The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 77
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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (77)
In fact, thinking about all the battles up to now, defending the 4th Defense Line with such an incompetent commander was nothing short of a miracle.
“…What did you just say.”
“The commander is preparing to move the Main Force back to its original position.”
“What does that mean? We’re fighting here and he’s pulling the Main Force back… What kind of ridiculous situation is this?”
One soldier muttered.
It was something that made absolutely no sense logically.
And Hadel felt the same way.
Did that mean he was planning to abandon them who were here now?
However, the messenger who delivered the news urgently continued.
“He said he would join forces with the troops stationed in the Outskirts to fight on advantageous Battlefield.”
“…Then does that mean he’s planning to recall the 2nd Defense Line Reinforcements that went to attack the Kar Tribe’s Main Camp in the rear?”
Hadel’s eyes shook greatly.
If that were true, it would be the worst move among the worst.
Just thinking about maintaining the current state…
‘No.’
Maintaining the current state was also impossible.
Already in the previous battle, about half of the allied soldiers had lost their lives.
Even though Arteon’s small Special Unit had dealt damage to the Kar Tribe, the actual number killed was only a few.
Most had ended up only wounded.
That’s why this opportunity was more important than any other time.
“Now that the Kar Tribe’s strength has weakened by about half, this is the perfect opportunity to strike them. If we give them time to recover again…”
That hellish time would just repeat itself again.
‘How long…’
Many soldiers dying here, then reinforcements coming… then dying again.
Did they have to repeat such madness?
Hadel said.
“Report the situation here to the commander immediately.”
Hadel conveyed the story about the Kar Tribe’s recent retreat and how the allies were in an advantageous situation.
At those words, the soldier who came as messenger nodded.
“We must hurry.”
“Understood.”
Soon the messenger moved quickly.
“…”
Hadel looked in the direction the messenger had run, unable to hide his anxious expression.
Such a foolish situation was unfolding that it was impossible to even predict.
Feeling like those fighting at the Forward Position had become fools, Hadel just sighed deeply.
But then.
“…Company commander. How about this?”
“What do you mean.”
Arteon seemed to hesitate for a moment, then soon spoke the thought he had.
“…”
Hadel fell silent and into contemplation.
What Arteon had just said could be considered a violation according to military law.
However…
‘If this… could truly become a new move.’
I should make a decision.
Hadel nodded.
“Let’s do that. I’ll take full responsibility for everything related to it.”
With Hadel’s answer, Arteon nodded.
* * *
Ulgrak arrived at the retreat location positioned at the Hill Edge.
And seeing Makrowdon who had arrived there first, he slightly frowned.
Because his appearance, standing perfectly fine, showed no particular injuries.
Ulgrak approached Makrowdon and said.
“Makrowdon, for what reason did you give the retreat order?”
His low voice carried a strange tension.
If he had deliberately ruined the operation, he intended to make him pay an appropriate price.
However…
“If we hadn’t retreated, both I and all my Warriors might have lost our lives.
Makrowdon looked at Ulgrak slightly and spoke calmly.
At that, deep wrinkles formed on Ulgrak’s brow.
“What do you mean? That you would have lost your life. Is that guy… that strong?”
He knew that Makrowdon had clashed with Arteon.
Among the Imperial Army guys, excluding Seran, he was the only one who could fight on equal terms with Makrowdon.
But Makrowdon just recalled the earlier battle and pressed his lips tightly.
And then slowly continued speaking.
“Now I think I understand. Why a warrior like you was so wary of such a young Imperial soldier.”
Makrowdon’s eyes gleamed.
The fight with him.
Despite his young appearance, he had unimaginably insane combat ability.
But what was more surprising was that he judged changing situations in real time and took the most appropriate actions.
That was…
“It was movement like a veteran who had rolled around the Battlefield for a long time. I couldn’t imagine how an Imperial young soldier who doesn’t even look twenty yet could make such judgments.”
In addition to that, the Irregular Spear Technique he had never experienced before.
And the most lethal thing was his surprisingly excellent Aura Control.
“It was Aura Control at a level incomparable to any warrior I’ve ever met. If he uses Aura so freely like that, he probably has at least twice… no, maybe even more endurance than me.
“…”
Ulgrak fell silent at Makrowdon’s words.
If his words were truly fact, giving the retreat order was a very appropriate judgment.
But what was shocking was the next statement.
Makrowdon, who had caught his breath for a moment, seemed to contemplate something.
