I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 132

Episode 132 Iberica – Battle of Ciudad (2)

Ciudad, the battlefield, was a hilly area with very dry land.

If it had been summer, it would have been oppressive, but it was winter and it was cool, so it was a good thing.

I was on a horse with Gaston, looking down at the battlefield below the hill.

The enemy’s army appears to be approximately 15,000.

If you look at the size of the troops alone, they are smaller than ours…

I frowned at the movement of the enemy troops seen through the telescope.

“It’s bizarre.”

It was only by seeing it with my own eyes that I could truly understand the meaning of what the messengers commonly said was that it was strangely orderly.

This is different from the strict military discipline of the Krafte army.

It clearly has a human shape and is moving. Since it’s moving, it must be a living thing.

There is nothing lifelike about the people moving in unnatural waves and moving at the same time as if they were one body.

Could it be that the skeletons and zombies created by necromantic magic that were said to have been carried out by the Demon King’s army in the distant past were like that?

Since they are descendants of the Demon King, it would not be surprising if they practiced necromancy, but where would they get the magic power to maintain an army of that size through necromancy?

Above all, the undead army recorded was scary, but not that strong. It makes no sense to say that Crocs’ men were slaughtered unilaterally.

Even while I was lost in thought, gunfire erupted one after another and artillery fire struck the enemy.

We brought in artillery, and Crocs’ army, which until recently used mainly cold weapons, now uses fire weapons to a limited extent.

however.

“…It feels strong.”

I clicked my tongue as I looked through the telescope at the enemies’ movements.

It’s a bombardment.

Before the overwhelming physical force that would kill a human just by brushing against it, the gunfire emitted by the cannon and the roar of the shells flying were enough to shake the army.

However, the advancing enemies are moving as if nothing is happening.

Whether or not his comrades are blown away by the artillery fire, he just walks in an eerily regular manner without the slightest hint of agitation or nervousness.

Is that a level that can be achieved through training?

Even for the Krafte army, that would be difficult. There is no way that a living army would be able to do something like that.

The feeling of being at a loss became clear the moment the arrows from Crocs’ army rained down on the enemy lines.

Despite the rain of arrows pouring down, I immediately lowered the telescope when I saw that instead of trying to defend or avoid, they continued to move forward and only a small number of them fell after being hit by arrows.

“Fuck you.”

What on earth have these crazy devils created?

“Your Excellency the Marquis?”

“Arrange the cavalry ranks. “So you can move at any time.”

I immediately ordered the surprised Gaston and grabbed the horse’s reins.

“ancient!”

Shooting doesn’t work properly.

It’s a scary sight to see even from here, but it’s obvious how the soldiers on the front line will feel as they watch the enemy advance while being hit by arrows.

If you do it wrong, the soldiers’ morale will collapse and you will be defeated before you even fight properly!

I immediately moved the cavalry to the enemy’s flank to support our troops, but stopped.

…But is that all there is?

From the looks of it, the only enemies are infantry.

Is it possible to annihilate an army with that alone without leaving any survivors?

A feeling of discomfort spreads, as if there is a thorn stuck in my throat.

It is completely unexpected to be an enemy that is not effective in shooting, but an army that endures while being hit by a bow is a role that even old-fashioned shields and infantry can play.

It is difficult to think that Crocs’ soldiers, who had been trained through the Iberica War in their own way, and led by the 10th henchman, would have been annihilated in vain by that alone.

In the middle group there is Crocs and, to a lesser extent, Damien.

We are the most important reserve force in case of an emergency, so we cannot act rashly out of impatience.

I took a deep breath and gave the command again.

“Dispatch the Chasseurs and search the surrounding area. “It’s strange that this is all.”

* * *

Chuck- Chuck-

The enemy army approaches in waves with a regular sound.

“Aim-”

A clanking

sound rang out as the line infantrymen simultaneously raised their muskets and aimed.

“launch-!”

Musket shots rang out one after another, and bullets flew with a noise cutting through the wind.

however.

Chuck –

I’ve only been knocked down by a hail of bullets not many times.

Pretend –

The enemy army is approaching as if nothing had happened.

In the meantime, as the distance became close enough, the soldiers could clearly see the enemies with arrows or gunshot wounds all over their bodies.

“Huh…!”

“Everyone, don’t panic! “Embarrassed-”

The non-commissioned officer is even more embarrassed.

Not only arrows, but even musket bullets don’t work.

The waves of enemies mechanically approaching as if nothing had happened became fear itself and began to spread throughout the camp.

“What the hell! “What the hell are these fucking bastards?”

Damien de Mirbeau shouted in half-panic.

“There-”

Even Giselle Darby, who was supposed to look at him pitifully and give him necessary advice, was completely frozen and unable to say anything.

The sound that had been approaching ominously steadily, chuckling, stopped.

“Reload!”

The moment when the soldiers are embarrassed by the non-commissioned officer’s orders.

The enemies all raised their arms and began to sprint without a sound.

“Huh huh!”

“Quick!”

The entire army immediately began to shake at the sight of tens of thousands of human figures running at full speed, silently and in the exact same posture.

“What-”

Before Damien could give instructions, the enemies sprinted from the front line to a distance where their faces could be seen.

“Hee hee hee!”

“What is that!”

The soldiers who saw with their own eyes the sight of figures running towards them with completely expressionless faces, as if they had desiccated humans alive, fell into shock and fear.

“Ugh-!”

The confusion became uncontrollable as soldiers with arrows stuck in their eyes or wounded began to vomit at the sight of them running around with their bodies trembling.

The moment when everyone, including the brothers of Iberica and the revolutionary army, was about to fall into panic.

