Academy Genius Commander

33 – Peter Yeager, Soar (3)

The sound of drums announcing the end of the mock battle rang first, and then drums sounded to signal for our battalion and the opposing battalion to regroup and return to their original positions.

The officer serving as the referee held up a flag symbolizing the Jaeger Battalion, waved it, and shouted.

“Jaeger battalion victory!”

It was a very simple and clear statement, but nothing better describes the outcome of this battle.

In our battalion, only a few soldiers suffered bruises to the level of bruises on arms and legs from arrows or polearms.

In the Pommel Battalion, a considerable number of soldiers, including the battalion commander, were beaten with sticks and spears until their bodies were covered with bruises, so some soldiers still lay stretched out on the ground and groaned because they did not have the strength to stand up on their own. to be.

No one can dispute that we won.

The last time I won the Rhineland cadet platoon leader selection mock battle from Yohan, who was teasing me as a senior, ‘How can an orphan beat an aristocrat?’ If the response was the majority.

Was it thanks to his heroic achievements on the Rhineland front and becoming a promising young man favored by the crown prince?

From the seat behind me, I heard words of pure admiration accompanied by applause.

“Is that the command of the man called the guardian of the Rhineland Front?”

“Now I understand why His Highness the Crown Prince took it. To beat a battalion commander who served the Empire for at least 15 more years than he did so easily.”

“If you’re a commander like that, it wouldn’t be a waste to give Geum Ok-yeop my daughter! The young man is so wonderful. Isn’t that right, Lieutenant Colonel Lichte?”

Before I took the test to become a student platoon leader, or before I proved my worth as a commander on the Rhineland front, the encouragement and praise of the nobles, which I could never imagine hearing, made my heart pound.

On the other hand, the officers of the Pommel Battalion trudged back to their ranks with faces as if they had lost their country, probably thinking that their careers and promotions as officers had ended because of their defeat.

Usually, in comics or novels in this situation, ‘You fought well.’ After consoling and encouraging each other, there are scenes of reconciliation by shaking hands or hugging each other.

Since I am not a righteous and merciful human being like the main characters in cartoons or novels, I decided to turn my insides upside down by giving compliments to the defeated opponent, which I always do after a mock battle between nobles.

Having made that decision, I took off my helmet and left it with the soldier next to me according to the etiquette.

“I learned a lot from this Mock Battle. Colonel, thank you very much.”

Usually, in this case, these words are often empty words to be considerate of the other person, but I sincerely think so.

Because the tactic used by Lieutenant Colonel Pommel is common in Czechia and other countries as well.

Through the experience of defeating the Pommel Battalion, I was confident that the tactics I proposed would work well in battles with other countries.

Except for the noncommissioned officers, who were mainly soldiers who fought with me on the Rhineland front, they were all new recruits, and they were able to build experience and confidence by holding mock battles similar to real battles.

Who wouldn’t like a hogu given generously like this?

But the generous lieutenant colonel in front of me said, gnashing his teeth in a voice full of hatred, as if he really hated me.

“I never thought that I would make such a boring weapon called Pyeongon to win a mock battle. I was very well prepared. This is why I had no choice but to lose. Still, it wasn’t against the rules of mock battles, and the commander never made excuses under any circumstances. Let’s admit defeat.”

It’s really childish how much you want to cut me down, how you can say such a novelty thing with a weapon called Pyeongon.

Moreover, even in the middle of it, pretending to admit defeat coolly in order to take care of the minimum dignity is disgusting, to the point of laughing.

Perhaps, since his life as a soldier was over, he said bullsh*t because he wanted to get angry with me, the cause of the cause.

While playing the game AOA in Korea, I lived listening to the saying that nonsensical swearing from opponents is the best praise, and to me, who has tempered my personality by defeating politics in my friend’s game, life is nothing more than nonsense that I can’t even fit my teeth into a pumpkin. .

“Since we are dealing with someone with a lot of experience and a high reputation like the colonel, we had no choice but to prepare a mock battle meticulously enough to devise and make a new weapon, even though it might sound a bit cowardly. So don’t be too angry.”

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Lieutenant Colonel Pommel said in a noble expression, ‘I’m dealing with an old scumbag like you, but I did my best to step on it, so don’t be too upset.’ When I said that, I blushed.

As we exchanged a few words, the officer who served as referee gave instructions to lead the battalion back.

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Lieutenant Colonel Pommel’s battalion showed an orderly appearance when they entered, but now they ambled back with weapons including spears as if they had no time to show off.

