I Reincarnated As the Third Son of a Count’s Family, Only To Find a Series of Funerals

15 – Battle of Silverwood Fortress (5)

“Don’t lie there to survive! Stand up and die!!!”

I was running at the forefront of the crazed people.

I’m not sure what happened. Anyway, as we carried out the final group charge, I had one concern.

“A sword… how do I swing this thing?”

During training with my master, all I did was repeat simple movements…

“I don’t know, damn it!”

I just trusted my brute strength and ran towards the nearest Camusian. Since people kept pushing from behind, if I stopped, I’d just be trampled and crushed.

“The Silverwood bastards are crazy! A, a! They’re coming closer…!”

“Die, you bastards!”

I swung my sword at the Camusian with all my might.

Swooosh!

“[Cough, cough…]”

“The Earl has defeated the enemy!”

“Ahhhhh!!!”

When the enemy who was struck with the sword properly struck a person with a sword, a dazzling sound resonated in the air.

What is this, terrifying…

For the first time, up close, the destroyed pieces of bone and the flesh, fat, and organs between the split upper body of the enemy looked more grotesque than imaginable.

“f*ck, it feels like I’ll remember this every time I try to sleep.”

I almost choked on my reflux, but I resisted and charged at the next victims while I was still in high spirits.

“Haah!”

“Ack!!”

“Hup!”

“Urgh!!”

“Die!”

“Ahhh!!!”

“He’s ripping us apart like firewood!!!”

“He’s crazy! Run away!!!”

“Don’t! Don’t run away! Rearguard, secure the line… aaaghh!!!”

It felt like catching moles was starting to be funny…

No, get a hold of yourself! Are you going to become a crazed murderer?

“hahahaha, Earl. I only taught basic moves, never expected them to be so effective.”

“Agh! Pfft. I also, oof! Like this, phew! Ah… never knew, aaargh!!!”

I replied to my master’s words as I knocked the enemies out one by one. Or rather, that gentleman is carving them up faster than me without getting short of breath, isn’t he crazy?

Anyway, the current situation is going strangely.

The enemies seemed to be taken aback by our sudden group assault, and they were unable to recover their composure.

Furthermore, as I, Sir Jong-jang, and our master swept through the enemies, their frontlines began to crumble.

Vaguely remembering a past life, from watching soldiers die the most in the battle, they’re not in the fierce battle, but when the victory/defeat was decided and the defeated side fled in panic, I think I now understand the reason.

It’s because unexpected things were happening when the enemies properly formed their frontlines and faced us.

Myself, Sir Jong-jang, and our master easily and significantly cut off the enemies’ heads more than before, and the enemies we hadn’t caught, even the mercenary troops behind and the wives who’d lost their husbands, started to be neutralized by the spicy frying pan slaps infused with their rage.

Did our master expect this situation and tell me to make a group charge..?

But we must not let our guard down. The enemies are at the top of the mercenary industry, with a level of professionalism so high that they would do crazy things to please their employer.

If our momentum now begins to weaken and become exhausted, the enemy will once again prepare their ranks and face us. In addition, the enemy has so far been in a state of siege but basically, they are a nomadic people.

Except for about 200 elite soldiers, all of us civilians could be subjected to unprecedented slaughter by enemy elite cavalry if we make a mistake.

But when I looked at the enemy’s movements with such worry, something was strange about the movement of the enemy headquarters.

“Lord Baron! The enemy is running away from the castle!!”

“What…?!”

At Satria’s scream, when I looked at the enemy headquarters, the enemy was not rushing towards us riding horses, but was escaping outside the collapsed outer wall. Soldiers who couldn’t ride horses were also walking without caring.

“We did it!!!”

“I’m alive! We survived!!!!”

Thinking that they won when the enemy ran away from the castle, the people in the territory hugged and danced together.

What on earth is going on? Were we frightened to see ourselves overflowing like that? A mercenary army that had experienced all kinds of battles?

“Lord Baron! Look at that flag over there!!”

“‘Flag?'”

I looked in the direction where Chief Zhang pointed at his urgent words.

On a blue background… a flag with a red wall and white flowers painted on it..?

“That’s Lurein Marquisalty..!”

Lurein Marquis finally arrived in Silverwood.

**

“Jegil… Jegil! We couldn’t have borne it for so long..!”

Captain of Karmus people, Karoi, spoke with regret.

It’s just as he said. We shouldn’t have dragged out the time like this.

Waiting until the enemies were hungry enough to execute the plan, according to the Lieutenant, was a failure of the plan up until now.

The lieutenant said that it would take at least a week to effectively carry out the plan after waiting, but we waited for about five days in compromise that the enemy’s reinforcements would definitely come. But if this is the case, we should have executed the plan one day earlier.

