I AM THE KING
CHAPTERS 17. GHOST OF THE BATTLEFIELD [3]

“So you mean there are at least five thousand, right?”

Gale, who returned after a brief report, frowned at the story delivered by the scout team.

"Yes. They'll probably do a night raid at sunset. ”

Benson reported the story, as he had heard from Roan.

He even made a horseshoe move with his fingers.

Roan glanced at that and smiled bitterly.

'There are bastards who try to take your services wherever you go.'

In his past life, he had always suffered from such people.

But now, it's different.

'I take my own services.'

Meanwhile, Benson finished talking and lowered his head.

"That's why we have to prepare for the night attack."

“Mm.”

Gale frowned and was deep in thought.

Then, Roan stood forward.

"Commander of the Army."

"Hmm?"

“Rather than preparing for the night attack, it is more beneficial for us to immediately attack.”

"Directly?"

As Gale asked back, Roan continued speaking without the slightest hesitation.

“Currently they are in a very exhausted condition right now. No need to wait for them to recover. Moreover, if more time passed, the number of monsters would increase significantly. Because they will also move more towards here from the north endlessly. Above all ……. ”

He glanced at Benson once, and made a horseshoe shape with his fingers.

“We have a camp inside this Pedian Plain area now. Because of this, the back, which is the south is now open.”

The horse closed slowly.

“If we let the horde of monsters move like this....”.



His hands meet each other.

The horseshoe shape is now a circle.

Roan showed his hand to Gale and continued talking.

"We'll end up surrounded."

“Mm.”

The indication of understanding came from Gale's mouth.

'Not only now, but he also predicted things that would happen from then on.'

He nodded and stood up from his place.

"Sheel."

"Yes." Yeah."

"The words you have just stated until now, can you repeat them in front of the 7th Corps Commander?"

A chance.

Roan forcefully swallowed the laughter that was trying to get out.

"Of course."

"good. Then let's report it to the Corps Commander. ”

As Gale walked one step ahead of him, Roan followed his back.

Benson's face glimpsed so messed up, like he had just chewed on feces.

'That's why if you try to steal someone else's kindness, you have to steal it perfectly.'

As Gale and Roan walked out of the tent, the officers sighed.

"For a greenhorn who's met the Colonel."

"Yes. I haven't seen it until now.”

"Didn't that bastard most likely get promoted quickly, if he continued like this?"

They don't feel good.

Then, they saw Benson standing there without knowing what to do.

"Benson, did you become similar to that bastard named Roan?"

“Omong empty what do you say about the monsters that attack us in the form of horseshoe, but instead, we just need to prepare for their attack?”

“Why is military discipline like this now?”

Benson lowered his head in annoyance at the adjutant's reprimand.

'Berdevan. I should have kept my mouth shut.'

Even if he regretted it, it was useless.

The end result of a choice being made is to bear the consequences of your own loss or gain.

Benson makes this choice to try to steal the benefits from others; ending in a major failure.

*****

“That makes sense.”

Aaron Tate, who was from the aristocracy, and at the same time; also the Commander of the 7th Army Corps Corps, rubbed his chin and nodded.

'It's really amazing for a beginner.'

When Gale first caught the attention of the new enlisted soldier, he wasn't particularly interested.

But when he heard the story from the man, he could not hide his astonishment.

A novice warrior was reading the plot of the battlefield, as well as the war as a whole.

But just because of that, he could not show his emotions for the time being as a representative of the aristocracy. He continued to speak with disinterested attitude.

“It will definitely be more effective to sweep them this time.”

Aaron gathered the battalion commanders.

“Monster has appeared in the western area of the plain.”

He then tells them the story he heard from Roan, and reveals his attacking tactics.

“Send this notice to other Corps, and get ready for battle as soon as possible.”

"Yes! Understood!"

The battalion commander replied with one voice.

Aaron's gaze immediately turned to Roan.

"And you."

"Yes!"

Roan replied while showing his good military discipline.

Aaron nodded with a satisfied expression.

“When this battle is over; I'll give you a gift that suits your services. ”

"Yes! Understood!"

It was as he expected.

Roan followed Gale and walked out of the Corps Commander's tent.

"Yes. Understood."

Roan replied as they rushed to Rose camp together.

“Why did you come so late today?”

As soon as he entered the 13th Army camp, Tane approached.

Roan smiled bitterly and replied.

"You all must prepare for battle."

"Prepared to fight?"

Tane frowned while asking back.

All the soldiers who were enjoying their free time stared at Roan.

Then, a loud voice outside their camp was heard.

“Commander Team assemble! Commanding Force is gathering! ”

Hearing the words from the voice, Tane frowned.

"Did you find anything else?"

Roan laughed awkwardly and answered briefly.

"Monster's."

*****

hello hello.

Hot steam shaking the weeds.

Thousands of soldiers moved slowly with their bodies lowered.

Gosh darn.

Shaking the weeds.

Adjutant Jack, who led the spearmen, raised his right hand.

At that moment, the spearmen who were advancing while holding their breath stopped in their tracks, implanting their defensive formation.

Waw.

The west wind whirled across the plains.

The plain that stretches under a distant hill.

Among the swaying weeds, they could see a monster that was sleeping soundly.

Gulp down.

Everyone swallowed dry.

A nervous moment.

A heavy silence weighed on their shoulders.

Jones' adjutant, who led the archers, raised his right hand.

Tensional.

The sound of arrows was sounded, while the wood spun as the bow body was bent, the archers then pulled their bows completely back and paused for a moment to aim.

Jones looked at the other team officer.

Then, his hand that fell forward while focusing on the target in front.

Quarrelling.

Jones' hand also cut through the air.

shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot!

In the 20 Troops, arrow after arrow was released from a hundred squads at the same time.

Two thousand or so arrows covered the sky.

Holy hooch!

The sharp shrill cry that pierced your ears.

Rain of arrows soaked the ground.

Hit hit hit hit!

“Kuh!”

“Long!”

“Grr!”

The monster who was sleeping without knowing anything let out a surprised cry.

Holy hooch!

The rain of death fell again.

Dudududu.

At the same time, rumbling sounds rumbled on the ground.

Roan glanced behind him while lying on the ground.

The cavalry troops now charged forward while cutting off the wind.

Behind them, a cloud of white dust soared upwards.

Puuuu!

The sound of trumpet trumpets signifying the start of the battle.

Dudududu!

The cavalry raced past the infantry and charged forward.

The heavy armor of the cavalry troops pierced through the wind.

Booms!

An uncompromising accusation, as if they were planning to destroy everything that stood in their way.

The cavalry troops stormed to the place where previously it was raining arrows down.

Booms!

“Kuhong!”

“Keee!”

The monsters were trampled in all directions, along with their desperate cries.

"Groan!"

Jack, who glared forward, stood up and shouted.

"Groan!"

"Groan!"

The spearmen who held their breath, all stood up and shouted war cries.

Roan was among them.

"Groan!"

He shouted with all his strength, and charged forward.

Among the dust clouds raised by the cavalry troops, they could see monsters fighting back.

Handholds.

With a surge of adrenaline that strengthens his hand.

All the spearmen together, including Roan, stormed through the cloud of dust.