To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Episode 790: Stolen Heirlooms (12)

“Were you attacked?”

“…That’s right.”

Inside the tidy guardhouse, the Cheoninjang bowed his head and sweated profusely.

heavy atmosphere.

The Marquis laughed haha and stood up.

“Okay. Celia is not a weak country. I was expecting that kind of resistance. but.”

With one light wave of his hand, the huge body of the Cheoninjang flew through the air and crashed into the wall.

Quaang-!

Surrounding aristocrats shut their mouths at the clean treatment to the point of admiration.

“That was where you commanded. You should be held responsible.”

“Please kill me!”

The celestial commander, who jumped up, knelt down again.

The Marquis did not answer him.

“Captain Maxwell.”

“Please tell me.”

The sharp voice of the Marquis made him very nervous.

“Will the soldiers five thousand and the knights of the Lord be able to win?”

Captain Maxwell, who was drawing a picture of the battle in his head, shook his head.

“I apologize.”

It was an honest answer, unlike other nobles who rushed like crazy when the opportunity fell.

The Marquis had a smile on his lips.

“I’ll give you the magic corps together. Lead five thousand soldiers and knights and bring Celia to me.”

If it’s a magic corps, it’s one of the main forces of the allied forces.

Giving them up is obviously the Marquis’ intention to win this battle.

‘Failure is death.’

Captain Maxwell bowed his head again.

“I will do as you wish, Your Excellency, Marquis.”

* * *

More than 2,000 soldiers moved in a row from the Celia camp.

They hid in the shadows of the hills as they did yesterday.

If there is one difference between a surprise raid and nothing different from the port, it is that more than half of the troops were planted in ambush.

Marquis Chloe said.

“The vanguard is the bait. When they notice and come, they attack from the hill.”

“All right.”

To be honest, the odds aren’t high.

It’s fortunate if he doesn’t suffer any damage, but I don’t know if he’ll be able to properly score the ball. Unlike the

hardened expressions of the centurions, Marquis Chloe’s face was relaxed, as if he were already enjoying victory.

‘There’s no way the proud Allied Forces would just lose like this. By now, they should be setting up a new strategy to make up for the surprise attack.’

His predictions were correct to some extent.

But he hadn’t anticipated the scale.

Upon arriving at the enemy territory where the surprise attack was carried out yesterday, the Marquis looked back at the soldiers and raised his hand.

attack signal.

Centuries led the soldiers accordingly.

“Attack!”

“Follow ahead! Never fall behind!”

Soldiers drew weapons and quickly followed the front row.

But the Allies were also prepared.

“It’s an enemy raid!”

“Stop it!”

Chaeeng-!

thud-! thud-!

Every time a foot stomp was heard, two or three soldiers rolled across the floor.

Indeed, the Marquis ordered a retreat as per the plan, seeing the battle situation without any chaos.

“Retreat!”

The soldiers pulled back as if they had been waiting for him.

Now all you have to do is beat the allied forces that are chasing you.

When the Marquis glanced back, the allied forces did not pursue them, but instead stood at a distance and watched them as they fled.

“Retreat later!”

Embarrassed, I raised my voice even higher, but nonetheless they stood there.

If this is the case, you will only suffer loss.

They would have to follow them to move the ambushed troops, but instead, they just watched as if telling them to run away, which made the Marquis anxious.

Eventually, he gave instructions that were not in the operation.

“Attack again!”

Before the centenarians could even stop it.

The soldiers ran back to the allies without even having a display.

The allied forces waiting in line and the Celia army rushing at random while wandering around.

The results were, of course, disastrous.

“Aaaagh!”

“Keo-eo-eok!”

Soldiers died one after another.

“Retreat!”

This is the time to eat!

The Marquis again gave the order to retreat.

The soldiers had no choice but to flee with their wounds.

Even if it wasn’t so, he ran away at full speed while wearing plate armor.

He tried to run away again with his wounded body, but he couldn’t speed up.

The commander who was reading the battle situation tutted and clicked his tongue.

“There is no such thing as a mess. go after him.”

“Follow me!”

“Wow!”

Celia’s exhausted soldiers could not escape for long and met their end at the hands of the allied forces.

While they were being attacked, only a handful of soldiers managed to escape to the bottom of the hill where the ambush was hiding.

The number of soldiers who pursued them exceeded 1,500 even if they looked at each other.

The number of Celia troops ambushed was only about 1,000.

They were outnumbered, so even if they were ambushed, it would be hard to see a big advantage.

Chae Ae Ae-!

Kagaga River-!

After a few iron friction sounds between the two troops, the demoralized Celia army started to suffer one after another.

The vanguard dies first, and the rearguards behind him are gradually surrounded.

At this rate, all troops would be lost.

In the end, the centurions in the seat could not stand it and gave the order.

“Escape to the guard post!”

“He who can escape, run away! This ideal is dog death!”

When the ambush force of over 2,000 returned to the Celia outpost.

Only three hundred remained.

It was a record defeat on the Rawfield Plain.

* * *

King Deogard had to hear a truly shocking report.

Much of the force was killed in the surprise operation.

In this way, it was dangerous to station troops in the plain.

Port said calmly.

