I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 227

Episode 227 The Crusade of the Abyss – Continental Wall (3)

Main force of the Central Franzian Revolutionary Army.

“Woah!”

When Nikola Nega struck with the butt of his musket, the head of the drone that was hit broke off and flew into the sky in a grand manner.

“Don’t back down, revolutionary army! Risk your life and defend your ranks!”

“ancient!”

At his loud shouts, the revolutionary army’s line infantry also increased their momentum and aimed their bayonets at the heads of the drones.

Among them, there were drones that dug into the middle of the line infantry and instantly knocked out several revolutionary soldiers, but when the woman in black made a somersault with a nimble gesture and drove the dagger into her head, she fell like a doll whose strings had been cut.

“The 7th confidant, Shandra, gives orders! “Help your brother!”

“For the king!”

“Al-ardho Akbar!”

“Waaaggghhhh!”

Soon, the large orcs began to show off their bravery by rushing forward and striking down the drones that were trying to break through or penetrate the square.

While the revolutionary army and Iberica’s army increased their momentum and broke through.

“Those muscle brains are so protruding! Too much bravery is poison! “Tell your general to stand down and get down to the trench line!”

Damien de Mirbeau, in the rear, was busy giving instructions while watching Ney’s vanguard.

“Bring everyone into the trench line and fight! “If it’s a close combat anyway, it’s better not to get hit by a rocket!”

“All right!”

It was almost at the same time that the staff rushed out after receiving the order and Giselle Darby stormed in.

“Your Excellency Commander Mirbo!”

“What is it, Colonel Darby!”

“The 7th Regiment is being pushed back! We need reinforcements!”

“Wow, I’m going to be crazy! “Introduce the 9th Regiment!”

“I understand, Commander!”

As Giselle Darby ran out, Damien glared at the map with bloodshot eyes.

Since it is not anyone else but Giselle Davy, it will be accurate to understand the unit’s situation and reinforcements will be needed.

However, the reserves he can use are already being depleted quickly.

He had no sense of time because of the damn purple sky, but his pocket watch showed that about 12 hours had passed since the battle began.

A never-ending battle between drones and humans who eventually become exhausted and run out of stamina.

This is completely different from a battle that ends with the exhausted side retreating.

Pierre de Lafayette placed a strict limit on the deployment of reserve forces, saying that the entire force should not be deployed even in order to preserve physical strength through shifts.

Damien also understands the reason, but he is in a situation where he has to deal with monsters that would be too much for him even if he deploys all his troops, with limited forces.

Easier said than done!

In the end, Damien pulled out his head and screamed.

“I wasn’t coming here after all!”

I didn’t have a choice anyway.

Anyway, there is no way you can get involved with that guy, Lafayette!

* * *

Left wing Germanian Imperial Army position.

“hot!”

A man once called Gilles de Lionel.

Gilles von Leonhard blew off the drone’s head with a single sword strike and then went straight ahead, defeating the drones one after another.

The extremely efficient and concise movements of an excellent knight and the contrasting flashy military uniform and cape immediately caught the eye.

“Whew…”

Jill sighed lightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He then looked back at the imperial army behind him, who had been in crisis just moments ago and was hesitating.

“Thank you, General Leonhard.”

“Hurry up and take care of things.”

Although the general’s uniform and cape slightly hinder his movements, they clearly capture the eye. It’s an inconvenience worth taking.

Jill cut down more drones charging at her from behind and brushed away her sword.

Jill shouted, raising his sharp sword.

“I am with you! Fight firmly!”

“Waaah!”

“Long live General Le Leonhardt!”

“Long live the Imperial Army!”

The imperial army, which was on the verge of collapsing just now, raises its spirits, shouts, and opens fire and bayonets at the charging drones.

Jill chuckled.

Although he led the military reform of the Germanian Imperial Army and took the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army in the expeditionary force, the military reform merely imitated the military system of the so-called Revolutionary Army and Krafte Army and slightly modified it to fit the Imperial Army.

The imperial army was in such a mess that it only had a big effect.

In any case, the commanding ability of the excellent, young officers raised by the reformed military system was no different from his, so he was fighting on the front lines.

There are some who are concerned, but no one is trying to stop them.

Because everyone on this battlefield is Pierre de Lafayette. This is because I personally experienced or heard with my own ears the legendary performance of the seemingly reckless commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army.

