Chapter 43
Chapter 43
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Roybit Battle (4)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
I didn't care what I said; those chickenheads over there were thrilled.
"Kill all those wild boar bastards! Fuck, let's avenge our platoon leader who died like an idiot!"
"Fuck, let's charge again! We gotta kill that crazy dog bastard showing off over there!"
"Push through with manly vigor, just like that!"
Just before reinforcements arrived, they'd been whimpering like dying cats, but now their morale was sky-high.
Their shoulders were puffed up like they'd stuffed them with padding, and their steps were strutting like boys rushing to meet their first love.
To me, they just looked pathetic.
'What a bunch of show-offs, fucking around.'
But my men started tensing up when those bastards who'd been on the verge of burial suddenly sprang back to life.
"Reform ranks while keeping spacing! No need to panic just 'cause a few more chickenheads showed up!"
"When the platoon leader gives the order, smash their skulls! Fuck, don't chicken out!"
"Show half the bravado you pull in front of whores, you little shits!"
The reinforcements coming our way were armed with one-handed swords and shields, plus breastplates and helmets.
They didn't look all that easy to handle.
As I pondered how to deal with them, Karin approached me.
"Platoon leader, what do we do? Should we ask the captain for backup? Guys like that might be fine for me or you, but the newbies could have a tough time."
"Spears aside, brawling with swords or maces isn't something you pick up just from training."
But I shook my head.
"No need for that. Lucia, drench the new reinforcements' heads."
Karin tilted her head side to side.
"In this situation?"
"Especially in this one—we need to bog their feet down. Better than wasting magic thinning their numbers... Lucia!"
"Water that moistens and enriches the earth, infuse life into the ground! Water Splash!" ⟨ Water Splash ⟩
Lucia's staff, topped with a blue mana gem, flashed with azure light.
A massive, balloon-like orb of water formed above the heads of the chickenheads' reinforcements.
It burst with a 'pop,' soaking them to the skin.
The drenched bastards started grinning and laughing.
"Fuck, that's refreshingly cold. Now they're giving us a shower 'cause they think we're too hot? You brain-dead shits, heads rotted through?"
"Still hungover from last night's booze? That's why you're fucking around with water. Still feels damn good, though."
"Thanks for the cool splash, you idiot fucks."
They laughed as they charged toward us like rabid wild boars.
When wielding balanced weapons like swords and shields for offense and defense, charging with momentum is the best tactic.
You smash through incoming attacks and enemy lines with your shield, then stab the gaps with your sword—opponents have no answer.
'Those fuckers can actually fight.'
I clicked my tongue.
"Lucia! Lightning! Fry 'em with thunderbolts!"
Lucia thrust her staff forward.
"Yes! Power of the heavens that scorches the earth, manifest the divine authority before me! Lightning!"
"Power of the heavens that scorches the earth, manifest the divine authority before me! Lightning!" ⟨ Lightning ⟩
Magic or no, they kept cursing us and charging like boars.
The closer they got, the more cold sweat dripped from my new recruits...
But Lucia's spell struck them faster than they could reach us.
"Fuck, those pig bastards are all..."
It wasn't real thunder, but a white bolt crashed from the sky like lightning.
The charging foes froze in place, electrocuted on the spot.
"Worthless shits worse than dogs. Why show off for no reason?"
The electrocuted dead shat themselves, filling the air with piss, shit, and the acrid stench of charred flesh.
A few lucky ones twitched and flopped, still alive.
Can't let bastards who tried to kill us live.
"Finish 'em all."
At my order, the recruits slit throats or bashed skulls with maces, sparing them prolonged agony.
"Fuck, idiots who only know shoving people with shields."
With reinforcements wiped out, the chickenhead mercs shrank back again.
"Horny pig bastards."
"Shouldn't we surrender? Captain, we're fucked no matter how you look at it."
"Fuck, you got ransom value? Shut your traps and raise the retreat flag!"
Fine lords under the count might get mercy, but mercs get paid by enemy heads.
"Senior Karin, any charge order from Captain Dalton yet?"
Karin smirked, lifting one corner of her mouth.
"Charge order! Crush the brainless fucks in front of us! Chance to smack those Linepalz soldier pricks who bully us! Pull out every ounce of strength from your mama's milk days!"
When momentum's high and the situation allows, strike boldly.
Otherwise, the tide of war drags us under.
As resolve hardened, one guy vowed to hit the whores first if we survived.
"Mama's milk at my age? Fuck, if I survive today, that Emma bitch's tits are mine..."
His neighbor mocked him.
"Premature shit! Talk like you're some stamina king."
Baker strutted like hot shit.
"Gonna rack up merits this time, make bank, buy some armor."
I raised my sword high; soldiers clustered tight beside me.
"Get ready to run! Fuck, let's go lop off those bastards' heads!"
Shoulders touched shoulders in a tight pack.
Soon, Captain Dalton's voice boomed.
"Commander says fuck 'em hard! Don't pop off like a quick shooter!"
The whole merc corps surged as one toward the enemy.
Newbies, hardened by months of brutal training, synced with vets like a solid rock mass—heavy, unstoppable.
Yet fast as arrows.
Veterans, squad leaders, platoon leaders—even Captain Dalton—roared.
"Hesitate in a charge, and you lose! Fuckin' man up and ram 'em!"
"Don't wanna die? Eyes on the enemy ahead! Once yours drops, step over the corpse and keep going!"
"Just smash those losers' heads! Easy!"
I circulated aura through my body.
Like a pounding heart pumping blood, aura from my dantian flowed from head to toe.
No muscle strain, but kicking off the ground accelerated exponentially toward the foe.
A premonition swelled: killing enemies, surpassing my limits.
Excitement at proving my worth as a merc man by cutting them down.
From a title-less nobody, to riches, honor, women—life Korea denied.
Fuck, no wonder war nuts say it's better than sex.
"Fuck! Arrows and magic!"
Dalton ignored it, bellowing.
"Scared of this? Cut your dicks off and wear a skirt! Hesitate, and I'll beat you till you wish you died today!"
Arrows and spells rained on us.
"Fuck, dying like this..."
One hit by an arrow screamed and fell dead.
"Hot! Water, water!"
"Urk..."
Fireball victims writhed in agony, voiceless screams fading to death.
The battlefield cloaked in death's terror.
'Can't cower at this shit.'
Shaking off fear, after a minute's sprint, we slammed into the broken chickenhead lines.
Golden Chicken mercs' shattered formation vs. our ironclad unity.
"Fuck, you filthy boar shits!"
A terrified one shat himself but swung wildly in desperation.
Too sluggish to be lethal or threatening.
"Slow enough to yawn at, you slug fuck."
My platoon kept links tight, hunting stragglers.
"Die, you filthy bastards!"
"Chickenheads squealing like chickens even in death."
"One head, one silver... two..."
As we carved through, carving their formation, I spotted a mage in fancy robes glaring at me.
"Fuck, mountains beyond mountains, huh?"