Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Battle of Senne Plains (5)
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"This looks perfect for taking just one bite, doesn't it?"
Just as I said, the fight raging to the right of our White Beard Corps between Captain Dalton and the enemy mercenaries was an ideal situation for us to jump in and claim our share.
Unlike us, who had just wiped out the Black Lily bastards, Dalton's main force was throwing everything they had into battling the enemy.
"Die, you damned sparrow bastards!"
Sparrow—no, judging by the shout, they were probably the White Eagle Mercenary Corps—the enemy mercenaries were holding their own evenly against Dalton's main force.
"You're the one who's gonna die, you beard-only freak!"
Our main force numbered four hundred, while the White Sparrows—or Eagles—had about six hundred. In terms of soldier skill and combat power, we seemed to have the edge.
Karin sidled up and chimed in.
"Looks like our guys and those White Sparrows are perfectly balanced. They're both going all out, so neither has any reserves. If we charge in, the tide turns in one shot, right?"
With over five years as a mercenary, she knew exactly what I had in mind.
Just as she said, in a situation like this, all we had to do was act as the tipping weight, and we could inflict massive damage on the enemy in an instant.
Like how a shaky scale tips over with just a light tap from an unexpected direction.
"And look, Dalton's even raised the flag calling in all nearby allied units that can join. We're going, obviously?"
"Wouldn't dream of missing it, senpai. Minimal effort for maximum glory—it's a no-brainer."
Karin gave a wry smile and shrugged.
"You've changed a bit since becoming a hundred-man leader. Scheming for merits like this."
"They say the position makes the man, right? And my job is to keep as many of these hundred guys under me alive as possible and rake in the cash."
"Yeah, that's pretty cool."
After a quick chat, I issued orders to the archers and mages.
"We're punching through the enemy's left center in a wedge formation. So, rain arrows and spells on their left."
The moment I gave the command, my mages and archers unleashed on the enemy mercenaries.
"Loose arrows like crazy!"
"Can't set our own guys ablaze, so hurl earth magic boulders!"
"Earth, return the foes before me to dust! Stone Bullet!"
It wasn't some epic scene from a bard's tale—just the archers and mages attached to a single hundred-man unit.
A smattering of arrows like a drizzle, and crude earth magic...
But the power was undeniably solid.
Those hit by arrows clutched their wounds in agony.
"Argh, fuck... arrow..."
Those struck by stone bullets from spells had their heads, arms, or chests crushed.
"Cough... you fucking... ambush..."
Lucia's incantation was longer than most, but she conjured a heftier boulder for it.
"Root of the mountain, shelter for beasts at rest, mighty rock—crush the enemy before me! Stone Shot!"
A boulder the size of a cow's torso—no exaggeration—shot forward like a cannonball.
Those hit were pulped into meat paste, and the mid-tier magic sent the survivors into instant panic.
"Fuck, ambush!"
"What ambush? Our flank's been breached!"
"Black Lilies are all dead! Get ready!"
Even in their chaos, they tried to respond admirably, but it didn't change the gaping hole in their formation.
And the dead weren't coming back.
Meanwhile, our mercenaries locked in a bloody exchange with the White Sparrows erupted in cheers.
"Martin's hundred-man unit!"
"Fuck, those bastards are wiped!"
"Push forward!"
Seizing the enemy's confusion, Dalton and our main force surged ahead, shredding them with renewed vigor.
Just a slight nudge to a perfectly balanced scale, and the battle had already shifted, exactly as I'd predicted.
It felt like omnipotence—my single command deciding the life and death, fortune and misery of hundreds.
No, it wasn't just a feeling; the situation had completely flipped on my order.
Excitement heated my blood, my heart pounding with an emotion I'd never known.
"This is the shit."
I raised my sword, drawing all eyes.
"We're heading for those panicking White Sparrows ahead. Form wedge around me! Time to slash their left flank in one go!"
On my command, my hundred mercenaries snapped into formation around me.
What used to be me charging ahead with squads following had evolved—I now dictated the flow.
It was thrilling, exhilarating to the point of madness.
"Fucking electric."
The White Sparrows weren't brain-dead; they quickly countered my raid.
Their captain-looking guy bellowed with aura-infused voice.
"Block those bearded fucks charging in! Throw every reserve we've got!"
Their rearguard rushed forward at breakneck speed.
"Fuck, hurry! If the left breaks, we're all dead!"
"You think I don't know?!"
"Your squad's on the far left, you thick-headed prick!"
They tried reforming to block me, but it all looked pathetic.
Desperate reorganization beat nothing, sure...
But squads tangled crossing paths, clueless on linking up.
Not from weakness, but lack of training for this.
In summary, the White Eagle Mercenary Corps was...
'Trying to plug a leak with tape.'
I pointed my sword forward and charged the enemy.
"White Beard Mercenary Corps, Hundred-Man Leader Martin Meyer advances! Only come block me if you wanna die!"
Of course, those half-assed spearmen forming a phalanx wouldn't yield easily.
True to form, the White Eagles thrust spears at me.
"Even an Aura Expert's just human!"
"Thrust without gaps—he dies!"
"Die, you cowardly dog!"
Spears lunged in unison, steel blades flashing blindingly.
A normal soldier would've panicked or died from sheer inadequacy.
'Not bad even in a pinch.'
I'd underestimated these flank scrubs, but they had decent skill.
Just terribly unlucky opponents.
"As if, you lot!"
Before their tips reached my throat and vitals, I swung my sword in a small arc.
My aura-laced blade sheared through spearheads and shafts.
Severed metal clanged, wood thudded as pieces fell.
In less than a second, victory and despair parted us.
"Fuck?"
"Monster..."
"That's human?"
Aura alone transcends human limits; an Expert could arm-wrestle a bear and win, no exaggeration.
So yeah, in a way, I wasn't human.
I smirked into their despairing eyes and taunted.
"First time seeing an Expert?"
Without waiting for reply, I smashed one's face with my sword's pommel.
"Follow me, lads!"
My shout drew a massive roar from behind.
"Fuck yeah, after the hundred-man leader!"
"Don't lag!"
"Puke while running if you have to!"
My role: lead at a pace they could match, carving through the self-proclaimed White Eagles.
I reined in my speed, harvesting lives one by one.
Throat here, waist there, arm or leg on others.
Limb losers bled out in minutes of agony, but I had no time.
No leisure for knightly mercy daggers to carotid-slice.
"You try to kill, be ready to die, punk."
Using impact from collisions, I bulldozed deeper like a drill.
Slashing foes left and right, over and over...
Until I spotted the White Beard captain's banner symbolizing Dalton.
I bellowed with aura.
"Captain, reinforcements here!"
Dalton replied incredulously.
"You got here disgustingly fast, punk. Let's take this White Eagle—no, sparrow bastards' captain's head. Show 'em how badass we are."