Star-Embracing Swordmaster - Chapter 149

Clash (3)

While Sigmund was sorting out the confusion for a while, he could feel a black shadow quickly passing by him.

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

The strong impression was that the appearance reminded me of a name I had already heard of without anyone nearby explaining it to me.

“Hey, uh….”

Vlad of Shoara.

The northern brat who dared take my son’s sword.

“Is there such a crazy bastard?”

And now this guy is doing crazy things.

No matter how messed up the formation was, even though it was in the middle of the enemy lines, that damn brat just cleverly took advantage of the gap and ran.

If it weren’t for the enemy, it would have been an acrobatic move that would have been fascinating to watch, but it couldn’t be done because every time it moved, the formation that had been painstakingly stitched together was being torn apart.

“Ha…”

Sigmund was more shocked by Vlad’s current behavior than Bayezid’s cavalry that had just charged in.

The attack was predictable, but this crazy act was something I had never seen before.

-What is that… It suddenly came out from behind me!

-Is the gate open? Is this really okay?

The knight of Bayezid appeared like a thunderbolt and left, as if he could attack you guys as much as he wanted.

Although it was unintentional, Vlad’s antics were like throwing a stone at Sigmund’s anxiety that he had worked so hard to suppress.

Like gentle ripples on a lake, the soldiers’ anxious murmurs were slowly spreading among the Gaidar army.

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Vlad runs out of the enemy camp alone and runs across the green pastures.

The open space between Gaidar and Bayezid that no one could reach was giving Vlad an unknown sense of liberation.

“…!”

However, it was only for a moment that I smiled at the sense of liberation I felt. Soon, Vlad was pressing his body against Noir’s back and holding his breath.

Because an ominous smell began to waft from the sky.

“Shoot! “If you don’t do it now, you will never have another chance like this!”

Black arrows begin to fill the sky with someone’s shout.

Vlad had to grit his teeth as he felt the malice falling over his head and onto his back.

The gap that Vlad subtly opened gave Bayezid more time, and Peter’s fierce gaze did not miss it.

Argh!

Pick up your shield! shield!

The ground was green, but the sky was pitch black, and where the black rain had passed, someone’s blood began to gather and form a bright red puddle.

The world that emerged through the narrow gap was clearly wide, but it was still cruel.

“Reveal your identity!”

“Bayezid! It’s Vlad, the knight of Bayezid! “I brought a message from Joseph!”

Arrows falling fiercely as if they were waiting for him to come out.

Vlad, who had crossed over with Noir, held out a sealed letter to the soldiers shouting for him to reveal his identity.

The letter written by Josef himself contained valuable information that could not be contained through magic telegrams and raven letters alone.

“Let them in.”

The sentences written in the letter indicated the affiliation, and the direction that came out through the gap proved Vlad’s loyalty.

For such people, strict identity verification is just a waste of time.

“Please follow me.”

The center of the formation that moved according to the soldier’s guidance.

The first thing that caught Vlad’s eyes there was Bayezid’s flag fluttering in the wind.

The strong walls of Sturma were welcoming Vlad.

“Joseph sent me here. “My name is Vlad.”

It was a field without even a tent erected, but it had a more serious atmosphere than anywhere else.

There were countless knights looking at them as if they were walking down a red carpet.

Through the path they slowly opened, familiar black eyes began to look at Vlad.

“Good work. “Vlad, knight of Josef.”

Peter carefully looked at the article his son sent.

I was trying hard to control my breathing, but my shoulders were shaking little by little.

Moreover, the heavily dented armor clearly proved that this young knight had been in a fierce battle for a while.

“You and Josef… were you hurt anywhere?”

“yes. “You are healthy.”

At Vlad’s answer without a moment’s hesitation, Peter was finally able to feel quite relieved.

Even though he didn’t show it.

“Thank goodness.”

The blue blood of a nobleman made Peter choose the best efficiency, but even so, his heart did not become cold.

