Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 257



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257. The power not to hide

Footsteps that have lost momentum carry no weight.

The same was true for the warriors of Ise who had been running confidently without caring about formation.

As soon as he saw the knights coming out separately and slowly scattering, he began to hesitate.

There were two reasons.

It was partly because the distance was far enough to clearly see the enemy’s movements, but more importantly, it was thanks to the enemy commander, Terveer’s quick judgment.

Terveer saw through Wolf Cloak’s intention to tie down the army’s feet, and he knew exactly what to do.

The moment he saw the warriors hesitating and gathered in a disorderly manner, he immediately raised his hand and gave a signal.

“Seeds, advance! Push the enemy back in one breath!”

The messengers, having confirmed the command and hand signals, move urgently.

The flag waved as scheduled and the whistle blew three short blasts in the prepared order.

Here was the standard for judging a great army.

Sir Herset, a knight who had been serving Terveir for a long time, immediately sensed what his commander wanted.

Terveer is not preparing to attack right now.

They were maintaining a standoff to prevent the enemies from taking advantage of any openings to infiltrate.

So that the infantry could advance and buy time to set up defenses.

Sir Herset followed these intentions faithfully.

“Lord Terveer wants to press them slowly! Everyone, form a line and advance! Make the enemy tremble in fear by maintaining a steady appearance!”

Clearly, the Duchy of Powis was the weakest of the five duchies of the Morning Isles.

However, as if to prove that the survivors are the strongest, the knights of the Duchy of Powis functioned as the pillars of the crusading army with solid trust, seasoned experience, and even caution.

“Close the distance so that your shoulders are touching! I’ll block the sword swings after you do!”

Sir Betak, a middle-aged knight with a healthy body and stamina despite being in his 40s.

The veteran knight, who had once defeated Ariava alongside Terveir, reminded his soldiers of the importance of the shield wall.

“…”

“Lord Yurid speaks! Our unit will play the most important role in breaking the enemy’s spirit, so everyone must hold on with faith and belief until our forces arrive and form ranks!”

The squeaky Yurid and the self-appointed adjutant Martin also urged their troops, consisting of crossbowmen and spearmen, on.

They volunteered to take on the heavy responsibility of leading the vanguard and holding off the arrival of friendly forces in the rear, based on their mobility from a small number of troops.

Of course, I didn’t make that assertion without thinking.

This bold operation, conceived by Martin and approved by Euryde, was possible because he trusted Terveer and his fellow knights.

Another one.

Martin, who had dreamed of becoming a commander for a long time and was driven by a desire for revenge for losing his father, made a sharp judgment.

‘The picture that Lord Terveer wants is to apply enough pressure to completely break the morale of the enemy who has already lost their momentum. However, even if they do not intend to charge, we must hint to the enemy that we can charge at any time. If we do not do so, the moment we fall behind the knights who escaped to the right wing, we will be divided and forced into a difficult fight…!’

It is not known how much the enemy knows about the knights’ charge.

However, if the knights want to pressure the enemy, they will eventually have to close the distance to a chargeable distance.

If the main force and center, which are comprised of infantry, hesitate or waver, the distance between them and the knights on the right wing will become too great, making it impossible for them to help each other, and they will inevitably lose.

If that’s the case, then someone has to show some bravery.

And the surest way to demonstrate courage and determination was to have a symbolic figure emerge.

Like Yurid, who followed her father into the army, and Martin himself, who chose to fight until the end to honor his father who died in battle.

In addition, there was a trick to overcome the inherent limitations of the Holy War Army, which was a coalition of diverse origins.

‘She is the daughter of Lord Tervere. If a daughter like her takes the lead, the other knights and squires who were waiting for an opportunity or trying to be cautious will have no choice but to step forward.’

Some people might criticize me for sending a mute girl to the front lines and say I was cowardly, but I didn’t care.

This is a battlefield.

