CH 82

Unprepared disaster (3)

As soon as you hear the news that the enemies have attacked.

Roman knew that the Fifth Line would not last long.

'The Southern Front is a place where the sense of national defense is lacking as a whole, but among them, the 5th Defense Line has the worst power due to the commander, Baron Bruce. With aging equipment and a rotten mental state, even if it lasted a long time, it wouldn't be more than two hours. You must arrive in at least an hour.'

Information from Lucas.

And it was the same thing mentioned in the book McBurney gave me.

There was no time.

After notifying the officers of the reserve unit that he would go first, Roman quickly moved with the soldiers.

About 2 hours from the reserve unit.

Common sense is that it is very difficult to cut it in half, but Roman's soldiers followed Roman without any complaints.

It was the moment when the training in the past shined.

For the soldiers who constantly climbed the mountain with heavy armor on a daily basis, running on flat ground was not enough to cause them to lose their breath.

Let's run for a while

Before long, we reached the vicinity of the 5th defense line.

That was then.

Seeing a man hurriedly running from afar, Roman stopped first and sent a stop sign to the soldiers.

"Oh, it's a reserve force!"

The man was dazzled.

Baron Bruce.

To him, the reserve force was like an oasis in the desert.

He wiped the sweat with his sleeve, then walked up to Roman and said,

"Are you the commander of these soldiers? Omit the Gwandeung Name (官等姓名) and guide me to the rear for now. Now it is more important for me to inform the Royal Family of the dangers of the Southern Front than to help the 5th Defense Line."

I continued to gasp for breath.

Seeing the appearance of Baron Bruce who treated him like it was natural, Roman looked at him.

'The commander of the 5th line of defense.'

It was the face I found in the directory.

the problem is.

Now that the war broke out, he was not supposed to be here.

There were only two possibilities.

Either the Fifth Defense Line was already captured, or he fled alone.

"Baron Bruce. Why are you here alone with no troops?"

"Baron Bruce?! Have you ever seen such a cheeky bastard? If you belonged to the reserve unit, you would be a semi-noble at best, but you dare speak nonsense to me?"

"Now I think I misunderstood something ."

q

"Gagging?!"

Roman grabbed Baron Bruce's collar.

A pathetic move meant nothing.

Baron Bruce frantically tried to shake off Roman's hand, but his strong grip forcefully suppressed it so that he could not move at all.

Roman Dmitry looking down at Baron Bruce.

For a moment, my heart felt cold.

It was too ferocious to be a human eye, and Baron Bruce couldn't handle it.

said Roman.

"Your presence here means a fact. The fact that a writer called the commander abandoned the soldiers and ran away. According to the military law, a deserter can be summarily executed regardless of their status. Do you know what that means?"

"You may ."

"Maybe not."

Scratch!

The wind blew.

I didn't even see Roman pull out his sword, but before I knew it, the blade of the sword reflected in the sun cut Baron Bruce's neck.

Baron Bruce's head falling to the floor.

The face that could not accept death had a look of terror.

widely.

wiped the blood

It was a shocking situation.

Even though it was a huge event to kill a nobleman, Roman's eyes were dull as he looked at the corpse lying on the floor.

"At least if I had ordered a retreat and ran away, I wouldn't have died at my hands."

This will not be a problem.

now at war

The only witnesses were Roman's soldiers, and they were no different from Roman, and they weren't too surprised by the current situation.

In the process of destroying Barco.

Roman showed the face of a predator.

Maybe when Baron Bruce actually screamed, they too wanted the same ending.

Go.

Roman takes the first step.

In order not to miss him, the soldiers quickly followed, leaving Baron Bruce's corpse alone.

* * *

only 1 hour.

About that time has passed since the enemy's attack started.

It is still time to take advantage of Mercury's advantage, but the 5th defense line with the gates pierced has become a hell of a hell of a fight.

Whoops!

"Gagging."

"Aww!"

Screams echoed from all directions.

The soldiers of Hector's kingdom mercilessly slaughtered the soldiers of Cairo, and the enemies constantly rushing into the gates resulted in many deaths.

There was no way to stop it.

The dusty magical weapons did not listen, but when they fired arrows, the enemies had already invaded the wall.

still.

The soldiers fought to the end.

As Baron Bruce ordered a desperate fight, Stephen, the only knight in the 5th Defense Line, swung his sword against evil.

die!

Whoops!

His face was drenched in the blood of the enemy.

At least Steven, who is called a "real soldier" in the 5th line of defense, cut down the enemies one after the other.

There are already twelve soldiers who have died due to their sharp swordsmanship. But there was no end in sight.

When I saw the constant influx of enemy soldiers, my mouth was dry even as Steven.

'Damn it, damn it.'

finished.

It was a battle that had already been lost.

If the gates were still in good condition, they would endure it, but there was no way to stop the enemies from the moment the gates opened.

'I knew this day would come someday.'

carelessness is contagious.

Everyone knew that poorly maintained equipment and neglected vigilantes were clearly wrong.

But what if everyone acted complacency from generation to generation?

People have accepted it as a practice.

The Southern Front has a strong commander.

As a single knight, he could not change many things, and as he accepted the reality, it became the current situation.

Curl rumble.

The wall collapsed.

Enemies rushing through the collapsed walls.

It was dark before my eyes.

Even with Mercury's advantage, the Fifth Defense Line was only able to hold out for an hour and was on the verge of being captured.

'You can't be annihilated like this. Even if we retreat, we have to save the soldiers and plan for the future.'

I hurriedly found the commander.

Command is the commander's realm.

I was going to persuade Baron Bruce to retreat, but no matter how much I looked, the commander was nowhere to be seen.

'surely.'

suddenly.

I remembered Baron Bruce running alone.

At the time, I never thought of running away.

