I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 23
Civil War – Battlefield of Lafayette (4)
“You bastards!”
King Louis was furious.
The gap between 10,000 and 5,000 troops is twice that.
In addition, Stefan d’Artagnan, the commander of the knights of the royal guard, called the second sword of the kingdom, and 300 knights, the power that the king had scraped up to the bottom.
There were at most less than 100 knights under the ‘Blue Knights’ fighting against him.
The King had no doubt that it was a battle he could not lose no matter how much the Blue Knight was his opponent.
However, the majestic charge of 300 knights and cavalry was directly blocked by the blue knights who charged back.
A single knight who overpowers 300 knights from the front, cutting down the Franzian knights who are known to be more than human weapons like common soldiers.
Even those who saw the scene with their own eyes could not believe it.
The damage suffered by the enemies was also considerable. The enemy knights who followed the Blue Knight and charged were almost annihilated while protecting him, and the cavalry also suffered serious damage.
Nevertheless, his shaken and broken knights were unable to chase after the blue knight who had been tearing up his comrade, even when he leisurely turned his horse’s head and went away.
At the beginning of the war, the momentum of the king’s army, which had more than doubled the number of troops, was completely broken.
There is no army that can maintain their morale even after seeing the majesty of the Blue Knight, who jumps in and fights against overwhelming knights that soldiers cannot dare to fight against, but then slowly turns his back and returns.
The rumor that was secretly circulating in the camp that the Blue Knight might not be able to defeat him because he was a monster, not a human, completely cut off the king’s patience.
“What on earth did you do? “I’ve helped you so much, but all I’ve done is increase the reputation of that damned Blue Knight!”
“I apologize, Your Majesty….”
Knight Commander Stefan d’Artagnan simply bowed his head deeply. He also had an excuse.
What knight wouldn’t be inspired by the sight of a great knight fearlessly plowing through 300 knights?
Naturally, the Marquis’ subordinate knights rushed in like moths not afraid of death to protect the Blue Knight, and d’Artagnan was so busy dealing with them that he did not even get a chance to clash swords with the Blue Knight.
However, he and the knights who kneeled humiliatingly before the king with him had nothing to say.
Even though they almost annihilated the knights who rushed to protect the Blue Knights, their casualties were no different.
Of the 300 knights presented by the King as a conversion card, 100 are dead or injured, and there are at most 200 of them currently kneeling before the King.
King Louis huffed, took a deep breath, and spoke with glaring eyes.
“Almost all of the author’s knights are dead. “This time, make sure to present the Blue Knight’s head in front of me.”
“I accept Your Majesty’s orders.”
D’Artagnan and the knights all bowed their heads, but the king chewed and added one more word.
“Don’t come back without his head. “Even if we all die together with that guy!”
–
Marquis de Lafayette.
The Blue Knight Hubert de Lafayette woke up in his bed.
The feeling of emptiness without the warmth that he always felt next to him whenever he woke up was unfamiliar to him, so he blinked for a moment and then got up.
His beloved concubine, who made him happy and satisfied his lust, left the camp while the last battle was going on.
I couldn’t remember what number of mistresses she was or what her name was.
The Marquis laughed and waved the bell.
Those who swore loyalty to him and bowed down to him were always those who relied on his victory and authority, not on him.
His mistress, who always whispered love and showed affection to him, also leaves whenever he becomes dangerous.
It wasn’t something he had thought about before experiencing this, but seeing as he didn’t feel much regret at the woman’s absence, he seemed to have known that the relationship was that shallow.
Soon a servant came in carrying a basin filled with washing water, and the Marquis washed his face with the cold water and sent him out.
The Marquis slowly stood up, took a bite of the white bread left over from yesterday’s meal, and put it in his mouth.
Hard and cold.
It was probably better than the cold black bread he ate countless times on the battlefield when he was young, but it didn’t suit his taste right now.
The Marquis spat it out on the floor with a bitter smile, called a servant, and began to put on his armor.
The famous blue-black armor has several scratches due to the aftermath of the last battle, but is still shiny.
-Son. You must remember that although your father was not good enough to pass on a single piece of land to you, you are in a better situation than the commoners who do not have even that. We must live with gratitude for everything.
His father, who was a mere knight of the Count of Toulouse, was a frugal and honorable man who knew how to be satisfied with what he had. He didn’t want to live the life of a loser masturbating like that.
He had a natural talent and the tenacity and ambition to develop it. Every time he went to battle, a song was created to honor his bravery, and he became the idol of young knights.
The Count of Toulouse, who coveted him, gave him his daughter, and he became a nobleman and took the title of marquis.
He acquired a power that no ordinary knight could dare to covet, and he also gained a certain level of fame. He fulfilled all the greed he could not enjoy when he was young.
He gorged himself on everything, power, wealth, lust, and appetite, and enjoyed his life and all the pleasures as a winner, unlike his father, who was a loser.
The Marquis, fully dressed in armor, looked around at the countless trophies and rewards he had won before leaving the tent.
It is a crowning honor and a proof of merit that is worth showing off and worthy of praise.
However, I did not feel much appreciation for the miscellaneous things that I had already seen and shown off to the point of boredom.
The Marquis left the tent and walked toward the command barracks.
“I meet His Excellency the great ‘Blue Knight’ Hubert de Lafayette.”
The waiting lord and the few knights who survived the last battle bow to him.
The Marquis passed them and sat down at the head table.
And he looked at the faces of the vassals and vassals who had served the County of Toulouse even before the name Marquis de Lafayette was even created.
This is something that the Marquis, who was despised by high-ranking nobles as a half-nobleman born as a knight and criticized as someone who did not know the earl’s grace, could not obtain it in the end.
As he intended, the Count of Toulouse, whose name has now become forgotten as it was buried under the name of the Marquis de Lafayette, no longer has power or honor.
I thought of the foolish woman who believed in and trusted the man her father had chosen, generously sharing her authority and helping him.
She must have been a good wife as she tolerated it silently even after seeing him living with mistresses.
However, the Count of Toulouse was foolish. What on earth do they see that makes them loyal to that name?
Why do they proudly talk about their son being praised by the people as if it were their own work?
What is it that he never gained that makes them compare him, the greatest knight in the kingdom, with his son, who was branded the disgrace of nobility?
The Marquis can never understand them.
Nevertheless.
It could not be said that all the wealth, glory and pleasure he had achieved were better than their incomprehensible and invisible something.
Because now everything is so blurry that it is not even clear why he longed for them so much.
“Your Excellency, there are only 6 knights left and at most 300 cavalry left.”
“We have requested reinforcements from the Duke of Lorraine, but even if he sends reinforcements, they will arrive late.”
The Marquis sneered. The Duke of Lorraine’s reinforcements were not expected from the beginning.
Still, no one mentioned Pierre.
I went to block 4000 with 1000, so I’ll be lucky if I don’t suffer a major defeat.
however.
-Your Excellency, instead of showing your unreasonable concern for your son, please show the appearance of a ‘blue knight.’ Because I intend to win.
The Marquis found it strange that he thought his son would not be defeated.
“I apologize, Your Excellency. Just by what you showed in the last battle, Your Excellency’s prestige will shake the kingdom. From here, he withdraws and promises to come later…”
“Where are you retreating? “The Duke of Lorraine must be busy taking care of his territory, so why don’t we all go to our own territory and hide like rats behind the castle walls to preserve ourselves?”
No one opened their mouths in response to the Marquis’ answer.
The reason the civil war lasted so long was because the two powers boasted almost equal strength.
The 2nd prince had many excellent knights and troops, but the 1st prince had wealthy nobles and blue knights.
But now King Louis had a clear advantage. The moment we step back from here, everyone will realize that victory or defeat has been decided, and the situation will only become more tilted.
“The enemy must have been discouraged after seeing my performance in the last battle. So, let’s fight again this time.”
The marquis declared arrogantly.
-If you cannot do so, Your Excellency, I intend to make sure that when people hear the name Lafayette, they think of me and not of ‘the Blue Knight.’
The son, who could not even make eye contact with him, grew up and made provocative remarks that gave him a whiplash.
The marquis was already over 50.
His physical prime has already passed, and as time goes by, he will lose his prestige.
I remember the look of astonishment and jealousy that my old father gave me when I was young.
The Marquis could not and did not want to imagine himself looking at Pierre with those eyes.
Rather than that.
“Follow me. “I will give you victory once again.”
“I accept your orders!”
In the end, he can feel alive only when he reveals his own bravery and greatness, not wealth and pleasure.
Because that’s the only thing left in his life.
–
Armies from both sides once again covered the wide Niverne Plain.
The Marquis took the lead on a horse, wearing his distinctive dark blue ‘Blue Knight’ armor.
While both armies looked tense, the Marquis raised the spear in his hand.
In an instant, the eyes of everyone on the battlefield focused on him.
“Follow!”
With overflowing mana, he shouts in a voice loud enough to echo throughout the battlefield.
“Then I will make you legends!”
As he said that to himself, the Marquis felt joy welling up in him.
There is no need to hear an answer.
At this moment, I was convinced that he was the ruler of the battlefield.
The Marquis immediately kicked the horse’s butt and began running toward the very center of the enemy camp.
“Follow His Excellency the Marquis!”
“For the Blue Knight!”
“Start charging!”
The Marquis glanced back at the knights and cavalry who were furiously charging behind him, and the infantry who were shouting after them, and spurred the horse’s hips again to increase its speed.
Despite all the wealth and pleasure, a body that was once worn out is filled with a surge of vitality.
Despite the fact that his life was about to perish in the face of overwhelming inferiority, he was thrilled by the obedience of the fire moths who followed him, believing that he would once again show legendary performance.
The enemy line gets closer in the blink of an eye.
The confusion and bewilderment of the idiots who could not even imagine doing something like this was conveyed.
“Start shooting!”
Arrows flew in, covering the sky completely black.
Behind him, he could hear screams and the noise of people falling from their horses, but the Marquis’ magic power easily repelled the resistance of the insignificant creatures.
Even the fireballs launched by the wizards were split in two and scattered when the Marquis swung a spear full of magical power.
“Forward the spearmen! from now on! Stop that thing! Stop it somehow!”
In response to the enemy commander’s cry of astonishment, the half-frozen enemy soldiers struggle in vain and attempt a futile resistance.
The Marquis, who saw this, gathered his magic power and shouted, holding his spear in front of him.
“Who dares stop the Blue Knight!”
An ear-piercing roar struck the enemy camp like a storm.
And with that alone, the enemy’s line collapsed.
Those who are pale and sick of sitting down and urinating, and those who turn their backs and run away.
The Marquis galloped across the center on horseback and burst into laughter.
“Hahahahahahahaha!”
As all of the magical power is poured into the spear, which has been accelerated by running at full speed, those who were running away, trying to survive at once, are swept away by the dozens.
The enemy knights, shocked by the sight, tried to rush out, but were blocked by the fleeing enemy soldiers and found it funny that they were unable to do anything.
An army of 10,000 is being chased by a single man at the vanguard, clearing the way.
“You can kill all those who run away! “Intercept him!”
“As instructed!”
Under an urgent order from Stefan d’Artagnan, commander of the Knights of the Guard, 200 knights finally began to approach the Marquis, trampling and cutting down the fleeing soldiers.
When the Marquis saw the scene, he rushed forward with even more force.
“Stop it! “Stop that guy!”
“Who dares stop me! “I am the Blue Knight!”
Every time the marquis swung his spear in anger, the knights were torn in two like small soldiers.
“Remember who stopped the armies of those electors and emperors!”
