I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 110

Episode 110 Revolution Defense War – Decisive Battle (2)

While the main forces clashed fiercely with each other, the task of the light cavalry chasseurs was to scout out the enemy’s hidden cards and aim for the enemy’s flank to disperse the enemy’s forces.

The revolutionary army expected that the enemy’s light cavalry, the hussars, would not be able to suppress the chasseurs.

However, the offensive and defensive battle surrounding the hilly area of the battlefield was a little different from what the revolutionary army expected.

“Hey!”

Jérôme Morel, leading the chasseurs of the chasseurs, was galloping across the hilly area, kicking the butt of his horse.

Normally, if the Chasseurs were running like this, equipped with carbines and sabers, the enemy hussars, armed only with sabers, were busy running away –

“Tsk, take a detour!”

Morel had to stop talking immediately after seeing the scene ahead.

However, in the cavalry there are always those who are so overheated by the heat of the charge that they cannot control themselves.

They were running furiously without knowing what to do, but when gunshots rang out one after another, people came out screaming and falling off their horses.

“Ha damn. “It’s not easy.”

Morel clicked his tongue.

Unlike the Chasseurs, who were armed with carbines for anti-combat warfare from the beginning, their hussars were not properly trained in mounted shooting nor were they equipped with standard carbines, so they could not imitate the Chasseurs.

Instead, the imperial army brought a large number of horseback infantry dragoons to this battle.

Although they do not have the ability to charge and fire as flexibly as the Chasseurs and draw their swords to jump into close combat, they move in step with the hussars and when the Chasseurs approach, they fire from horseback or from a hippopotamus.

It is a last resort measure and cumbersome, so it is not very suitable for reconnaissance missions in a wide area, but in such a limited battlefield, it is effective in its own way against the Chasseurs.

Morel lifted his binoculars and watched from a distance, his chasseurs and the enemy dragoons falling from their horses while shooting each other, and then spat on the floor.

“Tsk, the good days of eating raw are gone.”

“The sacrifice is not small, General.”

“It looks like the Empire has prepared well this time.”

Morel shook his head in response to the advisor’s words.

They are not outnumbered, but they are not overpowered either.

For the enemy, who had been overwhelmed by the Chasseurs throughout the war, this alone was a huge step forward.

As a result, the Chareurs failed to perform as expected.

Morel sighed and reluctantly gave the command.

“Send a messenger to the Marquis and tell him that it will take some time for us to subdue the enemy light cavalry.”

* * *

“Don’t back down! “Don’t back down!”

Nicola Ne, in charge of the vanguard infantry, walked around behind the front line infantry, shouting in a loud voice without stopping.

“Fight firmly! Nicola you are with you!”

It was an amazing display of bravery in a situation where the line infantry was engaged in a firefight with bullets raining down right in front of them, but the situation was not good.

“Kaaak!”

“My legs hurt…!”

The imperial army surges forward with its overwhelming superiority in troops.

Although they fought hard with Ne’s encouragement, the revolutionary army was losing its spirit in front of the endlessly approaching imperial army.

“Damn it…”

The Revolutionary Army’s cuirassiers retreated after engaging the enemy cuirassiers.

Strictly speaking, it was a move closer to a withdrawal to collect the wounded rather than a defeat, but in the eyes of the front-line infantrymen, it was either withdrawal or defeat.

The cavalry, which had never retreated once deployed after the start of the war, retreated.

That alone agitated the revolutionary army, while the imperial army did the opposite.

The enemy cavalry, which had forced the revolutionary cavalry to retreat, was now eagerly targeting our infantry on the flank of the enemy line.

In order to cover this, you had to keep a reserve unit in a situation where you were already outnumbered in troops, and as a result, your unit was noticeably pushed back.

“This is crazy!”

In the end, a soldier ran away unable to bear the loss, and you ran over and slapped the soldier in the face.

“Don’t back down! Are you planning to abandon your comrades and run away?”

“Are you sorry-”

“Ahhhh!”

Even while you were holding on to that soldier, screams erupted from all over and the soldiers who were watching eventually turned their backs and started running away one by one.

“Damn it. Retreat! “Retreat to the second camp and reorganize!”

In the end, you had no choice but to give instructions.

* * *

“From assassins to dragoons.”

“Yes, Your Excellency the Marquis. “The enemy’s reinforcements were only 10,000, so I thought that was a small number for an empire, but it seems it wasn’t just reinforcements.”

After hearing Chief of Staff Werther’s words, I slowly wiped my face.

Indeed, Archduke Leopold. The time of confrontation wasn’t wasted.

