I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 142

Episode 142 Iberica –

The following spring, after the Iberica War, which lasted throughout the fall of Porto.

Near the port of Porto at the southern tip of the Iberica Peninsula.

The port of Porto and the allied forces of the allied tribes were facing waves of enemies.

The artillery units accompanying the revolutionary army fire in unison, creating an earth-shattering roar.

The port of Porto also brought its own artillery, but it was nothing more than child’s play in front of the officers who had been systematically trained through the Grande École course and the artillerymen who had become skilled through the wars in the Germanic Empire and Iberica.

The Revolutionary Army’s artillery, with its overwhelming accuracy and rate of fire, relentlessly pounded the already weakened lines of the Allied forces.

“Forward, brothers, the liberation of Iberica is at hand! Al-ardho!”

“Akbar!”

The one-eyed Karok takes the lead and encourages the army, which despite being a mixed army made up of orcs, goblins, and humans, is united as one during the long war, repeating the song in unison to build momentum.

Next to them, men wearing the blue uniforms of the revolutionary army are advancing together.

“Attack attack forward! Only attack! “Let’s show the bravery of the revolutionary army!”

Nicola Nega rides right behind the line, encouraging him to do so, while the revolutionary army’s infantrymen walk briskly in line with O.

“The 5th Regiment was hit hard. “Tell them to send in the 6th Regiment to fill the battle line.”

“Your Excellency the Old Count!”

The revolutionary army moves in order under the direction of Damien de Mirbeau, who inspects the artillery positions through a telescope and gives timely orders, and Giselle Davy, who gives thorough advice on the parts he misses and carries out his orders.

And above all.

“Hahahaha! Follow us as we cleanse the earth of the devil’s influence!”

Even King Crocs, who boosts the spirit of the Iberica brothers just by the presence of a giant orc that runs across the land at the speed of a cavalry, pounding with thunderous cries.

Everything was daunting the allies.

The generals of Porto and the chieftains of the allied tribes, who had already been pushed to a point where there was nowhere to retreat, were looking at the battlefield with worried faces.

The moment when arrows fly towards each other’s battle lines and muskets fire.

“Oooooh-!”

Crocs, who jumped high while shouting, crashed into the ground, instantly disorganizing the Allied lines. The very next moment, the earth shook and the sound of thousands of horses’ hooves began to be heard.

“The cavalry is already here!”

“How did this happen! “How did Chief Croakan, who said he would stop their cavalry-”

The allied command quickly fell into confusion.

“If this continues, our flanks will be hit and we will collapse right away! “We have to do something!”

“how? What how! “There’s nothing left, like a reserve unit or something, so what should I do?”

“This is why I didn’t say that the cavalry should be handled by Porto!”

“what? Are you blaming us for that now? This isn’t something that Chief Croakan should have prevented in the first place! “Where has that barbarian gone!”

The question of the allied command, which was on the verge of being torn apart, was immediately resolved as soon as the cavalry appeared.

This is because the Marquis de Lafayette, who was driving his horse at the head of the cavalry, was holding the flag of the Croacan chieftain.

“Ah ah….”

All the Allied Command could do was sigh.

They were forced to watch in helplessness as the Marquis de Lafayette’s cavalry charged into the flank of the main force in the heat of battle.

Even so, as the heavy cavalry led by the Marquis de Lafayette and Gaston penetrated into the flanks of the Allied forces, who had been distracted by the onslaught from the front, it was only for a moment that the battle line began to collapse.

The Allied command staff, who were watching the scene, fell to their knees with a devastated look on their faces.

“It’s over now….”

“You have to run away too.”

Eventually, the trumpet sound announcing a retreat rang out from the allied camp, which gave up, and the commanders urgently began preparing to flee.

But-

“Hee hee hee!”

“Kaaaaang-!”

“Aaaah!”

The beastmen, led by Austel, came out of nowhere, galloping on all fours and biting the guards in an instant, and soon Chasseurs jumped out from the hill and blocked their path, pointing carbines.

“Hwiyu~ Where are you guys so busy?”

“I can’t believe it…”

“I’m a kind gentleman, so I’ll give you a choice. Will you surrender or die with honor?”

