunset.”

“That is your case. The cavalry will return first.”

“My lord told me to bring the cavalry too.”

“What about Nari?”

Henrik asked with a puzzled face.

“What are you doing, Nari? What happened today?”

“I heard you’re throwing a party to commemorate the end of training.”

“A feast? Why?”

“I mean. These guys are pitiful, but I want to feed them something delicious and let them go.”

“her.”

Giving a party to more than a thousand conscripts? Disregarding distribution, he frowned for nothing because it was an uncharacteristic consideration for the enemy. Henrik still found it difficult to understand his lord, even though he served him for more than two years after they met at Seteniora Monastery.

No, it seemed to get more difficult as time went on.

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