The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 45

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (45)

 

Crash!

 

“Hey, you bastard! Can’t you watch where you’re going?!”

 

“S-sorry!”

 

“Bandages! Bring bandages!”

 

The chaotic Medical Room was filled with medics running around frantically and wounded soldiers groaning in pain, wrestling with their injuries.

 

Those with severe wounds had parts of their bodies severed, and it was common for them to pass out from unbearable pain while being cauterized with a Branding Iron to prevent further infection.

 

“…Damn it, isn’t there anything proper here? When are the supply reinforcements coming!”

 

An angry medic jumped up from his seat and shouted.

 

Treating soldiers with such makeshift methods could only last a day or two.

 

Dozens of comrades were dying every day, but there was nothing he could do as a medic.

 

But then.

 

“Marenk sir!”

 

“Huu… Phileinal. If you’re going to give me some shitty report, hold it back for now. I’m really getting the urge to smash someone’s face in.”

 

“N-no, that’s not it. I just received a report from the Situation Room that support troops and supplies will arrive soon.”

 

“…What?”

 

It had already been over a month since even the infrequent support had been cut off.

 

Since this was the most intense Battlefield, it was completely impossible to survive on regular supplies alone.

 

Moreover, the division commander who had been in charge of this place was a pig bastard who was busy expanding his own power using the Northern Region battles like an idiot.

 

But…

 

“And… the division commander has been relieved of his position and… is being dragged away by the Imperial Guard.”

 

“What?”

 

Marenk’s expression hardened.

 

In the Northeastern Region, the division commander was like the ultimate predator.

 

There was no one who could touch him, and this place was like his Kingdom.

 

But they’re relieving him of his position?

 

“Who?”

 

“The newly appointed corps commander. That… Division Commander Belkain who was managing the Northwest.”

 

“He became a corps commander?”

 

“Yes, I heard he was promoted after achieving great merit in the Northwest this time… and has been appointed as Northern Region commander.”

 

The Northern Region commander had changed.

 

And Belkain, who became the commander, began cutting out the most rotten parts first.

 

‘…He relieved the division commander of his position.’

 

This could be called an incredibly radical move.

 

The division commander who managed the Northeastern Region was a noble.

 

Although his title was low, touching a noble was not an easy matter, making it all the more surprising.

 

“They said he was crazy… He really does crazy things without batting an eye.”

 

It was impossible to predict how the Northern Region would change in the future.

 

‘But it can’t be worse than now.’

 

If it got any worse than this, it would be like abandoning the Northern Region entirely.

 

“I understand. More importantly, haven’t the Medicinal Herbs been prepared yet?”

 

“We’re sending soldiers nearby to gather them, but honestly, it’s not easy to find Medicinal Herbs near our Formation anymore.”

 

“In the end… it means we have to go higher up.”

 

Self-sufficiency had its limits too.

 

Unless they went near Elvarfiel Lake occupied by the Kar Tribe, supplying materials here was nearly impossible.

 

Still…

 

“They say support is coming soon… let’s just hold out until then.”

 

“Yes!”

 

At his subordinate’s answer, Marenk began caring for the wounded again.

 

Supplies aside…

 

‘The troops coming as support this time… should be somewhat useful guys.’

 

Unlike other Northern Front lines that only defended, the 4th Defense Line was in competition over Elvarfiel Lake.

 

It had already been 6 months since the Kar Tribe took control of Elvarfiel Lake.

 

Due to incompetent leadership, far from recapturing it, soldiers continued to die from reckless attacks.

 

‘Please… please come as proper guys.’

 

Still, the corps commander overseeing the entire Northern Region had changed, and his first move was quite radical.

 

Thinking about the Northern Region that would change in the future, Marenk was just doing his best at his work.

 

* * *

 

Step by step.

 

Following the long procession, he could now see faint mist.

 

‘Are we finally arriving near the 4th Defense Line?’

 

Elvarfiel Lake always had this kind of faint mist formed around it.

 

“We’ll arrive soon.”

 

The commander of the Support Company heading to the Northeastern 4th Defense Line Formation muttered quietly.

 

And just as he said, not long after, they were able to arrive at the unit in charge of the Northeastern 4th Defense Line.

 

“…What is this place.”

 

“It’s kind of… gloomy?”

 

The soldiers who arrived at the 4th Defense Line all frowned at the strange atmosphere of the Military Base.

 

Most soldiers were encountering this kind of atmosphere for the first time.

 

However, soldiers who had experienced the Northwest First Defense Line showed calm expressions as if they were familiar with it.

 

This place too.

 

‘It’s not much different from the atmosphere of the Northwest First Defense Line.’

 

The sight of soldiers weakly doing their work within a Formation where despair had settled.

 

That kind of damp atmosphere where no hope could be found.

 

Arteon just exhaled quietly and began adapting to the new place.

 

But then.

 

“Sergeant Arteon.”

 

“Yes, Company commander.”

 

“You’ve been assigned to the 1st Company here. A soldier will come to guide you soon, so follow him to the 1st Company. Your assignment will be decided when you get there.”

 

“Heart of Steel! Yes, understood.”

 

Arteon saluted toward the mounted commander.

 

And not long after, a soldier approached Arteon.

 

“Are you Sergeant Arteon?”

 

“Yes, that’s right.”

 

“I’m Staff Sergeant Volgren. I came to guide you.”

