I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy - Chapter 167
EP.167
Before dawn the next day.
A barracks exclusively for the Dukes of Switzerland near Dolfino Castle.
Christian von Duke of Switzerland couldn’t sleep and couldn’t control his anger, so he cried out, tearing his head with both hands.
“Peter Yeager!!! Even if you kill him alive by pulling out all his internal organs and turning them into sausages, he won’t mind! Fuck! Fuck!! “Fuck!!!”
Shouting like that, he threw all the things in his barracks to the ground and let out a yell that was close to a scream.
If a stranger were to see it from the outside, they would think that a truly lost person was being quarantined.
This cannot be said to be completely wrong, as he was currently in a state of semi-lost consciousness due to the harsh reality that faced him.
“And you damned prince! A bastard who claims to be the commander of a large army leaves his subordinates behind and is the first to run away? You cowardly, dirty bastard. You’re such a piece of trash that you’ll eat pig shit! I prepared for two or three years to catch you!! why!!”
In the duke’s eyes, the crown prince was a cowardly scumbag worth splashing in excrement and killing, but from a strategic point of view, he was.
The fact that the Crown Prince fled as soon as he was isolated by the Swiss army was an exquisite response to prevent the worst-case scenario.
In addition, pouring all kinds of curses at the enemy commander on the battlefield means that the stronger the curse, the more praise you give to the enemy.
The more he disparages the crown prince, the more he praises him.
“Besides, what is that damned bastard who barely managed to protect himself and ran away? Pay 50,000 gold as compensation?! “A bastard like a heretic who will end up in hell…”
The one who got scared on Richen Hill and ran away like a puppy dog wagging its tail.
I remember the image of him proudly asking people to hand over money when he returned home.
The Duke of Switzerland’s anger, which had calmed down, began to heat up again.
So he let out his anger by trampling on the innocent dirt floor, and gradually regained his senses as a duke running a country called Switzerland.
Eventually, he returned to his camp bed, buried his face in the pillow, and muttered quietly.
“But I don’t think he really wants to fight us. If they were really planning on fighting, they would have come in with their heads down to make us relax our guard even a little. Even if that weren’t the case, they wouldn’t have gone as far as saying nonsense about openly attacking the Swiss military.”
As the Duke said, under normal circumstances, if the Reich Crown Prince’s intention to attack Switzerland was real.
It would be much more advantageous to catch them off guard rather than giving them time to prepare by needlessly saying they are ready to wage war at any time.
Therefore, even the nobles of Switzerland, who were suspicious of the Duke’s words even though he was now making bread with flour, unanimously agreed that the Crown Prince had no intention of starting a war.
“Still, he might come out to attack. For now, we should let the soldiers rest as much as possible and get out of here as soon as the day after tomorrow. Anyway, I lost this war…”
Just as the duke was acknowledging his reality and starting to contemplate whether he should just throw it all away and commit suicide, a loud roar was heard outside the barracks.
“All you Swiss bastards who are no better than dogs, die! “Avenge the 7th Division!”
“They are no better than dogs and pigs who dared to invade the empire’s land. Leave no one alive! “Knock off his head and kill him!”
“Only death suits the bandits who invaded the Reich Empire. Let’s kill him!”
Hearing those words, the duke’s brain quickly turned and came to the following conclusion.
‘Fuck we’re done.’
And just then, the duke’s barracks suddenly opened and a messenger ran in and spoke in a loud voice.
“The Crown Prince of the Reich Empire made a surprise attack with 50,000 troops. Your Excellency, you must flee now! “It’s dangerous here!”
When Duke Christian von of Switzerland heard those words, he felt as if something had snapped in his head.
So he hit himself hard on the cheek.
Of course, because everything was real, only the cheek where I got hit felt a tingling pain.
From afar, he could hear the death sounds of his soldiers dying, and the smell of blood from the dead soldiers reached him inside the barracks, irritating his nose. Reich walked around the Swiss camp through the slightly open barracks door, catching the dawn light of dusk as he killed his allies. The soldiers came into view.
From the Reich Imperial Army’s point of view, it was an exhilarating battlefield where they killed those who harassed them, but for the Duke of Switzerland and his legions, this place has now become hell.
