I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 179

Episode 179 Krafte War – City of Fire (10)

Evil shouts and screams erupt from all directions.

From the moment we clashed, it became a chaotic situation with no difference between enemy and enemy, but anyway, all I had to do was cut down everyone who was charging at me with the bayonet.

There are a lot more enemies anyway!

“Get the Marquis! “If we catch the Marquis, this fight will be over!”

Krafte attacked very tenaciously, and I was fighting frantically, my breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

“Hey, my arm! My paaal!”

Even though it’s a war machine and all, Krafte still screams and bleeds when his arm is cut off.

“Huu huu….”

I took a moment to catch my breath as I faced the faltering enemies, with the last soldier charging at me.

The biggest problem now is that

behind the miscellaneous soldiers, there are people who clearly look like knights and Count Wittelsbach are glaring at me with all their stamina.

“Do not stop attacking. “Make the Marquis tired!”

“Yes old!”

In the meantime, when the officer gave the order, Krafte hesitated and started attacking me again.

No, these crazy people are rushing at me, telling me to lose some of my strength and die.

How far do we have to push people to achieve this kind of discipline?

I can’t be caught here as long as there are people who will feel like the world is over if I get caught…

That was when the situation took a turn.

“charge! Help His Excellency the Marquis!

With Alexandre Werther’s shout, the revolutionary army, which had suddenly disappeared from the surrounding area, rushed in and began to deal with the Krafte army.

“Prevent the siege!”

“Damn you bastards!”

Did I manage to hold out because the attacks were focused on me and the knights were only targeting me?

No, no.

Although they are continuing the offensive by relying on discipline and violence, the Krafte army is not gaining much of an advantage over the revolutionary army.

They are ultimately human too. I was exhausted after going on the offensive for several days.

Or, the standing army, which suffered heavy casualties from the beginning, took the lead in the offensive but was shattered by pellet bombardment, and most of what remains now are conscripted reserve forces.

“under.”

Either way.

At least there is hope.

“Private miscellaneous soldiers – gagging?!”

I quickly jumped in, lunged at the knight who was swinging his sword at the revolutionary army as if it were annoying, and pierced his side with the sword.

“Rafa … La Rafa ….”

I kicked him with his feet, pulled out the dagger and threw it back, and

the

knights that ran to me with both hands with both hands did not scream. He fell down with a dagger stuck between his eyes.

“The knights who came to catch me will use it when they turn a blind eye.”

“Hit the Marquis de Lafayette!”

Only then did Count Wittelsbach, who had been watching from behind until now, give an order and the knights began to rush towards me.

“Ha, that’s right. “Let’s let the soldiers fight among themselves and let the monsters stick together.”

How much time did it take?

30 minutes? one hour?

If I somehow manage to gain time against the knights, I might be able to gain some time for the revolutionary army as well.

I adjusted my sword, feeling the inside of my gloves becoming sweaty.

* * *

No one rushes in with useless shouting.

They are all knights in name and reality who know how to use magic properly.

There is no unnecessary movement and there are few gaps.

But-

I parried the sword that slashed diagonally and stepped back to avoid the sword that stabbed me.

As soon as I did that, I cut off the arm of the knight who tried to rush back, and the person who tried to rush after him flinched from the fountain of his comrade’s blood – and in the meantime, the dagger I pulled out and threw pierced his magic barrier and became lodged in his neck.

two three.

He caught the sword that the charging knight had dropped and ran towards him, stabbing the knight in the foot as he flinched.

“Ahhhh!”

As I blew off his screaming head, I snatched the sword and threw it low, full of magical power.

The sword flew low with a roar that cut through the air, cutting off the ankles of the unprepared knights and causing them to flounder on the ground.

“Aaaahhh-!”

“My legs, my legs-!”

Four five six.

Knights are human too.

It is said that he surpassed the average soldier by training his mana and training his body to the limit, but that is all.

In most cases, they will never encounter an enemy as powerful as they are, and even less will they stand on a dangerous battlefield where their lives are in danger as nobles.

Probably because Francia was in the midst of a civil war, most of the knights of the Germanian Empire were anti-emperorists and did not participate in the last war between Francia and the Empire.

Absolutely lack of experience.