Anyone who wanted to pursue honor would have died long ago on the battlefield.

In front of those who had lost their will to fight and threw away their weapons and raised their hands, Jerome Morel glanced at the enemy’s main force, which was falling apart and disintegrating, and smiled.

“I guess we can finally say goodbye to the terrible weather on this peninsula.”

* * *

The final battle in Iberica ended dully.

This is not unreasonable since they were heavily dependent on demons from the beginning, but as someone who was worried about further intervention by demons, I was quite reassured.

It would have been a pain in the ass if I had to fight Paimon or Gremory again.

It seems that the Abyss Corporation, having decided that the drone army had collapsed and had failed, immediately pulled out. If they think they will lose money, they are incredibly quick to cut it.

…Or maybe Gremory’s breath touched me.

“Good job, General Morel.”

“Hwiyu~ Wasn’t that the easiest and sweetest role? ha ha ha!”

I smiled at the sly Morel and looked down at the bound generals of the port of Porto and the chieftains who had conspired with him.

Crocs will take care of their treatment.

The moment I thought that, I heard a voice expressing resentment.

“Marquis de Lafayette, aren’t you ashamed?”

I turned my head and asked.

“what?”

“We are not brothers who believe in the same religion! “You can’t help your brother in faith, but you become a pawn for the pagans and destroy the last bastion of faith in Iberica!”

“her.”

I looked up and down at the man, who was a screaming mess with blood forming in his neck, but who was dressed in expensive clothes.

“That’s strange. Was there a teaching about selling humans to devils in the doctrines advocated by the church?”

“They were pagans! “The unbelieving heretic who betrayed his religious brothers deserves to be associated with devils!”

“Hmm…”

I felt the shadow of those who had shouted in him that he was against the National Assembly and therefore an enemy of the republic.

In the end, are people all the same wherever they go?

When I said nothing, the man became very upset and shouted.

“Iberica will now become a den of depraved pagans and lowly barbarians!”

“I can’t listen to you anymore!”

“Ugh!”

The man screamed and fell.

The funny thing is, it wasn’t my men who beat up that man.

The orc who fought as an allied tribe in the port of Porto, who struck the man with his forehead, roared and roared.

“Don’t be a barbarian! Do you think we fought together with you because we were happy? “If it weren’t for what my ancestors did, I would have wanted to join them!”

I laughed.

What a mess.

When I got off the horse, the Orc chieftain who had shouted excitedly flinched and stepped aside.

Thanks to leading the cavalry and fighting countless battles, my name seems to be quite well known to them, right?

“If you really meant to do that, you should have corrected the mistakes of your predecessors a long time ago. “The King Crocs I know would not have rejected someone who wanted to take responsibility for his mistakes, even if it was too late.”

“That’s…!”

I said while looking at the orc who couldn’t answer properly.

“After coming all the way here and being defeated, you have to express your belated anger towards the same side. You are no different. “If you really had the courage to do that, you should have rebelled against the devil a long time ago.”

I passed the orc who couldn’t say anything and walked over to the man lying on the ground moaning.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu her…

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“I know this from my own experience, but regardless of whether or not you talk about faith or anything else, you have to look at the person’s attitude to see whether you can trust them or not.”

“Boo profane- hee!”

I glanced away when I saw the man making a strange noise.

Then, I saw Crocs, covered in blood and with a muscular body writhing as if he were alive and breathing, approaching me with a vicious smile.

Oh, that looks a little scary even to me.

I laughed and whispered again.

“In my opinion, those who are very consistent and loyal even though they are heretics are better than those of you who act like bats as if it is all good as long as it makes money. And this is advice, but if you want to live, it would be better not to say things like barbarians or infidels in front of that friend.”

From the looks of it, it looks like Crocs won’t be able to keep his mouth shut.

I patted the man’s shoulder, who was completely scared and stiff, and turned around.

* * *

Porto, whose main army was destroyed and lost the ability to resist, gave up the sit-in and immediately surrendered.

While Crocs entered Porto and coerced the leadership into signing a surrender document, Crocs’ henchmen and I, who entered the advance guard, liberated the slaves held in Porto.

And after a while.