“Jaeger Battalion, all left! go ahead! walk according to command One, two, one, two.”

The battalion under my command set up an angle according to the ceremony and returned to the waiting area on foot.

At the same time as we returned in line, the onlookers in the stands stood up all at once, saying a word to each other, and began to leave the mock battle site.

In an instant, the place where the mock battle took place was empty, and I came back to my seat thinking that I, the commander, should give my own money to congratulate and encourage my battalion that had won the battle…

There, various kinds of delicacies I don’t remember asking for were set on a large table, and a woman was standing in front of them.

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Long silver hair, a slim yet solid body that is unlikely to be easily forgotten once seen, white and transparent skin, and deep, dark red eyes that look smart.

Yes.

When I came to the academy, I only saw her in front of the announcement for the selection of the Rhineland student platoon leader, but she was memorable because of her words, way of speaking, and appearance.

It was Laura von Venner, the daughter of Count Venner, the central figure of the prince’s faction to which I belonged, and a woman who plays an important role in this novel.

I never thought I’d see it again in this form…

However, she greeted me with that cool and beautiful voice that I had heard a glimpse of the other day, perhaps not knowing my embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Jaeger. This is Laura von Wenner, a student in the Engineering Department.”

“This is Captain Peter Yeager. What did you come for?”

“After my father, Earl Benner, watched the mock battle, he prepared a place where he could relax, even if it was a small thing, to comfort Lord Jaeger and his men for their hard work. In order to inform you of the news, I personally came to you because I had a question.”

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Looking at her eyes, I thought the story would be long, so I pointed to a seat at a nearby table and said.

“I’m hungry, but if you have time, would it be all right if we could have a meal together and talk?”

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Laura accepted my suggestion with a slightly relieved smile, probably thinking that I would ask her to come tomorrow because I was tired from the mock battle.

And I went to the highest place at the dinner party, looked towards the soldiers and officers, raised my glass and shouted.

“Thank you to Count Benner for arranging this event, and a toast to congratulations on the landslide victory of the Jaeger Battalion!”

Then, as if responding to him, the battalion members raised their glasses and shouted.

“Thank you, Count Benner!”

“For the future of Jaeger Battalion!”

Next, I went around each company and platoon to encourage the officers, and after about 30 minutes, I was able to return to where Laura was sitting.

Then she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes.

“As soon as the Pommel Battalion faced the Jaeger Battalion in a mock battle, their long spear shields were completely broken. The reason seems to be that they mobilized crossbowmen and fired many arrows at once just before contact. I don’t quite understand the principle, can you explain it in detail?”

Although there was a setting in the novel that she enjoys acquiring various military knowledge, it was quite embarrassing to actually experience it.

“It’s very simple. If foot soldiers with long spears are wounded or killed by arrows, soldiers are trained to fill the gaps quickly. However, no matter how quickly you fill a void, there is a moment when a hole is pierced at the very front of the square. That’s when the formation of the infantry is the weakest. If you attack with a crossbow that can fire arrows when you want it, you can create a gap for the spearmen to dig into squares just before a close fight.”

“…. is that so? Then why the hell did you use that weapon?”

“Pike spears are certainly easy to handle and intimidating, and when dozens of pikemen are gathered together, they have a defense as solid as a stone wall. However, when the enemy and the friendly collide, there will be a hole between the walls, and if you send a soldier with a uniform into the enemy army through that hole, the enemy formation will quickly turn into mayhem.”

Originally, in history, they gave a dagger and crawled under a long spear to hit the enemy’s ankles and calves, or used a two-handed greatsword to break the formation by walking or cutting the spear.

Since my soldiers lacked the proficiency to do so, I focused only on learning how to move as a group through formal training and formation, and I used a relatively simple weapon as a weapon.

However, no matter what weapon you use, if the result is that the enemy’s pot is broken, it’s good.

No, due to the nature of the sword, it could be better than a two-handed greatsword in that it can kill even a knight on horseback if used with a long spear.

So, Laura and I ate the food prepared by Count Benner and continued to talk about military affairs.

Mostly, she asked me about the story of the Rhineland Front, and asked me in detail why I made that choice.

I answered clearly at a level that Laura could directly understand and accept, and sometimes unexpected questions came up, so we had a wide-ranging conversation with tension and enjoyment.

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And that evening Laura von Wenner went to see her father with a serious expression, as if she had made up her mind.

“I have a favor to ask of you, Father.”