A huge orc jumped out, pounding the ground with its heavy body, and swung its axe, instantly blowing away the enemies that were running in front.

“Al-ardho-!”

When Crocs, the king of Iberica, swings his weapon with a frenzied force, the enemies who were charging at him in a movement that appears to be devoid of pain, let alone fear, are struck and sent flying away one by one.

That alone quickly brought Iberica’s brothers to their senses.

““Akbar-!!””

When Crocs shouted back, it had already become a loud shout from all of Iberica’s brothers.

The confusion was magically resolved.

“Follow the king!”

“Waaaaaa-!”

In response to One-Eyed Karok’s cry.

“Charge, charge, brothers!”

“Avenge my brothers!”

Following Shandra, who was shouting and rushing forward.

Iberica’s brothers instantly erased the fear they had just felt and jumped straight into the enemy lines.

“Oh ow. Fuck, you’re brave. “Aren’t you afraid?”

Damien, who had been in a panic until just now, came to his senses at their shouts and muttered in a daze, and Giselle quickly spoke.

“Your Excellency the Count. “We also have to go on the offensive.”

“Oh that’s right.”

I don’t know, but they are truly dangerous and terrible enemies.

Damien seemed like he wanted to stay still, but it was obvious that if he did that, he would be treated horribly by the Marquis de Lafayette.

In the worst case, you could face something worse than being scolded by the Count of Aquitaine.

Damien swallowed dry saliva and opened his mouth.

“Send the assault order to General Kazel! Help your allies!”

“yes!”

Damien shook his head as he watched Giselle answer energetically and run out to send a messenger.

In any case, I cannot understand the minds of the people who are said to be zealous soldiers.

…Well, it’s not like he’s charging.

* * *

The eerieness and confusion resulting from bizarre movements and appearances were diluted by the heat of war.

However, even after entering into fierce hand-to-hand combat, problems continued to arise.

“Why why don’t you die- ugh!”

The orc fell down screaming after being hit in the solar plexus by an enemy who was swinging his arm even though he had stabbed the sword.

There were quite a few enemies who terrified our allies just by charging in with terrible wounds from arrows and bullets.

“How can such a body have such strength!”

The enemies look like skinny humans or orcs.

However, the strength coming from those thin arms is greater than that of a fairly strong man, making it difficult for ordinary soldiers to handle.

Even after blocking them with weapons, there were many who retreated or flew away.

“Huh-”

Shandra dodged the arm being swung at her with quick movements, jumped into the air, somersaulted, and drove the dagger into the enemy’s head.

Shandra shouted as she pulled the dagger from the fallen enemy.

“If you hit your head, you’ll fall down! “Aim for that!”

“Haha, good job Shandra! Aim for the head! “Aaaap!”

Crocs, who didn’t even have time to notice because the axe-wielding enemies were crushed and blown away, laughed cheerfully and shouted.

One-eyed Karok blocked the swinging arm of the enemy rushing towards him with his axe.

“Hmm – the power is strong.”

Then, he tripped over his legs and cut off his head with an axe.

“But there are no weapons and it’s monotonous.”

With that much power, it’s understandable that he just used his arms as a weapon, but it would have been more threatening if he had used a proper weapon.

Moreover, the attack is closer to a form of subduing by stunning rather than killing. Why are we fighting like this?

Ordinary soldiers are having a hard time with the strange shapes and powers of enemies that keep moving even when their bodies are injured, but they are able to cope somehow after learning that if they hit their head, they can no longer get up.

“Do not be afraid of appearances! “I can handle it!”

“Oooooh-!”

At Karok’s shout, the orcs jumped at the enemy with force.

It has a scary appearance and is a difficult enemy, but you can deal with it if you know how to deal with it.

…Everyone thought so.

After a battle that lasted about two hours.

“Heo, heo, heo-”

The ally was fighting hard, out of breath.

But-

“Ugh!”

The enemies were still breathing heavily and repeatedly waved their arms with expressionless faces without making any sound.

Even the movements are exactly the same.

When I first encountered it, I thought it was a trivial attack once you got used to it, but the behavior of repeating the same attack without even showing any signs of fatigue even when your allies are tired and out of breath is even scary.

There were quite a few people who had already been beaten and fell unconscious on the floor.

“Whoa whoa.” Hahaha! “This is a very persistent enemy!”

In the meantime, Crocs did not get tired and swung his ax to cut and blow away several enemies at the same time, but even he could not help but worry about the state of his subordinates, who were becoming increasingly exhausted.

At that moment, the earth-shaking sound of horses’ hooves began to be heard.

“It’s the French cavalry!”

“You’ve finally come…”

The sight of a thousand cavalry on warhorses galloping down the hill with spears in front was a spectacular sight, and their performance did not live up to expectations.

The enemy, who mechanically repeated the battle tirelessly, did nothing to form a line to face the cavalry charging from the flanks.

Even though the cavalry was galloping from the side, the enemies who were busy attacking the enemy in front were instantly pierced by spears, three or five at a time, trampled by horses, and crushed into hundreds.

“Oooh-!”

Crocs was internally relieved by the cheers from his exhausted subordinates.

“Hahaha! “That’s hot!”

It’s annoying to have an enemy that doesn’t get tired or scared, but if you repeatedly sweep away the cavalry’s charges, you’ll be able to withstand it somehow.

They are not tired, but considering the speed at which they were running just a moment ago, it is fortunate that if they try to retreat hastily, they will suffer great damage. However, before Crocs’s thoughts can be finished, Pierre’s shout filled with magical power rang out.

“Crocs retreat! “I will cover you!”

“What?”

Before Crocs could gather his thoughts, urgent news was delivered.

“The enemy is diverting to the rear! If we don’t retreat now, we’ll be attacked front and back!”