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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 148: Crash (3)

Chapter 148: Crash (3)

As⁠‌ Sigmund was resolving⁠ the confusion for‌​​ a while, he‍‍ could feel a black shadow swiftly⁠ passing by his‌‌‌ side.

Blonde​‌ hair and blue​‍​ eyes.

The​⁠‍ strong impression was⁠ that the appearance⁠​​ reminded me of⁠​ a name I had already heard⁠‌​ without anyone nearby‌‌‌ explaining it to​‍ me.

“Eh,‍‍‌ I…”

Vlad⁠ of Soara.

The⁠ northern brat who‌⁠ dared to take⁠ the sword from‌​⁠ my son.

“Is​‍‍ there such a crazy bastard?”

And‍‌ now this guy‌‌​ is doing crazy‍‍⁠ things.

No⁠​⁠ matter how messy‍ the formation was,⁠⁠ even though he​‍ was in the⁠‍⁠ middle of enemy‌⁠ lines, that damn‌ brat just took‍‌‍ advantage of the​⁠‌ gap and ran.‍

If⁠⁠ it weren’t for‌‌​ the enemy, it‍‌ would have been‌⁠‌ an acrobatic move‍ that would have‌‍‌ been fascinating to‌​‍ watch, but it⁠‌​ couldn’t be done‌ because every time⁠⁠ he moved, the‍​ formation that had⁠‍ been carefully stitched​​​ together was torn‍ apart.

“Ha…”⁠‌

Sigmund‍ was more surprised‌ by Vlad’s current⁠‍⁠ behavior than by‍‍​ Bayezid’s cavalry that‍ had just attacked.‍

The‍ attack was predictable,​​ but this crazy​⁠⁠ act was something‍​ he had never‍‍⁠ seen before.

“What⁠ is this… He‍ suddenly came out‍​‍ from behind!”

“Is‌​​ the castle gate⁠ open? Is this‍‌ really okay?”

The‍ Bayezid knight appeared‍​‌ like lightning and‌⁠ was gone, as​​ if he could​⁠‌ attack them as‍‌ much as he⁠‍ wanted.

Although‍ it was unintentional,​ Vlad’s movements were‍⁠‍ like throwing a stone at Sigmund’s‌‌‍ anxiety that he‌ had worked so⁠⁠ hard to suppress.​

Like‍​ gentle waves on‍ a lake, the‌‍​ anxious murmurs of​ the soldiers were​‌ slowly spreading among‍‍ Gaidar’s army.

***‌⁠

Vlad​​‌ runs alone from⁠⁠ the enemy camp⁠​ and crosses the​‌ green pastures.

The​⁠​ open space between‍‍ Gaidar and Bayezid,‌‍‌ which no one‌‍ could reach, was‍‍ giving Vlad an‌‌‌ unfamiliar sense of⁠‍ liberation.

“…!”⁠​‌

However,‍ it was only​ for a moment‌​​ that I smiled‌‌ at the sense‍ of liberation I felt. Soon, Vlad‌‍ was pressing his‌‍⁠ body against Noir’s‍‍ back and holding‌ his breath.

Because​ a sinister smell​ began to waft⁠‍ from the sky.​

“Fire!​ If you don’t⁠‌ do it now,​⁠ you’ll never have⁠​​ another chance like⁠‌‌ this!”

Dark‍​ arrows begin to‍‍‌ fill the sky⁠‍ with someone’s shout.​

Vlad⁠​ had to grit​​ his teeth as‍‍‍ he felt the⁠ malice falling over‍ his head and‍ back.

The‍​‌ gap that Vlad​⁠‍ had subtly opened​ gave Bayezid more‌‍‌ time, and Peter’s‌⁠ fierce gaze did​ not miss it.‌​

Argh!‍​‌

Pick‌​ up your shield!‍

The‌ ground was green,‌ but the sky​⁠⁠ was completely dark,‌‍‍ and where the​ black rain had​ passed, someone’s blood​⁠ began to accumulate​ and form a pool of bright‍‍ red.

The‍ world that emerged​‍⁠ through the narrow‍ gap was clearly⁠​ vast, but still​‌⁠ cruel.

“Reveal⁠⁠​ your identity!”

