I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 178

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Episode 178

“The Battalion Commander won’t be easy.”

Soldier 13 said to Sergeant Gelvin.

He also nodded as if agreeing.

“Right, the sword can only be obtained by winning in the end, so we need to stay focused.”

“I’ll try to hold off the Battalion Commander, so please win the other fights and join me.”

“Got it.”

Sergeant Gelvin gave up on targeting me and rushed toward Lieutenant Barus nearby.

‘Damn, no matter who he picks, why does he go for him.’

If he knew and went there, that’s both smart and cruel.

“Please go easy on me.”

Soldier 13 bowed his head slightly toward me, then took his stance.

‘He must be their top fighter.’

That’s probably why he’s taking me on, but unfortunately, I’m not our team’s top fighter.

‘Well, this means we’ll win the team battle.’

Of course, that doesn’t mean I can afford to go down.

Especially not in a one-on-one situation like this.

“Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Corporal Chandler.”

Gray hair and a deep voice.

He had quite the presence.

‘Usually when they’re like this, they’re skilled.’

Following the first-strike-wins principle, I rushed in first and swung my wooden sword.

Crack!!!

Two wooden swords clashing hard in mid-air.

The sound didn’t shake my chest, but the momentum wasn’t much different from real combat.

‘This kid’s got some skill.’

First, strength.

Honestly, it’s embarrassing to brag about since it’s from potions, but my strength isn’t something that would lose anywhere.

But Corporal Chandler, though he grimaced, succeeded in defending almost perfectly.

‘His body isn’t particularly bulky, but he’s got solid muscle.’

Still, since I figured out his strength level, I created some distance and swung my wooden sword again.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

This time I went a bit lighter but increased the speed to raise the number of attacks.

‘If I can’t have the advantage in strength, I’ll have to settle it with technique.’

And my technique, though Hamus would be angry to hear it, is quite good.

“Ugh!”

Hamus Swordsmanship movements coming in without pause.

It’s naturally not easy for a soldier who hasn’t received much professional training to defend against this.

Crack! Crack! Swoosh!

The sword grazed past Chandler’s arm.

It made contact, but since it wasn’t a major hit, no referee call came.

“Still, you’re blocking better than I thought!”

This is more than I expected.

‘At this level, he could even be a non-commissioned officer.’

Of course, thinking about this guy’s life, I should never recommend that.

Since when did I worry so much about other people’s lives.

When I’m having a hard time surviving myself.

Crack! Crack!

“Ugh! Uuugh!”

Is he getting overwhelmed?

The guy bit his lips hard and moved with real desperation.

“Number 14 down!”

“Number 19 down!”

“Number 5 down!”

.

Meanwhile, the referee’s calls rang out busily.

Anyone could hear that numbers 11 through 20, Sergeant Gelvin’s team, were being called much more often.

‘Getting anxious? This must be mentally exhausting.’

It seemed like the right timing to finish this.

Since being careless until the end is forbidden, I maintained my pace while slightly raising my aggression.

“Let’s see you block this.”

Crack!!!

A sword swung with strong force.

For Chandler, whose stance had already crumbled, it was naturally impossible to block.

“Uuugh!”

He managed to block it somehow while his body was pushed back, but that was his limit.

“Haah!”

A huge opening appeared.

I quickly closed the distance and dove into that gap.

‘This is the end.’

An angle that could only succeed perfectly.

But at that moment.

Chandler’s eyes changed.

“Huh?”

I was about to thrust my sword, but something felt ominous.

‘There’s nothing he can do from here.’

Surely if I thrust my sword like this, it’s over.

But why does this feel so ominous?

And usually when instinct gives warnings like this, it’s mostly right.

Swoosh!

The moment I positioned myself to slash his abdomen and was about to swing my wooden sword.

Chandler raised his wooden sword above his head.

That action could only mean one thing.

‘This bastard plans to take me down with him.’

If I had been absorbed in attacking and focused only on swinging my sword.

I would have completely missed it due to the wrong viewing angle.

But this time I caught it, and tricks like this are good to use in reverse.

Swoosh!

I pretended to swing my sword, then pulled my body back at the last moment, causing Chandler’s wooden sword to slice through empty air.

“Huh…?”

Chandler’s eyes widened in surprise as his attack failed.

Too bad for him.

“Good attempt.”

Completely defenseless state.

Tap

I lightly touched his head with my wooden sword.

“Number 13 down!”

“Waaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!”

Was it entertaining to watch?

Even though it wasn’t the moment when the team battle’s outcome was decided, genuine cheers erupted from the training ground.

‘Yeah, that’s my brother. Don’t lose.’

You have to know how to enjoy this kind of thing to be first-rate, don’t you?

“Magnificent!!! Battalion Commander!!!”

“Clean until the very end!!!”

When I waved my hand lightly, they were absolutely thrilled to death.

‘I’m only popular with the guys.’

Of course, it’s not that there are no female soldiers in the battalion, but over 90% are male soldiers.

“Number 19 down! Victory! Team Battalion Commander!”

While enjoying the afterglow of victory, the match ended as the last remaining soldier was finished off.

“Battalion Commander, you really worked hard!”

“You really played a huge role!”

The team members who ran up to me, each saying a word.

Everyone was sweating quite a bit.

“Good work. Let’s take off our vests and drink some water.”

“Yes!!”

We took off our vests, exchanged greetings with the opposing team, and stepped to the side.