“Sooner or later an attack will come. You must retreat.”

This time the radical aristocrats also did not object.

If they stay still, they all die.

So, Port’s opinion to turn the troops back to the Celia kingdom was accepted as it was.

“Okay. Do as the Lords will. And… Marquis Chloe.”

King Deogard, unable to erase his grievous expression, called out to the Marquis in a mana-filled voice.

The Marquis trembled at the fact that he had committed a crime, and answered.

“yes.”

“As soon as I return to the kingdom, I will ask for responsibility in this battle.”

“…I apologize.”

“Switch the troops. return to the kingdom.”

“All right.”

“I follow Your Majesty’s orders.”

If I had to draw a knife, I would have to cut a radish.

In the end, the Silian army withdrew without any gain.

When the celestials are about to leave.

A messenger rushed into the barracks.

“It’s a high attack! Allied forces are invading!”

King Deogard finally couldn’t stand it and frowned.

“The thing I was worried about happened.”

* * *

Captain Maxwell led a large army and marched in a straight line toward the Celia army.

The soldiers guarding the post had no choice but to be helpless against it.

five thousand soldiers.

Three hundred knights.

And the 500-strong Magic Corps was a gigantic force that they couldn’t dare defeat.

“That enemy! Tell the main unit!”

“Okay… Aaaagh!”

The knights in the vanguard kill the commander, and the soldiers following him clean up the remnants.

When the messenger delivered the news to the main body of Celia, the troops of the allied forces commanded by Maxwell had already arrived.

Commander Maxwell shouted as he faced Celia’s forces.

“Listen! Silia’s King and his soldiers, disarm and surrender! If you obey me, I promise to treat you fairly as a prisoner of the enemy country! This is the first and last recommendation for you!”

He shouted loudly with mana in his voice, and the barracks reverberated as if they were about to leave.

At that, Fort led a soldier and came forward to him.

A strange current flowed between the two forces.

“I am Tetron von Portra, who is in the position of Celia’s millennium.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir Tetron. It may sound vulgar, but we are not here to hear your name. I don’t want to make unnecessary sacrifices, so I’d like you to surrender.”

“This kingdom also does not want any more sacrifices. But…”

As he spoke, Fort placed his hand on the swordsman.

It’s not Maxwell who doesn’t know the meaning.

A classic tool used only to reverse morale in an understaffed area.

Captain Maxwell laughed.

“Are you insane?”

“I’m sorry. There is no way for me to retreat either.”

“Say that there is some benefit to Celia by doing this.”

“Your Majesty seems to want a cause.”

In other words, it must mean that he wants to put all the blame on him who lost in the great battle.

Maxwell’s laugh turned to a bitter laugh.

“Is it a throwaway card?”

“What do you mean?”

“You must suffer in your old age.”

“Sympathy is over. Will you please do me a favor?”

“It won’t be difficult.”

Sreureung-

Captain Maxwell pulled out the bastard sword.

strong posture.

Seeing the tip of a knife that does not shake even an inch makes me nervous.

‘Your swordsmanship has already reached its peak. Maybe…’

Is it a person who has reached the master of the supreme state?

He instinctively sensed death.

You don’t need to explore any further than this.

If you have held a sword to some extent, you can judge the result just by looking at the opponent’s posture.

Port grabbed his sword and came in first.

Lowering his body, he drew a long sword from the bottom to the top.

Cheer up-!

A cloud of dust rose up, obscuring the view.

Fort quickly turned his wrist to switch to his sword.

Truly an exquisite imaginary.

It is a family swordsmanship that can be said to be his pride.

however.

Caan-!

Maxwell took his sword calmly as if he were standing there and then counterattacked.

Sgung-!

The moment I thought I had cut through the air.

The seams of Fort’s armor were cut.

The abdomen was exposed.

In this way, you will not be able to escape fatal wounds.

Port quickly retrieved the sword.

Then, as if to make fun of him, Maxwell’s greatsword turned around and was driven into his shoulder.

“Aww!”

“Cheonginjangnim!”

The voices of the soldiers who seem anxious make them lose their strength even more.

Port saw the wound.

The sword scar extends from the shoulder blade down to the collarbone.

At this point, it was already wrong to raise the sword.

“Admit your defeat.”

“I can’t.”

As he spoke, he switched the sword he was holding in his right hand to his left.

“…You will regret it.”

“I’ve already prepared for death.”

“Don’t worry. I remembered the name.”

“Thank you very much for that.”

end with that.

Maxwell raised his sword.

Port, who was trying to stop him from slashing, could see Maxwell’s sword in an instant.

A talent from heaven.

A crystal of mana that only a few can get in their hands even among those who have gone through the penance of cutting bones and vomiting blood.

The sword of the one who reached the realm of his dreams touched him.

His beloved sword, which had never faded or broken even after decades of use, was cut so easily.

It was a mistake to dare to prevent this.

The sword finally reached his chest.

His eyes turned red and he began to lose consciousness.

“Take Cheoninjangnim!”

“Relax!”

worry, anxiety and fear.

Several emotions were felt in the soldiers’ voices.

Perhaps they also vaguely know.

That they were just discarded to pass the time while the main force fled.