“Bayezid!‌⁠‍ It’s Vlad, the‍​‍ Bayezid knight! I brought a message‍‌ from Lord Joseph!”​​‍

Arrows‍ falling fiercely as​‌⁠ if they were⁠ waiting for him‌‌⁠ to come out.‍‍​

Vlad,‌​ who had crossed​ with Noir, handed​⁠ a sealed letter‍⁠​ to the soldiers⁠​‌ shouting at him‍​‍ to reveal his​ identity.

The‌⁠ letter written by⁠ Joseph himself contained⁠ valuable information that​‌‌ could not be​ conveyed solely through‌ magical cards and​⁠⁠ raven letters.

“Let​‌ him in.”

The‍ phrases written in⁠ the letter indicated⁠‍‍ affiliation, and the‌​‍ direction that came⁠‍ out through the‌ gap demonstrated Vlad’s‌‌‍ loyalty.

For⁠‍⁠ those people, strict‌ verification of identity‌‍⁠ is just a waste of time.⁠‌

“Please‍ follow me.”

The⁠​ center of the‍‍‍ formation moving according‌ to the soldier’s‍⁠ guidance.

The‌​⁠ first thing that⁠⁠​ caught Vlad’s attention⁠‍ was Bayezid’s flag‌​​ waving in the‍‌ wind.

The‍‍⁠ strong walls of​‌‍ Sturma welcomed Vlad.‍

“Lord‍‌ Joseph sent me‌‌​ here. My name‌ is Vlad.”

It‌ was a field‍ without even a tent pitched, but‍‍ it had a more serious atmosphere‌‌ than anywhere else.‌⁠

There⁠‍ were countless knights​ looking at them‌⁠​ as if they‌ were walking on⁠‌‍ a red carpet.‍

Through‌‌‍ the slowly opening‍ path, familiar black‌‌⁠ eyes began to⁠​ look at Vlad.⁠‍​

“Good‌‍​ job. Vlad, Joseph’s‌ knight.”

Peter​‍‌ carefully looked at​‌ the knight who‌​‌ sent his son.​‌

He‌⁠​ struggled to control​⁠​ his breathing, but⁠ his shoulders trembled​‍​ little by little.‌‌

Furthermore,‌⁠​ the heavily dented⁠​ armor clearly demonstrated‌‍ that this young⁠ knight had been‌‌ in a fierce⁠‌ battle for some​‌ time.

“You‌‌​ too, Joseph also…‍ Were you not‍​⁠ injured anywhere?”

“Yes.⁠⁠ He is in​ good health.”

At⁠ Vlad’s response without⁠​ hesitation, Peter finally‍​⁠ felt somewhat relieved.⁠

Although‍​⁠ he didn’t show⁠ it.

“Thank⁠​ goodness.”

The​⁠ noble’s blue blood⁠ made Peter choose⁠ the best efficiency,⁠‌​ but still, his​​ heart did not​‍​ cool down.

He⁠⁠‌ was clearly worried​ about his sickly‍ son and also‌ proud of him.​​

“500​‍​ people.”

After⁠⁠ confirming his son’s​​ safety with his⁠‌ powerfully pressed letter,​ Peter handed Vlad’s⁠ letter to Knight‍‍‍ Commander Antalas.

A report sent not⁠‍ as a son,⁠ but as Joseph,‍‍ the commander of‍​ Deirmar.

The‌ report stated that⁠​⁠ only 500 soldiers​​ could leave through‌⁠⁠ the gates.

“Mmm.”⁠​​

However,‍ what caught Peter’s​ attention was not⁠‌ the number 500,​‌ but a single⁠ line of comment‌​‍ written at the‍⁠‍ end of the​ report.

It‍ was his second‍‌ son who normally‍ did not speak​ military language, but⁠‍​ this time he​ wrote one more‍⁠‌ line especially for​‍ his knight.

“…Do‌‌‍ you want to‌‌‌ fight Godin?”

“Yes.”​

Upon⁠ hearing Peter’s low⁠​​ voice, the eyes‌ of the knights‌ accompanying him began‍⁠‌ to tremble.

“For​ Godin, do you​‌ mean Godin, the​⁠‌ commander of the​ Gaidar Knights?”

