Chapter 158: The Battle Of Richten Hill (1)

Chapter 158: The Battle Of Richten Hill (1)

The six divisions of the Reich Empire were currently stationed at Richten Hill, and the soldiers were looking down with despairing expressions.

At the bottom of the hill, one could easily count a number of Swiss infantry that seemed to reach at least 100,000.

Upon seeing this horrific sight, not only the soldiers of the Reich Empire, but even the officers began to lose all morale.

Sergeant Paulo, assigned to the Reich Empires Checker Company, muttered with a ghastly feeling,

Damn, were all finished. Were all going to die here.

What Paulo whispered in a very low voice represented the feelings of every soldier present.

Even if the soldiers were ignorant people with only the bare minimum knowledge necessary to survive in the army, such as reading and writing, learned at training camps, it did not mean they were inherently unintelligent.

Thus, facing and holding off more than 100,000 soldiers here was a dreadful task, and even if by some means they managed to survive, they could be ambushed by the Swiss populace and soldiers on their way back to the empire, not knowing when or how.

They knew that they would be pursued by them and forced into numerous unfavorable battles.The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))

However, among the soldiers plunged into despair about the bleak future, there was a glimmer of hope from the rumor that a young and celebrated general of the empire, known as a military genius, had sworn to take the lead, staking his honor.

Private Dennis, do you believe that rumor? That the Division Commander will fight alongside us at the front?

To that, the private looked around cautiously and quietly said,

I might believe it if it were a battalion commander, but a person who rose to the rank of Lieutenant General at 26? Such a noble person wouldnt stand at the forefront for us, mere peasant soldiers.

Right? But Sergeant Randel from the unit next to us said he directly heard, while crying, that Lieutenant General Yeager himself would take the lead.

I heard it too. He said all soldiers are like his own children. So, I hope that rumor is true.

Then, the private spoke in a voice that seemed slightly choked with emotion.

Anyway, isnt he the one who beheaded that damn Khan? Moreover, hes already being talked about as the next marshal in the empire. So, if such a person risks himself to lead us, I feel like we can also make it back alive.

The sergeant replied in a self-mocking tone to the privates expression of hope.

I wish that were true. Really

As the soldiers murmured this, looking down at the Swiss soldiers swarming like cockroaches below, the sound of a trumpet echoed.

It wasnt the solemn and heavy sound for advancing or starting a battle, but a lively and quick trumpet sound that signaled the approach of generals.

Hearing this, the soldiers turned their eyes towards the center of the sound with a feeling of disbelief, and there was the one person they had all been waiting for.

Lieutenant General Yeager?

Is someone as high-ranking as a Division Commander really going to lead the front?

Those damned bastards dare to encroach on our land and hold out! Kill them all!

Capture the Crown Prince! Kill Peter Yeager, the murderer of the brave soldiers of Ticino Canton!!

We must avenge our fellow countrymen!

The Swiss fools were desperate to avenge the 2,000 or so compatriots who had been captured by the 7th Division and then brutally beheaded.

They also seemed very excited at the thought of capturing the Crown Prince alive and demanding a huge ransom and territory from the empire.

Even if the entire course of the war turned in their favor, only half of their wishes would be fulfilled.

Because although the imperial camp was adorned with flags, armor, and various symbols representing the Crown Prince, the real Crown Prince was already crossing somewhere in the Ticino Canton with over 2,000 knights.

Of course, since I planned to return alive with as many soldiers as possible from here, all their dreams would inevitably turn to dust.

Now, since theyve gone through so much trouble to get here, shouldnt we generously treat them with logs? Roll the logs!

After giving the order, I, along with the soldiers, grunted as we brought over the logs we had prepared, each weighing hundreds of kilos.

Soon, dozens of logs rolled down from the hill where we were towards the bottom where the Swiss soldiers were, crushing their formation.

Damn bastards, instead of running away with your tails between your legs, youll die obediently when caught!

Shit, my leg! Get the log off me, now!

Despicable empire bastards, where did you learn such dirty tricks?!

Then, immediately, according to a predetermined order, the soldiers began to wildly shoot magic and arrows down the hill.

With just this, the initial momentum of the Swiss army was greatly weakened.

However, driven by their greed to capture the Crown Prince and seize the empires land, they did not give up and charged in.

I also took up a crossbow and shot arrows towards the enemy.

Lieutenant General Yeager is shooting arrows from the front line himself! You bastards, put some more effort into it!

The Khan Slayer, who cut down the barbarian Khan of the North, is with us! But surely, none of us would be scared of mere Swiss bandit scum!

Lets kill them all without missing a single one! Lets kill even more of them!

The impact of leading the soldiers like this was tremendous, spreading a fierce will to fight among all the defending soldiers like wildfire that was gradually igniting.

Naturally, the morale, which had been at rock bottom before the battle started, began to rise gradually

Soon, the Swiss bastards will come near our fortress! But do not worry! I, Peter Yeager, will at least take the lives of 10 men here today! So, each of you must kill at least two of the enemies! We will return to the empire alive!