I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution Chapter 247

Episode 247 The Crusade of the Abyss – Last Resistance (6)

The wall of spear blades filled with ominous black energy is rapidly approaching.

Just looking at the majesty of the demon cavalry is quite intimidating.

Our cuirassiers also drew their swords and began charging towards us.

In a clash between a spear and a sword, the spear has an absolute advantage. … is the story of a confrontation between humans.

Even at first glance, what they are holding is no ordinary spear. On the other hand, the spears we use are only used for clashing and are made to break, so there is no way we can compete on equal terms in a head-to-head assault.

So, we decided that it would be better to attack them with a sword loaded with magical power, and placed those who were superior in magical power at the forefront.

And sure enough, they realized we were out of luck.

It is clearly visible that the enemy’s heavy cavalry is charging quickly and is very energetic, with spears at the forefront.

But would I, trusting only in last resort, fight head-on?

“Morel!”

“yep! Hey! Run, run!”

Jérôme Morel and Chasseurs struck quickly and immediately began to fall to the right wing.

The charging demons flinch and the conversation they exchange with each other can be heard without filtering.

“Captain!”

“What should I do?”

“Ignore it!”

“But if you do that, the side…”

There is no difference between humans and demons being embarrassed by an unexpected situation.

I knew it as soon as I saw it. At least there is no Bael here.

If not here, is it the gas tank?

I had a separate plan in case it wasn’t enough because of Bael, but it would have to be done well.

Anyway, while they were struggling, the Chasseurs ran diagonally and raised their carbines to their naturally exposed sides.

“Aim – fire!”

The Chasseurs’ carbines fire in unison, and bullets rain down.

Many of them were blocked by the demons’ magic barriers.

But not everyone can do that.

“Aaaah!”

“Ahh!”

Those who were not protected by the magical barrier, as they had already exposed their flanks after being instructed to ignore them, were hit by bullets and screamed.

Even though they are rotten, they are demons and are heavily armed, so there are fewer people than you think who fall off their horses even after being hit by a bullet.

Still, that was enough.

“Damn it, kill those guys first!”

“What are you talking about, an order!”

“If we get flanked like this, we’ll all die anyway!”

The combat power of the Chasseurs or the shooting of the carbine itself is not a significant threat.

From the front, they wouldn’t even dare to break through the magic barrier of the demons, and if they tried to stick to it, they would be slaughtered in an instant.

However, it actually upset the demons even more.

They basically think they are stronger than us, and they actually have that much power.

Nevertheless, when is the last time you have proper real-world experience? 400 years ago?

Even if the demons had a long lifespan, there would be only a few of them who would fight such a large-scale war.

If those guys have excellent organizational skills, how good can they be?

Even more so, would such arrogant bastards really have accepted the war lessons from the human war?

“Kick those bastards! Follow me!”

“How dare inferior things use inferior weapons!”

As expected, a significant number of demons arbitrarily followed Jerome Morel’s Chasseurs.

However, they are heavily armed cavalry and are even armed with long spears.

Even if you prepare in advance, it is not easy to change direction, so what happens if you move spontaneously like that?

In the middle, those who tried to stick to the forward charge as ordered and those who tried to break away and follow the Chasseurs all mixed up, causing chaos, and naturally the charging speed of the entire camp began to slow down.

But it’s still not enough.

“Imperial Army!”

“Let’s go! go!”

Even the Imperial cavalry under Gill von Leonhardt’s orders turned to the left, and the demon camp fell into complete chaos.

“What now!”

“Go straight ahead! “At once, charge!”

“What are you talking about! If we continue like this, we will be attacked from three sides!”

“Oh my goodness! “What are these idiots saying now?”

It’s so messed up.

At first glance, it may seem like we are dividing the forces here and there rather than charging, but this side has a prior agreement, has a clear hierarchy, and is a group of skilled soldiers gathered from all over the continent.

On the other hand, because they only believe in the superiority of their race’s power and equipment, their discipline is no different from that of a ragtag group of soldiers.

First of all, we have caused chaos, so we have to secure the momentum here to reduce the sacrifice even a little!

I gathered magical power and infused it into the sword along with the divine power lingering around my body.

Bael, that crazy demon did something so crazy that it split the air, but even if it wasn’t to that extent-

“Haaaa!”

As he swung his sword with all his might, the magic and divine power overflowing from the sword exploded and struck the front.

“Aaaah!”

“How could this person-”

The only ones cut out were the five in front. It’s not much compared to the amount of magic we used, but

it’s enough to add to the confusion of the demons who looked down on us and revive our momentum.

“Cuirassier charge!”

“Waaaaaa!”

As the revolutionary cavalry began to charge with increased momentum, the demons became even more embarrassed and began to jump in individually.

“Rush first!”

“For Bael!”

However, in a situation where the camp is in chaos, it is a charge made by inertia, unable to do this or that.

Aside from the fact that the impact force of the charge has been reduced….

“Die, you inferior races!”

The spears overflowing with ominous black energy were menacing, but the cavalry, which had become a mess of camp and breathing, was being thrown one after another into an assault formation to crush them.

“These guys…. Hahak!”

Among the cuirassier cavalry, the elite selected cavalrymen took charge of each demon, two or three, and began hunting the demons, with one striking out a spear and the other throwing out a sword.

“Kaaaaak!”

The attack was blocked by the devil’s magic barrier, and many people fell as the spear pierced this magic barrier, but anyway, we made the first attack almost one-sided.

“Show overwhelming power to the inferiors!”

“Support your allies and drive them out!”

And now that we have achieved this, we can utilize our original strength in numbers.

The problem

is- “Charge! Strike the sides of those bastards!”

