I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy - Chapter 90

EP.90

The sound of the horse’s hooves echoing, the power of the horse felt through my butt when it kicks the dirt floor, and the feeling of the distance between me and the enemy gradually narrowing.

This situation has been repeated hundreds of times since I was promoted to major and started riding horses.

Is it because I have never led hundreds of knights in combat before and held a lance at the forefront?

I felt like I was the main character in a movie.

In front of the upcoming battle, the tension that feels like my heart is about to burst, the confidence that no one can stop me, and the sense of freedom that comes from the crashing wind, on the other hand, the anxiety that I might die in this state. The lives of countless knights are under my command. The burden that comes from the fact that it depends on each node, all these emotions started to fluctuate wildly.

“If you hesitate here and now, everything will go to waste! “Knights, follow me!”

Rather than getting caught up in useless thoughts, what I should do now is use my momentum to punch a hole in the waist of the barbarian in front of me with my spear.

After piercing the side of the barbarians with a spear, it is the commander’s duty to instruct the knight unit’s next path.

“Let’s create a clear air hole with a spear in the side of a barbarian who is no bigger than a dog!”

“Deus, please allow me to commit many righteous massacres today as well.”

“We must kill them all! “They are the battalion commander’s enemies!”

Hearing that shout, I kicked the spurs next to my horse hard to speed up the horse about a minute away from hitting the enemy.

After aiming the spear at the enemy’s torso, he lowered the helmet’s face covering with the hand holding the reins.

“Prepare for impact. Strengthen your thighs and hold on!”

It was only when I shouted like this that the barbarians noticed our approach and started shouting loudly.

“Khan Khan! Khan, please help me!”

“You idiot! Do you think Khan has the power to help people like us now?”

“If you change direction here, you’ll all die! “Just hang in there and hope you get lucky!”

Meanwhile, the spear in my hand pierced the body of the enemy in front of me as smoothly as if it were a chicken skewer.

I felt the heaviness and weight in my hands, as if I was sticking a stick into the mud… Was it because of the acceleration of the horse?

A level of burden was felt that was incomparable to that of killing an enemy with a sword or spear.

It got to the point where I thought that if I lost even a little bit of strength from my body like this, I might not be able to overcome the weight being applied to the spear and I would fly away.

Then, the horse I was riding crashed into the barbarian horse in front of me.

Perhaps because the nomad’s horse and the horse I was riding were more than twice as big in size and were also wearing iron armor, the barbarian’s horse flew away when it collided with my horse.

For a moment, I was dumbfounded by the amazing sight and stared at the hell unfolding before my eyes.

“You mean that too? Why are words so big? “It’s a monster!”

“Fuck, save me! “You bastards!!”

“Get off your horse! “Get off your horse!”

They were so shocked that they completely lost their minds and went crazy.

“Everybody get off your horses! Get off your horse and fight! If there is a spear nearby, pick it up. Otherwise, fight with a weapon such as a sword! “When the enemy is in confusion, we must kill at least one more person!”

When I said that, the knights who followed me all got off their horses, grabbed their weapons, and started killing the barbarians around them.

Cut and stab with a sword, break an earthen pot with a mace, or take advantage of the fact that you are wearing armor to smash their faces with your hands and feet.

“Long live Deus! Long live the Reich Empire!!”

“Let’s kill the barbarians and feed them flies and crows!”

“Don’t leave a single one alive!”

Like a child receiving a new toy, he started running wild.

Then, the archers were in great confusion as they were attacked by 300 knights.

The trees collapsed like new recruits receiving military training for the first time at a training center.

Even the most elite soldiers will inevitably take time to adapt to the collapse of their unit, which allows them to fight as a heavy attack group from an unexpected surprise enemy.

If we take advantage of this opportunity and kill at least one more person, it will be easy for the crumbling imperial infantry around us to temporarily reorganize their units and join the attack.

“Kill it first! Don’t hesitate! “They are heretics, rapists, and shameless people who sold our people as slaves to foreign countries!”

After giving that order and releasing the enemy to kill as many as possible, I sat back and thought for a while.

Where is the Ludvik cub that must be eliminated in this battle?

A coward like Nikolai of the Grand Duchy of Czechia would not have charged into the enemy lines, so there is no need to think of him as a standard.

In that case, it would be better to assume that he is a general whose name will be remembered in history and then analyze his political situation.

