Chapter 92 – 9. The Story of the Passing Years (2)
It was midday, and the sun was mid-heaven.
The scorching earth blew away the dew from the previous night and created a haze. Leading 2,000 soldiers on a border between wilderness and jungle, Rom was the only one wearing plate armor, so he was sweating profusely.
The weather was dry enough to dry out my mouth without a drop of moisture, so I refilled water by receiving a leather bottle several times from the person next to me as a seed.
“Are you okay, driver?”
“The heat in the southwest is quite hot.”
“It’s not too late now, so it’s better to change your armor…”
The surface of the armor was so hot that even a slight touch of it would cause a burn. Even a knight could not fight for a long time wrapped up in this heat. However, Rome, who silently took care of his armor despite the persecution of those around him, responded by riding the horse holding the reins of the servant.
“It’s okay. Rather, focus on the operation.”
“As for the strategy, all it does is notify the castle when the knight sends a signal.”
“There shouldn’t be an inch of deviation.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The seed nodded. Only then did Rome look ahead, check the number of soldiers following him, and then add. Armed with oil-boiled leather armor, a light two-handed sword, and a Gaulish small shield called a bouclier, they were as light as they could fly.
“Byeoldongdae, are you ready?”
“Please give me orders at any time.”
“A skirmisher?”
“I just returned. Aragonese lunatic Al Bennis is said to be leading his men directly from the lead. Perhaps, by now, the news has arrived from Grand Duke Tarn.”
It was finally time for battle. Rom gestured toward the enemies, then drew out the sword he was wearing and held it high. Together with one hundred cavalrymen holding reins, he shouted as he coolly broke through the hot and dizzying ground.
“Breakthrough!”
Whoa! The soldier holding the flag vigorously blew the horn on his waist. At the same time, they built a camp far away and increased their speed toward those who were trying to confront them. In particular, Rom, who was in the lead, rode the horse given to him by the Grand Duke of Tarn and galloped.
“It’s a raid! The Gauls are coming!”
“Longbowmen! Snipe the guys in the front first!”
On plains with no obstacles, there is plenty of time to respond to even a surprise attack accompanied by a courser. Thanks to this, the person in charge of the front line of the kingdom of Aragorn organized a group of people to fight and went on an active defense.
“Form up! The number of enemies actually charging is only a few dozen! I escort the longbowmen, and when they approach me at close range, I wipe them out with one stroke!”
“But General, the speed of this seemingly enemy general is too fast!”
“Aim for the horse first! His horse His is not wearing barding!”
It is a large army of 20,000 men. It was a suicidal act to charge only a hundred or so cavalry against them. Despite this, Rom and his troops, who dared to run across the plain, collided head-on without thinking about what happened next.
Chae Chae, Chae Chae Chae!
Plate armor is not suitable for the southern climate. Not only is it slow to move, but it also consumes a lot of stamina. Paradoxically, however, even the most powerful Aragorn longbowmen could not pierce the thick metal plate.
“Nonsense! They’re knocking out all the arrows!”
“Aim for the helmet!”
In the first place, they didn’t have much experience dealing with such heavily armed knights.
“It’s no use! Only those who are aiming for words or aiming at the seams are defending like ghosts!”
“Damn it, I’m going to do it myself!”
There is a limit to the load that even excellent horses can withstand. If barding was added to the plate armor, the speed inevitably slowed down. However, Rom overcame his shortcomings by excluding barding and enduring the trouble of receiving arrows one by one.
“Stop, Gauls!”
A giant with a long spear rode forward on a horse as strong as his body. In an attempt to confront Rom, who had arrived right in front of his nose, he spun his spear handle in the air and crashed straight into it.
Kang!
The blade of the spear that drew the trajectory came crashing down on Rom’s head with force. He showed off his overwhelming physical strength by adding even centrifugal force to his forearm with protruding veins. It was the strength of the seventh general who followed the lunatic Albenis in Aragorn, a neighboring country in southwestern Gaul.
“Diego Costa, commander of the 7th Corps of the high Aragon, asks for his name!”
“… Don Costa, I am Romuald Dior.”
“Signor Romuald! Then where shall we compete!”
“No.”
Visor! Rom, who let out an attack that wouldn’t be strange even if the blade was broken, attacked the gap right away. He stabbed the side of Costa, a general who was as confident as his dragon power his, and killed him and took the spear.
“Cuck!”
“It’s a pity, but you are no match for me.”
General Costa, who fell in one blow, fell off his horse. Suddenly, the enemies around them lost their will to fight and began to run away screaming in horror. And thanks to that, Rome’s cavalry, which arrived around that time, was able to stir up the camp without difficulty.
“Come on, General!”
“Don Costa has been hit!”