“If you’re thinking of crushing that guy with force… Tierakund. It would require that person to come directly.”
“…!”
Ulgrak’s expression hardened.
Tierakund.
Because he was the most outstanding among the warriors with Four Feather Tattoos within the Kar Tribe.
His skills were already well-known even among the Kar Tribe, to the extent that rumors circulated that he would soon receive the Fifth Tattoo.
Makrowdon continued muttering.
“But right now… what we need to be most wary of is a different aspect.”
“…What is that?”
Now he was almost scared of what he might say.
“That guy’s growth.”
“…?”
Looking at Ulgrak who made a puzzled expression, he continued speaking.
“Even in that moment of fighting, he was continuously getting stronger in real time… showing an absurd growth rate.”
“…”
At those words, Ulgrak fell silent.
Because he had felt the same thing himself.
When they first met, he thought the man was just a slightly exceptional Empire soldier.
But as their clashes continued, that thought crumbled away.
Especially in the latter half of the fight, even blocking Red-haired Comrade’s attacks had become overwhelmingly difficult.
‘I sustained serious injuries too.’
He deeply agreed with Makrowdon’s words.
Perhaps that’s why.
As Ulgrak continued his silence, Makrowdon spoke.
“It’s humiliating, but… to end this fight with certainty, we have no choice but to join forces.”
“…Are you suggesting a combined attack?”
Surprise mixed into Ulgrak’s voice.
“That’s right.”
To think the prideful Makrowdon would say such a thing.
Ulgrak couldn’t hide his surprised expression.
Makrowdon didn’t like it either, but right now they needed certain victory over pride.
He added in a low voice.
“Those above are watching this 4th Defense Line closely.”
“This place?”
Ulgrak asked back.
“The Northwest First Defense Line has already fallen to them. If this Lake Region is also taken by those Empire bastards… they’ll have a foothold to march straight into our Homeland’s Center.”
Ulgrak silently listened to his words.
This place was land they could never give up, not to them either.
That was also why Makrowdon had been dispatched here.
“Soon they’ll come pushing in this direction.”
Makrowdon’s voice dropped even lower.
“Here… it seems we must prepare for a final battle with those bastards.”
At those words, Ulgrak slowly… but surely nodded and began picturing the coming fight in his mind.
* * *
Most of the soldiers at the 4th Defense Line knew what kind of temperament Leorn possessed.
Incompetent and utterly reckless, but with a bulldozing nature that absolutely carried out whatever he set his mind to do.
That’s why even when officers submitted requests to change his wrong decisions, he stubbornly pushed forward, wasn’t it.
So they thought this time would be no different.
“The commander will surely withdraw the Main Force and conduct battle from the Rear Position. Though we might be able to hold them briefly, sustaining it for long will be impossible.”
“…”
At Hadel’s words, Seran bit his lips tightly.
He never could have imagined hearing such damned news at the timing when he was injured like this.
Hadel looked at Seran and asked.
“Will you be able to fight?”
“Combat with commander-level opponents like before is impossible. But separately from that, I can use Aura… so breaking enemy formations or facing ordinary warriors is sufficient.”
Since he couldn’t use his left arm, facing not only Ulgrak but even warriors with three Feather Tattoos would inevitably be difficult.
No matter how much Aura he had, basic Sword Technique had to be the foundation.
Then at those words, Arteon spoke.
“I’ll take care of them. In the meantime… if Seran and Hadel can handle the other remnants, we should be able to seize victory.”
“One against two opponents. If both of them can use Aura… facing them alone would be impossible.”
“I’ll just buy time. I’ll leave what comes after to you two.”
It was a calm but powerful answer.
Seran looked at Arteon, unable to hide his apologetic expression.
But Hadel analyzed and assessed the situation as coldly and accurately as possible.
If Arteon could take on the two commanders who could use Aura as he said.
‘In the meantime, I can join with Seran to reduce the enemy’s numbers.’
If they could manage that, they’d be able to seize the initiative in the subsequent battle.
“By estimation, you’d need to hold out for at least 20 minutes at minimum. During that time, we won’t be able to help you… will that be alright?”
Hadel asked Arteon.
Arteon nodded without the slightest hesitation.
“I can do it.”
At that answer, Hadel’s eyes flashed.
He didn’t know how far he should trust this Shadow Boy, but.
‘…’
Because he had a feeling the boy might actually pull it off.
Finally, Hadel spoke as if he’d made up his mind.
“Then… let’s hurry.”
Along with that, all the soldiers present nodded and prepared for battle.
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