The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

147 – Downfall (11)

At the same time as ordering a diversionary maneuver, Kiberes contacted each village and airlifted oil barrels. The cart was loaded with oil barrels so large that they could be lifted, and they followed the soldiers to the land of the demons.

In this way, a situation was created in which a unit holding an oil barrel looked down at Stauffen’s unit below, preoccupying the high ground. Stauffen, unaware of this fact, just clicked his tongue as he watched the Caiberes troops pile up in front of him.

There is nowhere to run.

You can’t even resist Because there’s no way Kayberes will let him live. There was no reason to trust him in the human kingdom, and there was no reason to praise his ability. There were few things that could be done.

At best, it’s just an outburst.

“They say a cornered mouse bites a cat.”

Stauffen muttered as he put on his helmet. The desperate news of his strange mood and the retreat of all lines had already spread throughout the unit. The fighting spirit of the soldiers had cooled, but they were trapped in a situation where the desire to live was wriggling.

It was a natural fortress because it had a shallow river in front of it that offset the enemy’s mobility and had allies on its back.

But now with his back to the enemy, there was a river in front blocking his escape. Caybereth’s army put up solid shields and lined up archers across the river. It was as if they were expecting the Stauffen to flee from the enemies coming down from above.

Stauffen gnashed his teeth.

Isn’t that arrangement too blatant?

I will not engage in an all-out war. It showed a willingness to slaughter those who came across like dogs.

Even in despair, Stauffen gnashed his teeth at the provocative arrangement.

“You look at me funny until the end. With troops coming down from above, did you think we’d run away? If they push with their cavalry, we’ll just have to raise our spears and respond. I won’t make you regret choosing support rather than pincers.”

Stauffen flapped his cloak and ordered his men.

“All troops! Prepare for an ambush coming down from above! The slope is steep, so set up a spear on the fence and put a shield on it! Repel their attacks! We rise up! You have to surprise them in an insignificant way! Show us you can’t beat us!”

Depending on the commander’s voice, the soldiers cheer up or become more lethargic. His confident voice and bold gestures gave the soldiers confidence. The belief that his plan will succeed this time, the hope that he will be able to live this time.

And the wish that they would do stupid things.

Positive phrases decorated the surroundings of the soldiers, and the army was energized. The soldiers followed Stauffen’s orders to forge spears, pull up fences, and erect spears to prevent them from entering. Even if cavalry or infantry charged, they would not be able to approach easily if they were blocked like this.

“There aren’t that many troops they can move through that narrow detour. The large army is rather inefficient in the alley. We tightly block the rear, and when they attack, we push them with spears and advance.”

Stauffen braced himself that he could do it. Because he betrayed his hometown and lived well until now.

Because he always had a way to live.

It was easy to block their rear forces and escape.

“uh?”

The soldier who was laying the fence looked at the hill. I saw black silhouettes of people, and they were holding a barrel of something solid. The round barrel had a heavy feeling, and about five people were looking down at them with their shoulders relaxed.

They stretched out their hands as if to measure the distance, and after repeating the gesture a few times like a ritual prayer, they nodded in agreement and assumed the same posture at the same time.

And the black barrel popped out and flew into the sky.

The barrel, which drew a parabolic curve on a steep hill, narrowly did not touch the ground, and jumped over the fence toward the barracks.

A soldier with good eyes could clearly see that the wick was on fire. A soldier with a good nose could feel the disgusting smell of oil wafting through the barracks the moment the barrel entered the barracks.

“Huh?”

The moment someone opened his mouth, wondering what to do when he saw the barrel flying in front of me, the old barrel hit the soldier’s face, broke it, and flames soared.

bang!

Surprised by the heavy drinking, Stauffen raised his head.

“aaagh!”

A soldier caught on fire rolled on the floor. However, the oil fire, far from being extinguished even when he rolled his body, only burned more brutally, giving off a disgusting smell. A soldier went into a riot and embraced the tent, spreading the fire, and another soldier who tried to tear him apart was hit by an oil can and set on fire.

“aaagh!”

Stauffen saw that and lost the strength to resist. He sat back down in his chair and just shook his head. Those black, small objects falling from the sky showed that they had no intention of fighting a proper battle in the first place.

“All ready to attack. Shoot and kill anyone who comes out of the camp. No one should come out alive.”

One entry and one exit.

A small camp trapped in a narrow street corner.

If you think about it, it was.

What was the reason to drive the cavalry here? The kingdom lacks soldiers, and cannot afford to impose sacrifices on these things. There is an easier way, so why not use it.

“Yes, Commander. uh, what do you do?”

The adjutant was on his knees trembling. He was weeping, trembling and begging Stauffen. Stauffen paid little attention to his whining either.

“aaagh!”

“aaagh!”

