Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Krik, kooh-oo, ka.

With the sound of metal clanging, a low growling voice could be heard beyond the slope of the mountain.

Theyve come. Ivan stretched his stiff body in the cold morning air.

Krik, ka-hook, ka!

Its the anthem of Taurs. It was a familiar tune. Roughly translated, it goes like this: We are strong, we kill, we march. The rest is repetition of the same.

Taurs territory in the mountains was one of fury. These bastards were tribes who replaced intellect with violence.

Their sole purpose was feverishly driven by destruction and slaughter. Compared to orcs who at least had some semblance of intellect, Taurs were even simpler tribes.

Krik, kri-hook, ka!!

A group of Taurs, raising clouds of dust, appeared. Roughly about a thousand. The entire army.

This is where the difference with humans becomes apparent. The fact that infiltration units gather in platoon-sized formations in situations where there are no rear supply routes.

They are ones who solely rely on plunder to secure the materials necessary for sustained combat. It means they werent suitable tribes for infiltration in the first place. If you operate a guerrilla unit, theyre bound to go wild and get cut somewhere.

Intellect and tactical thinking worse than wolves. Behaviors no different from beasts fighting in groups.

However, their true worth lies in the fact that each individual possesses mobility and power equivalent to a knight. Thats why Tylesse suffered such defeats against Taurs during the war.

Tumor, their leader, was one of the Seven Dragon Generals that inflicted the most damage on the United Kingdoms solely through force.

Whos going to be the first?

About 3 meters tall with a huge muscular mass that doesnt match their proportions at all. A head with sharp horns resembling both a bull and a bison.

Just gathering together and pounding the ground is enough to make the earth tremble. The fact that they were able to lead such creatures and carry out rear infiltration and cooperative operations with humans speaks volumes about the leader of that group not being an ordinary guy.

Click.

He raised the gun above his left arm. Firmly bracing it and closing one eye. Exhaling low, halfway emptying the lungs of breath.

He lightly applied pressure on the finger on the trigger. Click, clack. The sound of the spring winding in was cheerful.

Like that. He aimed at the guy in the front.

Krik! Hoo!

No response. This one doesnt have line of fire detection. Again, next.

Krik, ka-hook, ka!

Again, next.

And then, next.

The muzzle moved slightly, targeting one by one, meticulously, from the front row, passing through each one.

As if about to shoot at any moment, but steadily restraining.

When the muzzle aimed at the forehead of one guy.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

Krkhp!! Ka!?

His eyes, red with blood, precisely targeted Ivans hiding spot.

From within Ivans sight, he could hear the guy growling. He raised a huge, flesh-stuck axe towards Ivans direction.

A grim momentum gathered as if about to explode. The crowd stopped together and immediately turned towards Ivan, rushing straight at him.

-Dudududududududu!!

Hooves pounded the ground. The noise was akin to tens of thousands of cavalry charging simultaneously.

In Tylesse, there is a saying: Cavalry is the messenger of infantry. In Tylesse, where plains spread everywhere, infantry cannot stop well-trained cavalry head-on.

The charging Taurs were not much different from cavalry. In other words, it was a situation where about a thousand cavalry, literally one body with horses, were rushing and smashing trees.

Unless the number of troops is matched, they will definitely lose in a rotation if not holding the city walls. Thats the common sense left by the lessons from the war with the demons.

However, Ivan is not a war expert. His expertise lies not in war, but in combat, and even more narrowly, he was an expert in special operations related to combat.

Therefore, the general common sense of war differs greatly from Ivans.

With a pistol in hand, Ivan rushed and struck the trees.

As a shepherd drives away cattle with dogs and a whip, the extermination unit uses pistols to drive away.

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Taang!!

A Taur leading the charge poured blood from its eyes and threw its head back sharply. Along with the gunshot, a small lead bullet flew accurately into the guys eye, smashing it.

However, the skull of a Taur was akin to that of a cow, superior to humans in absorbing impact. The lead bullet that ruptured the eye stopped short of reaching the brain.

