Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Soldiers poured through the wide open castle gates. Saint Mathilde boasted a well-managed city with a grandeur that reflected its reputation as a prominent trading hub. Despite being a city renowned for commerce, its walls were broad enough to accommodate such vast military forces without shortage.

Hoohaahoohaa!

The soldiers ran in excitement, their eyes wild with anticipation. Even the most disciplined army could transform into marauders the moment a fortress fell.

In a city of this size, even if the citizens had evacuated as much as possible, one could imagine an enormous amount of loot still hidden away.

Moreover, the Granmarteau Counts legion, excluding the main force, consisted entirely of soldiers from various lords retinues. Strictly speaking, looting was closer to an economic activity aimed at offsetting the hefty cost of military supplies.

Even if one desired an intact throne, the prohibition of looting itself could not be enforced. After all, it would incite dissatisfaction among the vassals immediately.

Hence, the soldiers ran with eyes gleaming at the nearly unlimited loot targets. Villages burned, hidden citizens dragged out, furniture thrown out of windows.

Chaos ensued.

Where! Where are they?

Just a moment, please. Theres too much crowd, the information

Eugene furrowed his brow and pushed through with his words. The infantry didnt stop them. Their top priority was looting, with fortress conquest being secondary.

In truth, it wasnt considered likely that any commander would personally lead an assault from within the fortress. It was common sense. If one were riding here, it was only right to assume they were nobility.

Because discipline had not been properly established, it was impossible for the soldiers to recognize all the nobles from different territories.

I saw them! Over there, that white horse! Wearing armor! Right?

Thats correct!

The group spurred their horses forward, riding back against the tide of soldiers. The soldiers merely grumbled as they avoided the passing horse, not daring to consider them as enemies.

Its a common occurrence on a battlefield where the front line hasnt been established. In this case, I suppose were fortunate. Eugene sighed quietly as he looked at the soldiers foolish faces.

This reckless charge seems to be actually working.

Its fortunate that the situation is more chaotic than expected. Eugene felt conflicted about whether to admire Oscars wit in intentionally creating chaos in the city.

Well, as long as the results are good. With that thought, Eugene followed behind Oscar, urging his horse onward.

A group of knights, spotted by Elpheira, soon appeared before them.

tienne!

A rough shout erupted from Oscars lips. It seemed that only anger remained after overcoming fear, intense anger.

Look at what your hands have wrought! The city that has stood for a thousand years is burning!!

Oscar drew his sword with a shout. The knights approaching from the end of the street stopped and began to stare at them.

At the forefront, a knight of imposing stature clad in gleaming white armor blocked their path through the city. Behind him stood a squire holding the commanders standard.

It was Count tienne de Granmarteau. It seemed like lightning flashed beneath his extravagant helmet.

tienne de Granmarteau!! Come on! If you want to take this country, youll have to trample over the bodies of the remaining soldiers of this country!

Oscar!! Wait!!

The warhorse gallops. A warhorse reaching maximum speed cannot stop on its own power at this distance. Eugene screamed beneath his helmet.

Thats not Granmarteau Count!!

Eugenes words did not reach Oscars ears. The noise of the confused soldiers and the collapsing city from all directions was too overwhelming since Oscars arrival.

Heartbeats ring out too loudly. Not out of fear, but out of anger.

Eugene gripped his sword tightly. Following suit, everyone in the party raised their weapons.

His level is 63!

Considering the average level of the hero party, he was undoubtedly formidable opponent. Even if the enemy was real tienne, they would still have to fight for their lives.

Indeed.

The knights voice reverberated. Piercing through the noise, it penetrated precisely into their ears.

It was a trap. How cute, using such tricks. (Elpheira)

Clank.

The knights gauntlet pulled the lance out of its saddle. A massive axe-lance, fit for infantrymen, swung up.

It was too large a polearm to be wielded solely by upper body strength from horseback.

Clang!

Oscar barely managed to duck his head, avoiding the axe blade. His helmet was roughly scraped off and flew away. Yet, the axe-lance, still with momentum, demolished the wall at the end of the street.

Oscar!!

Elpheira screamed, forming a spell. Magic surged, and lightning crackled. With a sharp noise destroying the airs insulation, a searing lightning bolt surged towards the knight.

An elf?

The knight merely turned his head to deflect the lightning bolt that struck him squarely. The helmet strap, burnt by the lightning bolt, fell weakly, and the visor rolled on the ground.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Beneath it revealed a face that wasnt tiennes. Much older, but still robust. It belonged to a man as solid as a rock.

