The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 14

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (14)

“Is everyone assembled?”

“Yes! 1st Squad, all present!”

“2nd Squad, all present!”

“3rd Squad, all present!”

And then…

“4th Squad, all present!”

Arteon checked his squad members once more and answered loudly.

Hendris nodded his head.

“We will move to the Western Formation of 1st Defense Line and fight. We’ll wait here and join the battlefield the moment orders are given.”

Now it finally felt like they had truly arrived at the 1st Defense Line.

All the soldiers of the 4th Platoon clenched their fists with tense expressions.

Soon they would be able to see with their own eyes just how terrifying the notorious battlefield of the 1st Defense Line was.

However…

‘I will definitely return alive.’

‘I didn’t go through all that hell just to die in a place like this…!’

The soldiers all clenched their fists with desperate resolve.

And then…

“Move out!”

The 4th Platoon moved quickly and joined up with the 1st Company.

Fierce combat was already taking place before them.

Fortunately, it seemed they had managed to hold the line.

‘But our casualties are… considerable.’

Moreover, what was more noticeable was that this attack didn’t seem to be the end.

Continuous attacks pouring in after breaking the formation with a single assault.

It was a strategy of gradually increasing intensity with time intervals.

And among the Kar Tribe, there was a commander who was extremely skilled at such attacks.

“…Could this be the place Braktus is commanding?”

Braktus was a fairly well-known general of the Kar Tribe even in the Northern Region.

Due to his exceptional martial prowess and skill in unconventional tactics.

‘We’ve been badly beaten by him several times.’

Right now, he could only hope it wasn’t that guy.

Arteon calmly waited for the situation to develop.

And then…

“…”

Fierland, who was leading the 1st Company, also looked at the battlefield with a heavy expression.

This attack by the Kar Tribe.

“It’s different.”

It was a slightly different pattern from what they had done so far.

How should he put it.

“It feels like they’re still conserving their strength somehow.”

The adjutant beside him said.

Fierland nodded at that.

“This can’t be their full strength. There will definitely be a follow-up attack from their reserve forces soon.”

That’s why they too were keeping the newly arrived reinforcements on standby, preparing for battle.

However, if there was one thing that bothered him.

‘Was the previous… Mobile Unit just a prelude?’

Fierland looked toward the back of the battlefield and took a small breath.

He still couldn’t accurately grasp what the enemy’s intentions were.

And then.

“Company Commander, we’ve positioned all the support forces. They can be deployed to the battlefield at any time.”

Another officer approached Fierland and spoke.

At his words, which seemed ready to deploy the soldiers immediately.

“Wait for now.”

Fierland said firmly.

The most important thing in this battle wasn’t the combat happening right before their eyes.

It was around the time this battle would end.

‘What choice they make…’

That was what mattered most.

Clang clang! Crash!

“Aaaaaaaah!”

“Kyaaaaaaah! Save meeeee!”

As a Kar Tribe warrior’s axe struck down on a shoulder, soldiers screamed and collapsed to the ground.

They were fighting back with their spears and reducing the enemy’s numbers, but it was only a war of attrition for both sides.

But at the same time.

“Are the warriors ready?”

“We can march out immediately upon your command.”

“What about the Jirn?”

Jirn, which means “to shoot” in the Kar Tribe language.

In such battlefields, it refers to units that circle around the enemy’s flanks for surprise attacks.

Turak nodded his head.

“Thirty Jirn are already targeting the enemy’s side. If you give the command, they will strike without a single mistake.”

To prepare for this operation, thirty warriors had been lying in ambush near the enemy formation for over a day during the darkest night.

On the plains where there was nothing proper to hide behind.

It was a strategy that required fighting against this bitter wind while hiding their bodies with just a single thick cloth close to the color of rocks.

But the warriors of the Kar Tribe are brave.

Aren’t they the ones who have lived their entire lives in this harsh northern weather?

“This bitter wind is our friend and reliable ally. It is also our iron hammer that strikes down upon the Empire bastards.”

“Signal to deploy the forces immediately, and afterward the Jirn will await my separate signal.”

“Understood.”

Turak nodded at Braktus’s words.

At that…

“…Soon now.”

Braktus’s eyes flashed sharply.

Finally, as the heat of battle gradually died down with the deaths of warriors.

“Deploy the warriors.”

“Yes!”

Turak raised his hand high and spoke.

“Deploy the warriors! Begin the attack!”

Boooooooooooo!

The horn sound announcing the advance echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Along with it, the waiting Kar Tribe warriors began charging toward the Empire soldiers like a herd of northern bulls.

“Kuooooooooo!”

“Kraaaaaaaa!”

Their war cries devoured the battlefield and instilled terror.

This follow-up attack coming just when the end of battle was finally in sight.

“These, these crazy bastards…!”

“Just how many of them are there…!”

Even at a rough glance, it was an enormous number exceeding two thousand.

How many thousands of Kar Tribe warriors have been deployed to this 1st Defense Line alone?

But there was no time to be surprised.

If they stood there spacing out, their heads would roll in the blink of an eye.

“Reform the battle line! Shield bearers to the front!”

“Hurry! Raise your shields quickly!”

The shield bearers in the front row all staggered but hurriedly formed their formation.

They knew what kind of disaster would occur if they faced those bastards without proper formation.