The camp was on fire. Beyond the fence he had built, the oil bottles that flew in without hesitation were exploding all over the place like bombs. The smoke circled around the camp and soared upward, and the soldiers who could not stand the black smoke began to run outside.

“Open fire!”

Arrows flew along with Kebereth’s ruthless cry. The range was quite long, so the arrow crossed the river and penetrated into the camp. Stauffen stared blankly at the arrow that had reached his feet.

“Sah, I want to live… ! Please save me… !”

Stauffen looked at the adjutant who grabbed his pants. At one time he had an aide who would give his life for him, not such a pathetic lieutenant. Maybe it was a mistake to make him the scapegoat.

Or maybe it was my fault that I made too many enemies before that, saying I would go up.

It may have been a mistake to betray for the sake of this futile ending.

bang!

pop!

“Shu, Mr. Stauffen… ! Please, please give me some command… ! Uh, how can I live? Yes!”

The adjutant was crying. He clung to Stauffen’s trousers as if they were ripping them off, his face smeared with tears and snot. Panic soldiers were running everywhere along with the smoke, and the burned soldiers were indistinguishable from the ashes.

After inhaling the black smoke, the soldiers stumbled and collapsed with their throats burned. Soldiers continued to die from periodically flying arrows.

“Commander! My, please save me! Sah, I want to live!”

The adjutant begged, holding close to Stauffen. But Stauffen had no way out of this situation. His ability to command is already dead. With panicked soldiers and burning camps, there is no way to win.

That was all he could say to his adjutant.

“…Die like a demon soldier.”

“Lord, I don’t want to die! I hate it! I hate to die!”

“What are you going to do when you come? everything was on fire That Cabares won’t let the demons live. He will kill us all for the sake of his position.”

Where Stauffen beckoned, there was only black smoke. The soldiers who had already lost control were dying while trying to find their own way to escape or cross the river. The adjutant frowned and shook his head.

“Everyone, I shouldn’t have been under a commander like you… … .”

I wondered why this sound came out. The adjutant, who always seemed dissatisfied, seemed to be spitting out what he wanted to say. Stauffen shook his head.

“…It’s all destiny. It’s because you’re only that kind of bowl.”

Stauffen turned his head. However, the sound of a knife being drawn came from outside the line of sight. Even in the midst of the explosion and screaming, that sound that can be heard very close. Stauffen turned his head again.

The lieutenant was staring at him with his sword drawn.

He shouted with a weeping face as the tip of his sword trembled.

“If I kill you… ! If I cut your throat… !”

I thought Stauffen was very strange. Rather than feeling fear or betrayal, it was just a very strange feeling. I really liked that adjutant who behaved meanly even in this situation because he wanted to live, at this moment.

“die!”

“you… … .”

Before Stauffen could say anything, the adjutant charged. The chair fell over, and the knife dug into Staufen’s body one after another. Stauffen gasped for breath and groaned as his skin was torn and the pain dug deep into his intestines.

“Uh… ! ah… ! Aww… ! ah… ! ah… !”

Stauffen thought even in pain. His old burned home, all the things he had abandoned, and the many enemies he had made.

He didn’t know where it went wrong, but Stauffen realized that this was inevitable.

If you unravel the twisted thread, you will inevitably arrive at this place.

“Ke-Ke… … . hemp cloth… !”

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No voice came out.

He still couldn’t understand the difference between Kiberes and himself.

“me… … . me too… … !”

I can’t breathe because my lungs are stabbed. He couldn’t think of what he wanted to do in the lack of oxygen. When I inhaled the smoke and spit out the smell of blood, in the end I could only see the brutal chopping in front of my eyes.

The adjutant stabbed Staufen again and again with his eyes burning red, and grabbed his head with his bloodied hands struggling. The adjutant’s face was covered with an unknown expression, like a smile or a cry.

Staufen lost consciousness, thinking that those pupils were very similar to someone else’s.

The eyes that I saw in the mirror someday.

Because it was with the lieutenant.

*****

It was a time when the number of demons running away decreased and the archers were feeling fatigued, while smoke thicker than smoke from a beacon was encroaching on the ground.

Cayberes, who was watching the battle from afar, could see someone screaming desperately.

“Hang Bo Oh! surrender! Hang Boo Ok!”

A demon soldier whose whole body was covered in blood was holding someone’s head and screaming in a pitiful voice.

Tears flowed down her face, and her face was contorted like a coward.

The demon soldier’s armor seemed to be quite strong and good.

Cabares recognized the wooden mantle in his hand and clicked his tongue.

Archer asked her.

“How do I do this?”

“Kill it. It’s obvious what you’ll hear if I save the demons and go back.”

Arrows rained down on the head of the running adjutant along with Kaybereth’s cold order.

Stauffen’s head, which had rolled onto the floor, turned into a hedgehog and was staring at the lieutenant who had fallen in vain.

Deeply submerged in the red river, I settled down with only my eyes wide open.