episode_0165

dark night.

Mary and the cavalry are secretly passing through the grass, relying on the light of the full moon in the sky.

‘joy! Just try to be wrong. Agrippa I won’t leave you alone.’

Since she is not a commander, she follows Agrippa’s words, but she does not think that her thoughts are wrong.

If you just burn the enemy’s supply depot, the enemy won’t be able to do anything, but what can you do? The commander is her husband.

‘The moon is so bright.’

I feel like she has her own charm.

Blue moonlight and grass.

Isn’t it quite charming?

Of course, the grass underneath will suffer.

***

“Commander. A report has arrived from the camp. It is said that the enemy has completely broken through to the second line.”

Savinelli is right, he clapping his hands together and staring at the map.

“Yes! Which direction did you say you went?”

Obviously west.

If you run towards this hill you are on, you are thinking of dealing a huge blow to the opponent’s cavalry with a trap.

Just like his first plan.

“It was said that it looked like it was going south.”

Savinelli feels puzzled by those words.

“South? Why the south? Didn’t you hear it wrong?”

Savinelli asks, but the adjutant only relays what he received.

“That’s… I don’t know.”

Something is going wrong, Savinelli feels.

‘There’s definitely something wrong.’

All he had to do was take the bait through the gap that Savinelli had created on purpose. It is true that he entered through the gap, but he did not take the bait.

As if he already knew his trap.

***

When Savinelli feels nervous.

When the news arrived from spies that the enemy was preparing to attack.

“enemy! The enemy is attacking!”

The first line camp is busy with news of a sudden enemy attack.

“Damn it! It’s night, why is this an attack again?”

“That! They are bastards with no morals.”

A battle unfolding in the dark of night.

For the soldiers, it feels like death.

“Hey! What are you doing, Centurion?! Why don’t you get me ready for battle?!”

The soldiers put on their armor and grumble at the officers’ shouts.

***

“Commander, this is a report from the battlefield. The enemies are preparing a large-scale attack. It looks like an all-out war will begin soon.”

Savinelli is embarrassed by the messenger’s report that follows.

‘Damn… What’s going on… No way? Are you trying to hit us astern?’

Jeonggongbeop.

Savinelli feels that his plan has gone awry when he realizes that the method chosen by the enemy is a direct attack.

I quickly go outside and look at the enemy’s deployment on the hill and get lost in thought.

I get lost in thought as I see the camp shining brightly here and there on the hill.

‘There is cavalry in the rear… I should tell them to place spearmen in the rear.’

hammer and anvil.

Among them, the hammer is already ready.

Savinelli felt that if the hammer started hitting hard, the damage would definitely increase.

‘Damn it…’

With over 20,000 spearmen already deployed on the hill, there are not that many spearmen on the front line.

However, if you take out the spearmen, the hill becomes powerless.

‘What should I do…’

So far, Savinelli has done well in sieges and fortifications, but has relatively little field experience.

This is because most of the wars were fought before the fall of the fortress or during the defense of the fortress.

‘The other party is probably watching our troop movements. If it doesn’t look like they’re moving, it means they’re trying to go straight to the base to help.’

Because it is a dark night, Savinelli has no choice but to move with a torch on, and he believes that the enemies will make their judgment based on the light.

“Heh heh… checkmate.”

He now felt defeated.

‘But… I can’t stay still.’

The commander-in-chief said that if he stays still, the front line troops will eventually be destroyed.

Savinelli writes such an urgent letter.

***

The Nicene army and the imperial army face each other on a wide plain.

That moment…

Fireballs decorate the night sky from both sides.

-Hey! Pow!

-Pow!

The barrier magic deployed by the wizards on both sides prevents countless fireball magic falling from the sky from falling into the camp.

Agrippa sees this and becomes lost in thought.

‘Are there more wizards than I thought?’

Currently, the imperial army is attacking with a lot of fireball scrolls, but it appears that the enemies are also firing magic attacks just as much.

Agrippa was surprised to see that the Nicaean army was relatively low on magic scrolls compared to the imperial army, which had a large supply of magic scrolls.

‘It has more firepower than I thought, right?’

Although it is blocked by the ally’s barrier, I get lost in thought as I watch the fireball soar endlessly high into the sky.

‘It looks like… you’ve risked everything on this battle?’

Agrippa’s thoughts become a bit complicated as he does not know that Sabinelli is telling him not to spare the fireball in the hope that he will defeat Agrippa in this battle and that the eastern nobles will rise up.

‘Shall we move the troops first? Or shall we continue the standoff?’