First of all, in order to gather together barbarian tribes and create and maintain a nation, one must use tremendous charisma and engage in a reign of terror.

So, that guy will always look confident and dignified and not afraid of death, and unlike the Empire, if he loses even once in battle.

His subordinates, who no longer trust him, will cut Ludvik’s head to survive, and may choose another leader or surrender to the empire…

“You’re a barbarian, and you’re taking steps that remind me of Admiral Yi Sun-sin. “Dirty rapist murderer.”

If he had any intention of facing a horrible death with his head blown off by his subordinates, he would have thought that it was his last chance and would have taken the risk and charged with the cavalry.

As the saying goes, ‘mortal life and death immediately’, those who fight with the readiness to die will live, and those who run away to survive will die.

If a general from another decent country made such a move, I would personally respect and respect him.

Thinking that a barbarian bastard did that makes me feel bad because it feels like countless great generals in history have been insulted.

“Knights, pay attention! Enemy General Ludvik is at the vanguard of the enemy cavalry! We leave the rest to the infantry around us. Don’t take care of the heads of these idiots! “What we’re aiming for is Ludvik’s supply and demand!”

When I said that, the knights who followed me stopped their one-sided slaughter and gathered around me.

I went in front of them and gave an order.

“All of us will penetrate into the cavalry’s interior!”

The knights responded to my words by raising their right hands holding weapons such as swords, maces, and axes.

“Let’s kill Ludvik!”

“Let’s go get fame and rewards!”

And we charged with the momentum of an arrow being fired towards the enemy cavalry, which was just about to settle the chaos.

In the process, some people were hit by the swords held by the barbarians, but thanks to the armor, injuries were rare.

The barbarians, wearing only one or two layers of chain armor, were easily injured by our swords or spears.

At the same time, was it because the knights I led cut off the barbarian cavalry and gave the imperial army time to regroup?

“Slaughter the barbarian! “Kill every single one of them!”

“1st Battalion! Stab it with a spear! “Stab and kill!”

“I will avenge the regiment commander!”

Even the infantry around them joined in and began killing the barbarian archers one by one.

As they began to be pushed back, the evil Ludviks tried to survive, even using the words they cherished like their lives as meat shields.

This guy has already applied the cavalry’s iron law of charging and 100% death if he fails to escape before the enemy comes to his senses.

Even if you resist like that, it will only delay the death time a little, but it doesn’t change the fact that those evil things die here.

Because of this, the area around me was already filled with knights, soldiers, and officers who were trying to change their fortunes by somehow finding Ludvik and killing him, making it difficult to even set foot on him.

Maybe it was because I was killing barbarians and continuing to look for the leader of the enemy, but in front of me was a guy who looked like the bastard Ludvik I was looking for.

That damn bastard probably thought that if he continued like this, the barbarian cavalry would be wiped out and the war would end in his defeat, than the risk of his identity being discovered and his death by our hands.

“Do you think I, the great Vasilov Ludvik Khan, will die here in vain like this? Come on everyone! “You pigs in the evil castle!”

Shouting like that, Ludvik stood at the front of his bodyguard and cut down the imperial soldiers with his sword.

As a man who rose to the rank of Khan of the nomads solely by force, he had the appearance of a long-boned general and had a muscular and nimble body that seemed to have endlessly trained his body for battle.

His entire body was already drenched in the blood of the imperial army, and he was swinging his sword without hesitation while emitting laser beams from his eyes… It was

scary for me to watch, but I had also prepared a lot for such an event, so the author Ludvik said: I thought that I had to defeat him and put an end to this war.

During my time at the academy, I honed the basics of all kinds of martial arts.

The combat experience I gained while standing at the forefront on numerous fronts dramatically raised my combat abilities, and whenever I had the opportunity, I often sparred with spears and swords with the knights under my command to find out what I was lacking and solve it with help.

When I was a professor at the Staff College, I achieved so much success that I even received the title of Semi-Master from the Sword Master belonging to the Brothers of the Sword.

Therefore, when it comes to handling a spear or a sword, there is no longer any need to lose to anyone like when you were at the academy…

“That damn Ludvik bastard will be taken care of by me, Peter Jaeger, commander of the 24th Regiment!”

After saying that, I pointed my sword at the guy as if challenging him to a duel and ran away, swinging my sword straight at my head.

Ludvik smiled at me and swung his sword in the same trajectory, and the sound of the swords clashing echoed throughout the battlefield.

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