Clearly he was worried about his sickly son and was also proud of him.

“500 people.”

After confirming his son’s safety with his powerfully pressed handwriting, Peter handed the letter from Vlad to Knight Commander Antalas.

A report sent not as a son, but as Joseph, the commander of Deermar.

The report said that only 500 soldiers would be able to get out of the gates.

“hmm.”

However, what caught Peter’s attention was not the number of 500, but a single line of comment written at the bottom of the report.

It was his second son who usually did not speak military language, but this time he wrote one more line especially for his article.

“…You want a fight with Godin?”

“yes.”

At the sound of Peter’s low voice, the eyes of the knights accompanying him began to twitch.

By Godin, do you mean Godin, the commander of the Knights of Gaidar?

“I don’t want to ignore you, but the difference between you and him will be difficult to overcome.”

It was so faint that Vlad could not notice it, but Bayezid’s knights who had served Peter for a long time could.

The fact that their master is smiling right now.

“Do what you like. “I can’t say you don’t deserve it.”

Indeed, the momentum of the North that we have seen for the first time in a long time.

Now that the golden generation of Bayezid had blossomed brilliantly, there was no reason not to be pleased with the young knight who said he would challenge the high wall again.

Possibility is a beautiful thing, and young things that try to make it bloom have always been precious beings.

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“You son of a bitch!”

Gaidar’s soldiers climbing the muddy hill.

Although he had successfully formed a formation, Sigmund was faced with the reality of having to crawl into chaos again on his own feet, and he ended up screaming out evil curses.

“Peter Bayezid! “You don’t get any relief even if you chew on it!”

The northern monarch used Deirmar as bait to create confusion and took advantage of the opportunity to cause deep wounds.

Now he was firmly entrenched on the hill and forcing Sigmund to make a choice.

You come in first.

Although I will be well prepared.

The supply route was blocked, the retreat route was cut off, and now Peter was forcing Sigmund to make a sacrifice until the very end.

The cold-blooded viciousness he displayed made even Sigmund, the usurper of the West, tremble.

“Damn barbarians!”

Even if it is disadvantageous, you still have to go up.

As time goes by, Gaidar will be at a disadvantage.

Since the situation was not one that could be endured at all, Sigmund had to somehow break through the army in front of him and create a route to the west.

“Forward the spearmen!”

And so the northern soldiers came into contact.

Blue axes flash beyond the tightly stacked shield wall.

It seemed as if they had inherited the habits of the barbarians who had come down the river and plundered cities in the past.

Damn it! The window is broken!

Those who lost their weapons, fall back!

Ouch! Those crazy guys are throwing axes!

A fight of equal numbers.

However, since the difference between exhausted stamina and low morale was already irreversible, the screams that came out could only belong to Gaidar.

“Bayezid! from now on!”

People mixed with barbarian blood.

It was an expression full of discrimination and contempt, but the reason we cannot dare to deny it is because there is clearly an atrocity transmitted through blood.

“Where do these bastards dare to attack!”

“die! “Die!”

The temperament of the men who had to keep warm even in the harsh cold of the north wind was clearly more barbaric and vicious than that of people in any other region.

The madness of the North, which is difficult to express through tactics and strategies alone, was conveyed through their axes.

‘also!’

Sigmund, who had been constantly encouraging the soldiers, gritted his teeth as he saw the blood exploding in front of him.

As expected, it was impossible for western spearmen to deal with northern infantry alone.

If it were a fight between infantry and infantry, it would be difficult to find a class within the empire that could defeat them.

“Hold on just a little longer! “The time will surely come!”

Nevertheless, this is why Sigmund continues to push his soldiers towards the front lines.

If there are vicious axe soldiers in the north, there are cavalrymen crossing the harsh wastelands in the west.

“If these guys hold on, our flow will come again!”

Due to the characteristics of the western region, it was natural for the level of cavalry to develop.