Because he is strong, he does not easily think of his own end, and the way he is shaken by seeing people as strong as him suffer in an instant is worse than that of an ordinary soldier who has crossed the line of fire several times.

“Why aren’t you coming?”

“You look like a monster…!”

The air of fear and astonishment emitted by those who are braver and more arrogant than anyone else.

Was it something like this?

Was it this kind of air?

The battlefield seen by the Blue Knight Hubert de Lafayette.

He still falls far short of the man who killed hundreds of knights and rushed towards the king.

How far do you have to go to reach that level?

I opened my mouth, trying to catch my breath.

“Count Wittelsbach. “I remember the last time I saw you, you seemed more courageous, like a knight.”

Didn’t he boldly run up to me and challenge me to a duel back then?

But now, like a rat, I am hiding behind the knights who are fighting with me.

Just like Stefan d’Artagnan, the commander of the Royal Guard who sacrificed hundreds of his men while waiting for the Blue Knight to get tired.

“Are you going to kill all your comrades like d’Artagnan and aim for my head?”

But these people probably aren’t the author’s subordinates.

“Count B. Wittelsbach! “We can’t stop the interest on our own!”

“That’s right! Please help!”

Count Wittelsbach’s eyebrows can be seen twitching.

Knights of the Empire. They were probably sent by nobles to help Krafte, the leader of the anti-emperor faction.

And they must be nobles serving different feudal lords.

D’Artagnan and Count Wittelsbach, who were able to take away the power of the Blue Knight by holding on while all the knights died, are in a different position.

Eventually, Count Wittelsbach also stepped forward.

Now I have to be much more careful too.

It’s true that I thought I had to deal with the author before I lost any more strength, but the author is real.

As soon as Count Wittelsbach leapt forward, the knights rushed at me all at once.

However, these people served different lords.

They have never kept pace with each other.

On the contrary, if people with drastically different physical abilities do not even breathe with each other, it is not as good as an army that moves smoothly.

I escaped the others’ attacks by digging to one side.

Empty!

The knight, who was embarrassed by the resistance of the magical barrier, was cut across the waist with his sword and-

“Ahhhh!”

seven.

I rolled over and got up, widening the distance.

There are only five left!

At that moment, a dagger flew at me and I barely avoided it by moving reflexively.

“Count Ha Wittelsbach. “Are you the kind of person who needs to repay the same thing in order to relieve your anger?”

It was close.

To be honest, I felt cold.

If the burning in my shoulder had been a little late, it would have dug into my collarbone and made me lose the use of one of my arms –

“Hahahahaha!”

What are you laughing at?

Count Wittelsbach suddenly laughed so madly that not only I but the other knights flinched.

“…Did you suddenly go crazy?”

“I pity you, Marquis de Lafayette. “It is truly a pity.”

Count Wittelsbach was speaking with a grin, as if he had kept his mouth shut until now.

“…what?”

“Not being able to settle the matter with you as a knight. but.”

Count Wittelsbach wiped his smile and opened his eyes.

“You must die here.”

…The question of what was going on disappeared as I felt a burning sensation on my shoulder.

“Oh no way. Has the greatest knight in the empire now acted like an assassin?”

“The commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army also did what assassins do. What’s the problem?”

Damn you…

“They say it’s a poison made by demons. “I will express my condolences in advance and listen to your will.”

“Oh oh oh…”

It feels like a cheap comedy to see the faces of the imperial knights blush as they were unable to understand the atmosphere of the conversation.

Seeing as if he was relieved to hear that the knight had attacked him with poison, I immediately pulled out my dagger and threw it away.

The knight, who was smiling with relief when he saw Count Wittelsbach, died after being stabbed in the head with a dagger.

eight.

I feel like my shoulders are burning.

“What what?”

The sight of the knights being flustered is quite comical.

I felt like I couldn’t swing the sword with my right arm, so I threw the sword and caught it with my left hand.

“It’s like a monster…”

He steps on the ground and digs in –

“Ugh…!”

With all his magical power, he raised his sword and cut the knight who was trying to block him in two.

nine.

Is the body becoming hot because it is covered in the enemy’s blood, or is it a reaction to the poison spreading?

“Oh my god!”

When he saw Count Wittelsbach and the two surviving knights urgently retreating, he pulled out his dagger with his right hand.

I don’t feel the sensation very well.