Once she set foot in a place where the blood and lives of her opponents were scattered with swords and arrowheads, even a woman could not be free from death.

however…

Martin looked at Yurid, frowning with a slight sense of guilt while rationalizing to himself.

“…?”

“Sir Yurid. I will do my best to assist you.”

Martin made one more pledge.

‘In this fight, Sir Tervere’s influence is absolute. Me and Miss Yurid. If one of us has to live… the lady who can help Sir Tervere maintain his composure must live.’

Although there are many advantages, it is basically a fight of 30,000 vs. 10,000.

Fierce fighting was expected, and it would not have been surprising if casualties had run into the thousands.

However, if I had just chosen to run away because my opponent was strong, I would not have been able to achieve the goal.

Someone has to fight.

Some people have to fight and die, and that’s the way it has to be.

And the knights of royalty were those who swore that they would come forward when that moment came.

At this moment, Martin was unconsciously thinking of himself as a knight.

It’s not just Martin.

The soldiers also noticed that the temple was not as glorious and honorable as they had imagined.

Even mere soldiers who were chasing the spoils of wealth and fame felt a sense of mission, overcoming their petit bourgeois limitations.

The soldiers saw only the soot-covered remains of humans beneath the collapsed roof.

The soldiers could also see beyond the scenes of countless pillaging and slaughter a selfish mob seeking to satisfy their own desires through their evil gods.

As I painfully realized that the threat I thought was over was real.

The soldiers began to chant quietly, amid the dull clatter of their horse’s hooves and footsteps on the ground, amid the ceaseless blast of their whistles and the waving of their flags.

A prayer for the temple that has been passed down from long ago.

A thousand years ago, I recall the determined words of my ancestors who took part in the uprising together with the advent of Lux Stella.

The boring sermons of the church priest, the savory folk tales that our grandparents would recall from memory, the legends that storytellers would tell for a few pennies…

Our ancestors’ determination was passed down orally in various forms.

The soldiers who were faced with the dry snowstorm all joined in and sang together.

The soldiers realized.

“At the end of days of avoiding sunlight and peeking at the stars through the gaps in the iron bars.”

Royalty.

“We know that our hearts beat for us.”

The era for humans is what they say.

“I will aim for the heart of fear, not the heart of my compatriots.”

How desperate and miserable the feelings were.

Then the atmosphere changed.

Anyone who looked at it could clearly see that his attitude and posture towards the fight were clearly outstanding.

The part where that resolution was most chillingly revealed was in the ceremony.

thud.

The dissonant sounds that had been fading away as the soldiers murmured in small voices became one at some point.

The countless overlapping and echoing footsteps suddenly ended in a single syllable.

The footsteps that shook the axis have begun.

The ones who noticed the change the most were none other than the wolf cloak and the bateson.

Wolf Cloak glared at the advancing holy army, who were all stamping their feet, and suddenly raised their right hand.

“Batesson, send your men to tell the chieftains to avoid close combat.”

Although it was a remark that treated him like a subordinate, the other person showed a different attitude from others, making it difficult to find fault with that part.

Bateson nodded, relieved that he wasn’t dealing with it himself.

“Of course it should be. It’s different from the land keeper I’ve seen before…”

This extraordinary momentum was soon proven.

The moment the group of warriors who had been hesitating and panicking at the appearance of the knights finally clashed with the vanguard of the Holy Army, it became clear that the Holy Army had the advantage, at least in group battles where they were in formation.

“Damn it, open the shield! You cowardly hide behind the shield!”

“Take it and stab it! There are more than a few guys who need to be killed!”

Warriors who had already lost their momentum and were unable to charge were no match for the soldiers who calmly maintained their formation.

The warriors’ limitations were clearly revealed when the shield wall of soldiers pressed forward in extremely dense group combat.

Warriors who loved to swing large axes were swept away by the crowd and stabbed to death without being able to show off their might.

The warriors who had brought sharpened swords and hatchets continued to strike the shield wall without stopping.

“All ranks, get on your knees!”

