The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 146

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (146)

Bellikejel Plain was already shrouded in tension from dawn.

The wind flowed through the low-hanging clouds, scattering a chilling scent over the widely spread ochre-colored plains.

The sound of metal equipment grinding from afar.

The sounds of spears and shields, and horse hooves spread widely on the wind.

The faint mist cutting through the center of the plains swayed like the breath of war, and beyond it, the silhouettes of the Imperial Army began to emerge one by one, dimly.

“….”

Korzan silently watched the forward position from the hill camp where they were stationed.

Before and behind him, thousands of Kar Tribe Warriors had set up camp, ready to charge out the moment orders were given.

Fluttering flags and eyes filled with killing intent.

The main force warriors who had been crouched down seemed like they could kill the Imperial Army with their aura alone.

But then.

“To think Bowkartaon would make such a choice. He was a warrior of exceptional skill… What a waste.”

Baolk Sravan, who stood beside Korzan, spoke in a low voice.

Korzan didn’t answer for a while, then slowly turned his head and spoke to him.

“We haven’t found any traces of Lucael being on this battlefield. That means there’s another monster we couldn’t predict.”

The skill of Bowkartaon, who had become a madman, was beyond question.

He was so strong that even Korzan himself, who had combat power ranking in the top five in Belikezel, couldn’t guarantee victory against him.

If such a man had died, it meant the Empire had excellent forces capable of facing him.

But at Korzan’s words, Baolke chuckled and said.

“Just because you couldn’t predict it doesn’t mean your fault disappears.”

A short but sharp remark.

But within it was the cold judgment of a veteran with long experience.

Seeing Korzan unable to give any response, Baolke continued.

“But don’t worry too much. Taman won’t kill you.”

“…If the damage grows larger in this war, punishment will be unavoidable.”

At Korzan’s words, Baolke patted his shoulder.

“That’s why we’re here.”

Baolke slowly exhaled and cast his gaze into the distance.

“Others think we have privileges because we’re tribal chiefs… but taking responsibility when problems arise is what our position is for.”

As his words ended, the ground began to rumble beyond the hill.

Drum sounds spread like echoes from afar, and small vibrations were rising through the soles of their feet.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Baolke’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the massive Imperial Army now clearly visible.

And then.

“Lord Baolke! You must go now.”

One subordinate approached and spoke to Baolke.

It was time for each commander to move to their designated positions for battle.

At this, Baolke looked at Korzan and said.

“I wish you good fortune in battle.”

“Thank you.”

Korzan bowed his head and spoke.

Though there was some invisible competition among the officers, Baolke had been an elder since the time of the previous Taman.

Though he seemed to speak coldly, many Kar Tribe warriors respected him for his heart and actions that embraced the entire Kar Tribe.

His words to him must all be sincere.

At Korzan’s greeting, Baolke just chuckled and turned around.

And when Baolke left, Korzan turned to look at their warriors.

His subordinates were already waiting for orders with their battle lines arranged.

On the axes, swords, and spear tips they held, chilling killing intent thirsting for blood had formed.

In their eyes, massive flames that seemed to devour the entire plains blazed up.

“Hup…!”

Korzan took a deep breath.

And raising his axe, he shouted loudly.

“Show the Imperial Army, who dared to set foot on Bellikejel Plain without knowing their place, how harsh this land is! Tonight, after cutting off the enemies’ heads, we’ll tear out their entrails and hold a festival!”

“Woo! Woo! Woo!”

The warriors’ battle cries erupted like a storm.

Korzan’s shout raised their morale even higher.

And….

The Imperial Army below the hill began to clearly show their formation.

Their armor reflected the sunlight, rippling like silver waves, and the cavalry at the front struck the earth with their horse hooves.

At a distance where their breathing mixed with tension and fear seemed to carry on the wind.

The Kar Tribe Warriors stared at them with murderous eyes shooting downward.

Korzan shouted.

“Not a single Imperial soldier can return alive from this land!”

“Kraaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Wooooooooooo!”

Beast-like howls shook the entire plains.

And simultaneously, the Imperial Army’s horn sounds began to ring out in response.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The battlefield stirred with the horns.

Krelmuuk, who was watching this scene, broke his silence and spoke.

“It begins.”

“Do you intend to take action yourself?”

“If necessary, anytime.”

At Baolke’s question beside him, Krelmuuk muttered quietly.

The six feather tattoos that only the Great Taman could have within the Kar Tribe.

The feather tattoos carved on his shoulders writhed with the movement of his muscles.

Then Krelmuuk, who was staring below, spoke quietly.

“Give the order. I don’t want to give the first strike to those Imperial bastards.”

They were always the ones who trampled and seized everything from their opponents through attack.

