The Extra Wants To Live

"Form a line! Run with confidence in your comrades standing shoulder to shoulder!"

"Control your speed! Never let your formation break!"

The loud shouts of Carl on the right and Baduan on the left were clearly heard by everyone.

They were positioned so that they were not completely off to one side, ensuring their voices could reach the center, where the greatest force had to be exerted.

"Control your speed!"

Thud! Thud!

Carl followed the soldiers who had started running, moving at a much faster pace than them, and looked for any disruption in the ranks.

He personally patted the soldiers on the back, pushed them, and pulled them to maintain the line.

Because of the thick sand and dust, not only the soldiers but also the knights could not tell where they were or what they were doing. It was terribly difficult to keep in line, especially since they had trained together only once.

"We have to increase our speed! Run! Run!"

"Hook! Hook! Hook!"

While Carl was running to the edge of the right wing to control the speed, Baduan headed to the center, hurling harsh commands at the knights in the lead.

At Baduan's words, the knights controlled their breathing and increased their speed. They were obviously running faster than the others, and of course, they were sticking out in front in a frightening way.

The ranks seemed to have collapsed.

"All right! Speed up! Slow down! Slow down! Slow down! Stop! Keep your speed up! Stay in formation! Stay in formation! Stay in formation!"

Baduan adjusted the pace of the lead, then ran to the left wing he was in charge of and patted the backs of the infantry in the front line.

The old infantry captain, Baduan, never tired of running and shouting without stopping. Thanks to his great passion, his soldiers were able to follow his orders and form a perfect formation.

Even on a battlefield where one could not see ahead, Baduan could clearly feel the shape of the formation as if looking down from the sky just by running while patting the backs of the linemen.

With this, the left wing that Baduan was in charge of was free of problems.

Now, the question was whether Carl, who had also only participated in one training session, could lead the right-wing soldiers well. That was all.

Wheee…

Soon after, the wind created by the wizard disappeared, its influence fading, and the wind in the narrow battlefield almost stopped.

As the wind blowing from the south died down, Baduan opened his eyes from behind the formation and looked forward.

".....HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

When the sand and dust covering Hardion's formation cleared, Baduan, who had been watching the right wing with a hardened face, burst into hearty laughter that seemed to shake the skies.

The right wing, led by Carl, maintained a perfect formation, mirroring the left wing led by Baduan.

"Get in the shield!"

"Understood!"

Damn it!

Carl's shout hit the battlefield before Baduan could give the order.

A thunderous voice echoed through the narrow battlefield, reaching all of Hardion's front-line infantry.

It was like magic.

Perhaps it was a miracle.

How could one man's voice be louder and clearer than the thundering trumpets and drums?

"Remember!"

Ta-da! Ta-da!

Wedge!

Before a wisp of sand could even pass, the Tumari rebels opened fire.

A staggering 5,000 archers launched a surprise attack.

Because the attack was carried out in a situation where visibility was not secured, the range could not be closely checked.

However, the volley of arrows, equal in number to the Hardion infantry deployed on the battlefield, was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

Thud thud!

"Kwaa!"

"Don't stop running! If you stop, your comrades who trusted you will be killed without being able to fight!"

The battle lines, which had already been carrying large square shields on Carl's orders, suffered no major damage.

To begin with, even in this hot weather, they were all heavily armed with full plate armor. Even if an arrow struck their body, it would merely slip away.

Of course, there were soldiers who were unlucky enough to be hit by arrows through gaps in their armor.

Still, they did not stop.

In tactical command, Carl was somewhat inferior to the experienced infantry captain Baduan.

However, even Baduan could not match Carl's ability to ignite an unquenchable flame in the soldiers' hearts and create a wind that carried them forward.

Carl's diabolical charisma and unwavering faith, created by his selfless devotion, allowed a soldier who had lost an eye to an arrow to run in perfect formation while pulling out the stray arrow with his own hands.

A faith bordering on madness and a fighting spirit that made even death retreat!

A visible, intense momentum, like the army of God, was something even elite soldiers could not easily overlook.

Although Carl was no longer in front of them as he always was, he was still leading them all powerfully from behind.

Not pushing, but leading.

Everyone could feel it.

The incredible, perfect formation and incredible speed of the charge were nothing short of a natural disaster for the Tumari rebels.

The 5,000 archers, who should have been able to fire at least three shots, were terrified by the wall of Hardion's heavy infantry that suddenly appeared before them through the sand and dust after firing a single volley.

"Eww!"

"Withdraw the archers and send out the infantry!"

Chandar gave a hasty order.

Following the order, the archers fell back frantically, and the infantry rushed forward to fill the gap.

The cavalry had already charged long ago, so it was now up to the cavalry commander's discretion.

"...What…!"

Chandar, who was frowning and looking at the battlefield with his barely recovered vision, was startled.

The cavalry appeared to be fighting on both sides without any problems.

In the west, a fierce battle of wits was taking place, and the light cavalry moving along the eastern slope were also advancing steadily as if targeting Hardion's rear.

But something unexpected happened in the central infantry formation, which was thought to be the least variable.

In the midst of a fierce sandstorm where they could not see even an inch ahead, Carl and Baduan had used all their strength to hold the infantry line.

If they were merely running in a straight line, there would have been no need for such effort.

Hardion's battle line against the Tumarian rebels was a crescent formation, with the center jutting out forward and tilting gently to the left and right.

It was also perfectly symmetrical, as if reflected in a mirror, and even a left-handed man was placed on the right wing, making it difficult for the rebels to exploit.

Soon, the infantry of both sides clashed violently.

"Hang in there!"

"Whoa!"

Thud!

The orders from Carl and Baduan were given simultaneously, and Hardion's line of soldiers, which had been running vigorously, suddenly stopped.

Raising their shields and aiming their spears, they maintained the crescent formation and glared at the oncoming enemy.

'I got hit!'

Chandar was astonished.

But now, they could not afford to abandon their infantry.

If they withdrew the infantry, Hardion's soldiers would advance and pressure the flanks of the cavalry.

Moreover, trying to convey orders to infantry just before a collision would not elicit an immediate response.

"Wow!"

Kwaaaaang!

And soon, the infantry of both sides clashed.

With a huge impact sound, the full-scale battle began. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire