Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 471

Episode 471: Tochika Extermination Battle (1)

The drinking water has run out.

There was a spleen aura in the Tochika Fortress.

Sindi Wendy, who had the map open, opened her mouth with a serious expression on her face.

“We succeeded in bringing water from the water source area, so we were able to last three more days. It’s really impossible now.”

Although the influx of refugees has noticeably decreased since the battle in the Suwon area, the number of people already gathered in the fort is staggering.

It was only natural for Sindi Wendy, who was responsible for the food and drinking water that would go into their mouths, that her stomach would burn.

Meanwhile, Osiris, sitting close to Sind. Wendy, also had a serious expression just like Sind. Wendy’s.

“The Leviathan or the like came with a very determined decision this time. Poisonous people were scattered all over the bedrock under the peak. In terms of troops alone, it’s more than three times that of this side.”

Although Tochika Fort is an iron fortress that is advantageous to Mercury, it only works in small-to-small battles, and the story is different when both are large-scale troops.

Sindi Wendy and Osiris talked in a serious tone.

“As long as drinking water isn’t enough, tomorrow’s battle will be at its limit, so we’ll have to fight within it.”

“Is it an all-out war? There is no other way. As troops are troops, large and small local battles will continue even outside the Tochika fortress. Fortunately, there are many excellent commanders on this side.”

Outstanding commanders such as Orca and THAAD, as well as brave leaders of each family, are also gathering together leading elite troops.

Even though it was hopeless, it was a situation that made it possible to try a frontal breakthrough.

“What do you want to do, little brother?”

Where Osiris looked up, Bikir stood.

“…”

Vikir did not answer for a while.

Just looking out the window and counting the stars in the night sky.

“It’s a starry night? Come up with something. You’re the one who said all you have to do is hold on here!”

Sindi Wendy worked hard.

Osiris, who would have stopped her normally, was also showing a rare impatience today.

It was natural, given the circumstances.

Right then.

A

gust of night wind blew through the wide open window.

“What?”

“What wind…”

Sindi Wendy and Osiris covered their faces with their hands.

If you leave the window open, it’s natural for this kind of wind to come in.

however.

“……!”

Bikir’s expression, which had been silent until now, changed suddenly.

Bikir dabbed a little saliva on his index finger and stood it up.

“……Southeast wind.”

Bikir opens all the windows to the other direction and checks the wind direction at the same time.

Afterwards, Bikir returned to the southeast window, where he had always stood still and spent time.

And I started looking at the constellations hanging in a corner of the night sky.

“One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…” is a

common guide. Seven stars called stars. It is a constellation that can only be seen in a specific direction, and it is a special constellation that has been a guide for countless people since ancient times.

Whiiying –

Once again the night wind blows. Again, the southeast wind.

Only then did Sindy Wendy and Osiris feel something strange.

‘…Come to think of it, has the wind ever come in from this window?’

It seemed that no wind had ever blew from the window here, where Bikir always stayed.

After realizing this trivial fact, for some reason, Sindi Wendy and Osiris’ hearts were filled with an unknown pounding heart. “One…two…three…four

… five…six…seven…”

Continue counting the stars.

The fact that there are seven guiding stars in the night sky on the northern wall is a fact that even young shepherds living in the area know.

……but.

“One… two… three… four… five… six… seven…”

Bikir The number of the third strongest stars was slightly different.

“……eight.”

The far end of the guide star. There is one star shining blue.

The light from the eighth star, which was created behind the seven guide stars, is embedded in Bikir’s retina and shines fiercely.

Vikir, who had been silently counting the stars until now, finally nodded.

“Okay. Finally one more. It’s firmly landed.”

“……?”

Sindi Wendy and Osiris only tilted their heads at Bikir’s incomprehensible voice.

Eventually, Bikir, who had been silent and unresponsive to everyone’s encouragement and torches, moved.

“Tomorrow noon will be the final battle.”

It seemed like a sudden declaration, but Sindi Wendy and Osiris could feel it.

That tomorrow’s battle is the final stage in the true sense of the stage that Bikir has been planning and designing for a very long time.

* * *

It is 12:00 noon when the scorching sun is pouring down.

The Poison Army Corps, which had been besieging Tochika, began to move.

The face of Major General Orca, who was about to face the final defensive battle, was as stiff as ever.

Now that even the last drop of drinking water is gone, we can no longer look forward to tomorrow.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to meet midnight today.”

“Pussss- there’s no reason an old man who’s lived enough to struggle to live just 12 more hours.”

Next to Major General Orca, Marquis Sade grinned.

However, unlike the corners of his mouth that always curled up, his eyes were not smiling.

“Pussss- no more troops and no water. It’s a truly extreme situation. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a battle like this. Was it about 50 years ago? Not since we fought the Baskerville dogs in the Uyuni Salt Flats… .”

“Noisy prisoner.

