After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

She continued to speak calmly, but hadn't she reached her limit? Despite this, Frodo still said she would go to the front lines.

There is nothing more to say then, just repeat the same scene as when defeating the Philos soldiers.

Considering the opportunity when the enemy formation would be cut off by the sudden torrent, Murphy roared on his horse.

"Defeat, conquer—everyone, charge!!"

The violent voices of soldiers rang out on the battlefield.

Under the bright sunshine, the soldiers ran.

Chapter 10 More than just military boots

"The situation is really dire. Is it the magician of Bolwat, or the legendary elf curse?"

Adjutant Neymar frowned and said, as if in response to the adjutant's words, Gerrard, who was wearing gray armor, narrowed his eyes and looked around the battlefield.

As Neymar said, the situation is bad.

Although our side consisted of highly trained soldiers, while the Heraldry's soldiers were mere amateurs, a stalemate occurred on the front line.

The slow progress on the left and right wings was to be expected, however, the center section was unacceptable.

The main reason was the great magic, the sudden large-scale whirlwind, and the flood rushing into the battlefield, which were all too beyond common sense.

It was normal for soldiers' legs to tremble with fear if they saw something like that up close.

In his conversation with Murphy, Gerard has learned that there should be people in the Church of Heraldry who can use magic.

So he had actually already prepared for the soldiers to suffer some losses due to magic, but the current situation was still beyond his expectations.

After all, no one has ever heard of anyone being able to use magic on such a large scale that can shake the entire battlefield.

Or is it that in the Bolwat Dynasty, where magic is prevalent, such people are already everywhere, and we just don't know about it?

The moment this image came into his mind, Gerrard couldn't help but grin.

This is ridiculous. If that really happened, the Kingdom of Leiden would have been destroyed by Polvaart long ago, right?

Precisely because magic alone cannot overcome the sheer disparity in national power and military strength, the Volvat Dynasty still holds the position of the dominant power in central China.

So, that great magic ultimately relies on the immense power of an individual.

There are probably at most two such people, or maybe even only one.

"Don't be too harsh on the soldiers, Neymar. The soldiers' ugly behavior is the general's ugly behavior - well, it's time. Let the soldiers in the center retreat in order. Make an ugly scene, but try not to turn around and run away."

That great magic cannot be performed many times. It can only be used once or twice at most, or it may no longer be usable.

No matter how big the threat is, it is ultimately caused by humans, so there is no need to be overly afraid.

If the attack could be launched with skillful rotation of forces, even the now severely damaged vanguard could launch a counterattack.

But, sadly, it's too much to ask of new recruits.

Retreating while continuing to fight after exchanging some soldiers is an impossible requirement for this group of recruits.

Therefore, there are only two measures that can be taken: either make them move forward or make them move backward.

Although it was only a small amount, if the collapsed soldiers were allowed to continue advancing, they would very likely be completely swallowed up by the enemy.

It is not uncommon for a military to begin with the disintegration of a part and then develop into the collapse of the entire army.

Well, it would be much better if things develop as expected.

"But I'm in such a mess that I can't really lecture that brat Murphy, damn it."

In the past, achieving victory without losing the lives of subordinates and companions would have been worth bragging about.

Now, he was letting his soldiers die in vain while he stood by and watched helplessly. He was in a good position. Gerard laughed at himself and put the wine in his mouth before mounting his horse.

Your throat will definitely be dry and about to crack afterward, so it’s okay to moisten it at the end.

"Captain...will the enemy come?"

Neymar shook off the horse, and the emotion that drove her to speak was more uneasiness than worry, and even Gerrard could hear the chattering of her teeth.

Gerrard gently responded to Neymar: It's coming.

She, Neymar Gloria, Gerrard thought was taking herself a little too seriously.

In fact, fear of failure and taking things too seriously are indeed the characteristics of most local nobles.

This kind of personality is not suitable for development in the political circle, it is too stubborn.

But, to go along with that stubbornness, she also possesses a tenacious resilience.

Even if it encounters setbacks, it will not break easily. Even if it breaks, it will not lose its reserved tenacity.

Gerard believes that if experience is incorporated into these properties, amazing growth as a commander may be achieved.

Soldiers like commanders who don't waver, and Neymar Gloria has great potential in this regard.

How much could she learn from this? Probably not much. After all, it was truly unfortunate that her teacher was such a vicious person.

As Gerard thought this, he mounted his warhorse with a humorous smile.

"The enemy will definitely come, maybe one or two people on the front line. Oh, that little brat Murphy should be able to sense it."

Even though the front lines were overturned by magic, the number of people on this side was still more than twice that of the Heraldry Cult.

This numerical difference alone can give soldiers mental peace of mind.

Even if they don't know the true identity of the enemy, the feeling that they have their own people behind them can cheer them up.

However, now these soldiers were retreating one after another at a brisk pace, which was really unnatural.

It's very strange that with the left and right wings in a stalemate, only the center seems to be retreating a little bit.

On the battlefield, can such a thing really go smoothly? That disciple must have considered this matter. He is very perceptive in this regard.

After all, the more one looks back, the more sensitive one becomes.

Gerald said, baring his teeth.

"Even so, we can't stop. We can't stop. Listen to the war cry. Look at the dense mass of soldiers."