“I​ don’t want to‌​⁠ belittle you, but‌‌ the difference between‍‌ you and him​‌ will be hard‍‍‌ to overcome.”

It‌​‌ was so subtle‍​ that Vlad couldn’t⁠ notice it, but⁠ the Bayezid knights​‍ who had served​ Peter for a long time could.‍‍

The⁠⁠​ fact that their‌​​ master is smiling⁠‌⁠ right now.

“Do​ as you please.⁠‍‌ I cannot say​ that you don’t‍​‍ deserve it.”

The‍‌ Northern drive, which‍⁠​ I am seeing‌ for the first⁠ time in a long time.

Now⁠ that the golden⁠​⁠ generation of Bayezid​ has passed, there⁠‍⁠ is no reason‍‍ not to be‌​​ satisfied with the‌‍‍ young knight who​​‍ says he will​‌ challenge the high‌⁠‌ wall again.

Possibility⁠‍ is something beautiful,‍‍ and young people‍ who try to​⁠⁠ make it flourish‍⁠‌ have always been‍ precious beings.

***‍

“Son​ of a bitch!”​

The​‌‌ soldiers of Gaidar‍‍​ climbing the muddy‌‌ hill.

Although‍ he had successfully​ formed a formation,⁠‍⁠ Sigmund faced the‌⁠ reality of having‌‌ to crawl back⁠​⁠ into chaos on‌⁠​ his own feet,‌⁠‍ and ended up‍‍ shouting wicked curses.‌​‌

“Peter‍‌ Bayezid! I won’t‍ have any relief⁠ even if I kill you!”

The‍ northern monarch used⁠​ Deirmar as bait​ to create confusion‌ and seized the‍‌ opportunity to inflict​‌ deep wounds.

Now⁠ he was firmly‍‌ entrenched on the‌ hill and forcing​ Sigmund to make‍‍ a decision.

You⁠‍ go first.

Although​‌‌ I’ll be well⁠ prepared.

The‍‌ supply route was‌⁠ blocked, the retreat‍ route was cut⁠‍⁠ off, and now​‌ Peter was forcing‌‍​ Sigmund to make‍ a sacrifice to‌ the end.

The‍ cold-blooded cruelty he⁠⁠‍ showed made even​⁠ Sigmund, the Usurper‍⁠‍ of the West,⁠‌‌ tremble.

“Damn‍ barbarians!”

Even‍‍ if it’s a disadvantage, we still‍‍ have to climb.⁠

As​​⁠ time passes, Gaidar‍‍ will be at‍ a disadvantage.

Since‍ the situation couldn’t‍‍ be sustained at​ all, Sigmund had‌⁠ to somehow break‌ through the army⁠​ in front of​‍‌ him and create‌⁠ a route westward.​‍​

“Forward,⁠⁠⁠ lancers!”

And‍⁠ so the soldiers‍​ from the north‍ made contact.

Blue‍⁠‍ axes flashed beyond‌‌‍ the tightly stacked⁠‍‌ shield wall.

It‌‌‌ seemed as if‌ they had inherited‍‍​ the habits of​​‍ the barbarians who‌‌ had come down‍‍⁠ the river and‌ plundered cities in⁠​ the past.

“Damn​‌ it! The lance‌ is broken!”

“Those⁠ who lost their​‍‍ weapons, fall back!”‍‍

“Ow!⁠⁠​ Those crazies are​​ throwing axes!”

A fight of equal‍ numbers.

However,‍‌ since the difference‍​ between exhausted resistance​⁠ and low morale⁠​ was already irreparable,​⁠ the shouts that​​‌ arose could only‌‌‍ belong to Gaidar.‌​⁠

“Bayezid!‌⁠ From here on!”​‌

People⁠‌‌ mixed with barbarian​​ blood.

It⁠‌⁠ was an expression⁠ full of discrimination‍‍ and disdain, but​ the reason we‍​​ cannot dare to⁠‍ deny it is​⁠​ because there is‍ clearly an atrocity‍​ transmitted through the‌⁠ blood.

“Where⁠ do these bastards⁠‌ dare to attack?”‌​‌

“Die!​ Die!”