When the commander-in-chief is with the soldiers on the front line without hesitation and has sufficient skills, he can dominate the front line.

Above all.

Having lived as a knight and mercenary for a long time, he feels more comfortable this way.

Jill quickly turned her gaze to look at the front lines of the revolutionary army in charge of the central army.

Even though the attack is clearly concentrated, reserves are deployed appropriately in places that appear to be in danger, and they are holding up well.

Jill chuckled.

Indeed, it is Damien de Mirbeau, renowned as the ‘master of defense’ and the ‘guardian of Dilus.’

It was pathetic in meetings, but now that it’s put into practice, it’s doing everything.

When he was the deputy of a neighboring lord, he was just a small man who came to rob Lionel’s estate and was whipped by the Queen of Saints, but before he knew it, he had become a master of the continent.

“What a time.”

Jill said this out loud and started laughing without realizing it.

Actually, he never imagined that he would become commander-in-chief of the imperial army and fight alongside his old enemies.

Gilles de Lionel thought of Pierre de Lafayette, who was both his enemy and the object of his admiration.

Chatting with him as the lord of a neighboring territory. Breaking through the enemy lines with only his back turned to him as a mercenary and member of the revolutionary army.

And even in the face of inevitable death, he did not give up until the end and showed a fighting spirit that was close to ruin.

Jill adjusted his sword and stepped back into the battlefield where the imperial army was fighting to the death.

He told Pierre de Lafayette that he would watch him.

He declared that he would punish him if he eventually became corrupt.

Then Gilles de Lionel and Gilles von Leonhardt.

You have to have the qualifications to not be embarrassed by him.

‘I do the best I can.’

Knights, mercenaries and foreign generals.

The man who had lived a tumultuous life raced to embellish the battlefield with the sword that had been with him his entire life.

* * *

The camp of the right-wing Krafte army.

The acrid smoke emitted by the musket’s unique black gunpowder fills the battlefield, but despite this, the gunfire continues.

“13th Line Infantry Regiment conducting retreat fire! “The 6th Light Infantry Regiment provides cover!”

“launch!”

Tatatang –

As the muskets fire at the same time, the drones that were running are knocked down, and the infantrymen who have finished firing immediately fall back and start reloading.

At the same time, the next column fires and retreats again, while the scattered light infantry gradually eliminates the charging drones with aimed fire.

Unlike the Revolutionary Army and the Germanian Army, which have already entered into close combat, the Krafte Army is maintaining a thorough firefight.

General Scharnhorst was on a horse on a hill looking down at the scene.

The Krafte Army, once called humanity’s most elite force, was defeated and collapsed.

The Orcs of the Iberica Brotherhood cannot dare to keep up with them in close combat or breakthrough power.

No cavalry was as overwhelming as the Revolutionary Army, and no knight boasted as outrageous bravery as the Marquis de Lafayette.

They don’t even have the same volume as the Germanian Imperial Army.

however.

Nevertheless, they have a doctrine that they are proud of being superior to any other country.

Although each soldier may not be the strongest, it is a doctrine that countless generals and officers at the Army Chief of Staff have put their heads together to re-establish to operate the army most efficiently.

If the 1st line can’t do it, the 2nd line. If the 2nd line can’t do it, the 3rd line can’t even do that, then the light infantry.

The movements that flow and harmonize with each other like the performance of musical instruments are only possible because they are the Krafte group.

Piiiiing –

Piiii –

A rocket flies in from the fog making noise again and hits the camp, and screams erupt.

However, the Krafte army was not left alone.

“Send coordinates!”

As soon as General Gneisenau’s order was given, those who were watching through the fog next to each battery immediately relayed it to the artillery unit –

“Adjust gun angle to the left by 13, estimated range is 700!”

“Force angle adjustment complete!”

For each battery, we adjusted the gun angle based on the angle and distance received from the person in charge, and looked at their general.

“Response bombardment begins!”

“launch!”

“Feuer!”

At the command of General Gneisenau, who nodded, the Krafte army’s artillery fired at once.

It is on a different level from counterattacks that are roughly calculated to suppress the enemy’s firepower.

As a result, Shutchen, the most famous skirmishers and snipers in the Central Continent with superhuman eyesight and concentration, peered into the fog using both their naked eyes and telescopes to catch the small light of a rocket flashing within it.