The Heraldry Church is at a numerical disadvantage, so its biggest fear is being defeated one by one.

It would be stupid if the soldiers were dispersed and then killed by the enemy using human wave tactics. This may sound a bit ridiculous, but it is a normal way of thinking.

That is why they formed such a dense formation, trying to concentrate their forces at one point as much as possible and then collide with the enemy.

Although the Cathedral has the advantage in numbers, it will collapse sooner or later once they unite, but it can at least buy some time and at least it will not collapse immediately.

During this delay, the commandos broke through the enemy's main camp. That's probably what happened.

In a sense, it is a reasonable tactic.

However, this tactic certainly has its disadvantages.

The denser the crowd, the more obstructed the soldiers' vision became, and their ears were filled with rough noises. They could do nothing but move forward unconsciously.

This is especially true if the enemy's vanguard is retreating.

Murphy should be among the assault force at the front line.

In this case, even if he realizes our intention, can he still order his soldiers to retreat?

It's impossible.

Behind him were his own soldiers who were constantly pressing forward.

In this situation, the order to retreat could not be fully conveyed.

If he turned around, he would be trampled to death by his comrades if he was not careful.

Therefore, even if you know that you have been lured, even if you know that you have fallen into a trap, there is no turning back.

This is completely different from the Cathedral, which went into battle lightly and retreated to a certain extent from the beginning to reorganize its formation.

"Listen carefully, Neymar. If you want to create a battlefield yourself, you have to make the enemy think they are acting according to their will, but in the end they will find that they are actually acting according to your will. That's all. As long as it can be done this way, it's enough."

Gerard said with an expression he had never seen before.

Neymar couldn't help but look at his boss again and hold his breath.

She remembered where she had seen this expression, but now she couldn't place it.

The soldiers in the center of the Cathedral Army sometimes collapsed and sometimes retreated.

As if bewitched by that appearance, the Heraldry soldiers continued their assaults.

The cries of killing were heard everywhere, and the footsteps of the soldiers shook the earth.

The sun, which should have been at the apex of the sky, has now tilted slightly.

No one is stopping it, and no one can stop it.

Chapter 11 Never Give Up

The Heraldic soldiers rushed into the heart of the Grand Templar Army in groups.

It was as if the sea had split open and the water was rushing across the uninhabited wilderness, and everyone was moving forward.

The soldiers, whose level of training was far superior to his own, now collapsed in a very interesting way.

Perhaps it was because they were drunk or because they were overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the battlefield, but the soldiers on the front line were walking faster and faster.

In a little while, we will see the enemy's main camp, and then the final victory will be decided.

And now, the soldiers looked as if the glory had been grasped in the hands of the Heraldry Church, and they were confident that they could return alive.

If I can go back alive, I can drink and hug a woman.

The thought of being able to escape from this ugly hell made the soldiers' minds fly and they could no longer see anything else.

Amid the soldiers' frenzy, only Murphy narrowed his eyes. The fear that slowly crept up from the depths of his heart gripped his heart tightly.

Looking forward to winning like this, but lamenting: this is impossible.

These two emotions devoured Murphy's body, competing for heat.

The soldiers continued to advance without any problems, while the enemy soldiers seemed weak as if their will had been broken.

Had the enemy truly collapsed? Could they possibly break through their main position like this? Could old Gerrard really allow that to happen?

However, unexpected things always happen in places like battlefields. It is better to say that the battlefield is surrounded by unexpected things from the very beginning.

No matter how experienced a general is, he may lose everything by neglecting a small matter.

The so-called battlefield, the so-called war, means that everything is possible.

So, was it possible? Could this self-righteous strategy of concentrating forces to achieve a breakthrough actually work against that cunning master?

I swallowed my eager saliva, and for a moment, my heart was filled with anticipation, thinking that it would be nice to just keep moving forward.

——But, is that really a good thing?

Murphy narrowed his eyes and looked around intently, not at the scene in front of him, but at the entire battlefield.

In eyes blinded by expectations, nothing meaningful can be seen at all.

Because of this, the enemy soldiers' collapsed posture before him was meaningless.

Well, trust the teacher's cunning.

The battlefields on the left and right wings are now very far away from here, and we can only see them from afar.

Perhaps Filia and Eltis are still fighting. Judging from the faint swaying of the flag, the situation is probably still stalemate.

As expected, only the central part succeeded in breaking through, and the Heraldic soldiers penetrated deep into the cathedral as if they were in its embrace.

Murphy felt her breathing becoming more and more rapid, as if the heat accumulated in her lungs was being exhaled intact.

Then he turned his gaze to the feet of the enemy vanguard commander's mount and held his breath, perhaps for about ten seconds, perhaps even less than the time to blink.

It wasn't just one person, Murphy saw through the flaws of several commanders.

Finally, he slowly swallowed a breath.

——This is bad, we've been trapped. This is an ambush.

As soon as this intuition emerged, Murphy felt her lungs filled with an indescribable cold air.

The so-called truth was mostly bad things, and he had fully understood that. He had been told this many times when he traveled in the past.

But the truth was so profound, and the long-lost sense of shock made Murphy feel as if his chest had been hit by a sledgehammer.