The‌ temperament of men​ who had to‌‍⁠ keep warm even⁠‍‍ in the harsh‌‍ cold of the‍⁠‌ northern wind was‌‍ clearly more barbaric‍⁠‍ and cruel than‍ that of people​⁠‍ from any other​⁠​ region.

The‌⁠ madness of the‌​ North, difficult to‌​ express solely through​​‍ tactics and strategies,‌ was transmitted through⁠​ their axes.

“Shit!”⁠

Sigmund,​⁠‌ who had been‌‍​ constantly encouraging the‍ soldiers, gritted his⁠​‍ teeth as he⁠​ watched the blood​‍ spurt before him.​‌

As‌ expected, it was‍‌ impossible for the​ western lancers to⁠​ face the northern‌ infantry alone.

If‌‌ it were a fight between infantry,⁠ it would be‍ difficult to find‌ a class within⁠ the empire that‍ could defeat them.‍

“Wait⁠‍ a little longer!‍‍ Surely the moment‍ will come!”

However,​​‌ this is why‌⁠​ Sigmund continues to‌⁠⁠ push his soldiers‍ forward.

If⁠⁠‍ there are fierce⁠⁠⁠ soldiers with axes⁠‍⁠ in the north,​⁠​ there are cavalry‌ soldiers crossing the‌ harsh wastelands of‍‍ the west.

“If⁠ these boys hold​ out, our tide​‍ will turn!”

Due⁠ to the characteristics⁠​ of the western‍‌‍ region, it was‍​‌ natural for cavalry⁠⁠ to develop.

Furthermore,‌ the heavy western⁠‍‍ cavalry, equipped with‍‌ gear stolen from⁠⁠ the dwarves, was‍ clearly difficult for‍‍ northern cavalry to⁠‌‍ handle.

The‍ reason Peter deliberately‌‌​ took a position⁠‍ in the muddy‍​ prairie was because​‍ he was concerned​⁠ about their attack.‍⁠⁠

“All‌ it takes is‌ one shot!”

In⁠ the current situation‌‍⁠ where everything is‌‍‍ collapsing, this is⁠‍‌ probably the most‌​ reliable method to​‍⁠ rely on.

Therefore,‍ Sigmund decided to‌ overcome this difficulty​​‍ through selection and​‌‍ concentration.

Through‍ the tip of‍ the lance of‌​ the proud Gaidar⁠ cavalry.

***​

The‌​‌ ground is soaked⁠⁠‌ and the horses’​ hooves become heavy.⁠

The​​‌ sticky meadows of‍ Deirmar with the‌⁠‍ summer weather were‍⁠​ clearly an unfamiliar‌‍ battlefield for the​‍​ Western knights.

“The⁠‌ enemy is responding!”⁠‌

Godin‍‌ clicked his tongue,​ thinking he had⁠‍‍ chosen that damn⁠​‌ battlefield.

The⁠⁠ speed is slowing‍⁠ down.

But‍‍​ maybe it’s possible.‍

Because⁠ everything has been​⁠ hit by this​‍​ attack.

“Bayezid​‌​ cavalry is coming⁠ from the right!”⁠

“Ignore‍‌ it!”

The⁠​ cavalry charge is⁠⁠ like an arrow.​

From​​ the moment you‍‌‍ leave until you⁠⁠ reach the enemy,‍​‌ you must not⁠⁠​ stop.

The‍ Gaidar cavalry, who‍⁠ knew this, began⁠‌ to charge towards⁠​​ the soldiers holding⁠‍‌ their shields without‍‌ hesitation.

Crunch-‌‍‌

“Argh!”⁠‍⁠

The‍‌‌ sound of shields‍‍​ breaking is loud.​

The‌ screams that followed​‍ were all too⁠ familiar to them.‌

‘Still!’‌

There‌ is an attack​⁠ that cannot be​ prevented even if​ one is aware⁠‍ of it.

For​ Gaidar, the cavalry​‍‌ charge was always​ a surefire formula‌‌⁠ for victory, so‌ Sigmund had no​⁠⁠ doubt that he⁠ would be able‍‌⁠ to clear the‌ way through this​⁠​ single attack.

‘…?’​

However,‍‍‌ Godin, who was‍​‌ actually charging, felt‍ his fingertips gradually‌​⁠ cooling due to⁠⁠ the strange sensation‍⁠⁠ of being touched​ by the tip⁠⁠‍ of the lance.‌

‘Not‍ enough!’

