CH 89.1

Chapter 89.1 – The Battle on the Left Started

The Battle of Silesie’s first battle started at the left flank.

Diagonally to the left of the royal army’s goose line, a clash between the 20000 mercenaries from the Germania Empire against the 5000 Garan Mercenaries of Silesie Kingdom started.

Against the 20000 imperial mercenaries that were almost encircling them, the Garan mercenaries were resisting boldly, skillfully coordinating with each other.

Their fighting spirit was strong and their bodies were light, not the fighting style of mercenaries who only work for money.

「Leader Garan, you are working very hard today.」

「Nokon?」

Garan turned to see Nokon Geek, a mercenary in light leather armor, equipped with a short bow.

「Leader, out of the way.」

「Oh」

Nokot hit the mercenary, who was about to slash Leader Garan, in the head with his bow.

Seeing the dumb enemy mercenary rollover, Nokon’s laughs.

Nokon, who used to be a thief specializing in dungeons, has been helping Leader Garan to organize mercenaries as a staff member, even though no one has asked him to do so.

He probably thought it was time to retreat now as well and came to check if he could help around.

He was an unusually hard working man among mercenaries, many of whom are lazy except for fighting.

「You’ve been instructed by the employer to fight against 20000 while we were only 5000. You don’t have to be stubborn.」

「No, I’m not being stubborn.」

Leader Garan swings his large hammer and smashes the enemy’s head including the helmet.

「Ho!」

Nokon’s smile deepened in amusement as he fired his short bow at the oncoming enemy mercenaries.

「You don’t know how incredible the skill of Silesie’s hero-sama is. He has stepped onto the 88th floor of the “White Tower of Trials” in one day.」

「Ah, that’s true.」

「I’m sure hero-sama is looking at us while fighting. If we can make a name for ourselves here, we can clear out our name of being traitors and the Garan Mercenaries will be able to re-establish our prestige.」

「Leader Garan is still holding onto that….since you’re doing what you can here, don’t you think it will be better to be a knight?」

「Haha, I don’t want to work in a castle. That’s your thing, right, Nokon?」

「Of course, not. I don’t want to have anything to do with the soldiers of a castle. I guess we have to do this!」

While Leader Garan slaughtered two more men with the battle-axe he had taken from the enemy, Nokon switched weapons since he had run out of arrows. He used throwing knives and accurately shot enemies in the eyeball.

The raging shouts of their allies, the wailing of the enemies, the spray of blood as well as the ripping flesh. There are people who don’t feel alive unless they are constantly covered in the dust of war. They are the mercenaries.

They want money. They want women.

But more than anything else, they want the feeling of being alive in the midst of battle.

They talk a lot of nonsense but never say what they really think and the mercenaries led by Leader Garan kill with all their might.

The iron they strike with all their might and the blood and flesh they spread are their own art as professionals of the battlefield.

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The Garan Mercenaries, the spearhead of the left flank, persisted until the enemy, who was not attacking them that much, had their large ballistas arranged at the back. They finally pulled back after that.

Rejoicing that they had finally won, the 20000 mercenaries surrounded them with siege weapons behind and attacked.

Indeed, from the point of view of ordinary soldiers, the power of ballistas and trebuchets is overwhelming.

There is nothing more dependable than being covered fire by those siege weapons.

However, these siege weapons were planned to be used against the royal capital of Silesie and not to destroy the left-wing of the Silesie royal army.

The fact that they had deployed it so early was a sign that their tactics had already begun to go awry.

Against the ballistas, which were firing in front of them, and the trebuchets, which were throwing projectiles on them, the cannons of the volunteer army opened fire.

Sixteen bronze cannons roared. The imperial mercenaries on the left wing were violently shaken.

Many of the mercenaries had never seen a cannon before.

Above all, they were scared by the roar of the new weapon that spewed fire. They were scared when they saw their allies being blown away by exploding shells. Then, the gunners fired a volley of shots at them.

Another series of violent roars and iron bullets came flying. The mercenaries started dying one after another without knowing what hit them.

The mercenaries numbering as many as 20000 begin to crumble before the power of Silesie’s new weapon.

Of course, the empire’s side has its own strategists.

The imperial strategist with a young age of 25, the “Almighty” General Forcas Domos Dylan, had the mid-level mages on the left flank to bombard the other side with rain.

Cannons and guns are vulnerable to water.

Of course, General Forcas knew this information.

However, even as rain clouds covered the left flank of Silesie army, even if the dry land of Silesie was moistened by rain, the sound of firing cannons and guns did not cease.

Of course, this was because the volunteer army had taken measures against rain.

Water-resistant tents and fortifications lined up with ratman fur. It would have been different if they had continued the water assault for a longer period of time but it already rained and guns and cannons never stopped.

The imperial army made the mistake of attacking deep into the volunteer army’s lines and even taking along large and slow siege weapons.

「Good! It’s our time to shine!」

The Garan Mercenaries, who had pulled back to join the volunteer army, struck back at the enemies who they had lured in.

When the offensive suddenly turned defensive, the army could no longer maintain its control.

The mercenaries were a rogue army. No matter how much the knights shout at them, they run away instead of regrouping.

Everyone ran for their lives leaving only large ballistas and trebuchets in their wake.

Without soldiers to protect the perimeter, not a single siege weapon was left. The Germania mercenaries retreated and the siege weapons were all destroyed.

The left-wing of the imperial army, which was supposed to attack the royal capital of Silesie, collapsed.