I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy - Chapter 8

EP.8

After a magnificent trumpet sound sounded for about 30 seconds, soldiers from both friendly and enemy armies dressed in stylish armor stood on the battlefield.

Afterwards, the division commanders of the Reich Army and the Francois Republic swore at each other, bringing up the personal wealth of each other’s country and the division commander’s family.

As someone who still has the sensibilities of a modern person, it was emotionally difficult for me to understand why they did that right before the start of the war.

The Reich Academy taught that blaming each other like this was a great help in waging war.

This is because soldiers who not only have no sense of protecting their country but also have nothing to gain from war have no reason to fight, so their only interest is to survive and return home quickly.

However, I learned that when the division commander criticizes the enemy instead, making them think that we are stronger than the enemy, and when they are criticized by the enemy, it burns hatred toward the enemy who criticized them, which has the effect of boosting morale and reducing the fear of death.

In addition, it is written that an enemy commander may lose his mind due to anger, but it is rare for a person, such as the commander of an army, to lose his mind due to padrep.

In any case, the soldiers reacted more violently than expected despite low-level criticism that was incomparable to Korea’s firework swearing.

“Damn you Francois! “Is it because the Reich Empire’s sausages are just the size of a thumb because ours are the same?”

“Things that will tear you to death! Just kill them all!”

“But didn’t you say that these commanders are a ragtag bunch of people who fight by the collar every day? “I will win easily.”

I have often heard that the concentration of knowledge is different between learning in theory and experiencing it directly.

If it’s this effective, as a platoon leader, I should speak to the guys with Korean spirit.

Also, in this world, like medieval or early modern Europe, it is polite to look like a gentleman in front of women, but on the battlefield, it is considered knowledgeable to speak in a manly manner without distinction.

It is best to exhale strongly once.

“Attention Jaeger Platoon! The reason the Francois Republic commanders and soldiers said our dicks were the size of sausages was because they had seen them all their lives. “Shouldn’t we teach those who can barely function as men how to fight on their way to the end?”

Laughter broke out among the soldiers, and after a while, drums sounded and flags were raised, ordering the entire army to charge.

“Well then, if you fight like you trained so far, you can win. Surely there is no coward here who would be scared by the magic or arrows fired by these poor bastards who almost lost their man?! “Advance!”

At the same time, our company slowly and majestically walked towards the enemy at the forefront of the battalion.

Soldiers of the Francois Republic Army also began to approach at the same speed as us.

Every time I took a step forward, I honestly felt overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the battlefield and the unique intimidation of the tens of thousands of people from both armies combined.

To be honest, I wanted to fight against Francois as quickly as even a second, and I even thought that I would feel more at ease if I ran wild on the front line, so I wanted to run with all my might.

If you don’t know when to run with all your might and when not to, you may not have the strength to fight when it’s important.

As I was suppressing my impatience due to fear, taking a breath, and moving slowly, I saw arrows and magic flying towards each other from both allies and enemies.

If you do not gradually increase your speed, your allies will be killed by more magic and arrows before they can engage the enemy.

The company commander must have thought so too, as he shouted loudly while conveying orders with a flag and a drum.

“There are more bastards who die from magic or arrow attacks than those who get stabbed by spears! Speed up! Moving on to breaking news!”

It is human instinct to feel that charging into a densely packed square of spear soldiers is much more scary than an invisible arrow flying from afar.

As evidence, for example, if you aim at the face with a fist or a baseball bat from a close distance, most people will automatically close their eyes, but if you aim at the face with a gun from a distance, they will think of dodging instead of closing their eyes…

Since ancient times. Until modern warfare, it has always been long-distance weapons that kill the most people.

One day, when I was studying war history, there was a record that according to Japanese war history, there were two to three times more people killed by arrows and rifles than those killed by spears or swords.

But does that mean that after sprinting a distance of a few hundred meters with all your might, you will run out of strength and become food for the enemy spearmen when you actually face them? Does this mean that this is the best?

“According to the orders of the Jaeger Platoon Company Commander, increase your speed! If you don’t want to become a hedgehog who gets hit with arrows and magic and gets burned bright red, speed up! But don’t just run because you’re scared!”

At the same time, our company, and both the Reich Imperial Army and the François Republic Army, increased their marching speed.