It‍⁠‍ was definitely coming,​‌‍ but it felt‍​ like something was‌ missing.

I had to stab‌‌ it for a while longer, but‍⁠​ the tip of⁠ the lance I was throwing felt‌​⁠ somehow empty.

“Shit!”⁠‍

Godin,​‍‌ who was looking⁠​ into the distance‌‌ rather than at‌ the tip of‍‌ the lance, realized⁠‍ where the strange​ sensation was coming‌ from.

An‍‌​ angle cleverly hidden⁠ by a curved‌‍ hill.

It​⁠‍ was only now‌‌⁠ that he faced‍‍​ an unrecognizable formation⁠⁠ below that it‌ was revealed.

‘Diagonal‍ formation!’

Although⁠​‍ they thought they​ were in a straight line, the​ soldiers of Bayezid‌⁠‌ were actually lined‍ up diagonally.

Only⁠​ a precise strike​ could produce a clear impact, but⁠​ the Gaidar charge,‌‌ which was bent​​‌ at an angle,⁠ had no choice⁠ but to head⁠‍‍ in the direction⁠‍ they were leading‍⁠‍ along the slowly​​​ erected shield wall.⁠⁠​

“Immediately​ deflect…!”

As‍⁠​ I became more​ confident, I could​ respond more definitively.⁠

“Where​‌‍ are you rushing⁠ to?”

“…!”‍‍

Before‌‌ we knew it,⁠‌⁠ the Bayezid cavalry‍‌​ was approaching and‍⁠ became another wall,‍‌ depriving Gaidar of​‌ space to deflect.⁠

“I‌‍ must have been⁠‌‍ fine all this​‍ time.”

A red world flowed⁠⁠‍ through my closed‍‌ left eye.

Rutiger⁠ Bayezid.

A man who will⁠⁠‍ surely become the‍​‍ next head of‌ the family.

“Push!⁠​ Don’t give them​‍ space!”

“Shit!”⁠

To‌ the right is​⁠ a wall of⁠​ infantry shields.

To⁠‍​ the left, the‌⁠​ Bayezid cavalry followed​⁠ closely behind them.‌

And‍​ so, waiting for⁠ the Gaidar cavalry‍ in a place‍ that gradually narrowed​​​ like the mouth⁠‍‌ of a funnel,​​ were the Bayezid‌​​ knights with unusual‍ strength.

They⁠⁠ all had their​‍⁠ left eye closed.⁠

“Bring‍‍‌ it on! Knights!”⁠​

Peter’s‍​ sword tip, lord‍‌ and knight, pointed‌‌ at the approaching​​ cavalry.

“Their‍ necks! The end​ for those who‌⁠⁠ despised Bayezid!”

A charge rushing to‍‌ destruction.

The‌‌⁠ Western knights also‌ hurriedly tried to‍ counterattack with their‌ own world, but‍​ they were not​​ the target of‍⁠ the Bayezid knights.‍‍

¡Heeeeeeeeh-!‌‍

“Argh!”‍‍

The‍‌⁠ screams of horses⁠‍ that had lost‌ their legs began⁠‌​ to resound loudly‌ over the hills​‌‌ of the meadow.​

The‌⁠ separated knees struggled⁠⁠‌ in vain towards‌‌​ the ground they⁠ could no longer‌ reach.

“Ugh!”‌‍

Horses⁠ falling to the​‍ ground with a loud noise.

The‍‌‌ movements of the⁠‍‍ knights fighting over⁠‌ them rose into⁠ the sky.

The‍⁠ Western charge, which​ had lost momentum,‌​ began to halt‌‌ in front of​‌‍ the northern knights.​​‍

“Bayezid‍‍ knights!”

A cavalry unit that​‍ has lost its⁠‍ horse can no‌‍ longer be called⁠ a cavalry unit.​​

The‌‌ cold northern wind‍⁠‍ began to blow‌⁠ in front of⁠​ them, who were‌ forced to do​‍ so.

“From‌ here on!”

The​ gaze of the‌​‍ other on the‍‌ icy ground.

From‌​ now on, it‍ was the time⁠‌ of the knights.​⁠

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