The blocked vision in one eye and intense pain seemed to fuel the guys anger even more. He spasmed and began to charge again.

Taang!!

Again, gunfire echoed from beyond the bushes. Another guys eye burst out. One gunshot each time. Targeting the small eyes of the Taurs at the forefront.

So he simply raised his hand and fired.

Taang!!

It was the morning after Bertom collapsed.

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Maromdong Baron Serte was taken aback by the sudden guest. This man, who led dozens of villagers, was the lord of a neighboring territory that had competed with him until a few days ago.

While he had encountered minor disputes over tolls and petty conflicts with nearby farms, he had never expected to meet him in such a state.

Serte looked at Noar with a bewildered face.

What in the world is this? Did you come here as if fleeing from bandits?

Its something more serious than that.

A lord whose territory had collapsed usually tended to request assistance in a more humble manner. Expecting him to approach with smiles and laughter, Serte shook his head at Noars stiffened form.

But when he saw the object Noar held out, Baron Serte shuddered.

Demon? Taurs?

We need to gather the nobles. Tylesse is under attack.

How many? How many are there?

The number that trampled my territory exceeds a thousand. Duke Etarique is said to be building a defensive line in the Bernini Mountains.

How How could this happen?

Serte trembled as he looked at the grim artifacts placed on the table.

It was the skull of a dead Taur, not decomposed for long.

There was no way to fake something like this. Taurs were rare demon beyond the Eastern Front in this era.

Its Duke Etariques order. Gather as much military strength as possible and establish a front near Moramdong within five days to clear out the remnants of the scattered enemy.

Who would follow? Its not autumn!

The military strength of ordinary small territories consists mostly of conscripted soldiers, and most of them are peasants or tenant farmers.

Mobilization orders during the farming season could lead to the pillars of the territory being uprooted. Its not easy to follow a large-scale deployment order when even sending a few knights is difficult. However, Baron Noar nodded heavily.

I swear on my life. Those who resist will be dealt with both during and after the war, as ordered by Duke Etarique.

Wouldnt it be better to ask Vermontpor Count for help?

Id rather give a knife to a pig.

Noar chuckled dismissively, ignoring the nobles etiquette.

If you ask that guy for military aid, will he move? Its a relief if we can act after our territories are completely ruined, rather than waiting leisurely until were all dead and then trying to swallow us.

But if its the Counts order

Even if the Count himself comes to order, they wont budge for at least half a year. Baron Serte, look at my situation. Even if its your territory, can you withstand a thousand Taurs?

If Vermontpor just collapsed recently, it wouldnt be strange if they came to my territory by now. Instead of mobilizing troops now, its better to flee.

But there was someone who could stop them. The knight of Duke Etarique, who foresaw this. He said we could hold out for five days, but now

Noar spoke, looking out the window with sunken eyes.

We have no choice but to believe.

Six knights were all that could escape. That was all. Even then, it was barely enough time for almost all the villagers to be eaten.

But that man

Facing the army alone without showing a hint of fear, what kind of life had he lived?

Noar knew the type of man he was. The kind who could face an entire army alone with just his own strength.

Even if they couldnt do that much, at least they were always the ones who bravely moved forward in the face of death.

If they die, they will be remembered as heroes of the homeland,

If they return alive, well

They will be hailed as heroes and forever remembered in history.

Is this the difference between a Duke and a mere rural Baron? Sending only such men to fend off infiltration units in the rear.

Regardless of the horrors of the front line, it was an appointment to minimize the damage to the people of the inland territory.

Etarique, the homelands guardian, was a shield of the hero party. It was only fitting for him. Unlike the fat greedy nobles, he was one of the few great knights left in this country.

For five days, we might barely make it to Leudmiyu and Demongmor, but even then, we dont know how many will gather.

Ill go to Demongmor. Would you persuade Baron Leudmiyu for me?

With pleasure.

The two barons, who had been rivals for a long time, firmly clasped each others hands and paused for a moment. Soon they called their attendants and rode off in their respective directions.

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