Pseudo-Villaines
Battle of Deadly (1)
Vichy was forced to send a reconnaissance unit to keep a close eye on the movements of the Dublin government. Since the witches in his group had died, Vichy inevitably had to do this.
As much as possible, he wanted to avoid unnecessary clashes with Dublin's royal forces.
From the shack house that became his command center, Vichy nevertheless received reports from the returning reconnaissance unit. Thank goodness they came back. He wanted to keep his strength as much as he could.
"Did their leader not send any scouts? Is there a specific purpose to this action? But what?"
Vichy concluded two things. The first one their leader did have a plan behind his actions.or the second, their leader was a fool who had never plunged into the battlefield at all.
"Boss, the third and fourth teams you sent are not back yet. It's longer than it should be."
Concerns arose in Vichy's head. Teams four and three consist of 20 people per team each. If no one returns, he has lost 40 of his soldiers.
Vichy became emotional. He kicked the chair he was sitting in and kicked down the table. If he fails in this mission, then his reputation will go down and no one else wants to use his services!
"Then, wait for them to get to this place! As soon as they come, attack everything in unison! Kill them as much as you can!!"
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Jean's sword was full of blood. He had just finished interrogating the enemy reconnaissance unit he had captured then killed all of them after extorting all the information from them.
As usual, Jean sent a messenger to Prince Hans to inform him of this. The response was predictable, Prince Hans, Greg Cassilas, and Hansen Baldric paid no heed to it.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jean. But every time I send them a message you tell them, no one reacts well."
The messenger looks sorry. He felt guilty for not doing his job well. But Jean laughed and did not blame him.
"Not to worry. Whether they accept it or not, it is their business. All we have to do is make sure we get the biggest 'cake' cut."
Jean did not care about the fate of princes, nobles, and merchants. As long as he and his troops managed to achieve their goals, the rest was none of Jean's business.
The journey continues.500 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters. As soon as the parade of Dublin royal troops had entered the range, suddenly, hundreds of arrows flew towards them.
"WE'RE ATTACKED!! TAKE A SHELTER POSITION!!"
The Knights were trying to protect the master and themselves from the barrage of arrows. They were equipped with armor and iron shields, so not many casualties fell on their side.
The problem is the group of people who are not well protected. They only wore rough cloths and robbed weapons in their hands. Without shield or armor. As a result, many of them were killed by the arrow attacks.
The arrow attacks continued on in three waves. As soon as the attack ended, the knights and mercenaries protecting their masters and tenants could breathe a little relief.
But it was not over yet, because from behind the dense vegetation, the enemy came out and invaded them abruptly! Deadly friction soon!
Vichy was forced to send a reconnaissance unit to keep a close eye on the movements of the Dublin government. Since the witches in his group had died, Vichy inevitably had to do this.
As much as possible, he wanted to avoid unnecessary clashes with Dublin's royal forces.
From the shack house that became his command center, Vichy nevertheless received reports from the returning reconnaissance unit. Thank goodness they came back. He wanted to keep his strength as much as he could.
"Did their leader not send any scouts? Is there a specific purpose to this action? But what?"
Vichy concluded two things. The first one their leader did have a plan behind his actions.or the second, their leader was a fool who had never plunged into the battlefield at all.
"Boss, the third and fourth teams you sent are not back yet. It's longer than it should be."
Concerns arose in Vichy's head. Teams four and three consist of 20 people per team each. If no one returns, he has lost 40 of his soldiers.
Vichy became emotional. He kicked the chair he was sitting in and kicked down the table. If he fails in this mission, then his reputation will go down and no one else wants to use his services!
"Then, wait for them to get to this place! As soon as they come, attack everything in unison! Kill them as much as you can!!"
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Jean's sword was full of blood. He had just finished interrogating the enemy reconnaissance unit he had captured then killed all of them after extorting all the information from them.
As usual, Jean sent a messenger to Prince Hans to inform him of this. The response was predictable, Prince Hans, Greg Cassilas, and Hansen Baldric paid no heed to it.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jean. But every time I send them a message you tell them, no one reacts well."
The messenger looks sorry. He felt guilty for not doing his job well. But Jean laughed and did not blame him.
"Not to worry. Whether they accept it or not, it is their business. All we have to do is make sure we get the biggest 'cake' cut."
Jean did not care about the fate of princes, nobles, and merchants. As long as he and his troops managed to achieve their goals, the rest was none of Jean's business.
The journey continues.500 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters. As soon as the parade of Dublin royal troops had entered the range, suddenly, hundreds of arrows flew towards them.
"WE'RE ATTACKED!! TAKE A SHELTER POSITION!!"
The Knights were trying to protect the master and themselves from the barrage of arrows. They were equipped with armor and iron shields, so not many casualties fell on their side.
The problem is the group of people who are not well protected. They only wore rough cloths and robbed weapons in their hands. Without shield or armor. As a result, many of them were killed by the arrow attacks.
The arrow attacks continued on in three waves. As soon as the attack ended, the knights and mercenaries protecting their masters and tenants could breathe a little relief.
But it was not over yet, because from behind the dense vegetation, the enemy came out and invaded them abruptly! Deadly friction soon!
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Shit, shit, shit! Why is it like this!!
Prince Hans cursed in his heart. With great difficulty, he tried to fend off all the attacks of his enemies.
On his side, Greg Cassilas and Hansen Baldric were also struggling to block the attack launched by the ambushers.
The number of ambushers was much less. The comparison was almost 1:5, but thanks to the surprise attack, the line of troops he was leading became extremely chaotic. The nobles and merchants moved on their own.
Prince Hans fended off the swing of the sword from the person in front of him. But cunningly, the man moved his sword in another direction and aimed at the prince's neck.
He managed to evade. But instead, his hand was injured. Blood flowed from his arm.
It hurts! Hans gritted his teeth. While he was in pain, his enemy smiled and went back to eyeing him. This time, he aimed his attack at the heart of prince Hans!
Just a little more when Prince Hans' heart was torn, his attack was suddenly blocked by a sword. A knight in full armor managed to block the attack.
"Run, prince!"
Hans didn't buy time. He immediately ran away from there and looked for a safer place. He did not care about the knight. After all, that poor knight is going to die. Sure. The most important thing was that he had to survive and take back command of his own who was in turmoil.
"Damn! Aye! It must be the guy's fault! His name is Jean, right!? Why did he know that there would be an enemy attacking! Apparently so! He was the one who planned all this!!"
Prince Hans could not think clearly. From the beginning it was like that. He was always looking for a scapegoat to vent all the mistakes and insolence he had created himself.
He swore he would punish Jean!
In the midst of the frenzied thoughts and near-breakup of the hopes of the knights and mercenaries hired by the merchants, sounds of shock, pain, and cries rang out from the direction that became the concentration of the enemy.
Just then, a shout sounded very loudly.
"Your Boss is Dead!!"
