The Extra Wants To Live

Wedge! Puck!

Jaren\'s left hand moved like an electric current, and the rider who had been running from afar fell down helplessly, falling off his horse.

The lone horse circled around the corpse before returning to the rebel formation.

The Laurel Tree unit, who had been advancing silently, felt their hearts strengthened upon seeing the corpse of a man who had died instantly after being pierced in the chest by a dagger thrown by Jaren from a distance of at least 100 meters.

In fact, Jaren alone could kill all the rebels.

However, doing so would take a long time and could lower the morale of the soldiers, so they were sent into battle.

Their role was to hold their ground and block the approaching rebels, while Jaren was active and the gist of this tactic was to slaughter the enemy with overwhelming force.

"You vile bastards!"

Shouts of condemnation were heard from the rebel formation. But no one listened to those meaningless words.

"Speed up!"

"Understood!"

As he got closer to his opponent, Carl shouted fiercely.

The voices swirling inside the helmet with the visor down sounded like the sound of a giant brass trumpet.

Normally, it should be blocked by the visor and not audible, but it was a truly bizarre phenomenon.

The soldiers skillfully matched their pace and picked up speed, and Jaren, who was trying to properly coordinate with the Laurel Unit for the first time, glanced back and adjusted his pace appropriately.

"Shoot!"

Shhhhhh!

At the order to fire, arrows flew from the rebel formation. Archers waiting behind large wooden stakes fired their shots, then quickly loaded new arrows into their bows.

"Shield!"

"Understood!"

Thud! Ting!

At Carl\'s shout, the soldiers raised large square shields to cover their bodies.

They were moving as one body, their shoulders pressed against each other, so only one or two arrows luckily landed through the gaps in their shields.

Even those arrows were blocked by the sturdy armor and did no damage.

The Laurel Unit naturally picked up speed and was running without realizing it. In an instant, the enemy was right in front of them. The rebel archers fired only three shots, inflicting no damage on the Laurel troops.

"Archers, stand back!"

The archers behind the stakes retreated hurriedly. They hid behind the rebel infantry, hoping to covertly bypass them and capture the flank and rear of the Laurel Tree troops.

They didn\'t do anything crazy like shooting arrows behind the infantry.

If they did that, more arrows would end up in their own backs than in the enemy\'s, and infantry with arrows in their backs would run away before they even engaged the enemy..

So, archers usually stood at the very front of the line and shot arrows, and when the enemy approached, they typically turned around and captured the flank and rear.

Alternatively, they could build a line to attack the flank from the beginning. The archers moved busily, spreading out to the left and right.

To cover them, the rebel wings slowly advance forward and surround the Laurel Tree Unit.

The rebels\' wings had no intention of attacking the Laurel Tree Unit.

If the center holds back the Laurel Wreath troops, they can easily win the battle by simply surrounding them and having the archers rain down arrows to attack the flanks and rear.

"Square!"

"understood!"

But one word from Carl rendered the rebels\' tactics meaningless.

The Laurel Tree Unit, which had been running smoothly while facing the front, suddenly stopped and formed a strong square formation.

If it\'s like this, there is no such thing as rear or front.

But the dustproofing has a fatal flaw.

The point is that they can\'t move right away.

The phalanx cannot move, and there is no reinforcement to attack the rebels while the phalanx is maintained.

Just leave it as it is and move step by step to seize the opportunity to win.

Well, in normal cases.

"Forward! Hoo! Ha!"

"Huh! Ha!"

Horribly, the soldiers of the Laurel Legion, who had formed a square formation following Carl\'s call, began to advance slowly, one step at a time.

The soldiers, whose shoulders and backs touched each other, could feel each other\'s presence even while walking sideways or backwards, and they moved step by step, keeping pace with each other and looking around.

Backpedaling! Moving while maintaining a defensive stance!

"oh my god...."

The most surprised person was none other than Jaren, who was at the forefront of them.

\'I\'ve heard of the reputation of the Laurel Unit, but I didn\'t expect it to be this good!\'

Still, he thought that if they were human, they would do something crazy and break the ranks a little.

However, the soldiers of the Laurel Division maintained an eerily perfectly dense square formation.

This was the result of the Laurel Unit being exposed to Carl\'s demonic charisma for a long time.

The madman who formed a triple-layered formation with untrained conscripts and held off the fierce onslaught was none other than Carl.

But how \'well\' could the Laurel Legion, composed of the Empire\'s best elite soldiers who had fought under Carl for over a year, move?

"Jaren!"

Carl\'s thunderous shout echoes through the shocked battlefield.

The rebels, who had been at a loss at the sight of a square formation moving in perfect formation that defiled the art of war, suddenly came to their senses.

"Destroy the enemy!"

"Go, attack!"

The order to attack was given late by the rebels, but Jaren had already broken through the wooden stakes with his halberd raised and was digging into the ranks.

And then the moving square formation pushes back the rebel center!

"Laurel Unit! Seize the victory as always!"

"Wow!"

The soldiers responded with a powerful cheer to Carl\'s shout as he led the troops from the center instead of Jaren who had rushed into the enemy.

The battle has only just begun, but it already seems like it will end.

But Carl did not let his guard down.

Because he is a hungry and cautious beast who always does his best.