Chapter 880 - Immeasurable
The flower of the battlefield is the Madness!
Some soldiers shouted that, but they didn't go so far as to cheer.
Although the saying that the flower of the battlefield is the Madness had spread subtly, no soldiers were screaming.
They were also well-trained elite soldiers.
Especially their commanders were excellent. They comforted their subordinates.
The fight wasn't over yet.
The knights were dead, but the enemy army remained.
Since the enemy remained, it wasn't time to be drunk on victory.
Enkrid merely let the subtly heard slogans flow in one ear and out the other.
Marcus approached and asked.
"How, you, those words? Is that Weird Eyes?"
It was an unrefined question, showing how surprised he was.
Even a person who usually boasted of intelligence would find it hard to be calm in such a moment.
What's more, hadn't he practically survived after being prepared for death?
Enkrid looked at Marcus's trembling pupils.
Eyes swirling with intense emotions.
Gratitude was deeply imbued within them.
Strictly speaking, the one who saved his life wasn't him, but Weird Eyes.
If not for the winged member of the knightly order, he wouldn't have been able to come this far.
'Still, he would have moved.'
It was something that hadn't happened, but the thought flowed naturally.
'If it were Rem, he would have known a way to sprint in a short time.'
He would have run even if it consumed all his stamina and sorcery power.
'Then he would have fought over Marcus's dead body.'
Because no matter what means were used, nothing could be faster than a horse flying straight without rest, ignoring the terrain.
"Express your gratitude to Weird Eyes later. Let's go meet the enemy."
"Ah, right."
They weren't acquaintances who had only met once or twice.
Knowing he was a person who wouldn't miss what needed to be done even without long explanations, he brought up the main point immediately.
"Enki."
Aishia also approached.
"I almost fell for you just now. Really."
She was equally moved.
"An elf and a witch are enough women around me."
"I didn't mean I actually fell for you."
Since he left Weird Eyes and walked with quick steps, Marcus got off his horse and chased after him, and Aishia followed suit.
"What will you do?"
Aishia asked.
Marcus naturally turned his gaze to Enkrid as well.
Originally, the decision-making power lay with Marcus, but Enkrid was the person leading one of the two knightly orders Naurillia had, and right now, he was the hero who had overturned the tide of the battlefield.
Command rights or whatever, if he wanted, he could do as he pleased.
Of course, they would stop him if he did something absurd.
"Take all their weapons, horses, and equipment, and hold them for three days. After that, send them back."
Enkrid knew what Krang had done on the southern front.
He borrowed his perspective and thoughts to examine and gauge the battlefield.
On top of this, he added the nagging Krais usually did and applied Luagarne-style tactical thinking.
His thoughts accelerated, and he came up with a way to handle the remaining enemy forces now.
'Lower their morale and degrade them to burdens.'
If Krais had heard, he would have clapped and nodded, and Abnaier, the genius strategist of Aspen, would have gaped in admiration right next to him.
"Your brain works well too? That's unfair."
Wouldn't he have babbled something like this?
"Is that necessary?"
Aishia asked back.
She didn't think deeply.
It wasn't that she lacked battlefield experience, but she wondered if it was right for the allies, Enkrid, and even herself to be tied down here for that.
Fortunately, Marcus was on the side whose brain worked.
He thought repeatedly and realized the meaning of Enkrid's words.
He wasn't a man who had lived serving as a battalion commander with the nickname War Maniac for nothing.
Also, he knew the habits of the southern army.
Knowing that, he had prepared a duet of ambush and traps here. Marcus, having thought repeatedly, spoke.
"You mean not to give them even a chance to explode in anger at the end."
Keeping the southern army alive to do so.
Enkrid nodded at Marcus's words.
What happens if they annihilate the southern army here?
It would mean they completely destroyed the detached unit the enemy sent.
Then the allies' morale would skyrocket, but would the enemy regret beating the ground over the lost troops?
The characteristics of the southern army are a bit different.
They howl for revenge and shout that they will fight even in hell.
'Two knights are already dead.'
Wars on the continent are represented by the elite few.
The number of knights is the standard dividing powerful nations.
Of course, military spending cannot be lowered or the number of troops reduced to protect territory, but without the existence of knights when fighting, it is meaningless.
What is the reason a small country, so-called in the west of the central continent, has survived until now?
