The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 64

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (64)

 

“…!”

 

Hadel’s forehead twitched.

 

The advance order he heard was unbelievably early in timing.

 

Hadel widened his eyes and threw the letter he was holding as if casting it away.

 

By now, his gaze contained deep anger.

 

“What kind of nonsensical order is this? The promised time is three days. Only one day has barely passed!”

 

Hadel shouted while looking at Major Leorn’s adjutant, Sergeant Sharokl, who stood before him.

 

However, Sharokl spoke with a completely unshaken expression despite Hadel’s anger.

 

“Wasn’t it Captain Hadel who formed the reconnaissance unit and created this situation? If there were no problems with the operation, the commander wouldn’t have issued such an order.”

 

“What ridiculous nonsense!”

 

Hadel raised his voice.

 

The soldiers flinched at his momentum as if he might draw his sword.

 

“Moving the main force without knowing the enemy’s exact position or troop size? Do you know what will happen if we recklessly charge at the Kar Tribe who are sharpening their blades!”

 

He clenched his fists tightly.

 

It was just one victory.

 

Had they forgotten all the countless humiliating defeats they suffered before because of that single victory?

 

‘If we charge without preparation, another great disaster will occur.’

 

Hadel took a deep breath and stepped forward.

 

“Move aside. I’ll go see the commander directly and speak with him.”

 

Sharokl’s eyebrows twitched.

 

“Right now, I’ve come here with full authority delegated for the commander’s orders. Are you daring to refuse those orders?”

 

“It’s not refusal. It’s persuasion. This is too reckless an order!”

 

Hadel’s shoulders heaved.

 

He took a deep breath.

 

It was a mixture of confidence that his judgment was correct and fierce anger at the situation where no one was speaking up against this irresponsible order.

 

‘What are the other officers even doing? They’re all just watching Leorn’s mood and sitting quietly with their mouths shut… Pathetic bastards.’

 

He tried to endure it, but anger was rising.

 

However, Sharokl didn’t back down even a step.

 

His tone was cold and his gaze was unsettling.

 

For a moment, heavy silence flowed between the two men.

 

Killing intent gleamed in Hadel’s eyes.

 

Though he was clearly someone backed by Commander Leorn, Sharokl’s current behavior had definitely crossed the line.

 

Hadel looked at him and spoke.

 

No, it was the moment he was about to say something.

 

“Company Commander!”

 

A soldier came running to him, gasping for breath. At that sight, Hadel turned his head and shouted irritably.

 

“What is it!”

 

“From the reconnaissance unit… a survivor has returned!”

 

In that moment, Hadel’s gaze wavered.

 

“What did you say…?”

 

Before the words were even finished, he followed the soldier.

 

And there he saw the soldiers from the reconnaissance unit he had sent gathered together.

 

“…What happened?”

 

Judging by their small numbers, they had clearly been attacked by the enemy.

 

Once again, desperate thoughts dominated his mind.

 

But then…

 

“Sergeant Arteon saved us.”

 

“What?”

 

“Who did what now?”

 

When Sharokl interjected, Hadel’s eyebrows furrowed into an inverted V.

 

He wanted to immediately push the guy away, but hearing the report came first.

 

“Continue speaking.”

 

“When we fell into the enemy’s trap and were fleeing… Sergeant Arteon and the 3rd Platoon appeared and killed all the Kar Tribe advance guard, saving us.”

 

The returned soldier explained the situation in detail.

 

The desperate situation at that time.

 

But also how the flow of that battlefield was being changed by someone.

 

At this, hope began to sprout in Hadel’s eyes, while conversely, Sharokl’s expression darkened and twisted.

 

He instinctively sensed that the plan was beginning to go awry.

 

And…

 

“…I see.”

 

After hearing the soldier’s report, Hadel thought deeply about something and then muttered quietly.

 

Perhaps the current situation at the forward position.

 

Something…

 

‘Might be able to create something.’

 

He couldn’t understand why his heart raced like this whenever he heard that guy’s name.

 

Though it could certainly be called the worst situation, it seemed like the atmosphere could be completely reversed.

 

Soon after organizing his thoughts, Hadel turned around. Then he looked at Sharokl and said.

 

“Lead the way. I’ll meet the commander directly myself.”

 

“But… Captain… that’s…”

 

Sharokl hesitated.

 

Because in this atmosphere, it seemed like he would break through rather than persuade Leorn.

 

But at Sharokl’s words.

 

Shing!

 

Hadel drew his sword from his waist.

 

The cold blade touched Sharokl’s neck.

 

“Will you just die here, or will you lead the way?”

 

Upon hearing those words, Sharokl couldn’t hold out any longer.

 

Tightly closed lips, shoulders trembling with humiliation.

 

He bowed his head and slowly turned around.

 

At that sight, Hadel followed behind him with resolute eyes.

 

Though he wasn’t the supreme commander of this army.

 

‘The main force must not advance now.’

 

He clearly knew what needed to be done.

 

Step by step.

 

Hadel’s footsteps heading toward where Supreme Commander Leorn was.

 

They were no different from those of a soldier heading toward the battlefield.

 

That’s how important maintaining the current situation was to him.

 

And at the same time.

 

Thud!

 

“…”

 

Arteon, covered in blood, spoke with unwavering eyes.

 

This was the last one.

 

He had dealt with all the Kar Tribe advance guard that had been hunting them at the forward position.

 

Then now…

 

Swish.

