The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 33

Chapter 33: Assault

The day before the battle…

“Even though it’s a plain, it’s surrounded by mountains.”

I told those around me while showing them the map.

“Regardless of how elite our troops are, we can’t ignore the terrain. As we advance along the flatlands, the enemy will inevitably form a long vertical formation.”

“Unable to fully utilize their numerical advantage, then?”

“Yes, but the enemy should be aware of that… It’s safe to assume that Shion, the overall commander, will fortify the sides around their main camp.”

Therefore, I continued while moving the pieces representing myself and two thousand soldiers.

“First, we need to strip that away.”

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With Garma charging at full speed and heading straight into the enemy lines, Ozuma’s soldiers lined up their long spears, and the soldiers in the rear released arrows.

“‘Black Blade Storm Bringer!’”

The darkness surrounding the sword was released forward. The storm of darkness that spread out blew away the arrows and disrupted part of the formation of soldiers with long spears.

Garma kicked the ground and leapt. As Garma’s hooves landed, the darkness within them caused a shockwave.

“Ugh!?”

“Yikes!?”

“Gyaa!?”

Transforming the sword into a halberd, I pushed forward into the enemy lines, swinging the halberd alternately to clear the way. Following this, Gomon’s main force also charged, aiming to break through the formation I had disrupted.

“‘Oooohhh———!!!’”

Ozuma’s army tried to counterattack, but the ferocity and momentum of the main force crushed any half-hearted attempts at resistance.

Continuing to lead the way while wrapped in dark wind, various attribute-based spells flew toward me… no, toward me.

Leaping while returning Garma, I shot arrows from a crossbow into the air above Gomon’s army.

Arrows wrapped in darkness and creating wind passed over Gomon’s army, causing them to split left and right under Raigou’s command. The front lines of the disordered Ozuma army had completely collapsed.

(I’ll leave it to Raigou to withdraw at the right time.)

Landing in the middle of the enemy lines wrapped in wind, I found warriors of a different class in terms of equipment and strength than those in the front lines.

Dressed in the distinctive heavy armor of Hizuchi and holding spears, their imposing stance was filled with an aura likely to intimidate ordinary soldiers.

Despite the murderous intent I exuded wrapped in the Chaos Crusader, their eyes, which showed no sign of fear, locked onto me.

(This is the so-called strongest unit, the intermediary unit directly under Shion.)

Commands came from the Ozuma main camp in the distance, and the armored warriors readied their spears and approached.

Dodging the spears thrown at me, I engaged one warrior, swinging my black blade toward his neck. The armored warrior tilted his neck and blocked with his helmet.

The black blade bit into the helmet. Even if the blade was blocked, there must have been considerable impact, but the armored warrior discarded his spear and tried to draw his sword.

I let go of my sword and used my left hand to activate “Wind Wave,” striking the armored warrior in the face.

The armored warrior fell, bleeding, but before I could react, another spear closed in.

(I heard that one intermediary is worth ten soldiers… It doesn’t seem to be a lie.)

I swallowed nervously while fending off the attacks from the approaching armored warriors.