Because an old knight guards the front of the gate entering that small land.
'The enemy's remaining troops are meaningless.'
However, giving them weapons and equipment and sending them back is a bad move.
'The best move.'
The allies rest and preserve their strength while collecting the enemy's equipment and confining them in the canyon that has become a natural prison.
Provide minimum food to exhaust them, then send them back after four days.
'The Great Emperor is harsh.'
He is a person who would chase allied soldiers to the ends of hell and kill them if they scattered and ran away.
The fear left by such a Great Emperor would be vivid in their minds.
'If their bodies are fine, they will return to the main unit.'
In the first place, even in the commander's mind, there would be no thought of deserting like this.
Would a few terrified soldiers try to desert?
This world was not that easy.
If they desert without a single piece of equipment or supplies, they would only become a meal for monsters.
They will return.
Thus, send back an army that hasn't eaten properly.
The birth of burdens that walk on two feet and breathe.
In that process, exclude cutting off limbs or killing.
Send them back perfectly alive.
'Use the characteristics of the southern army.'
If they kill them all, the remaining southern army will use anger as fuel to burn.
The Great Emperor is a fellow who would do more than that.
So don't even give them that chance.
Because Enkrid said it, they understood and their thoughts reached this point; if it were Marcus alone, it was a bold and radical move he wouldn't have even thought of.
"And you will leave?"
Asking while doing so.
"Because there isn't just one detached unit."
Enkrid predicted that there wasn't just one arrow that left the South.
From now on, he would have to find the remaining ones.
What would he do if it were him?
It's time for the Krais-style fighting method.
Grasping, reading, and predicting the enemy's psychology.
'If it were me, I would send one more unit to ravage this land.'
If things go wrong, it's a unit to cut off supply lines, conquer cities, and burn down a few territories.
If it were actually Enkrid, there would be no such thing, but the owner of Lihin-Stetten, the great power of the South, would do so.
Even if he didn't, it's hard to just let it pass.
Since suspicion and doubt remain, he must check.
If left alone, they would return one day as Jaxen's Dagger.
Jaxen's Dagger means a dagger stabbing the back of the head while one is unaware.
"What are you saying?"
Aishia, who became a semi-knight purely through swordsmanship, tilted her head.
She was also an excellent commander executing tactics, but looking at war from such a grand perspective was burdensome.
This was truly the perspective of a king, his subjects, and a knight commander.
"A proper knight commander."
Marcus said, recalling old times.
It felt new.
At the same time, a thrill greater than the thrill felt when Enkrid killed the two knights rose, making the fine hairs all over his body stand up.
'How far will this bastard go?'
Will he really erase the Demon Realm and erase war from the continent?
Will that absurd goal really come true?
He heard the king's words, follows his will, and knows the madness of the human named Enkrid.
Yet Marcus didn't see it happening in his generation.
'A long time will be needed.'
People to hear and pass on this will for generations will be needed.
Marcus saw it that way, so he put effort into nurturing talent.
So that someday, those inheriting their will would appear.
'I cannot measure him with my capacity.'
Marcus admitted that.
Therefore, he must not block the path this hero treads.
His fine hairs remained standing.
"Go. Enkrid. To where you must go."
"I will."
Enkrid nodded coolly and continued.
"Before that, I'll just discipline the delinquents of that army over there."
***
A murmur arose among the enemy troops.
They were a breed that attacked to the end even if two knights died.
"Woo-woah!"
The southern army's giant unit jumped out from the edge where the fire was suppressed.
Enkrid walked forward and faced the giant unit.
Just the headcount was thirty.
A group of giants forming a perfectly matched number and formation.
A might that would make most monsters tuck their tails.
'Giant Army.'
The South achieved something that the conquerors of the continent once dreamed of.
Enkrid looked into the eyes of the ones who stepped forward.
He had seen giants who had gone crazy while heading west, and it was similar to then.
However, the ones standing in front of him now were like refined steel compared to then.
Thirty giants equipped with similar gear, performing actions similar to drill commands through training.
"One human!"
"Kill!"
Giants entering battle entrust everything to their fighting instinct.
They were the same.
Enkrid didn't know how to soothe such giants with words, so the discipline method would have to be Audin-style.
He draws Dawn and swings.