Moreover, the western heavy cavalry, equipped with equipment stolen from the dwarves, was clearly difficult for the northern cavalry to deal with.

The reason Peter deliberately took a position on the muddy grassland was because he was concerned about their attack.

‘All it takes is one shot!’

In the current situation where everything is collapsing, it is probably the most reliable method to rely on.

Therefore, Sigmund decided to overcome this difficulty through selection and concentration.

Through the tip of the spear of Gaidar’s proud cavalry.

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The ground is soggy and the horses’ hooves are getting heavy.

The sticky grasslands of Deremar with the summer weather were clearly an unfamiliar battlefield for the knights of the West.

“The enemy is responding!”

Godin clicked his tongue, thinking that he had chosen such a damn battlefield.

The speed is getting slower and slower.

But it may be possible.

Because everything has been hit by this attack.

“Bayezid’s cavalry is coming on the right!”

“Ignore it!”

The cavalry’s charge is like an arrow.

From the moment you leave until you reach the enemy, you must not stop.

The Gaidar cavalry, who knew this, began charging towards the soldiers holding their shields without any hesitation.

Phudduddudduddudddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

!

The sound of the shield breaking is loud.

The screams that followed were all too familiar to them.

‘also!’

There is an attack that cannot be prevented even if one is aware of it.

For Gaidar, the cavalry charge was always a sure formula for victory, and so Sigmund had no doubt that he would be able to clear the way through this single attack.

‘……?’

However, Godin, who was actually charging, felt his fingertips gradually becoming cold due to the strange sensation of being touched by the tip of the spear.

‘not enough!’

It was definitely reaching, but it felt like something was missing.

I had to stab it for a while longer, but the tip of the spear that I was throwing out felt somehow empty.

“Holy shit!”

Godin, who was looking into the distance rather than at the tip of the spear, realized where the strange sensation came from.

An angle cleverly hidden by a curved hill.

It was only now that he was faced with an unrecognizable formation below that he revealed himself.

‘Diagonal formation!’

Although they thought they were standing in a straight line, Bayezid’s soldiers were actually lined up diagonally.

Only an accurate hit could deliver a clear impact, but Gaidar’s charge, which was bent at an angle, had no choice but to lead in the direction they were leading along the slowly erected shield wall.

“Detour right away…!”

Because I was the most confident, I was able to respond most definitely.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” “……!”

Before we knew it, Bayezid’s cavalry had become another wall, depriving Gaidar of space to detour.

“I must have been doing well all this time.”

A red world was flowing through my closed left eye.

Rutger Bayezid.

A man who is almost certain to become the next head of the family.

“Push! “You must not give space!”

“shit!”

To the right is a wall of infantry shields.

On the left, Bayezid’s cavalry followed closely.

And so, waiting for the Gaidar cavalry in a place that gradually narrowed like the mouth of a funnel, were Bayezid’s knights with an unusual force.

All of them had their left eyes closed.

“Bring it to me! “Knights!”

The tip of the sword of Peter, the lord and knight, was pointed at the oncoming cavalry.

“Their heads! The end of those who mocked Bayezid!”

A charge rushing towards destruction.

The knights of the West also rushed to fight back in their own world, but they were not what Bayezid’s knights were targeting.

Heeeeeeeeh-!

Argh!

The screams of the horses that had lost their legs began to echo loudly over the hills of the meadow.

The separated knees were struggling in vain toward the ground they could no longer reach.

“Ugh!”

Horses falling to the ground with a heavy sound.

The movements of the knights struggling above them were rising high into the sky.

The western charge, which had lost momentum, began to stop in front of the northern knights.

“Knights of Bayezid!”

A cavalry unit that has lost its horse can no longer be called a cavalry unit.

The cold north wind began to blow in front of them, who were forced to do so.

“from now on!”

The gaze of each other on the frozen ground.

From now on, it was time for the knights.