 

“3rd Platoon. Identify the location of the enemy’s main force and return.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

* * *

 

Moldur was quietly admiring the continuous reports coming in.

 

‘Given how heavy our losses were… they could have rushed to make a decisive move.’

 

Though he maintained a calm exterior, inwardly he was impressed by the Imperial Army’s caution.

 

They were the ones who had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle.

 

Naturally, he had expected the Empire to quickly advance their main force and push them back.

 

Even if the Empire had taken significant damage before, their main force was still far larger than theirs.

 

But instead of advancing recklessly, they prioritized sending reconnaissance units to assess the terrain and probe their troop positions.

 

Even in an advantageous situation, they were moving with surprising composure.

 

‘…As Lord Ulgrak said, they’re very different from the Imperial Army of old.’

 

Thinking they would simply push forward with overwhelming numbers like before could lead to a devastating mistake.

 

That’s why…

 

‘Did Lord Ulgrak already anticipate something like this?’

 

His respect for Ulgrak could only grow deeper.

 

Hadn’t he foreseen the Imperial Army’s movements and formed a special forces unit of elite warriors?

 

They were already thoroughly eliminating the Empire’s scouts.

 

Most likely…

 

“They must be greatly panicked by now.”

 

They wouldn’t be able to rashly advance their forces.

 

It was no different from suffering completely unexpected losses.

 

“Then… does that mean we’ve won the first round?”

 

Moldur muttered quietly.

 

Though the main forces hadn’t clashed yet, Moldur understood.

 

War was built from the accumulation of such small conflicts creating momentum.

 

And that momentum ultimately determined victory.

 

Moldur looked toward the fog-covered forward position with a calm expression.

 

Then he moved toward where the warriors were waiting in ambush positions.

 

Now was the time to conserve strength and sharpen their blades for the coming battle between main forces.

 

“…”

 

Meanwhile, Ulgrak had found a quiet spot alone to focus on his mana cultivation method, recovering from the wounds sustained in the previous battlefield.

 

The Kar Tribe’s unique cultivation method could concentrate mana to wounded areas to enhance recovery.

 

Though it consumed considerable concentration, it healed battle wounds faster than natural healing, making it exactly what he needed now.

 

‘…Has it already been four days?’

 

Four days had passed since they noticed the Imperial Army’s advance and established their position here.

 

During this time, Ulgrak had devoted all his attention to observing the war situation in preparation for the coming battle while recovering from his injuries.

 

Thanks to this, he had recovered enough to lift his left arm without difficulty.

 

However…

 

“…”

 

Ulgrak’s mind was completely captured by a scene from the past.

 

“Arteon, was it?”

 

That boy’s thrusting attack from that time.

 

Ulgrak recalled that scene countless times.

 

Though he had blocked it with the flat of his axe blade…

 

‘If I had deflected that attack and counterattacked…’

 

No, if he had taken his opponent seriously from the start and pressed with full force.

 

Wouldn’t the result have been different then?

 

Countless possibilities swirled through his mind.

 

But Ulgrak soon exhaled roughly and stood up.

 

It was important to review, but not be consumed by those memories.

 

He would face that boy again anyway.

 

‘When that time comes…’

 

He would definitely finish it.

 

Ulgrak’s eyes flashed coldly.

 

But then.

 

“Ta, Taman!”

 

Several warriors led by Moldur came running frantically, shouting.

 

At their urgent expressions, Ulgrak’s face instinctively hardened.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

At Ulgrak’s question, one warrior hurriedly caught his breath and spoke.

 

“Th, that is…”

 

And then came the shocking report.

 

Hearing its contents, Ulgrak’s expression twisted hideously.

 

“…What?”

 

Tremendous fighting spirit flowed from his body.

 

Ulgrak asked Moldur.

 

“Have you confirmed it?”

 

At that question, Moldur looked at the warrior beside him.

 

He soon nodded with steady breathing.

 

“Not all of them, but I confirmed the bodies of warriors in one sector. However… I discovered one peculiar thing.”

 

“Peculiar thing?”

 

The warrior recalled a spear he had found where the dead warriors lay.

 

The sight of a warrior lying dead in a straight line with a spear embedded in a tree.

 

“It definitely seemed like a spear thrown from the bushes behind… but it had tremendous power, enough to pierce through the warrior’s body and embed the entire blade into the tree.”

 

“What?”

 

Moldur exclaimed in shock.

 

Not only piercing through a trained warrior’s body, but embedding the entire spear blade into a tree.

 

At that report, Ulgrak’s eyes grew coldly calm.

 

Suddenly coming to mind…

 

“So it’s that bastard.”

 

He was beginning to understand why all the special forces warriors had died.

 

If those bastards who had ambushed them back then had started rampaging…

 

“Moldur.”

 

“Yes, Taman.”

 

Moldur’s expression hardened.

 

He too immediately recognized how serious the current situation was.

 

Ulgrak then spoke.

 

“Forget about everything else. From now on…”

 

Ulgrak’s eyes grew cold.

 

“We focus everything on killing him.”

 

Right now, that bastard could be called the Imperial Army’s sharpest blade.

 

If they could just break that blade…

 

“Moldur, you lead the warriors and move directly.”

 

The fact that the situation was continuing meant… those bastards hadn’t returned yet.

 

“We absolutely won’t let them return to the main force. Here… we must capture that bastard.”

 

At Ulgrak’s command, Moldur nodded with a determined expression.

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