That’s a feat he accomplished.
“In the battle you praised as victory, I took the lead, covered in blood, and swung my sword!”
It was not created by the royal family standing behind it like a coward.
“That author…”
“The victory you guys were praising was my victory!”
The spear he swung in fury finally broke no longer and the marquis immediately pulled out his sword.
His gaze turned to the king behind the road blocked by knights.
When the marquis pointed his sword at him, the king in the distance flinched as if he had been stabbed by the sword.
“I am the glory of Frangia that you Blue Knights sang about so much!”
“Stop that traitor!”
The marquis and d’Artagnan shouted almost simultaneously.
The Marquis charged furiously.
He plunged his sword into the helmet of the charging knight and cut down another knight who was charging next to him.
He cut off the shoulder and waist of a knight who was shouting out his comrade’s name and rushed at him, then threw away the sword stained with blood and flesh and smashed it into the other knight’s head.
While he was pulling out another sword from his belt, the Rottweiler that had been stabbed by a spear let out a pitiful scream, so the Marquis jumped up from his horse and pulled out another sword, blowing off the head of the knight in front of him.
He deflected swords and spears flying from all directions while holding two swords and threw them all away, smashing them into the heads of the two knights who were charging in front of him.
The Marquis jumped forward, grabbed the sword and spear that the two had dropped, and swung them.
A knight whose neck was pierced by a spear falls down with a crunching sound, and another knight screams while clutching his bleeding arm that was cut by a sword.
I felt the blood boiling all over my body and blood forming in my eyes.
No desperate cries to stop are heard.
The shouts and noise of weapons coming from behind seemed like they were coming from far away.
Only the screams and cries of the knights who were attacked by him rang in his ears like a sweet song.
The air of fear and astonishment emitted by those who were braver and more arrogant than anyone else made him feel alive.
The king, standing in the distance with a pale, tired face, came into his sight.
As the Marquis took a step, the knights surrounding him hesitated and took a step back.
The Marquis took another step forward and the moment the knights surrounding him were about to retreat, the Marquis rushed forward.
Once again, he blocks the countless swords coming at him and charges forward to cut them down.
Cut off arms, cut off legs, stab eyes, blow off necks, split shoulders, use corpses as shields, throw away broken swords, grab new spears, swing them, draw out new swords, and slash.
As the countless processes were repeated like a machine, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared in his path, and the Marquis’ body also suffered numerous wounds.
The Marquis was now standing in front of the command barracks where the King had been standing just a moment ago.
I lose so much blood that I feel dizzy and my arms and legs slowly start to lose strength.
The Marquis secretly regretted that he would have fought more satisfactorily if he had been ten years younger.
Nevertheless, with greater excitement than pain, I strengthened my legs and stepped forward in joy.
The corpse trampled by his feet was shattered and blood splattered everywhere, staining the armor of the knights surrounding him red.
The knights who surrounded him and tried to stop him were now left in numbers that could be counted by hand.
The Marquis smiled cruelly when he saw that his armor had completely lost its original dark blue color and was stained a clear blood red.
“Your loyalty is truly worthless for the king of the knight kingdom to run away like a scavenger out of fear of a single knight.”
“…You are tarnishing your great name and bravery with your honorless mouth.”
Finally, Stefan d’Artagnan, commander of the Knights of the Guard, drew his sword and stepped forward.
“Heung, while all his subordinates were dying, the one who didn’t even dare to step forward kept his mouth shut.”
“You…!”
Stefan and the surviving knights aimed their swords in indignation.
A brief confrontation ensued, and the marquis, who was completely disfigured and confronting them, suddenly burst into laughter.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! under!!!”
“…What’s so funny?”
Instead of answering d’Artagnan’s question, the Marquis spoke to his son, who was not present.
“Can you overcome this fight and make me a forgotten person?”
–
King Louis watched the knights and the commander of his guard fighting the marquis with an anxious and anxious face.
