The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 320

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (320)
The night in the Northern Region was deep and bitterly cold.
As if the darkness of an abyss had descended upon the land.
The moment darkness settled completely, the Battlefield drew in a breath.
The sky had sunk into ink-black, and even the starlight had grown dim. And within that Darkness.
Whoosh!
One by one, torches ignited.
Crackle! Crackle!
Flames came alive and illuminated the moving Imperial Soldiers beneath them.
Thousands of flames of themselves posed considerable threat to the enemy, creating a spectacle as if a massive wave of fire were surging forward.
And from the center of the Imperial Army, now prepared for battle.
“Advance! Advance! Advance!”
Buooooooooooo!
The Horn announcing the beginning of war rang out loudly.
Along with it, Officers stationed toward the Central Command shouted with great force.
“Archer Unit! Fire! Fire! Fire!”
Whoooooosh!
Arrows piercing through the Darkness soared skyward, becoming Hidden Blades that stretched toward the heart of the Kar Tribe.
And with that.
“Charge! Charge! Charge!”
“Uaaaaaaaa!”
The Infantry in the Forward Position roared mightily and charged toward the entrance of Gracekal Mine.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the Soldiers advanced, the earth itself trembled.
The tall wooden palisade swayed.
“Swing harder! Destroy the palisade!”
“One, two, three! Hiyaaaa!”
Crash! Crash! Crash!
A siege weapon—a massive log sharpened at its end—became a colossal Hammer, pounding against the palisade.
Strike after strike.
The force was so tremendous that the palisade shook violently as if it might collapse.
And above it, thousands of Arrows fired by Imperial Archers burrowed into the Mine.
Arrowheads reflected in the torchlight glinted brilliantly, and the Empire’s offensive grew increasingly fierce.
Boom! Crack!
The palisade cracked and began to tilt as the massive log struck the entrance.
It seemed that just a few more strikes would completely smash it to pieces.
But that was the moment.
“Above! Above!”
“Watch out! Watch out!”
Along with someone’s anguished cry.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
“AHHHHHHH!”
“GAAAHHHHH!”
Dozens of boulders the size of human heads rained down from atop the palisade, crushing the soldiers beneath them.
In an instant, crimson blood spread across the ground, and the front formation crumbled.
Yet…
“Watch above! Eyes up!”
“Raise your shields!”
“Shields up! Higher!”
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The Shield Bearers at the vanguard hastily lifted their shields, deflecting the falling boulders.
Strike after strike.
The sound of shields buckling echoed out, and the roars of the Kar Tribe erupted.
And amidst this chaos, the soldiers wielding battering rams and the Kar Tribe’s relentless counterattacks continued without pause.
BOOM!
The entrance to the mine ahead was fiercely contested.
Observing this, Claw spoke with a hardened expression.
“Impossible… I never anticipated those bastards would hurl boulders from behind the palisade.”
The Kar Tribe of old would never have defended in such a manner.
Their encampments were surrounded by nothing more than low palisades, and since the Kar Tribe would always charge over them first to engage, every battle had been a clash of raw strength.
But now…
They were employing tactics, engaging in battle with calculated strategy.
Belkain responded to this with an unmoved expression.
“…I see.”
Their transformation was not without surprise.
But could such a tactical shift have overturned everything they had done thus far?
‘…It cannot be merely this.’
If the only weapon those bastards possessed was the ability to construct a Defensive Formation, there was little to fear.
It would be no different than waging war against any other kingdom.
Belkain’s eyes narrowed.
Surely what they had prepared was not limited to this alone.
I was certain that somewhere, something yet unrevealed awaited.
“Whatever they have prepared… I shall break through in an instant.”
Belkain’s hand extended forward.
“Press the assault harder.”
The command fell.
“Draw all those bastards from the mine to this position!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Push forward!”
The soldiers’ battle cry swelled louder.
The battle line advanced another step forward.
Crash! Crash!
Even amid the cascading shower of boulders, the soldiers held back the Kar Tribe’s assault with their shields and drove the battering ram forward with tremendous force.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
The wooden palisade shuddered.
On the verge of breaking through, yet holding firm.
A delicate test of strength was unfolding.
One mistake, and catastrophic casualties could result.
Yet the officers skillfully deployed the shield bearers, repelling the Kar Tribe’s onslaught.
Maintaining their troop strength while drawing the enemy’s gaze directly forward.
‘In that moment….’
General Piolak Beurin, waiting with a thousand soldiers, would break through the flank and surge inward.
Once that happened, the enemy would find themselves attacked from both front and rear simultaneously.
And in that brief chaos, that fleeting opening.
‘We commit our full strength to breach the front and pour inside.’
Once inside the mine, the terrain’s defensive advantages would vanish.
Then it would simply be a matter of overwhelming them with raw force.
Belkain looked up at the sky.
The Northern Region’s night, thick with darkness.
‘Before this night ends….’
I will end this war.
“Press harder! Drive them back!”
With Belkain’s command, the soldiers’ roar swelled louder.
* * *
The roar erupting from the front grew increasingly fierce.
Firelight flickered, steel clashed, and the heat of the battlefield—blood and breath intertwined—pushed against the night air.
That heat reached clearly even to this distant location.
In the shadow of the rocky mountain.
Piolak Beurin held his breath, sensing the flow of battle.
“Not yet?”
Piolak, watching the entrance where combat raged, murmured softly.
Three hours had already passed since the battle began.
The darkness deepened further, and the screams and roars only grew louder.
And in a place slightly removed from that massive inferno of the battlefield.
Piolak waited with the thousand soldiers under his command, holding his breath for the commander’s signal.
From experience gained through activity on many battlefields, he could discern something.
That the heat of the battle unfolding at the front was reaching sufficient intensity.