To cover the inferior strength of the knights, he launched a surprise attack by mixing heavy cavalry with assassins and regained some control over the battlefield with dragoons to assist the hussars.

Although the reinforcements were only 10,000, they were only brought in to make up for the areas where the imperial army had been overwhelmed by the revolutionary army.

I turned my gaze and saw gas cylinders, knights, and heavy cavalry hanging out in the relief barracks.

Eris is standing in the middle of them, concentrating and emitting light.

After thinking for a while, Eris opened her eyes.

“This is the same poison that the Count of Aquitaine suffered.”

As soon as I heard that, my anger rose.

The image of Christine lying limply, soaked in blood, eats away at my brain.

In the end, they even mobilized assassins who openly used demonic items?

No, this is war. We also went so far as to poison our supplies, so this should have been expected.

I took a deep breath, calmed down a bit, and asked Eris.

“…Is treatment possible, Your Majesty?”

At that time, Eris was almost exhausted just from treating Christine and Baron Charon.

It is said that the divine power is much stronger now than then…

“It is possible now. I will, but it takes time. “You won’t be able to participate in the battle.”

“….”

Gaston is suffering from death.

The cuirassier cavalry, which has been playing the role of a fire brigade by winning battle after battle until now, has suffered significant sacrifices, been gastoned, and is intimidated by the presence of assassins.

Since they have gained the upper hand in cavalry warfare, which we have been overwhelming until now, the enemy’s spirit will also increase.

“under.”

Indeed, Archduke Leopold.

The morale of the soldiers must have been a mess, but we made up for it by using the hidden card to show that we had the upper hand on the side that had been overwhelming us so far.

“The morale of the cuirassiers is low due to General Gaston’s injury. As long as there are assassins, we cannot rush to send them in, and if His Majesty leaves the front line due to the numerical inferiority…”

Werther looked at me, but then swallowed dryly and opened his mouth.

“We might lose.”

I turned to Gaston, who was looking limp and pale.

Although others may not know, Gaston must be saved.

I still haven’t been able to properly repay the person who died fighting for me even before my return.

Before that, he was the strongest knight in Francia. The life of an individual soldier is of different importance.

Even if it wasn’t him, the heavy cavalry here now were elite soldiers who had trained in magic. You must survive.

But –

how many people will die in this battle?

I have already deployed Nicolae’s vanguard troops. Knowing that they would be defeated, he sent them out to fight fiercely and be defeated.

It is a sacrifice that they all made because it was necessary.

There will be further sacrifices throughout this battle. Among them, I thought there must be several thousand soldiers that Eris could protect and save.

Can we really say that Gaston and their lives are more precious than all of them?

…Will Eris agree? Who is the saint who stands on the battlefield to save people?

When I looked up, Eris was looking at me and then opened her mouth.

“Marquis de Lafayette.”

“your majesty.”

“Give orders. “At least on the battlefield, I am not your superior.”

“…Sir Gaston, please heal the knights.”

“That’s your judgment as commander-in-chief, right?”

This is not a judgment to save my knight as the Marquis of Lafayette.

Is this your judgment as the commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army protecting Francia?

Unwavering purple eyes are looking straight at me.

“…yes. “I will lead this battle to victory.”

Eris answered with a slight smile.

“I believe it. Marquis. Not only me, but everyone in the revolutionary army will trust you, Marquis.”

“…Please take care of Gaston and these people, Your Majesty.”

I answered, feeling that trust and weight.

Gas cylinder is neutralized.

Eris leaves.

The Chasseurs can no longer overwhelm their light cavalry.

The proud knights and cuirassiers were intimidated by enemy assassins.

Any advantage we had during that time was gone.

All that remains is a head-to-head battle against Archduke Leopold with inferior troops.

“Chief of Staff Ghazi. “It is time for a decisive battle.”

“ancient! “Your Excellency the Marquis!”

* * *

“Ugh, damn it! “Why did the vanguard collapse so quickly?”

Count Damien de Mirbeau lost his temper by pulling his hair out.

General Nikolai’s vanguard did not collapse quickly.

Rather, they tend to hold out for quite a long time even when they are at an overwhelming disadvantage.

However, this was probably a good problem for Damien, the commander of the second line, who was facing the most intense offensive since the defeat of the vanguard.

“The messenger has returned!”

A woman’s voice that did not fit the command barracks rang out, causing Damien to furrow his brows and nod his head without even looking away.

“Okay, good work.”

Giselle Darby was originally a member of Casel’s cavalry regiment, but Damien immediately took her as his direct messenger after competing.

A cavalry regiment. If you live until you’re 30, you never know when you’ll die if you put yourself in a place where you’ll be called a coward.