The demon cavalry that followed Jerome Morel’s Chasseurs is returning again.

No matter how many demons there are, there is no way they can catch up with the light cavalry Chasseurs, and since Morel’s unit went to attack the enemy’s central army, that’s what will happen.

However, the demons who were attacking our flanks were astonished by the sound of horses’ hooves coming from their flanks and the sounds coming from their mouths.

“I praise you-”

A lance sparkling with the protection of overflowing divine power.

The Holy Knights were wiped out by machine guns, but that didn’t mean they were annihilated.

Rather, if only enough people survived to obediently follow my orders, it would have been difficult to use a hand saved in this way.

“How much?”

“Holy Knights?”

The demons were astonished as soon as they saw the shiny lance.

Even those who are considered an inferior race and look down on them are afraid of divine power, right?

“Direction to the bar!”

Even if we tried to change direction late, how could it be the heavily armored, lance-armed heavy cavalry that was accelerating to target our flank?

“Your holiness comes upon us-”

“His grace sets high the blade of our spear-”

Faith in the hymn sung while rushing.

“He has made us avenge our brothers!”

The anger that was shining inside came out clearly.

“Kill them all! “Brothers in the arms of God will judge!”

“A-men! A-men!”

The demons that had been flanked by the Holy Knights led by Gardolfo Eramo began to burn with terrible screams.

* * *

The moment when the cavalry battle between the two wings was in full swing.

The Allied Central Revolutionary Army Vanguard.

One sword strike.

With just that one thing, dozens of people turn into pieces of meat, with blood splattering around.

Before the soldiers standing next to them could be frightened by the tragedy, another sword strike occurred and the same tragedy occurred again.

Every time the devil’s twin swords dance, the soldiers who formed the defense line are slaughtered in droves.

“What is that?”

Even General Nicolas Ney, who was second to none in terms of bravery, could not hide his astonishment with his eyes wide open.

Typically, shock troops are deployed on both wings to target the enemy’s flanks.

It would be a shame to attack the battle line from the front with that, and the worst thing would be to attack the main body of the central army, which would have had the greatest stopping power.

… is military common sense.

However, if there is an entity that does not even have military common sense in the first place.

No matter how many soldiers there are in the main army, if it can be defeated from the front with overwhelming force.

Does it have any meaning as a tactic in the first place?

“Ugh! Do not come!”

The soldiers fire their muskets incessantly, but no matter how much fire their guns spit, the overwhelming magical barrier deflects all the bullets.

“It’s a barrage of bullets! “That monster-”

The artillery commander, who was trying to stop the monster with a bombardment, was cut in two with his cannon by Bael’s sword strike that cut through the air.

The devil didn’t introduce himself.

At some point, it appeared among the drones and started destroying everything.

Still, everyone knew it as soon as they saw it.

The devil’s crown on his head and inaction that cannot even be described as overwhelming.

The author is the demon warrior Pride. It is called Bael of ‘pride’.

The lines of the revolutionary army, which could not overcome breech-loading rifles, drones, or machine guns, began to collapse due to a single evil.

The Royal Guard follows him and widens the road through the defense line that was disrupted by Bael.

Each one of them is massacring soldiers with an overwhelming magical barrier that makes musket bullets seem meaningless.

As drones began to surge along the collapsed road, even the morale of the high-ranking revolutionary army began to decline.

“Hee hee hee hee…”

“Don’t be agitated!”

As soon as the soldiers showed signs of collapsing out of fear, Nicolae reflexively shouted.

But even he, who always wanted to be a fearless leader, was filled with questions.

What can any army or tactic do against such a monster that seems meaningless?

Nicolae stood in shock, looking at Bael and the SS who were rapidly approaching him, slaughtering the soldiers indiscriminately.

Overwhelming power and fear that seemed to embody death itself.

Nicolae swallowed dryly in the helplessness that naturally felt as a human being.

Should we retreat?

Unknowingly, you thought that and gritted your teeth.

He doesn’t know anything about the cause of revolution.

There was no interest in freedom, equality, or fraternity.

He fought for whom he would give his allegiance.

For a rare genius who would lead the Frangian army, which had fallen into disarray amid the corruption of the old system and the chaos of revolution.

however.

-I am loyal to Commander Balian. Now I can’t swear allegiance to His Excellency the Marquis…

-When did I tell you to be loyal to me? Even those who were my subordinates from the beginning won’t be loyal to me, right?

Nicolae laughed at the memories that came to mind at moments like this.

-You don’t have to be loyal to me. As commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army, there is only one thing I ask of you: Will you fight to protect your country as a revolutionary soldier or not?

-Soldiers should fight to protect their homeland…

Retreating from this battlefield is not a simple retreat.

The resulting defeat is not just a defeat in battle, but the worst possible ending.

The moment Nicola Ney realized it, he roared forward.

“Revolutionary troops hold their ground!”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on him.

The moment he was sure of that, he took a step forward and cried out.

“Every minute you hold on now will bring victory! Nicola you are here! Your general is here with you! “Never back down!”

Bael, who was swinging his sword with an indifferent expression as if he was going to kill insects by stepping on them, looked directly at him for the first time.

Those creepy eyes without pupils.

Nicolae met those eyes and, instead of hesitating, drew his sword.

Phew –

the devil sneered.

He pulls his sword back and his arm muscles bulge.

You also recognized that it was a preparatory stance for delivering that terrible sword strike that you had seen over and over again.

Nevertheless, he took one step forward.

And that moment.

“Al-ardho-”

A huge shadow passes over his head and a thunderous shout-

“Akbar!”

As soon as a chorus that shook the entire camp rang out.