 

Green hair with a short hairstyle.

 

Arteon nodded at the sight of his fairly solid-looking eyes.

 

When Volgren turned and started walking, Arteon followed behind him.

 

And while crossing the position, he noticed horrific scenes here and there.

 

Volgren spoke about this.

 

“Just three days ago, there was a battle to recapture Elvarfiel Lake.”

 

“It seems to have failed.”

 

“…Yes, it was a crushing defeat. The number of dead soldiers easily exceeded 200. It was a horrific battle where virtually half our forces died.”

 

Arteon nodded at those words.

 

He knew that no words could provide comfort.

 

However…

 

‘…Did Belkain predict this kind of situation?’

 

Perhaps it was right after the legion commander’s inauguration ceremony that he immediately dismissed the northeastern commander from his position.

 

He must have wanted to bring change to the northeastern front that had been flowing so precariously.

 

While hearing various stories about the 4th Defense Line from Volgren, they were able to arrive at where the 1st Company commander was.

 

Volgren spoke toward the inside of the barracks.

 

“Company Commander, this is Volgren. I’ve brought Sergeant Arteon.”

 

“Let him in.”

 

At the words coming from inside the barracks, Volgren nodded at Arteon.

 

Soon as Arteon entered inside, a considerably large man looked at him.

 

“…Are you Sergeant Arteon?”

 

“Heart of Steel! Sergeant Arteon reporting to Company Commander Hadel.”

 

He knew the name since he had heard it from Volgren on the way.

 

But although Arteon gave a proper salute, Hadel frowned and looked Arteon up and down.

 

He asked.

 

“How old are you?”

 

“I’ll turn 16 after this month passes.”

 

“…This is insane.”

 

He had already received the letter, but seeing him directly like this felt absurd.

 

Turning 16 next year meant.

 

‘He’s saying he’s 15 right now…’

 

Was it truly right to entrust a platoon to such a youngster?

 

His mind was complicated.

 

Of course he had heard the story.

 

From private to sergeant.

 

There was a guy who had received exceptional promotion in just a few months.

 

The army was a place where age meant nothing.

 

There was no disagreement that only skill should be the foundation, but.

 

‘Still, there should be some degree of reasonableness…’

 

No matter what, wasn’t this too much?

 

Hadel stood up from his seat.

 

At a height easily two heads taller, Arteon’s head tilted up.

 

Short blonde hairstyle.

 

Along with thick eyebrows, deep blue eyes were embedded below.

 

His gaze was cold like a frozen lake, and no goodwill could be felt from his tightly closed lips.

 

Hadel looked down at Arteon, lost in thought.

 

‘This guy… really made the greatest contribution to recapturing Helikel Gorge?’

 

After Belkain was promoted to lieutenant general, he became the legion commander overseeing the Northern Region.

 

He had shown bold and excellent handling of affairs, even dismissing that incompetent northeastern division commander…

 

‘…Damn it.’

 

Still, an order was an order.

 

Hadel irritably turned around and signed the documents on his desk.

 

“Take it.”

 

Arteon looked at the documents he received from Hadel.

 

It was the appointment letter for 1st Company 3rd Platoon leader.

 

“The platoon you’ll be in charge of is the 3rd Platoon. There were quite a few casualties from this battle, so you’ll need to start by replenishing the soldiers.”

 

His voice was still cold.

 

No, it felt like there was no expectation at all?

 

He was thinking that he wouldn’t be able to do it properly anyway.

 

But Arteon didn’t mind and spoke to Hadel.

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

At Arteon’s calm expression and answer, Hadel’s eyebrows twitched.

 

Did he have something to rely on?

 

So Hadel continued speaking to Arteon as if shooting at him.

 

“I’ll acknowledge that you made quite a significant contribution, but coming here could be thought of as just inflated achievements.”

 

Throughout the entire Northern Region, the most fierce and dangerous place was precisely the northeastern 4th Defense Line.

 

Pushing a guy who made great contributions to such a death trap didn’t make sense, did it?

 

Therefore Hadel spoke as if warning.

 

“Be careful, as acting arrogantly could cost you your life in the next battle.”

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

Of course, such words posed no threat to Arteon.

 

The northeastern 4th Defense Line.

 

Right now it could be called the most dangerous place in the entire Northern Region, but.

 

‘…If we later advance north beyond the current defense lines…’

 

A truly hellish battlefield would unfold.

 

And for Arteon, who had endured such places for years and crushed the Kar Tribe, such words were.

 

‘Nothing more than encouragement.’

 

Arteon suppressed a smile and stepped back.

 

“Heart of Steel! Sergeant Arteon. Finishing business and returning.”

 

Soon Arteon exited the company commander’s barracks and came outside.

 

Volgren, who had been waiting, let out a small sigh and said.

 

“I was nervous. The company commander’s mood has been quite bad due to this battle’s major defeat.”

 

“It’s fine, I can just think of it as him being concerned.”

 

“And the 3rd Platoon you’re going to now is…”

 

“…?”

 

“No, I think it would be better if you see for yourself.”

 

Volgren shook his head.

 

Since he’d see it soon anyway, he thought it would be better to see directly rather than a few words.

 

And when they arrived at the 3rd Platoon barracks following Volgren.

 

“…Huh?”

 

Arteon had to barely suppress the corners of his mouth from twitching.

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