Baron Gerard de La Monde!?

Do you know him?

I know him! The Red Baron La Monde! But why on earth?!

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Booooom!!

Were late! Were late! Yermov! What what should we do!

Saint Mathilde was burning. Countless soldiers were already marching through the city gates wide open.

Various kinds of noise could be heard throughout the city. However, it wasnt the sound of battle. It was the noise of destruction and looting.

He was well acquainted with this kind of disturbance. It was a familiar environment of the battlefield, one might say.

Not yet.

Ivans gaze fell on the center of the city. The Royal Palace. It was the fortress of the city, a solid stronghold beyond the deep sea.

And atop it, still, the royal banner of Tylesse fluttered. Along with the flag of Etarique.

Ivans gaze returned to the gate and the outer fortifications. There were no signs of battle anywhere. There wasnt even evidence of the gate being destroyed. It meant it had been open from the start.

They intended to defend from within.

If that was all, it would be nothing more than obstinacy. Given the uncertainty of the enemys forces, it was not possible to withstand this level of disparity in strength with only the citys defenses. The difference in supply capacity alone was stark.

So, if one were to speculate about the partys calculations

They set a trap.

Open the outer fortifications and lure the enemies. If they intended to defend from within, the enemys vanguard would surely march into the city for negotiation, mockery, or improvement, whatever it may be. They would attempt something.

But

They were careless. It was too easy to predict.

Ivan sighed, contemplating a different approach. A truly brilliant strategy doesnt merely react to the enemys moves but dictates them.

In his shoes, Ivan would have not only breached the outer fortifications but also infiltrated the inner defenses. Using Eugenes status window, hed eliminate all of the Counts henchmen, install loyalists in key positions, and manipulate the royal familys movements.

Hed bide his time, waiting for the perfect moment, perhaps after a ceremony when defenses were lax. Then, amidst the chaos of war, hed strike, assassinating Count tienne and framing his own allies to sow internal discord, igniting a civil war.

Closing the gates would trap them all inside, creating a bloody free-for-all within the castle walls.

Once enough chaos reigned, soldiers loyal to the king could restore order to Saint Mathilde.

It was a meticulously crafted plan, waiting only for the right circumstancesa grand strategy poised for execution if time and opportunity aligned. If only there were just one count orchestrating the rebellion, it would be an unquestionably bold move.

No one can teach this method.

Because it had to be developed through real experience.

Ivan moved forward with a determined pace. If he was still alive, he could grow even more through todays experience. He thought so.

Where, where are you going?

Do you remember what I said to you?

Yes?

The words I told you to sacrifice your life for a better place. Do you remember?

Yes.

Without looking back, Ivan urged his horse forward. He quickly descended the hill, heading towards Saint Mathilde.

Right here. Hand over the lives of the nobles to me. I will return their homeland to them.

B-But how? Were just a little over sixty!

Breakthrough.

Ivan raised his sword and faced the enemy head-on. He could see the cavalry detecting their protrusion and maneuvering towards them.

Their numbers amounted to about two hundred. Not a single one of them was a knight.

Even if they managed to break through them, they would have to pierce through the infantrys line again. And then? They would have to break through the cavalry once more and advance.

This wasnt an annihilation operation. It was a decisive strike through a single point. A surgical operation aimed at minimizing engagement with the enemy and ultimately eliminating their leaders.

Victory is not behind us. Its only in front. I will do my best. Are you willing to die willingly?

Damn it, youre crazy!

The barons grumbled once and then clamped their lips shut.

Clank, clank. All the knights under the barons simultaneously pressed their helmet visors deeply. Underneath, it seemed like a gleaming determination could be seen.

Keep that promise at all costs!

Absolutely.

The sixty riders began to charge down the hill.

They stared straight at the approaching cavalry. Already, their numbers were more than four times theirs, and the forces behind them, if counted, were like a flood, not even worth calculating the difference in numbers.

They rushed towards them. With bodies and horses weary from long battles and marches. Their conditions were such that it wouldnt be surprising if they collapsed right then and there. But even so

If the enemies were likened to a flood, it was quite fitting.

Everyone here had pledged to be a breakwater for the kingdom.

So, sixty cavalrymen rode forth. Towards an army of over thirty thousand.

Toward Saint Mathilde. At dawn.

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