“Hurry! The enemies are coming!”

“Grgh…! Those bastards!”

“Damn sons of bitches! Just how many of them are coming?!”

These were soldiers already exhausted from prolonged fighting.

They couldn’t even remember why they were here anymore.

They just endured and endured.

‘To survive…’

‘I will definitely return alive.’

They just wanted to greet tomorrow’s rising sun.

And in the midst of such a battlefield.

“Deploy reinforcements.”

Pierland ordered the deployment of troops.

As expected, he had confirmed that the follow-up forces coming were their main strength.

If they could just block those bastards…

“This defense line is ours.”

Attack dozens of times, hundreds of times.

We’ll block them all.

This is the 1st Company that has been protecting this Northern Region until now.

Even if hundreds, thousands of soldiers shed their blood, they would never give up this position.

“Block the first attack, then immediately counterattack the enemies. Instead, we’ll attack in reverse and completely annihilate those bastards.”

“Understood!”

The adjutant answered loudly and simultaneously relayed orders to the officers.

And…

“4th Platoon, listen up!”

Hendris, who received the orders, spoke to his unit members with serious eyes.

“We’re being deployed to the battlefield right now! And after blocking the enemy’s first attack, when the signal drops, we’ll immediately attack toward those bastards’ formation!”

“…What?”

“We’re going to attack?”

The platoon members’ eyes shook greatly.

It was natural.

They had always been on the defending side, never attacking.

But now they’re attacking?

“Isn’t this a reckless operation?”

“Who’s spouting such nonsense? The moment an order is given, soldiers must unconditionally follow it. Erase any other thoughts.”

Hendris was trembling too. But the operation had already been ordered.

There was no turning back.

Buuuuuuuuu!

The horn to join the battlefield echoed.

Hendris had no time for other words.

“All troops! Charge!”

“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Uaaaaaaaaaa!”

The soldiers who had been waiting all rushed toward the Kar Tribe warriors in front.

And at that moment.

“Bert! Never rush forward first!”

“Understood!”

“Raymen! If Bert gets excited, you calm him down. If necessary, even hit his head with your spear shaft!”

“I’ll definitely stop him.”

At Raymen’s answer, Arteon looked at the squad members around him.

Everyone was trembling, but.

‘Still, they’ve experienced battlefields before, so they’re not in a panic state.’

He thought it was doable.

Pabat!

Just as the 4th Squad members joined the battlefield while maintaining formation.

“Uaaaaaaaa!”

“Graaaaaaak!”

Eardrum-piercing screams and desperate cries close to wails burst out.

A scene where people killed each other.

Although they had different purposes, maintaining sanity in that scene of madness wasn’t easy.

But…

“Die!”

Arteon gripped his spear while looking at the Kar Tribe warrior rushing toward them.

Uuuuung!

Before he knew it, the mana dwelling in his hands was sucked into the spear shaft.

At that moment.

Pakang!

The spear shaft that had been a rod instantly transformed into a spear and pierced the throat of the bastard in front.

Puak!

It truly happened in the blink of an eye.

Bert stared wide-eyed at Arteon’s spear that had extended beside him.

“S-Squad Leader. What kind of spear is that…?”

“I’ll tell you later, so focus on combat for now. They’re coming.”

Was it because one died?

Several Kar Tribe warriors positioned in front looked toward where Arteon was.

“These damn Empire bastards!”

“I’ll smash your heads!”

The bastards raised their axes and immediately rushed toward the 4th Squad.

Six in number.

They looked like they didn’t care about anything else and were only trying to kill Arteon and his squad members.

But…

“Remember your sparring with other squads. Raphelson, Jalbarog. Don’t miss the enemies coming from the sides and block them!”

“Yes!”

“Understood.”

The moment Raphelson and Jalbarog answered, the Kar Tribe warriors leaped from their positions and penetrated into the center of the 4th Squad’s formation.

It seemed like a trick to break the clustered formation at once, but.

“Wrong method.”

Chwaak!

Arteon’s spear that shot up to the sky pierced straight through the bastard’s chest.

A single strike.

Arteon, who instantly dealt with one bastard, hurriedly turned his gaze to the other side.

“Haaaap!”

Kwajik!

Kwang! Pueok!

With Bert’s shout, the moment the enemy charging straight ahead was knocked sideways, Raymen’s spear pierced through his ribs.

And then….

“Don’t come! I said don’t come!”

Graphil shot arrows at the charging Kar Tribe warriors while under the protection of Raphelson and Jalbarog.

Not a single one of his arrows missed, each one embedding itself in the bodies of the Kar Tribe warriors.

Thwang!

In that brief moment, the 4th Squad Members reorganized their formation once again, building an even stronger defensive line.

“…Huh.”

Seeing this, Arteon looked at them with an expression of bewilderment.

It had been training he’d given them just to somehow keep them alive.

‘These guys….’

They were becoming one.

And then.

“Squad Leader.”

Raymen called out to Arteon and said.

“Please give us the next order.”

“…Good.”

He had only been thinking about holding out, but with the movements these guys had shown….

‘There’s potential.’

In this brutal battlefield.

“We’re taking control of this fight.”

Finally, the 4th Squad, now united as one, no longer cowered but launched their own attack against the Kar Tribe.

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