The Extra Wants To Live

Chapter 123: Subjugating The Salgarez Mercenary [4]

Carl moved very carefully. Now, he calmly read the terrain through the familiar visor and slowly advanced, careful of enemy surprise attacks and traps. Then, he stopped at a sufficient distance from where the narrow valley widened.

"We will take up residence here and block those who run away."

"Yes," Philaine answered a little louder, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had worried Carl might tell him to go in there.

Going from a narrow place to a wide one suddenly is no different from committing suicide. It is tactically the best terrain for defenders because they can concentrate their attacks on one point. On the other hand, from an attacking standpoint, it is a place that must never be entered.

"Lady Catherine and Philaine, please break off the attack on the soldiers."

"Yes,Lord Carl."

Carl placed Catherine and Philaine behind the shield wall of imperial soldiers.

As they protruded, they had to take great risks, but since they could handle mana and were immune to injury even with full plate armor, there was nothing to fear.

Even if the opponent was a professional mercenary, since there was no one who could handle mana, they were no match for Catherine and Philaine.

With two knights holding spears, it looked like a mountain could stand firm.

"Billford, I need you to provide support here when necessary."

"Yes, Master Carl."

Billford was moved back and placed in reserve. Although Billford was not yet able to handle mana, he was skilled enough to successfully carry out the reserve's mission alone in this narrow canyon.

Carl blocked the valley with 14 men, and this is where his instinctive tactical acumen really shined. With a wink, he found a space that was just the right size for eleven soldiers, neither too little nor too much, in this rugged canyon.

It was a small thing, but it was also something that was easy to miss. Few people could figure that out at a glance. It required an innate sense of space.

They even took into account the jutting out wall of the canyon, which allowed the left side of the formation, which was relatively vulnerable, to be protected by the jutting out wall. If they had taken just five more steps in the same formation, they would have become a weak formation that would easily collapse under enemy attacks.

"I see a scout." Catherine spotted a new figure glimpsed across the canyon and told Carl.

"How many people are there?"

"I don't know exactly, but I think there are at least three."

Because of his short stature, Carl could not see over the heads of his soldiers. Carl could sense exactly what Catherine was thinking at the same time.

"Are they planning to break through?"

Carl muttered softly, then raised his head and looked up at the sky. Inside the shadowy canyon as the sun set in the west, the bright blue sky carved into the valley looked like a winding river.

Carl blinked slowly and spoke with confidence.

"Step back slowly. Billford, guard the rear."

Philaine was startled, because Carl's voice, which had been calm and quiet just a moment ago, suddenly rang out like thunder and was transmitted clearly inside the helmet.

Even though the voice wasn't that loud. Carl took up his position again in a slightly narrower spot, and personally took hold of the shoulders of the imperial soldiers, taking out three of them, and leaving them to guard the rear with Billford.

"When I give you the order, turn around and block the road."

"Yes!"

Carl gave a strange and incomprehensible order. He ordered the troops deployed to block attacks from behind to turn around and guard the front.

If you consider that the front line will be broken through, there is no need to retreat so far.

'What are you looking at?'

Philaine became curious about what Carl saw. What on earth did he see that allowed him to command with such confidence?

Even Govan, who fought countless battles as the Marquis of Davron, always doubted himself whenever he commanded.

Doo doo doo doo!

At that moment, a sound of the ground being knocked was heard from far away. Cavalry.

"Stay in line!"

"Understood!"

Carl gave his orders firmly even over the sound of horse hooves rushing through the narrow valley.

The voice of one human being resonated more powerfully than the sound of dozens of horses, striking everyone's head and heart. It is suicidal for light cavalry to charge a line of heavy infantry. It is a madness that even heavy cavalry would not do.

However, if there were only 8 of those hoplites barely holding a single line, then all you had to do was charge and knock them over. In other words, the sound of the hooves of the approaching cavalry was tantamount to a death sentence.

Everybody knew it.

So how was it that no one trembled in fear or ran away?

"Haha!"

"Destroy it!"

"Turn around!"

A cavalry charge was revealed in a narrow ravine, tail to tail, and their mighty shouts resonated through the narrow ravine.

A strong wind blew and then, feeling suffocated, ran away high into the sky.

The narrow field of vision was blocked by so many cavalry that it felt like one couldn't breathe.

Flutter!

But the flags fluttering wildly in the surging wind shouted out their cheers and patted their backs hard.

Carl stood there, holding the flag, not taking a single step back. Just as they trusted Carl, Carl also believed that they would not fall, and he jumped into this limb and held his ground.

But how could one kneel down and yield to fear?

When the vanguard of the cavalry came so close that they could look into each other's eyes, suddenly, thunder rumbled through the valley.

"Break the vanguard!"

The moment Catherine realized that it was Carl's scream, she had already started to move, and Philaine followed her a little later.

Kwajik!

Catherine's whole body was filled with powerful mana, and her left foot struck the ground and dug into it.

Bam!

The left foot, which had dug into the ground, turned outward, breaking the solid ground as if it was clearing away the softly piled up snow.

Death flew in amid the shattered rocks and dirt flying in all directions from the impact.

Wedge!

Pubberbuck!

Catherine threw her spear with all her might, and it flew like a ray of light, shattering the head of the horse in the lead and turning it into pieces.

As if that weren't enough, the spear pierced the abdomen of the heavily armored mercenary, pierced the head of the horse running behind him, and lodged itself in the rider's stomach.

She killed two horses and two armored men with a single javelin throw.