“Battalion Commander, I learned a great lesson! I will strive harder from now on!”

Corporal Chandler approached me while I was drinking water and bowed his head.

I could see he had quite a complicated expression.

‘He seems to be thinking a lot.’

The attitude of not casually brushing off defeat and failure.

It’s an excellent attitude that’s hard to see in a soldier.

‘Hmm, should I teach him something?’

I don’t have grand enough skills to teach someone, but I can at least say something, can’t I?

“It was a good match. But the ending was disappointing.”

“When you say the ending.”

“The drowning man strategy to take me down with you – the judgment itself wasn’t bad. But there was a problem in the process.”

If you can’t beat an opponent who’s superior in skill, you’ll take them down with you.

From a group perspective, there’s no more grateful action than this.

“What kind of problem, if I may ask?”

“Your movements were fine, but your eyes and breathing gave off too much of a feeling that you were plotting something. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Ah… in that aspect.”

He nodded as if showing a reaction like he hadn’t thought of such a thing.

“In combat, not revealing your emotions is as important as strength and technique.”

Even when disadvantaged, pretend you’re not disadvantaged.

This is surprisingly very important.

“The moment you reveal your condition, the enemy will move accordingly. Then it’s natural that you become disadvantaged.”

If when our wooden swords first clashed, Chandler had been a bit more careful and defended without grimacing.

Then I would have had to engage in combat while considering the possibility that he might be superior to me.

However, Chandler grimaced and showed signs that he was at his limit.

From that moment, I was able to press forward more boldly.

“Did I show it that much?”

“Yeah, your eyes changed first. Your breathing became intense.”

“I see… I will definitely improve on the points you mentioned.”

“Good, come find me if you have any difficulties.”

Actually, even if he comes, there’s nothing I can particularly teach him.

‘He probably won’t come anyway. Still, there’s a difference in rank.’

It’s just nice words, isn’t it?

“Thank you! Please definitely win the championship. Loyalty!”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Corporal Chandler saluted me and returned to his position.

The round of 16, quarterfinals, and semifinals that followed.

After seeing the round of 32, perhaps they realized that victory was more important than targeting me.

Fortunately, the disaster of everyone targeting me and charging at me didn’t occur.

So the battles proceeded in a normal structure.

From then on, Captain Larsen’s tactics shone as we advanced to the finals with unstoppable momentum.

“Team Battalion Commander and Team Edoc, please come up!”

The final match of the long tournament.

It was a bit tiring, but I still mustered my strength and headed to the center of the training ground.

“You can put on the vest.”

Sergeant Orwin handed me the vest with number 1 attached again this time.

“Sergeant Orwin, you’re working very hard.”

He’s been running at full capacity since yesterday.

From what I can see, this guy will definitely lose his voice tomorrow.

“Not at all. I’m enjoying it.”

“I’m grateful you say that.”

Naturally, I’m planning to give him about 5 gold as a separate fee for his trouble after it’s over.

“Um… Sergeant Orwin.”

While I was putting on the vest and loosening up lightly.

Corporal Edoc approached Sergeant Orwin with a somewhat troubled expression and spoke to him.

“Did some problem arise?”

“Yes, one of our team members slightly sprained his leg during the semifinals, so it seems difficult for him to participate.”

“The guy who was number 7?”

“Yes.”

“He looked dangerous. I understand for now.”

After Sergeant Orwin grasped the entire situation, he approached me.

“Um, Battalion Commander. From that team.”

“I heard. Since it’s the finals, everyone will be expecting it, so it would be awkward to skip it and move on. Let’s have one person from our team sit out.”

If there are nine people, it’s a simple problem of matching the numbers equally.

Really simple…

“If the soldiers’ team is short a person, I’ll join in.”

“Re…Regimental Commander.”

Colonel Schultz, who had definitely been sitting on the platform, was somehow coming up onto the training ground.

“That should be fine, shouldn’t it?”

Colonel Schultz looked at Corporal Edoc while asking.

That only has a question mark, but is it really a question?

“It’s…it’s an honor!”

Corporal Edoc answered with his voice trembling.

It doesn’t seem like he particularly dislikes it, but I don’t like it.

“Then that’s settled. Everyone get ready. Should I wear this vest?”

“Yes…!”

Colonel Schultz put on the remaining number 20 vest and looked at me and our team members.

“I expect a good match. By the way, come at me risking your lives. Unless you plan to disappoint me.”

“Yes…!!”

The team members shouting with extremely tense voices.

The situation has completely reversed.

‘Damn it, I don’t know. Let’s just try our best.’

I probably can’t win, but you know what.

The effort you show is what’s important, isn’t it?

I went to my position, picked up the wooden sword, and calmly settled my mind.

“Ready!”

The moment Sergeant Orwin’s hand pointed toward the sky.

The training ground became surprisingly quiet.

And next was.

“Begin!”

“Don’t go for the Regimental Commander first, quickly take out the soldiers!”

“Yes!!!”

Although Corporal Edoc’s team made it to the finals, objectively our military strength has the advantage.

That’s why we should first take out the nine soldiers, then attack Colonel Schultz with what you might call gang-up tactics to have any chance of winning.

Now you might wonder about this.

Would the Regimental Commander just stand there like a stone statue?

‘Of course not.’

That’s why someone needs to mark the Regimental Commander, and that role is.

“Lieutenant Barus! Go and block the Regimental Commander.”

“What…?!”

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