While the slaves liberated from Porto and the Iberica brothers who entered first cheered, the units that completed the battlefield began to arrive one after another.

I was smiling slightly as I watched the majestic procession of those who had successfully led the Iberica campaign to victory, but when I saw the person coming in next, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Long live His Excellency Count Damien de Mirbeau!”

Damien de Mirbeau is marching with his nose held high, a smile on his face and waving his hand.

“General Mirbo, the master of defense….”

“The second-in-command of the revolutionary army that even defeated the Germanian Empire…!”

Damien’s arrogance can be seen rising as he receives praise from all over the place.

Yes, but if it’s true up to that point, it’s difficult to say whether it’s true or not.

It is certainly true that he has made outstanding achievements so far, and looking at reports from Giselle Davy and other subordinates, Damien’s performance in Iberica was clearly worthy of high praise.

He surprised me by actively expressing his opinions at a strategy meeting, and even ran into dangerous friendly lines to directly encourage them, giving the unit time to regroup.

Seeing that he has changed so drastically that one wonders if he was a man steeped in laziness and self-seeking, it seems like there has been a change of heart…

“Oh, the guardian of Dilus…!”

The corner of my mouth twitched at that damn title.

Strictly speaking, all Damien did was stick to the plan I had planned, and it was I who defeated Paimon and subdued the drones.

However, what the residents of Dilus saw was me being carried away unconscious by a magical storm after defeating Paimon, and it was Damien who was fighting frantically with them in the city.

Maybe that’s why Damien de Mirbeau became a more popular revolutionary than me, at least among the residents of Dilus.

I feel something unbearably unpleasant.

…my stomach hurts. That too, very much.

However, my thoughts wandered for a moment when Damien spotted me, jumped off his horse, and came running in a huff.

“Oh my goodness, His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette! Congratulations on your victory! “I, Damien de Mirbeau, always hope for a safe victory for His Excellency the Marquis!”

…Since when did you worry about me so much?

“The victory of me and the revolutionary army was all possible because of the presence of His Excellency the Marquis! Aren’t all these praises heaping on me also praises for His Excellency the Marquis? ha ha ha!”

Regardless of whether my expression turned sour or not, Damien flattered me servilely with a smile on his face.

Yes, because there are people watching…

I smiled awkwardly and tapped his shoulder.

“Yes, thank you for your hard work, Count Mirbeau. “Your brilliant dedication in Iberica will serve as a role model for the revolutionary army.”

Damien laughed so hard that it was hard to hear and chatted so warmly that it was burdensome.

“No matter how great my contribution is, how dare I compare myself to His Excellency the Marquis! “I, Damien de Mirbeau, will remain loyal to you, believing that His Excellency the Marquis will lead you to victory!”

In the past, he would flatter me in front of me and work haphazardly behind my back, and it was obvious that he didn’t want to fight, so I did whatever I wanted, but now that he’s started fighting hard and doing that, it’s hard to deal with him anymore.

In the end, I smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“That’s right. I look forward to your future activities…”

“Yes! “His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette!”

Damien de Mirbeau turned around and said, ‘Did you see it? saw? I am the right hand man of the Marquis de Lafayette, children! ‘Worship!’ With the same expression on his face, he waved to his subordinates who cheered him.

I glanced at Giselle Davy, who was looking at Damien with very complex and nuanced eyes, and then let out a small sigh.

You can’t spit on a smiling face.

Damien has become stronger in a strange way…

At that moment, cheers erupted.

As I looked away, Crocs shouted, holding the signed surrender document high.

“Brothers of Iberica, brothers of Francia! “We are victorious!”

“King Crocs! King Crocs!”

“Only today have we liberated Iberica from the devils and their traitors!”

“Waaaaaa-!”

While everyone was cheering, Crocs smiled at me and I smiled back.

-I believe that the next time we see each other, we will be able to proudly call ourselves Brothers of Iberica.

-Hahaha good! Farewell, brother!

It took a bit of a long way to get there, but it was done in the end.

Crocs took a deep breath and shouted so that the entire city of Porto rang loudly.

“Brothers, says your king, from this day forward we will call this land the Brotherhood of Iberica!”

A goal set within the two years given by Krafte.

The Iberian War is over.