Chapter 22: Civil War Period – Lafayette’s Front (3)

Chapter 22: Civil War Period – Lafayette’s Front (3)

Translated by Mara Sov

Civil War Period Lafayettes Front (3)

After the cannon fire, the majority of Knights and cavalry were reduced to lumps of meat and viscera.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were either writhing on the ground while screaming, clutching the places where arms or legs were supposed to be, or were completely frozen, having lost all sense of reason.

Even my own soldiers who witnessed this massacre were either staring blankly at this scene or were clutching their mouths to contain their rising bile.

Seeing this, I spurred my horse towards them and shouted.

Snap out of it! The battle is not over yet! Quickly, reload the cannons!

Reloading!

Even if we managed to wipe out most of the Knights with our ambush, the enemy still outnumbered us.

Fortunately, the enemy also seemed to be frozen in place, dumbstruck by the sigh of their strongest force composed of Knights and heavy cavalry being slaughtered like never before.

The cannon fire resumed once more from the high ground.

As another cannonball flew into their disorganized ranks, it was clear to see that the enemy troops were becoming increasingly panicked.

Reload the muskets! Artillerymen Prepare to fire at my command!

Yes, My Lord!

The cannons are ready!

Fire!

The artillerymen covered their ears as the cannonballs flew towards the enemy troops.

At this distance, I could see the soldiers being crushed by the cannonballs, while their miserable screams filled the plains.

The musketeers are ready, My Lord!

Fire!

Following my order, the muskets spilled fire as more soldiers fell victim to the bullet rain and panic spread throughout the army.

My Lord! Enemy mage sighted!

While the musketeers continued to reload their weapons and prepare for their next volley, a torrent of water fell upon their heads, and in a single instant, dozens of muskets became useless.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

However, this changed nothing!

Reload the functioning muskets! The enemy has already lost their cohesion!

The moment is near.

Suddenly, a cavalry burst from within the forest with Sir Gaston at their lead charging toward the enemys flank which was still disorganized from the barrage of artillery and gunfire.

At last!

I too drew my sword and shouted.

All soldiers! Draw your swords! Prepare to charge!

Draw swords!

Prepare to charge!

The musketeers hastily tossed their guns aside and drew their swords, as the spearmen stepped forward, but it was frustrating to still see some hesitation from my forces.

Chargeee! Sweep the enemy away!

As I spurred my horse and rushed forward, the soldiers lost their hesitation and followed my lead.

Follow the Lord! Attack!

Charge at them men!

The enemies who were too panicked to form an organized response were quickly overwhelmed by the last barrage of cannon fire.

Seeing their panicked faces while we closed in, I became certain.

That we had won.

Damien De Millbeaus face was pale, as if his very soul had been extracted from his body. The events happening before him were a nightmare, as the army continued to be plundered by a barrage of gunfire and cannonballs.

Ah, hahaha I see! Im dreaming arent I?

The Heir of Lafayette.

Whenever he believed that victory against that man was certain, he would be defeated in the most unbelievable and cowardly way possible.

Even so, after all his experiences, Damien was still completely gobsmacked as he never imagined such a devastating defeat.

4.000 troops against a mere 1.500.

Pulling her hand, I quickly secured her in my arms and whispered in her ear just to be sure one would hear this.

Be careful, Christine. There must be some Knights who managed to flee.

Your safety is worth more than any victory.

Christines smile bloomed and with a strange glint in her eyes, she said, unfazed by my sudden pull.

Look whos talking. Ill say the same to you, Pierre. Be careful. Ive invested a great deal in you, so take care of yourself.

With a sudden chuckle, I released my hold on her and stepped back.

Haha-. Understood, My Countess. However, I must ask, surely youll share the spoils collected from all my hard work, right?

Hmm, that will depend on how youll behave, My Lord.

Sigh-. As always, she never concedes even an inch.

Shaking my head, I raised the banner.

As my officials recognized the signal, they gathered for a meeting.

While they organized themselves, I looked at Christine.

Her back was turned to me as she was busy ordering her vassals around.

With a strange sense of rightness, I also trusted my back to her as I now marched for the next battlefield.

To partake in the main dish King Louis himself.

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In the eastern territory of Francia.

The forces of Duke Orleans and Duke Lorenne had several skirmishes for the first days after their initial encounter, but they soon found themselves entrenched opposite to each other.

A tall man wearing a fancy uniform with a stylish fur hat turned his horse away from the smoke rising in the distance as he galloped towards his camp.

Captain.

Sir!

Everyones working hard today, I see. Well then, shall we go in?

Y-yes, Y-yes, everyone is keeping their swords ready, Sir.

With a rather casual dialogue, the man entered the tent at the center of the camp and immediately frowned at the loud snoring sound coming from within.

The supposed loud snoring was coming from a bundle curled up in a blanket in the corner of the tent.

Hey.

Of course, he received no answer, so the man walked closer to it and kicked the sleeping figure.

ZZzzZZzz. Agh! Wha, what the!

Sleeping on duty I see. No matter how stupidly the nobles fight, this is a bit too much, isnt it?

The man tumbled out of his resting place, rubbed his eyes, sighed, and pressed a hand to his forehead.

No, Jerome its not. Were not going to fight anyway, you know? Those noble bastards wont even bother with inspecting us because they know that too.

Ah for gods sake! What are you now? A bloody prophet?

No? Im your superior officer, and you are my subordinate, Jerome Morelle.

Huh, well so you know this! Youre a real piece of work, Mr. Valliant. A common man like me cannot dare to grasp the workings of your profound foresight, so Id appreciate it if you blessed me with an explanation?

As Jerome Morelle put all his available sarcasm into his words, Raphael Valliant looked at him and yawned lazily before speaking.

Our army is 6.000 strong, but we have almost 0 Knights here. Who in their right mind would be so desperate to contract city militia like us as mercenaries? That stuck-up Duke of Orleans never intended to fight in the first place, we are just here to make pretend, and maybe stall that Lorenne Duke or something. I bet that the main forces with all cool Knights and fancy mages are all gathered on the main front in the center. Looks like the King really wants the Blue Knights head.

Huh.

At this point, Duke Lorenne would have to be an idiot to not notice something was wrong, but what do you know? Hes indeed an idiot. Just another petty noble whos more focused on conserving his troops to see the big picture. So because of this, there wont be any true engagements. So well just stay here, look good while doing it of course, get our pay, fill our bellies with good food, and go home. Got it?

After this long explanation, Raphael Valliant yawned again, picked up his blanket, and wriggled back into his makeshift bed.

Now that I have enlightened you, please dont disturb my precious nap anymore.

Fuck. Here I was hoping we would get to ride into a fight and be the heroes at least once, but Im stuck here?

As his friend continued to complain, Raphael yawnedagain, and with a sleepy tone, said.

Exactly. It would be fun if we got to see some action. But I dont think I would last much in a fight in this damned Knight Kingdom.

With a face that had become the epitome of laziness, Raphael rustled inside the blankets searching for the optimal position to take his nap he paused for a moment before adding one last line as his eyes were closed and his mouth curled into a slight smile.

Ah, if only this country would flip over its head! That way Im sure some interesting stuff would happen.

TL NOTE: And heres here lads and lasses.

The man the MC feared the most, the legendary Rapheal Valliant.is a slob.

/genesisforsaken