And the Kar Tribe’s attention was equally concentrated there.
Piolak spoke in a low voice.
“The signal will come soon. Everyone, prepare yourselves.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
At Piolak Beurin’s words, the Adjutant and soldiers nodded in acknowledgment.
A thousand soldiers handpicked by Piolak Beurin himself.
They were far more than merely elite troops.
Each and every one of them were warriors of reversal who had fought alongside Piolak Beurin on countless battlefields.
Since each individual had undergone elite training far more rigorous than ordinary soldiers.
Piolak Beurin held his breath, waiting for the signal.
And it came at the precise moment when the fighting at the forward position reached its crescendo.
Fwooooosh!
A white signal flare pierced the heavens and soared upward.
The light that tore through the darkness illuminated the night sky brilliantly, if only for a moment.
Piolak Beurin’s eyes flashed as he witnessed it.
‘It has come.’
The enemy would never know.
What this signal meant.
This single, simple signal flare sowed confusion among the enemy while simultaneously providing Piolak Beurin with the precise timing for his advance.
Piolak Beurin drew his sword.
Shing!
The blade gleamed coldly through the darkness.
“Charge.”
A brief, decisive command.
“Yes!”
With the soldiers’ affirmation, my body surged forward.
Whoosh!
Mana roiled and enveloped my entire form.
Immediately after, a deep Blue Aura flowed along my sword, warping the very space around it.
I kicked off the Rocky Mountain and drove forward in a straight line toward the flank of the Mine.
But that was the moment.
“Gaaahhh!”
“…?!”
A scream suddenly erupted from behind.
Piolak Beurin halted and turned his head.
At the same instant, Red Glints flashed through the darkness as something slowly began to reveal itself.
Pale-skinned beings with rough hides, draped in the raw pelts of beasts.
Across their exposed flesh, deep scars twisted and intertwined.
And covering it all—tattoos.
Piolak Beurin recognized them at a glance.
“…The Kar Tribe.”
In an instant, the air itself transformed.
An unexpected timing and location.
How those bastards had appeared here remained a mystery.
‘An ambush…?’
In that instant, Belkain’s words flashed through my mind.
Why he had deployed so many Reconnaissance Units to search the area around the mine.
Why the Supreme Commander of the Empire had shown such a passive approach.
‘Did Belkain… know about this?’
But with so many Reconnaissance Units deployed, how could they have missed this ambush?
Yet the answer became clear soon enough.
The number of those bastards visible behind the Kar Tribe Warrior at the very front was.
‘At most… around a hundred.’
Woefully insufficient compared to our forces.
No wonder they hadn’t been found.
They had meticulously prepared their ambush with only a handful of troops.
Piolak Beurin, having assessed their numbers, twisted his lips into a laugh.
“Ha! With merely this many…?”
Piolak Beurin’s mouth twisted further.
He spoke, his eyes cold and settled as he gazed upon them.
“You dare… stand against me?”
Uuuuuung!
A deep blue radiance erupted from the sword Piolak Beurin gripped, pushing back the night itself.
His Aura exploded upward, and the surrounding air began to vibrate.
A 6-Star Warrior of the Empire.
Piolak Beurin.
His very existence was pressure, and the fierce Aura shook the pupils of the Kar Tribe Warriors facing him.
Yet there was one exception.
Only the Kar Tribe Warrior standing at the vanguard gazed upon Piolak Beurin with an unmoved expression.
That one was likely the captain.
Piolak Beurin’s gaze fixed upon him.
“Very well… I acknowledge it. Had a different warrior stood here, your ambush might have held meaning. But….”
Piolak Beurin continued, speaking to the captain warrior at the front.
“You simply chose the wrong opponent. So… consider yourselves merely unlucky.”
Piolak Beurin raised his sword and stepped forward.
And as he lowered his stance, he completed his charge preparation.
Kuuuung!
As a fierce Aura erupted, Piolak Beurin spoke.
“Regret meeting the Battlefield Reaper… as you die.”
Crack!
The air tore asunder.
The ground exploded, and Piolak Beurin’s form vanished in an instant.
And the moment he appeared, it was right beside the Kar Tribe’s captain warrior.
In the blink of an eye—a fraction of a second.
His charge, closing twenty meters in an instant, far transcended the limits of human capability.
Piolak Beurin’s sword immediately swept toward the Kar Tribe captain warrior’s neck.
But that was the moment.
Screech!
From the darkness, a single red line was drawn in a straight path.
Impossibly thin, impossibly fast.
Something was severed.
“Gaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
And a scream tore through the air.
With it, something fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Followed by groans of agony.
The Imperial Soldiers witnessing this could not hide their shock.
“P-Piolak Beurin!”
“H-How…?”
It was a movement invisible to the naked eye.
The speed and destructive force were so overwhelming that they couldn’t even react.
Moreover, the sword Piolak Beurin held was covered in Aura, was it not?
“Uuuuugghhhhh…!”
Piolak Beurin clutched at the wound of his severed right arm, letting out anguished groans.
It felt as though… the air itself and time had come to a standstill.
And within that half-beat of delayed time.
“…You Empire dogs do love to talk to yourselves.”
A low voice flowed forth.
The Kar Tribe’s captain warrior at the vanguard.
He raised the axe he was holding.
In that moment.
Whoosh.
The leather garment covering his arm slid to the side, revealing his left shoulder.
Among the Kar Tribe, only the rarest of the rare.
And among them, only the warrior called the strongest receives the seven Feather Tattoos.
Morganteron Hayakkuntal.
His red glint flashed as he gazed upon Piolak Beurin.
“Die, nameless warrior of the Empire.”
With those words, Morganteron’s axe descended toward Piolak Beurin’s head.

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