Is it reasonable to say that a person whose name is the commander of a defensive line escapes without fighting properly?

The blood was cold.

Steven had an intuition that this was his death ground.

"You fucking pig."

You can run away with him.

However.

I didn't want to.

I thought it would be an honor to die while fighting to the best of my ability, rather than abandoning everyone in order to live alone.

"Aaaaaah!"

He grabbed a sword and ran.

They cut enemies and cut them again.

It's a dead life anyway.

Baron Bruce wouldn't leave the survivors alone, even to cover up his wealth, and there was no reason to keep important figures like Stephen even more alive.

I felt at ease.

for accepting death. Even as the wounds on his body were increasing one by one, Steven was drenched in madness and took the lives of his enemies.

Scratch!

cut the enemy's flesh.

It felt like life was being cut through the sword, but in return, Steven was also stabbed with a spear from behind.

puck!

"Gagging."

Pain ran through my brain.

Now death was in sight.

As he cut off the head of the soldier who had barely stabbed him, he thought as he looked at the sword that fell right above his head.

'It's over.'

Now it was the limit.

The moment you accept death.

Whoops!

A man with dark hair appeared, splattering bright red blood.

* * *

When Roman arrived at the scene.

The gates had already been pierced.

I had no time to think.

Running forward first, he gave orders to the soldiers.

"I will take the lead. Take your enemies one by one and follow me."

It was like a previous life.

Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk.

He was always at the forefront and fought the enemies before anyone else, and thus achieved a great achievement of subjugating the Moorim.

It was no different in this world.

If you kill even one more person.

He knew that the war could be ended with minimal damage.

Roman flew over the land that had been turned into a shamrock, and swung his sword at the enemies who found him.

Whoops!

It was the beginning of the massacre.

The two soldiers who first launched the pincer had their throats blown away in one blow, and the soldiers who attacked Roman from all directions fell down in the blink of an eye, spraying blood.

It was overwhelming power.

Roman, like a wolf that fell among the flocks, slashed forward quickly, slashing the foes he encountered.

I wasn't in a hurry.

at reasonable intervals.

The distance from the soldiers was maintained, and most of the blades that should naturally be aimed at the soldiers were concentrated on Roman.

"Hey, you monstrous bastard!"

"Kill that guy!"

Hector's soldiers.

They also knew that Roman was no ordinary person.

They attacked Roman at the same time, but no matter how many numbers attacked, it was the kingdom of Hector who became the corpse.

only 5 minutes.

Roman cut dozens of soldiers in that short time.

Other people's blood was dripping from the sword, and Roman was drenched in blood.

That was then.

In Roman's sight, he saw the figure of a man fighting with his enemies.

'Steven?'

A person in the directory.

According to Lucas' information, it was explained that if deployed at the 5th Defense Line, at least Steven was worth using.

so that.

Roman made a quick decision.

They slaughtered the enemies blocking their way.

And then.

At that moment when Steven accepted death.

He blows away the head of the enemy who was swinging his sword at Steven.

Whoops!

tuk.

Degururu.

head rolled on the ground.

There was no time to talk to each other.

A large number of enemies had entered the wall, and Roman was constantly slashing the enemies who rushed at him like a deokdal.

" What is this?"

series of sights.

Steven was stunned.

Roman's unilaterally slaughtering his enemies without accepting the fact that he was still alive came as a shock.

Was there such a person on the Southern Front?

In his complicated mind, he suddenly remembered a person.

"Roman Dmitry. He will be assigned to the 5th Line Reserve Unit."

This morning.

That's what I heard from Baron Bruce.

Upon hearing the news that a ranker would be assigned to the Southern Front, Stephen was frankly unable to accept Roman Dmitry's existence.

Rankers are strong.

In the end, he thought that he was needed for the Western Front rather than the Southern Front, and if Roman Dmitry truly cares about the safety of the kingdom, he should not be assigned to the 5th Defense Line.

However.

That was an illusion.

Seeing Roman's arrival so quickly, Stephen immediately recognized how hard he had been running.

Whoops!

" Crackle."

Cleaned up the last enemy remaining nearby.

Roman wiped the blood off his sword and walked up to Steven and said,

"Are you Steven?"

Yes.

"Baron Bruce is dead. From now on, you are in charge of this place, and in your judgment as you have served on the Fifth Line for many years, tell me what methods are needed to protect this place. If, by your judgment, there is no hope, I, Roman Dmitry, as the head of the reserve force, will have all the troops retreated."

It was an embarrassing situation.

My mind wasn't ready for it.

Roman asked Steven for advice based on his "experience", and Steven thought about it briefly but thoughtfully.

" In fact, it's a battle that's already in vogue. Common sense is that retreating is the right decision, but doing so gives the enemy an advantage. A river flows behind the southern front. They need to secure a path for the supply troops to move in case the war is prolonged, but unless they capture five defense lines, they cannot lead the war into a long-term war."

As I spoke, I cleared my mind.

At first, I thought I should give up.

But the more I talked, the more I couldn't leave this place.

if so.

It was necessary to turn the plate over somehow.

"There is only one way. Enemies no longer have to push through the gates. The passageway is not very wide in the gap where the wall has collapsed, but the gate is different. If only I could secure 10 minutes of time. By using the spare iron fence, we can block the entry of enemies, even if it is a desperate measure."

It was the only way.

When all enemies enter the castle.

There was no win.

Even though Steven knew it was a very difficult choice, he said the best choice considering the circumstances.

However.

It was an impossible way to think about it.

With so many enemy forces already approaching the fortress, how on earth did you break through them and secure the gate?

That was then.

Roman said without thinking at all.

"From now on, I will secure a space for the iron fence to be installed. Now, move your troops and prepare the iron fence."

at that word.

Steven couldn't help but roll his eyes.