Countless arrows and various types of magic, such as fire and lightning, rushed towards the two armies like waves.

It would have been a spectacular sight if seen in a movie, but to those involved in the war, it was no different from a cosmic horror.

And soon after, the screams of soldiers hit by arrows and magic were heard.

“Ahh!”

“mom! it hurts!! help me!!”

I pretended not to know them, or even pretended not to hear them, so I had no time to turn my attention to them, who were allies and possibly members of the same platoon.

Because arrows and magic are still pouring down like rain.

After running 150 meters, which felt like an eternity, the distance between us approached 50 meters.

Allied and enemy wizards, along with soldiers holding large shields, began to rush forward across the gaps in each unit’s formation.

The wizards were already running and chanting, and the soldiers holding shields went in front of them and covered themselves with their shields.

“The wizards are trying to shoot magic at our platoon! When they hold out their staffs and bodies to fire magic, the crossbowmen aim and shoot at them all at once! The lives of your comrades are in your hands!”

The guys with crossbows behind them, as if they knew it, moved to a position where they could avoid friendly wizards and aim at enemy wizards.

When enemy wizards try to cast magic towards our platoon.

“Die, you damned bastards who pretend to be knowledgeable!”

The arrows fired by the crossbowmen hit the enemy wizard, and our wizards created a hole in the formation of the enemy infantry company.

The morale of the enemy infantry fell when they saw that while some enemy soldiers were reduced to black charcoal or were hit by flying stones and their bodies fell apart, our company was still intact.

“The Jaeger Platoon fights against the enemy together with me. Don’t be afraid, just follow the training and you will easily win! Ready to roll up the first row of platoon windows! Let’s rush in!”

And our platoon followed my commands and moved just as it had shown in the mock battle.

This is an operation in which the first line completely removes the enemy’s polearms, creating an opening, and the soldiers of the second line take advantage of the gap and attack all at once.

When he stabbed like that, as many as four of the enemy soldiers died in the first attack.

Is it because he shot and killed a wizard in his first battle and was active in a battle between spearmen?

The trembling and tension I felt when I first stood on the battlefield suddenly disappeared, and I felt like I could do anything.

Of course, thoughts are just thoughts, and if you fill up your lungs with air for no reason, you will be stabbed ugly by the enemy.

I have no intention of going on a rampage beyond what my unit and I are capable of.

However, the capabilities of the unit that came together as one unit seemed to be greater than I expected, and before I knew it, the company’s attack began to focus on our platoon.

We sent a flag signal to check if we had acted too needlessly, but the company commander responded that it was okay to fight as is.

And our platoon continued to push the enemy with that momentum and annihilated a significant number of enemy soldiers.

With the sound of drums, a signal for the subsequent company commander to change behind was sent.

It was truly appropriate timing considering that if soldiers stood at the vanguard for too long, they would become exhausted and unable to fight.

If you get more greedy here, you might end up in trouble.

“Crossbowmen shoot the enemy spearmen first. Then, the first line walks with the spear once like when they first charged in, and the second line stabs the enemy and goes to rest!”

After gaining time to switch with the follow-up unit, all members of the 4th company returned to the rear and had time to rest.

The entire battalion was largely divided into three groups: an attack group, a rear guard group, and a rest group. The group that was in charge of the vanguard was exempted from rear guard, so they could rest for about 30 minutes.

Sergeant Schmitz and other members of the platoon could have boasted about their bravery or grieved for their dead comrade, but they were so exhausted that they stretched out on the ground to rest or quietly drank water.

I think it’s because I’m so tired that I can’t afford to do that.

I wanted to stretch out on the ground and rest like them, but after seeing that the enemy unexpectedly easily broke through, I thought of a strategy that would allow me to establish a martial arts attack.

I went to the company commander and told him.

“Company Commander, I thought of a good strategy. Could you please review it?”

It’s not a very good attitude for a company commander who has been fighting to the death for 15 minutes to make suggestions about operations during his short break.

Rather than fighting to the death, shouldn’t you suffer a little more and make achievements to get a chance to be promoted?

A word from the author (author review)

PS. When we look at a medieval spear formation, we think that the shoulders are close enough to fit completely together, but in reality, they are about 80cm apart on each side.

In other words, there is a space where one person can move back and forth holding a large shield.

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