In the end, because time was dragged on, it resulted in Lurein Marquis-leading reinforcements arriving.

‘If I had known that Lurein Marquis was coming now, I should have avoided provoking Silverwood people…!’

Having acted according to the operation method unnecessarily, he did not even dream that they would launch an attack rather than surrender, let alone provoke Silverwood . So the damage only grew for no reason.

If we had discovered Luraine Marquis was coming before executing the plan, we could have escaped without major losses..!

“Captain! There are still many soldiers who haven’t fled from Silverwood…”

“Just shut up your mouth! I know it already! So, do you want us to go back to where those crazy people in Silverwood and Lurein Marquis are and rescue them again?”

“…”

“Listen carefully, Subordinate. Our tribe has experienced countless defeats for hundreds of years. There were times when the entire tribe was on the verge of annihilation. Each time, the survival of our tribe depended on the escape of as many people as possible, carrying on the lineage of our tribe.”

“But…”

As Karoi saw the perplexed expression on the subordinate’s face due to his spirited words, he firmly grabbed the subordinate’s collar and continued speaking.

“Today’s defeat is just one more addition to the history of defeats our tribe has faced. What matters to us now is how we survive, no matter what!”

“Yes, Captain.”

The subordinate finally forced himself to accept it, perhaps because he still wanted to lead and guide. Only then did Karoi release his grip on the subordinate’s collar and forcefully urged his horse to leave Silverwood at full speed.

Karoi glanced back for a moment at the Silverwood he had just left.

“I’ve lost unnecessarily attacking Silverwood just for the sake of plundering! How foolish I’ve been!”

Finally realizing his mistake, Karoi regretted it belatedly.

Even if he returned to the tribe, he would no longer hold the same authority he once had. He would no longer be able to lead the army.

The only comforting thought was that, thanks to the Kamussins’ tradition of showing leniency to the defeated, he didn’t have to worry about being torn apart by enraged relatives.

“Captain!!! Enemies ahead!!!”

“What?!”

At the sudden cry from the subordinate, Karoi looked ahead and was astonished by the massive force blocking their path.

“That damn Duke Lurein…!”

It seemed that fate wasn’t in his favor after all.

Closing his eyes tightly, Karoi resigned himself to his impending fate.

**

“Just perish quietly, you bastard!”

“[Pl-Please spare me…]”

Crack!

The people of Yeongjimin had already surrendered, yet the soldiers mercilessly killed all of them, including those who had previously surrendered, fuelled by their anger at their homes and hometowns being destroyed and their suffering from starvation within the castle.

“It’s not a pleasant sight, even if they are enemies.”

As someone with the sensibilities of a weak modern person in a past life, I felt uncomfortable witnessing such a slaughter by the Yeongjimins.

But what could be done? This era is a time where if I don’t kill, I’ll be killed. Just like the saying that in order to kill someone, you need to have your own noose ready, those bastards who recklessly attacked and looted Silverwood without hesitation can’t claim any right to accuse us, even if they die.

Fearful of calming down the enraged Yeongjimins, among other reasons.

I walked towards Satricia, who seemed slightly disgusted by the Yeongjimins like me.

“Satricia.”

“Count…”

“Finally, all of this has come to an end.”

“That’s right…”

Without saying a word, Satria and I exchanged a solemn handshake.

“There was a minor hiccup towards the end, but fortunately, things turned out fine overall.”

“Hic…cup…? Well, anyway. I agree with you, Your Grace…”

Damn it, I unintentionally used a phrase from my past life… I should be more careful about that from now on.

After the battle ended, as we divided the spoils, several people approached me.

“Your Grace.”

“Master… You’ve truly worked hard. The final ceremony was also quite demanding.”

“hahahaha… No, it was you who worked harder, Your Grace.”

“Allen, you’ve done well too.”

“…Not at all.”

“Your Grace!!!”

“Marcus! You’ve also endured a lot. But give that back to me.”

Seeing Marcus running towards me, waving his hands, I took back the viscount’s crest he held in his hand.

“Huh? Where did it go after you took it back?”

“I’ll give you an even better one next time, man. Hey, what’s this scratch here?”

“Well, you see…”

“Just kidding, man.”

As I showed him the scratched crest, Marcus became speechless, and I lightly tapped his shoulder.

The people around us burst into laughter. Marcus finally loosened up and laughed along.

“Your Grace, Duke Lurein is here.”

“Finally, he has arrived…”

The messenger informed me that my great-grandfather was coming. Indeed, not far away, I could already see him on horseback.

Before long, my great-grandfather approached me. It had been a while since I last saw his unfamiliar face. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while.

“Edric.”

“Great-grandfather.”

It was the first conversation between my great-grandfather and his grandson in about five years.