With one slash, a giant's head flies into the sky.
Because the size difference was stark, the sight was more impressive.
The time it took for thirty giants to become servants of the God of War was faster than the two knights dying.
"Crazy."
In this place, only Aishia possessed the insight to glimpse a part of the martial power Enkrid showed.
How does he become more of a monster every time she sees him?
She doesn't dare to catch up.
But that doesn't mean she sings of frustration and despair.
Aishia now knows how to walk steadfastly.
Just as she did the day before yesterday and yesterday, she will swing her sword today, tomorrow, and in the future.
That was the logic of life she knew.
After cutting down thirty giants, Enkrid returned as he was, packed some dry provisions and supplies, and mounted Weird Eyes again.
"You're just going?"
Aishia asked from behind.
The enemy army was holding their breath and just watching, and Marcus called the commanders together to convey the operation.
There were no objections.
A knight on horseback came and organized the battlefield.
His will was law.
Enkrid glanced at the enemy army and said.
"Don't let your guard down. Aishia."
Since one arm was injured, they might underestimate her.
If he wasn't there, the martial power to suppress them was Aisia.
"I don't do that."
It was right after seeing Enkrid's battle.
Aishia's enthusiasm boiled up.
She knew this man originally had the talent to make people's blood boil just by watching, but today was a bit more.
'Martial power that doesn't get pushed back against two knights.'
Swordsmanship full of self-assurance.
Aishia's eyes were full of strength.
He could fold away his worries.
"Phew."
Enkrid caught his breath invisibly on Weird Eyes.
He was exhausted.
He didn't just tell the two knights empty words.
He ate and slept on the horse and engaged in violent sword fighting as soon as he arrived here.
It was natural to be exhausted even for a knight.
But it wasn't time to postpone what needed to be done, so he urged his friend beneath him.
"Let's go, Weird Eyes. Just a little more effort."
Heeigh.
At Enkrid's comfort, Weird Eyes retorted, telling him to worry about himself.
He enjoys running and flying.
Fatigue didn't accumulate with just this much.
"Clear the front!"
"Open a path!"
"The Knight Commander flies!"
"The flower of the battlefield is the Madness!"
The army opens a path left and right to send him off.
Not because Marcus ordered it, nor because someone led it.
They did so naturally.
Enkrid ran between the armies lined up left and right.
Weird Eyes sprinted and then kicked off the ground to fly.
Peong!
The ground is gouged and dirt flies, and above that, wings move up and down, pushing away the wind and lifting the body.
He had experienced it many times, but the feeling of his organs shifting was hard to get used to.
Enkrid, flying into the sky again like that, headed for the Harrison Viscounty, a territory adjacent to the southern army.
It was the place most likely to encounter the southern army if they moved.
***
"Why are those things just passing by?"
The Harrison Viscounty is guarded by a part of Rem's assault unit.
They acted like a permanent garrison.
Some unit members noticed the enemy soldiers who suddenly popped out.
A fight?
If they were enemies, it was a natural conclusion.
"That's the southern army."
One of the assault unit members recognized the opposing army.
The southern army defined their army's symbol with flags of five colors.
Red, purple, blue, yellow-brown, black.
The famous Five-Colored Army of Lihin-Stetten.
Colors symbolizing the five knightly orders that existed.
Ruby, Amethyst, Sapphire, Mud, Onyx Knights.
The South has many famous gem producing areas.
Names made modeling that.
Only the Mud Knights have a slightly different meaning.
Among them, the one appearing here is the yellow-brown flag.
A subordinate unit of the Mud Knights.
"The most vicious bastards among the southern army."
At the words of the unit member who recognized the flag, tension circulated in the territory.
"You should abandon this place and pull out."
The commander of the assault unit assessed the situation coolly.
Their numbers were numbers, and if even one knight was mixed in, everyone would die.
'The best move?'
A few hold the retreat path and the rest retreat.
Escape.
"I cannot do that."
The vineyard and crops awaiting harvest left here are Viscount Harrison's entire life.
It was his life.
It was everything.
It was like his life.
"I will remain here."
Consequently, their worries ended as unnecessary fears.
A fight did not occur.
The enemy army raising the yellow-brown flag went up north of the territory.
They knew best what city was up there.
Border Guard, the city vacated by Enkrid and The Madmen Knights.
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