“No, no… you can’t fucking do this! “This can’t be happening!”
He shouted in a loud voice as if he was denying the terrible reality, but the situation was already so urgent that no one tried to comfort him.
“Attend His Excellency the Duke! We must return to Switzerland with His Excellency the Duke! “Fucking bastards, hurry up!”
“If your Excellency dies here or gets captured, it’s the end for us! “It’s over!”
“Even if we have to drag the Duke along, we must quickly send him to Zurich, the capital of the duchy!”
Meanwhile, the nobles of the principality went out to fight against the Reich imperial army with swords and spears, without proper armor.
“die! Damn Reich bastards! It won’t be so easy to cut off my head!”
“Even if 20 of you guys attack me, they won’t be able to defeat me!”
“Brave soldiers of Switzerland, follow me, Baron Ain! Let us fight and die with honor! “Let’s not run away cowardly!”
Those who went out to fight like that were forced to give up their lives in order to protect the honor of the nation of Switzerland and their family property.
No one seemed willing to risk their life for the Duke of Switzerland, who made numerous mistakes in this battle.
The duke has now learned that fact.
He was devastated that his position had almost fallen to the ground…but bad things tend to happen one after another.
“This is the flag of the Imperial Army’s 7th Division! “Major Jaeger is fighting with us!”
“It’s Director Jaeger! “The warden is cutting down the evil invaders himself!”
“Long live the Reich Empire! Long live Division Commander Jaeger! Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!!”
News came that Major General Peter Jaeger, whom the Swiss army hated so much, was standing at the vanguard of the Reich army, brutally cutting down his own soldiers.
The Swiss soldiers all recalled the nightmare of fighting against the Sword Master, or rather a monster that had surpassed the realm of humans, on Richen Hill.
A monster that never rested for a single day for over a month, always standing at the forefront with a small number of troops, and personally cutting down more than 10 allies in a single fight.
Yet he never gets tired and swings his sword leisurely as if making fun of himself.
The spirit and cruel venom of the soldiers of the 7th Division who united around that monster and fought without sparing their lives.
All of those elements were imprinted with great fear in the memories of the Swiss soldiers, even in their souls.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m a mercenary and all, but I’m running away! I’d rather fight with my bare body against the enemy knight, Nari. “If I fight with Director Jaeger again, I won’t be a human bastard.”
“mom! mom! Why the fuck does that monster show up again? After cutting up hundreds of people on Richen Hill for a month, it’s time to look after them. “You bastard who has no conscience or morals!”
“… If I had known this would happen, I would have just deserted. “Why is Director Yeager there?”
And among the soldiers, disregard for the nobility’s control began to appear.
So, at first, the nobles attempted to maintain control by cutting down and killing the fleeing soldiers in order to somehow maintain the line and force the duke to retreat.
As they saw that control was not working and the number was increasing, they felt that everything was already over and despaired.
“Damn Duke! Damn Major Jaeger!”
“Attend His Excellency the Duke! “We must get you to Zurich at all costs!”
“We lost this war. So, save your life!”
In this way, the nobles informed the exhausted soldiers that they had already been defeated and ordered them to flee to preserve their lives as much as possible… but
from the front, the knights ran toward them with lances pointed at them, and from behind, the infantry led by Major General Jaeger. This is a coordinated attack situation.
“Easier said than done! “Fucking noble bastards!”
“Shut up and run away! “As long as you go into that fucking forest, no one will chase you!”
“… Is this war?”
In this way, in the early morning of this day, countless Swiss soldiers were slaughtered by the imperial army.
Meanwhile, the Duke of Switzerland, the commander-in-chief of the Swiss army, somehow managed to safely return to Zurich under the escort of soldiers.
Switzerland lost a total of 44,000 soldiers out of 100,000 soldiers mobilized as a defensive force.
If this happens, strategically it will be a draw between the Empire and Switzerland.
If analyzed at a tactical level, it was a landslide victory for the empire.
Therefore, the Crown Prince was able to maintain his position to some extent despite his track record of failing to detect a double agent during an expedition and putting the entire army in danger.
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