Chapter 13: The Onset Of Crisis (4)

Chapter 13: The Onset Of Crisis (4)

“Is it because I have never once failed when I proposed an operation?”

The battalion commander looked at me with intrigued eyes.

“Alright, but considering the circumstances, get straight to the point.”

“We need to lead our allies immediately to support the battalion that has fallen for the enemy’s bait operation. We could leave the insubordinate student platoon leader to his fate, but if we continue like this, our division will suffer irreversible damage.”

My reasoning might sound like arguing in an FPS game that we need to rescue a troll during team play.

Thus, in such a gaming situation, one might lightly argue, ‘Let the troll die and rejoin after respawn.’Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

However, in real combat, not only would the broken battalion never revive, but the morale of the soldiers who witnessed their allies getting trounced would plummet.

Furthermore, our strength decreases as the enemy kills our troops.

To put it dramatically, if a single troll died, it would be a 2v1 instead of a 2v2, distancing us further from victory.

The battalion commander seemed to understand and fell silent in contemplation.

Trying to press the urgency, I urged,

“The enemy also suffered considerable losses in their attempt to bait us, so they will take some time to reorganize. If we shoot magic and arrows at the enemy battalion that’s pushing our allies and then launch a full-scale attack, we have a chance of winning.”

“You have a point, but...”

Judging by his hesitance, it seemed like he was wondering what was in it for him.

Though it was disgraceful to see a soldier prioritize personal gain in such a situation, there was nothing I could do if that’s how the superiors operate.

“If we rescue the battalion in peril due to the student platoon leader’s rash actions, perhaps I, who proposed this plan, could be awarded the 1st Class Silver Cross. But wasn’t it the battalion commander who recognized and led this operation? Thus, aiming for the 2nd Class Gold Cross and the Allied Rescue Medal seems reasonable.”

Upon hearing this, the battalion commander asked with a satisfied expression,

“Fine, I’ll follow your suggestion. It’s within my authority to move the troops to rescue another battalion.”

“Thank you. Additionally, please send a messenger to the division commander to request support for the isolated battalion using the same method. The insubordinate student platoon leaders can be beheaded or punished later. What have the innocent platoon members done wrong?”

“Our soldiers have had enough rest, so let’s get ready to move out. This time, let your company take the lead.”

Five minutes after the conversation with the battalion commander, me and my company were at the forefront of the battalion, awaiting the charge order as instructed.

In the midst of this, the company commander, with a mix of jest and displeasure, remarked,

“That brat now moves not only company commanders but even battalion commanders. I couldn’t even imagine doing that in my younger days. There’s definitely a difference with someone who has received a 2nd Class Silver Cross.”

Taking advantage of the enemy regiment’s soldiers, who were still organizing their formation, they charged forward without discretion, like a rampaging tank wielding their spears.

Under normal circumstances, such a tactic would lead to being impaled by the enemy’s spears.

The threat of spearmen was when they were properly postured to counter the enemy, not when they were fumbling and couldn’t even properly wield their spears.

Just before their spears pierced through their enemy’s body, the Yaeger platoon’s soldiers shouted out loud, increasing their speed.

“Kill those who envy the nobles for eating snails and grow snails in their ears!”

“Show them what a real man is!”

“Kill them all!”

Our platoon’s spears accurately targeted and pierced through the enemy, who didn’t even have proper armor.

Almost 10 enemy soldiers, trying unconsciously to cover the holes in their bodies with their hands, painfully died.

Seizing the moment, I laid down my spear and drew the sword from my waist, cutting down soldiers in awkward positions where the spear couldn’t reach.

Deep down, I wanted to kill all the enemies, find the regiment commander as before, behead him, and get the 1st Class Silver Cross medal...

Looking around, I saw the enemy’s reserve regiment slowly approaching our flank.

At that moment, the battalion commander signaled for our battalion to retreat and face the approaching reserve regiment.

“Leave playing with these young ones to the next battalion. Our platoon will immediately leave here and skewer the supporting Francois troops like shish kebabs. Retreat.”

Following the battalion commander’s order, our battalion quickly retreated to face the newly emerging enemy regiment.

Meanwhile, out of concern, I checked the state of our battalion that had been caught by the enemy’s feint.

Thanks to our momentum breaking and causing chaos, they seemed to be leading the battle slightly favorably.

As our battalion completely retreated and regrouped, the Francois Republic’s reserve soldiers approached us.

There were approximately three companies, which were about four hundred men.

Normally, with our greater numbers, one would think we’d easily win, but due to the continuous battles, our manpower and stamina were significantly drained, making these four hundred men a substantial challenge.

Fortunately for us, the enemy’s reserve forces weren’t the Black Lion Mercenary Group.

The fact that the Black Lion Mercenary Group didn’t come towards us meant...

Our battalion achieved a partial victory, but overall, we suffered significant losses.

Still, if we could withstand this... wouldn’t there be a chance for a turnaround?