It is unacceptable for an officer candidate, whom the Count of Aquitaine is interested in, to die unexpectedly in his unit.

While I was thinking that, messengers came running.

“Your Excellency the Count! “This is a request for reinforcements from the 13th Infantry Regiment!”

“Your Excellency the Count! “The 17th Infantry Regiment is also requesting reinforcements!”

“Mr. Oh. You think I’m creating an infantry corps?

Damien pulled out his hair again.

Never before has the presence of the cuirassier cavalry, which was dispatched as a fire brigade to every urgent front line and destroyed the enemy, been so desperately needed.

The news that Gaston and several of the best cavalry were fatally wounded by assassins mixed with the enemy cavalry was known only to the commander or general level, but the morale of the revolutionary army plummeted due to the presence of the invisible friendly heavy cavalry and the enemy heavy cavalry moving around and targeting the flanks. It’s in progress.

And the imperial army, which had been unable to launch a proper offensive due to our cuirassiers, is now fully gaining momentum and launching a fierce attack.

“Not yet, not yet…”

Nicolae’s vanguard stood on the battlefield to be defeated.

Damien de Mirbeau’s army also stood on the battlefield to be defeated.

But that’s not it yet.

At least, we must hold out until the moment the Marquis de Lafayette wants us to believe that the Imperial Army has finally broken through.

However, help is already being requested here and there, and reserve forces are limited. Where should I prioritize?

At times like this, I was extremely jealous of the Marquis de Lafayette.

Because he has subordinates who will take care of him while he walks around the front lines and assesses the situation with his own eyes.

As Damien was pondering, Giselle, who had been silent next to him, opened her mouth.

“Your Excellency, may I make a comment?”

Not

“Where is the officer candidate you are writing from-” .

Now that I think about it, I’m not a shabby officer candidate in a precious place.

He was a precious person who came to this squalid place. The damn Count of Aquitaine is interested.

Damien opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth trembling, without making eye contact.

“What? Tell me. “Dabi officer candidate.”

“From what I saw while traveling as a messenger, the condition of the 13th Infantry Regiment was not good, but the enemy flocking towards it seemed to be in disarray and in need of reorganization. The sustainability of the offensive will decrease. On the other hand, I saw enemy reserves approaching the 17th Infantry Regiment’s side. Therefore, I believe that the salvation of the 17th Infantry Regiment takes priority.”

Damien opened his mouth.

Let alone the arrogance of an officer candidate who dares to give advice to the commander, he figured it all out in just a brief moment as a messenger?

Does this make sense?

However, Damien was left without a proper advisor as he was surrounded by loyal fools who were waiting for his judgment and orders every day.

Even though it was absurd, I was wondering if it was possible.

…They said tactics were almost the highest score at the military academy.

“…Can you take responsibility for that?”

Giselle Darby answered immediately without pausing for a moment.

“As a soldier, I understand the weight of life hanging on one’s words!”

Damien’s eyes, which had been quite downcast when he first came to report to his direct messenger, were burning with enthusiasm, so Damien unconsciously avoided his gaze and spoke to the messenger who was waiting for reinforcements in front of him.

“good. Reserve units are deployed to the 17th Infantry Regiment. The 13th Infantry Regiment tells us to hold on just a little longer. “We will provide support soon.”

“ancient!”

“Ah, I understand, Your Excellency Count…”

The messengers ran out and Damien spoke softly.

“If your judgment is correct, I will forgive you for the rudeness of daring to comment to Count Damien de Mirbeau, the famous leader of this revolutionary army, Officer Candidate Darby.”

“Your Excellency the old earl.”

“….”

When only the two of us were left, it felt awkward.

“messenger!”

But I wasn’t expecting a messenger asking for reinforcements!

While Damien was getting nervous, the messenger saluted and handed out an order.

“This is an order sent by His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette. “Your Excellency the Count.”

“Oh, let’s see!”

Damien de Mirbeau quickly took the order, opened it, and then furrowed his brows.

He will soon command a cuirassier and jump into battle, so you should hold out until then and then retreat?

“Did this person really go overboard?”

The commander-in-chief is going to jump into the enemy’s heavy cavalry that clearly has assassins in it?

“…Well, it’s not my job. Dabi!”

“Your Excellency the Count!”

“I don’t have to use a messenger right now anyway, so go out and look around the camp! Come and see where there is danger and where you can endure! “If your judgment was useful, I wouldn’t label you a candidate!”

“I take orders!”

Damien let out a deep sigh as he looked at his brown short hair sticking out with an excited look.

“You can just endure it. If you can endure it.”

Then, you can jump while the Marquis de Lafayette runs in and destroys everything.

If it doesn’t work out, you’re screwed.