Still, the body that has been thrown tens of thousands of times moves and throws itself as engraved before the senses.

“Crazy-”

The

knight, who was swearing at the sight of the dagger thrown full of magical power penetrating the magical barrier, was hit between the eyes by the dagger and fell down.

heat.

But at the same time, my knees bent arbitrarily and I was barely able to hold on until I drove the sword into the ground.

“Ha damn. “It’s hard to struggle in that short period of time…!”

My whole body feels hot and I feel like I am gradually losing sensation.

Count Wittelsbach’s voice sounds as if it is coming from somewhere far away.

Still, I don’t let go of the sword.

No, I can’t let go.

-I’m sorry, Christine.

I gave up once in Iberica.

How much I regretted it after barely being saved by Gremory’s whim.

How guilty I felt.

At least he didn’t come back to give up.

I didn’t come this far to save her, who was destined to die, and make her hear the news of my death.

They must have come for a better future!

The moment I thought that, I felt something pulsating in my chest.

The knight rushes in.

At one point, I almost lost my mind as pain rushed through my entire body, but I managed to hold on.

Feeling pain.

You can move-!

The knight who was charging at me was decapitated by my sword with eyes filled with disbelief.

eleven.

There is only one thing left now.

“Uuuh haa haa….”

The breath coming out of his mouth almost feels like that of an animal.

“What is it? “How?”

“Well, how can I do it?”

My whole body is hot, tingling, and painful like a ball of fire.

Is this divine power in my heart that is fighting a deadly poison?

Although he was still kneeling and breathing heavily, Count Wittelsbach still couldn’t rush to me.

“Why aren’t you coming? “As you can see, I’m on the verge of passing out.”

“How can you do that?”

“what. You’re still alive. Then we fight.”

Still moving.

Then you can fight.

Do not give up.

What else is important?

“I am curious, Count Wittelsbach. “Why do you do this?”

“What…”

The author is agitated.

I don’t know to what extent the divine power neutralizes the poison, but I don’t know how long I can endure it.

“At least when we first met, you seemed like a knight. Would you go so far as to throw away your honor in such a cowardly way? “Forget about honor, I’d never even think of putting devil’s poison on my dagger.”

“You are a threat to the empire! “You must fall!”

“Ah, you are so loyal to the empire that you have become attached to Krafte, the head of the anti-emperor faction? “I heard that your empress is busy suppressing the rebellion of the nobles, but you, the best swordsman in the empire, are fighting against the enemy.”

“You just joined hands with the enemy of the enemy! It’s temporary, so I’ll never-”

“I’m really looking forward to what Archduke Leopold, who died while remaining loyal to the empire until the end, will say when he sees you now.”

It was for a moment that Count Wittelsbach’s face boiled with anger.

He lunged at me with a yell that was almost like a scream.

The hope that the body is resisting enough to feel the pain that the whole body screams.

Proof that a moving body can still fight.

I immediately kicked the ground and jumped at him.

“What!”

Count Wittelsbach hurriedly blocked the attack with his sword, but the mithril sword that struck all the remaining magic power tore through his magic barrier and split the sword in half.

“Nonsense…”

I rolled on the floor as I heard the sound of blood rushing out.

I barely managed to roll over and lie down looking at the sky.

I have to get up, but the sky is spinning and my whole body throbs as if I’ve been pricked by a needle.

-Won’t there come a day when we can both feel at ease together and give sincere thanks to God?

It’s not for nothing that Eris’ voice comes to mind in this situation, right?

…If I survive this time, I really need to go to church and say confession.

The moment I thought that,

I heard the sound of water droplets hitting the ground.

So many times.

Soon it starts to rain.

When I felt that the place that was full of the madness and shouting of the battlefield became filled with the sound of rain and became strangely quiet.

There started a commotion in the back.

…Has reinforcements arrived now?

I tried to force myself to stand up, but my body cruelly betrayed my expectations.

I think it would be difficult to avoid if the Krafte soldiers who were running away stabbed me with a bayonet.

Move, move –

the moment I thought that, I heard footsteps.

The sound of walking exactly this way, splashing water droplets.

I just moved my head to look in that direction and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The first person to open his mouth was the other person.

“Pierre de Lafayette.”

I answered.

“…Gilles de Lionel.”