Some of the senior members of the detached team that followed gathered around Rome. The rest of the soldiers got tangled up here and there, slashing those who showed their backs and tidying up the surroundings. Although that soon became difficult due to the swarm of reinforcements, it was still enough propaganda.
“Sir Dior!”
“Which side is Albenis’ unit on?”
“We have to go further north from here.”
“Continue to follow me, but keep your distance. We only go after the enemy commander when the surprised soldiers try to run away.”
The commanders swallowed saliva and lowered their heads in unison. It was because of Diego Costa’s body his lying on the floor. He was one of the best brave warriors in Aragon, and although he was said to be worse than before at the age of 40, he was once considered one of the best spearmen in the southern part of the continent.
“Did you understand?”
Rom, feeling annoyed at the actions of the bewildered, raised his voice. He made it known that in a life-or-death battle, he should not be satisfied with just defeating one enemy general. Moving forward, he crossed the stolen spear and the longsword in his hand his, and with a roar that ensued, all the troops under his command his were surrounded.
“I asked if you understood!”
“Yes, old!”
The commanders, who belatedly regained their reason, raised their voices. Without greeting, Rom turned his nose to the north and walked away. Like the short-term pilmaran expression, he single-handedly roamed the enemy camp, knocking out two more generals, and, like a longbowman, he picked only targets that were not much of a threat at close range and distracted the enemy camp.
“Go, General Garcia has fallen!”
“He’s going to where His Majesty is!”
“General Rodriguez is down too! What are the longbowmen doing!”
“Ah, I can’t shoot properly because of the ally Osa!”
“Shut up and block it! Stop him at all costs!”
If there was such a thing as an incarnation of the battlefield, would it look like this? Of the hundred of Roman’s cavalrymen, only two fell. On the other hand, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the camp of Aragorn was in chaos, and a rare scene was unfolding in which a single knight opposed an army of as many as 20,000.
“Interesting.”
And a certain monarch, who admired the performance, laughed.
“Make way for him. I want to meet you in person.”
“Ha, Your Majesty!”
“Are you willing to take on the burden?”
“Oh, no.”
His name His was Madman, with his impressive white hair. He was Al Benis Aragorn, known in southern Gaul to wield the sword of vengeance. Wearing a helmet and armor that glittered with magic, he stepped forward as the guards around him knelt before him.
“Unknown knight, you are in front of Albenis, the fifth king of Aragorn.”
Thus, he personally greeted Rom, who came close to him, and confidently faced a knight whom no general under his command could defeat him, just like the nickname of the mad king. I tried to talk boldly without worrying about my throat being blown away.
“Are you willing to get off your horse, take off your helmet and introduce yourself?”
“I am just a knight without a name.”
It was an attitude that was only possible if you had enough confidence in your own strength.
“But I don’t know why, but your voice is very familiar.”
“Yes. We are old.”
Rom’s steed let out a wild snort. Boldly brave, he took off his helmet in the middle of enemy lines and set it down, and was blown by the wind. He dried his sweaty hair and gently shook his head from side to side as if cool.
“I see. Was it you?”
On the other hand, as soon as he checked my face, I was also rejoicing at Albenis, who opened his eyes wide and was surprised.
“… Lumiere’s invincible knight.”
“Albenis, I don’t know how many years since I saw you at the swordsmanship competition in the capital. I heard that the gregarious prince turned to religion after losing his family, blinded by revenge. I never imagined that the point of your sword would be pointed at my country.”
“Kuk-kuk, this Tarn picked the right person.”
“Your graying hair makes me guess what you must have been through. Unfortunately, your temple will end today.”
The Mad King went mad. He laughed so loudly that the vast plain roared, then opened his arms and shouted:
“Funny! It’s really fun!”
The difference in strength was 10,000 and 7,000 men.
“Once upon a time, you were the one who let Jim know that the world was wide! However, I, who was a prince, came to be called a mad king, and you, who were like the morning star, are still wandering around the world looking for acceptance!”
More than ninety cavalrymen who had followed Rome from afar joined them. As if someone had stopped him, he was suspicious of the situation where the fighting had stopped and protected him.
And with that as a signal, the two men who were preparing for a duel drew their swords without saying who was first.
“I feel like a pitiful group of people in a truly unfair world!”
They gave strength while aiming at each other’s vital points.
“Come! Talking is a luxury for people like us!”
So, kang!
“If you can, try to knock me down as much as you want! Overcome this overwhelming inferiority and raise your family and name! If that’s how you can escape that fate, I’ll gladly lend a helping hand! In the end, the only thing to enjoy in this cursed world is the horrors of such a fierce battlefield!”
The king’s and knight’s swords crossed.
“Let’s see whose side the great Apostle will take!”
“Of course it is me.”
Fiercely!