“Eh- it might be the last time, but it’s still not worth it.”

The Marquis of Sade pouted and shut his mouth.

Sitting far apart from each other on the chandelier, the two were silent for a long time.

Eventually, Orca spoke first.

“……Die without shame.”

“What?”

Sade frowned as if to say something, and Orca opened her mouth again.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re from the same generation as me. Aside from me, you’re the only one currently active.”

“so?”

“Like it or not, you and I have come to represent our generation. Let’s not end it ugly.”

“Pussss- you do well, you old man.”

“……Prisoner escaped. He gave me advice with a good heart.”

The two bad friends did not look at each other until the very end.

I am just facing the poisonous mist that covers the distant horizon in a dark red color.

Eventually, the troops were divided into two, led by Orca and THAAD.

Mercury’s Orca and Counterattack’s THAAD.

The Morgues and Quo Vadis, who specialized in defense, were to defend Tochka’s outer fortress under the command of Orca, and the Baskervilles and Bourgeois, who were specialized in attack, were to outmaneuver the enemy forces under the command of Sade.

Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Large poisonous soldiers began to rush towards the wall.

“……!”

Orca’s eyebrows twitched.

The poison soldiers who are now appearing on the front line were all wearing familiar clothes.

The iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville’s black-blooded sorceress Morgue’s red robe The religious chant Quo Vadis’s white priestly robe The golden mantle of bourgeois Bourgeois.

All of these worn-out clothes were obviously in the form of a ‘shroud’.

“…Did they rob the tombs of each family?”

The ancestors of the Baskervilles, the Morgues, the Quo Vadises, and the Bourgeois.

Those who processed their corpses into poison-infected or dead soldiers were pouring in.

It was the moment when the bloody beast of a robbery incident that shook the entire empire in the past was revealed.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu……

The Baskerville family’s swordsmen stood on the front lines, leaving nothing but bones and skins.

The spiders of the sea of beasts facing them stood stiffly on the walls of Tochika.

The young madame glanced away.

There, I saw a detached unit moving separately without receiving THAAD’s instructions.

Bikir. The person who runs the detached unit.

“…”

Bikir was still watching the poisonous soldiers appearing on the front lines in the distance.

Rather, it was the detached team standing behind it and the seven hounds leading the detached team that roared immediately.

Les Baskerville, the Boston Terrier, leader of the Pit Bull Knights.

The leader of the Mastiff Knights, ‘Greatdan’ Les Baskervilles.

La Baskerville, Isabella, leader of the Doberman Knights.

“German” Les Baskerville, leader of the Shepherd Knights.

Les Baskerville, ‘Metzgerhund’, leader of the Rottweiler Knights.

‘Cu-Chulainn’ Les Baskervilles, leader of the Wolfhound Knights.

They stood quietly behind, waiting for Bikir’s instructions.

Except for the two of them who have been fighting loudly since earlier.

“Killing a lot is the best.”

“Is it best to kill the big guy?”

The leader of the Pit Bull Knights, the Boston Terrier, and the leader of the Mastiff Knights, the Great Dane, had been in a war of nerves since earlier.

And Isabella, the leader of the Doberman Knights, who was looking at the two with a pitiful gaze, split between the two and walked out and whispered to Vikir.

“Processing the corpses of our ancestors into undead is counterproductive. Rather, it increases our anger and increases our combat power. Thanks to that, our short-term firepower will explode.”

Isabella’s judgment was cold and precise.

German, the leader of the Shepherd Knights, also showed a rare attitude of sympathizing with her rival, Isabella, by nodding her head.

“I think so. If it was a long-term battle, it would surely lead to a drop in morale on this side, but drinking water ran out anyway.

Meanwhile, Metzgerhund, the leader of the Rottweiler Knights, turned his head away as if he was not interested in such things.

His eyes were fixed on Bikir.

“My nephew. I heard that your 6 meals are amazing? Don’t ask me how you got that skill level. I want to take this opportunity to see your skills clearly.”

“Me too. The 4th meal is my best swordsmanship. As a master craftsman, if I say that I don’t have a sense of victory… That’s a lie!”

The gaze of Kucullin, the leader of the Wolfhound Knights, was also fixed on Vikir from earlier.

They seemed to want to compare their skills with Bikir at this opportunity, as they were masters who would be saddened if they were second in type 6 and type 4, respectively.

Tight muscles swelled up as if they were going to burst, and tendons pulsated violently.

Hounds that are ready to pop out at any time, like a tightly stretched rubber band.

in this volatile situation.

Bikir took something out of his arms and held it.

It’s a red whistle. The Baskervilles were a symbol of military power.

……! ……! ……!

At the same time as a sharp whistle echoed through the dry sky.

Kwak!

Many of the fighting dogs of the Baskervilles kicked off the ground and shot forward.

Black shadows running through the sand dust. It is quite different from the wind blowing in the barley field.

The final battle was about to begin.