Since the Krafte Army operates the most skilled and systematic artillery in the Central Continent, it is a counterattack based on estimated coordinates.

And in fact, as a result, the number of rockets pouring into the left wing of Krafte’s army was steadily decreasing.

“By the way, general. “If you keep firing like this, you’ll waste ammunition…”

General Scharnhorst responded to the staff officer’s mantra with a rotten smile.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. “Our great nemesis, the Marquis Pierre de Lafayette, said that we had enough supplies stored up so we could use them to our heart’s content.”

It’s not their money anyway, so if they have the supplies, shouldn’t they pour everything in and achieve victory?

“I understand!”

After the battle is over, the Marquis de Lafayette will have to hold back if he finds out that Krafte’s army was responsible for half of the total ammunition consumption…

But anyway, if you win, you can win.

“Do not tarnish the name of the Krafte Kingdom, gentlemen! Bring everything you have and offer victory to His Majesty Heinrich!”

“Jawohl!”

* * *

The battle lasted for more than a day on the purple-stained land.

In the land where the sun has completely set and even the purple color has faded, the battle continues under the torches lit by the Allied Forces.

The battle continued uninterrupted even in the morning when my body was shivering and covered in moisture with thick fog.

however.

That’s it.

They are constantly swarming with drones and bombing with rockets.

As the rocket bombardment continued, the range and landing range of the rockets became predictable to a certain extent, and a proper counterattack began centered on the Krafte army’s artillery, and even their rocket bombardments became less and less frequent.

It’s just that infinite drones rush in non-stop, engaging in an endless war of attrition, and occasionally machine guns are deployed by surprise.

Even so, the casualties from the machine guns were less than I had feared, as the scouts would watch with eagle eyes and deal with whatever they found by firing artillery fire, or if it was urgent, I would personally ride out on horseback and shoot them with a bow.

“It’s a shift, Your Excellency the Marquis.”

I was sitting around the campfire, then I looked up and saw Gaston, whose armor was covered in blood, and said,

“You worked hard, Gaston. “Please rest comfortably for a while.”

“Haha, my wife is also fighting on the front lines. Why should I suffer?”

Yes, Shandra was rampaging through the ranks.

I chuckled.

“Okay then, let’s go out again…”

As I stood up holding the sword that was standing next to me, Gaston looked at me for a moment and asked.

“Are you tired, Your Excellency the Marquis?”

“Well, a little bit. “I’m more concerned about the situation than that.”

The war situation is not that bad.

Certainly, the drones that flock in day and night are terrifying, but since this is a fight against drones from the beginning, we assume that this will happen and are dividing into units and taking turns fighting.

Even if you do this, it will be difficult for the soldiers behind to rest comfortably when a fight is clearly going on in front of them. The burden on the troops deployed to the front is also increasing.

Still, it is possible to avoid a situation where all units are deployed to the front line from the beginning and then fall out one by one due to exhaustion from the battle that continues for several days.

Anyway, we just have to hold out until the fight to protect the door, so if we just keep going like this, there will be no problem.

There are not very dangerous situations, but every time, Gaston and I lead the cavalry and the Holy Knights to destroy them and give our troops time to recover.

“I’ve managed to maintain it so far, but…”

I shook my head after hearing Gaston’s words.

“There’s no way it can end like this.”

The opponent is that Paimon. A cunning and cunning devil who has lived several times longer than me.

It’s definitely a move that’s hard for even me to think about.

The moment I thought that.

I felt a vibration under my feet.

“Your Excellency the Marquis!”

“I felt it too!”

vibration.

Regular and mechanical.

vibration.

It feels similar to when drones move in unison and make the same movement…

a vibration.

…underneath your feet?

vibration.

Fewer drones. A puppet that needs no nutrition or rest and moves only by Paimon’s commands.

This is their island.

If so, it is possible to prepare in advance.

No way –

the moment I thought that, bulges appeared here and there on the ground in the darkness.

Vibration again.

Mechanical, regular vibrations and the ground bouncing back a bit.

I immediately gathered all my magical energy and shouted.

“All troops wake up! “It’s an enemy attack! The enemy is under the ground!”

With the vibration, dozens, hundreds, even thousands of hands rose up through the dirt floor at the same time.