The axe blade cut through the air, losing its target with a single command.

“Rear row, begin attacking!”

The soldiers in the rear ranks who had already grabbed the spears lost their lives when they shouted again and swung the spear tips.

They were meaningless deaths that didn’t even allow for a proper scream.

The battle between the demoralized warriors and the tightly-organized soldiers was closer to slaughter than fighting.

The soldiers were easily slaughtering thousands of warriors with very few casualties.

Even without the help of the knights the Holy Army boasted of.

But both commanders knew that this advance was nothing more than a waste of time.

“The bait is fighting much harder than I thought. Run! We have to distract the ground thugs before they can fully prepare!”

“The vanguard is buying time! The reserves in the rear, drive stakes as quickly as possible to block the enemy’s bypass! The capital knights and engineers, hurry and get the cannons!”

Wolf Cloak thought that he should exploit the enemy’s gaps even if it meant draining his stamina, and Terveer decided to give up on advancing any further and instead choose to defend.

If it had been a fight between purely human beings, it would have ended here.

Here, as time passes, the one who shows cracks first will be targeted and they will repeat the back and forth.

But at this moment, Wolf Cloak grabbed the rosary beads hanging around his neck and shouted.

“The greatest tribute to the greatest gods!”

Then, a bright yellow light that did not seem to fit the world lingered in the eyes of the wolf cloak.

At the same time, a damp wind began to blow from the distant shore.

In the dry sky, a sickening cry and faint thunder echoed.

But what could be heard most clearly in the battlefield filled with all sorts of noises were screams and sobs.

At first it sounded like the spitting of wounded soldiers.

But as time passed, everyone noticed that there was an ominous aura to those sobs and screams.

Even the knights of the Holy War who had never encountered a mystery before were immediately astonished.

“Lord Terveer, what is this crying sound…!?”

“It’s a wicked power. The wicked power they wield can drive beasts wild and wild, so everyone, draw your swords and prepare in advance!”

Something is different.

An unpleasant sensation that seemed to sweep across my shoulders and spine made my hair stand on end.

Terveer, seeing this ominous sign, recalled past memories and predicted that the horse would go crazy.

But it was a coincidence.

It would be true that it was a miracle completely different from what was expected.

The omen came in a completely different form, in the voice of another.

“Report! Report from the rear!”

After a while, several messengers came running and shouted so loudly that they could barely breathe.

“From the rear, the lords and knights of the Nevar region, they have been identified!”

“What? Why are those guys who I couldn’t even see the tip of their noses doing this now…”

“So they were all apostates after all!”

The knights of the Holy War were furious as soon as they heard the report.

As expected.

It was certain that all of Nevar had apostatized.

– Among the knights who spoke like that, only Terveer was looking down at the stigmata that was glowing bright blue.

“no way…”

As a stigmata apparitionist, Terve also knew about the types of stigmata.

He is a seal.

There is also a stigmata that has the power to suppress or expel Ise’s influence.

However, among the other stigmata, there is one that is considered to be of little use.

Rest.

The power that denies the right to the flesh held by the gods of this world who guaranteed human survival at the cost of human fate.

“Warriors, heed the call of your masters and stand against the usurper’s forces!”

The wolf cloak has reclaimed its old rights.

This is thanks to having perfectly mastered the method of utilizing the body of the Warrior King, the greatest warrior who ever existed on this land.

“Then you can die!”

This fight is the final button.

Of course, the situation did not change abruptly.

The number of Nevar lords and knights who suddenly appeared from the rear was only a few dozen.

It’s disconcerting, but not so decisive as to turn the tide.

However, the soldiers who came face to face with the lords and knights of Nevar who had come from the rear were shocked.

It was to see what kind of appearance the knights who rode on unusually quiet horses and galloped without rest were in.

“It’s a… a monster!”

Among the frozen, speechless comrades whose teeth were chattering, only one man, barely holding onto the spear, screamed.

“The corpses are coming!!!”