Agrippa, who thought his troops would be overwhelming in magic and firepower, becomes lost in thought when he sees that the enemy’s strength is formidable.

‘I heard that orcs are good at fighting. Should we send a troop of giants?’

When you think like that.

-Wheee! pop!

One fireball fired by an ally falls on an enemy unit.

“Ah… as expected.”

Agrippa realized that this was an over-the-top barrier spell.

He smiles and gives instructions to his adjutant.

“Tell the wizards to increase their attacks. Keep shooting scrolls.”

Meanwhile…

Savinelli, who saw the scene from a distant hill, felt embarrassed.

“Attack! What is the commander doing if he doesn’t attack?!”

Of course, the Nicaean army cannot win against the imperial army in a magic war.

As expected, the imperial army also has magic units from the Kingdom of Chardinya deployed, and unlike our allies, they are well supplied with scrolls.

In addition, the number of wizards is not that much compared to the imperial army, but there is one advantage over the imperial army.

They are Babylonian mercenaries who are a mixture of humans and orcs.

When Savinelli gets nervous and shouts.

The Nicene soldiers begin to rush towards the enemy.

***

Mary watches the hill closely from afar.

“No movement? Sheesh…”

There is no movement near the hill.

‘Then we have no choice but to proceed according to plan.’

In the end, it seems the opponent decided to defend the hill.

In that case, they just do what they have to do.

“Now, let’s aim for the enemy’s rear.”

The cavalry she had behind her.

I smile while looking at the giant soldiers.

“Huh? Princess Mary. Look over there.”

As one of the giants spoke, Mary turned her head and looked at the hill, and the lights of torches began to appear one by one.

“One… 10,000? I think it’s around 20,000. What should I do?”

Mary, seeing this, blinks her eyes and speaks quietly.

“What is it? Was it really a trap?”

***

Savinelli even sent spearmen hidden near the hill to the front.

I watch anxiously as quite a few torches make their way to the front lines.

‘Please… join us as we saw.’

I sincerely hope that the enemy cavalry that sneaked in will join the main force.

Rather, I hoped to hit our infantry and mercenaries with hammers and anvils as a matter of course.

Because that’s not the worst.

but…

-pop!

-It’s the enemy! The enemy has attacked!

And you feel that you are done.

***

Mary and the Giants came up the hill slaughtering the soldiers.

“Burn it all! Burn everything!”

As she said, the giant soldiers tear up fireball scrolls and throw them at the tent or wooden warehouse in front of them.

-Pow!

-Quaaang!

“Stop it! Stop it, you bastards!, Jo… Are you going to abandon your country like this?!”

A man stands and tries to raise morale somehow…

“I’m so… noisy.”

Mary drives the horse and speeds up.

Sharp spear tip.

Poke the tip into the man’s chest.

-puck!

“Ugh…”

Soon, Mary gives orders to the soldiers as she sees a man dying with blood pouring out of a hole in his chest.

“Hurry and catch that bastard Savinelli!”

“You don’t need to look for me. Princess Mary.”

A man who looks to be in his 30s.

He says, looking at the red-haired Mary.

“I am Savinelli.”

“Ho? Are you that proud Savinelli?”

“Yes. Princess.”

Seeing that, Mary nods her head and says.

“Surrender. Then I’ll spare your life.”

‘Defeat is already confirmed.’

In the end, in vain… Savinelli’s legs lose strength at the thought that the kingdom has collapsed.

-dump.

Soon, he lowers his head and is unable to stop crying… and begins to shed tears.

“What… what is it? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Do you think they will look at you if you cry?”

Mary was extremely embarrassed to see a man who was much older than her… no, about 10 years older than Debian, crying with his shoulders shaking.

“Ugh… nothing… nothing. Princess… I may be a shameless loser, but I have a favor to ask.”

Although his face cannot be seen because he does not raise his head, his crying voice contains deep regret and sadness, so Mary speaks hesitantly.

“What… what is it?”

“I will surrender… Please send the remaining soldiers back. Please return Babylon’s mercenaries as well.”

At those words, Mary scratches her cheek and nods.

“Okay… I’ll tell my husband well. Stop crying.”

To Mary, Savinelli’s crying doesn’t feel like anything else.

‘If her and Savinelli’s situation had been the other way around… she would have cried like that too.’

It makes me wonder if there would be loyalists like Savinelli even if the Grand Duchy were to fail.

Anyway…

This was the end of the Nicene War.

***

Report from Nicaea.

[Enemy leaders Savinelli and Nasser captured.]

The short, difficult and tiring war has come to an end.

“It’s finally over.”

I hand over the report and work silently as usual.