At Krelmuuk’s command, Baolke bowed his head.

“Understood.”

Soon he looked at the subordinate beside him.

“The advance order has been given! Advaaaaaaance!”

The subordinate’s shout rang loudly across the battlefield.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Drum sounds shook the earth and spread high into the sky.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuu!

As the magnificent horn sound that sent thrills through the entire body followed.

“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Kill those bastards!”

Kill the Imperial bastaaaards!”

Tens of thousands of Kar Tribe Warriors on the hill burst into battle cries and began charging all at once.

Thudthudthudthudthudthudthud!

With tremendous vibration, a massive tsunami formed on the plains.

And the Imperial Army.

Belkain, who was at their center, narrowed his eyes as he watched the massive wave made of Kar Tribe Warriors.

Soon he spoke.

“All forces, prepare for defense.”

He had expected that they would attack first.

Because that is the instinct the Kar Tribe possesses.

However….

Thump! Thump! Thump! Clank! Clatter!

They too had no intention of staying still.

“We’ll push them back… and make this land ours. Cavalry, advance.”

“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Break their formation! Charge!”

The moment Belkain’s command fell, the cavalry waiting at the front began charging at tremendous speed.

Over a thousand cavalry members started their assault like war chariots, each holding a massive lance in one hand.

Thudthudthudthudthudthudthud!

And from the side of the cavalry charging at the front.

“Silent Spear Unit.”

Arteon gripped his spear and glared fiercely at the Kar Tribe in front.

Behind him, the Silent Spear Unit, having finished their battle preparations, had followed.

“We focus on drawing their attention and breaking their formation.”

“Yes!”

“Understood!”

With their resounding response, Arteon began moving his unit.

And soon, it was the moment when the forces from both sides moving at the front clashed greatly in the center.

“Die!”

“Uaaaaaaaa!”

With the collision, dozens of people were sent flying and lost their lives.

Some were stabbed by blind spears, and countless soldiers got tangled up and fell to the ground, trampled to death.

“Enemy cavalry! Aim for the horses’ legs!”

“Don’t clash head-on! Aim for the sides!”

“Dodge!”

Thudthudthudthudthudthud!

The Empire’s first blade was tremendous enough to shatter the Kar Tribe’s aura.

The cavalry riding Northern Horses swept away the Kar Tribe Warriors with their charge alone, and those caught by their lances had their bodies torn in half instantly, meeting a gruesome end.

But….

“Hraaaaaaaa!”

Crack!

“Neighhhhhh!”

Being swept away was only momentary.

The Kar Tribe Warriors quickly dodged to the side and attacked the thick legs of the Northern Horses.

Though the Northern Horses possessed toughness that couldn’t be stopped by ordinary attacks, the Kar Tribe’s attacks had strength enough to break even that.

“Ugh!”

As their horses collapsed to the ground, the knights who fell could do nothing.

The heavy armor causing something to break was problematic, but.

“Attack the fallen ones!”

“Attack the gaps in their armor! Kill them!”

“Just crush them helmet and all!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Thud! Scrape! Bang!

They met death without even being able to stand up under the merciless attacks of the Kar Tribe Warriors.

Trickle trickle trickle.

Red blood poured out like a waterfall from inside the armor they wore.

“….”

The battlefield atmosphere that seemed to come with initial momentum was now continuing tensely.

The battle clashing in the center also had its balance not easily tilting to either side.

“Commander-in-Chief.”

“I’ll watch a little longer.”

Belkain exhaled softly as he watched the battlefield. 

Forces were already moving on both sides as well.

If even they couldn’t break through and continued tensely, then he would have to find another method.

This place was a very distant expedition for them.

Unlike the Kar Tribe who could immediately replenish troops and supplies, the longer time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for them.

If they blocked and continued to drag out time, they would inevitably become disadvantaged.

What could be considered fortunate was that the Kar Tribe wasn’t originally accustomed to ‘defensive’ fighting.

However, just because they had attacked first didn’t mean it was unconditionally advantageous.

“….”

Geographical disadvantage.

Their fighting while thoroughly maintaining high ground showed that while they were weak in strategy, they were excellent in combat.

‘I need a powerful strike that can create an opening in them.’

Belkain narrowed his eyes as he looked over the entire battlefield.

But then.

Kraaaang!

A roar coming from the right side.

There shouldn’t be anyone who could use magic, so how could such a loud roar burst forth?

Not only Belkain, but all the officers watching the battlefield turned their gaze there.

And there.

“Their formation has collapsed! Advance!”

“The right formation has collapsed! Break through here!”

A small unit running at the front of the collapsed right formation.

Belkain’s pupils shook.

“…Arteon?”

The Silent Spear Unit began penetrating inside fiercely while destroying the enemy formation.

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