“Damn damn it damn it how could I not kill one of those things…!”
A single knight charging through an army of 10,000.
When he saw the Marquis rushing towards him, cutting down his 200 knights like scarecrows, King Louis was so terrified that he urinated and fled the scene.
Louis turned his gaze from the place where the Marquis and his knights were fighting and looked at the army approaching from behind the enemy’s army.
An army that raised the banner of the Count of Anjou high.
A few days ago, I laughed at the declaration of war from the neutral nobles, including the Countess of Aquitaine and the Count of Anjou, but I never imagined that the army would already arrive.
“We must kill the Blue Knight before they reach us!”
His lower body, which had just been tired, gave him a wet and uncomfortable feeling, further fueling his impatience.
The subjects surrounding King Louis looked at the hysterical king with worried eyes.
The king, who had been in a panic in front of the Blue Knight just a moment ago, might have ignored the dissuasion of his subjects and fled immediately if reinforcements had not arrived.
At least 2,000 troops bearing the flags of the Duke of Brittany and the Count of Mirbeau were approaching behind them.
I don’t know why those who headed to the south returned, but in this situation, reinforcements are like rain in a drought.
The reason was that it was something that could be heard when they arrived, and it was surprising that some of the troops might return by capturing the Little Marquis of Lafayette, so the king also managed to regain stability and maintain his position.
Even though there are twice as many troops, the battle has been destroyed by the unexpected actions of the Marquis as soon as the battle begins. If even the king had shown himself running away, this battle might have been lost.
And finally.
The Blue Knight, who single-handedly surpassed 10,000 troops and killed almost all of the 200 knights, and withdrew his body for a long time against the commander of the Guard Knights, slowly collapsed.
With only silence in the air, Stefan d’Artagnan, commander of the Guard Knights, slowly approached the fallen Blue Knight and swung his sword.
When the blue-black helmet with its head cut off was finally placed in his hands, thunderous cheers erupted from all directions.
“Oooh!”
“Finally, finally! “I’m giving you a reduction, Your Majesty!”
“You must be dead, right? Are you really dead?”
King Louis was dumbfounded but deeply relieved.
The moment when the entire King’s army was in joy and Lafayette’s army, which had been fighting well despite the small number of troops, fell into despair.
“That messenger!”
An uninvited guest came running to King Louis.
“What?”
“This is a message from His Excellency Damien de Mirbeau, the new Count of Mirbeau, Your Majesty. The army heading south has been defeated! “His Excellency the Duke of Brittany and his Excellency the Count of Mirbeau have also died!”
“What?”
King Louis did not understand the situation for a moment.
The 4,000-strong army led by the Duke of Brittany was defeated? To the 1000 of the Little Marquis? Even the duke and earl die? How is that possible?
No, more than that.
King Louis turned his shaky gaze to see the army approaching them, bearing the banners of the Duke of Brittany and the Count of Mirbeau.
“Then what are they?”
And King Louis could see a knight approaching his main force, riding furiously.
Everyone’s eyes on the battlefield are turned to d’Artagnan, who is holding up the severed head of the Blue Knight.
So, as the knight approached rapidly, he took out the bow on his back and shot an arrow, but no one except the king and his servants realized it.
The arrow fired by the knight flew in a graceful curve, accelerated, and
fell quickly towards d’Artagnan, who was holding the blue knight’s head.
The knight, who was exhausted from dealing with the blue knight and was caught off guard by his victory, belatedly tried to protect himself with magical power.
However, the belated resistance of the exhausted knight was unable to block the arrow, which was filled with magical power and divine power and spewed out blue flames like a comet.
As everyone watched, the magic of the knight holding the Blue Knight’s head was broken, and the body hit by the arrow of excessively concentrated energy was shattered.
At the moment when King Louis and everyone who saw the scene were shocked and unable to keep their mouths shut, a shout filled with magical power rang out across the battlefield.
“Soldiers of Lafayette, attack!”
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