I did everything possible. I swung my pollaxe, slashed with my sword, and threw any dropped weapons back at them. Dozens of them managed to get past me, but were killed by the two men behind me.

When about 150 of them are turned into corpses, an arrow suddenly pierces my shoulder. It seems someone is aiming at me with a bow  from outside the gate. A sharp pain runs through my body but I can still fight.

"Your majesty!"

I pull out the bolt protruding from my wound, and crush the face of the soldier who comes running at me thinking that it is an opening and once again, bolts come flying one after the other soon after. But I won’t be eating those so easily the second time. I grab my cloak and bring it in front of my body. Although it’s a cloth that might not be able to block arrows from a bow, this is a special one which prevents projectiles, like arrows, from piercing through.

While my attention is distracted, several men barge in but the two men fight them.

I retreat slightly behind those two. 

I assess the hole in my body. It’s deep, blood is flowing out but it’s not an vital organ. It’s not like the blood is squirting out either so I’ll be able to hold on for a while.

Because I seem to have become quiet, the enemies think it is an opportunity to rush in and I wield my axe and sword to meet the oncoming wave.

Spreading open my cloak I brandish my axe. There is a sound of something bursting and four sounds of a person falling over the pile of corpses, then something broke off and there are three sounds of something dropping.

There is one short? When I check, I see that there is some fat from a humans body remaining on the spear, thereby causing my axe to lose some of its sharpness, causing the last person’s head to be cut only halfway through. It’s too gross so I use my hand to tear it off.

"I’m still not dead yet you know? What are you guys going to do about it?"

I laugh while brandishing the head I twist off in one hand.

"Archers. Move forward and kill that monster!"

What cowards. I throw the head, and once again use my cloak to stop the arrows.

My two allies are struggling with each of them is holding off at least three men.

It’s a hellish scene where sweat and death are dancing. But being in the middle of it doesn’t feel too bad.

A spear stabs my leg. In return, I use my sword to pierce his head.

Someone thrusts the sword into the gap of my crushed armor. In return I split his body in two.

My injury is a lot worse than Brian Haddock and Riheet Tirvac as I barely have martial art skills. 

The two of them skillfully dodge and parry attacks but I only avoid attacks using borrowed Lyla's natural reflex.

My wounds increase one by one, but the heart calms in proportion to the amount of blood flowing out. I calmly check my body. I already have wounds all over but I still have yet to get a fatal wound. I can still fight.

A certain soldier comes forth and names himself as some knight, but I can’t hear anything. I swing my axe at him, but after going through many fights and clashes throughout the day, it has finally reached its durability limit and my bardiche breaks. Being a novice in war, I slightly panic.

The knight seems to be elated with his success but I don’t know why they feel like they won. He is hurting my ears so, putting together my resentment for my Bardiche, I thrust my broken axe into his neck and he becomes quiet. Forcing the broken metal pieces into him definitely looks like it hurts.

I put force into my leg and pull the broad sword out and hold it over my head in an overhead position. The enemies close in on me as I cut them down consecutively, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…all the way to about 50. I am out of breath and my vision is going dark. I may have lost too much blood.

I can’t die yet. I haven’t fulfilled my promise with Lupine and dark elves, there are women in the castle and Torun that adore me and will let me do as I wish. It will be a waste if I die here.

"Wh-what are you doing?! 1,000 warriora are being pinned down by three men!"

Someone who likes a superior of the enemies barks.

"But my lord! They had already cut down 600 people…"

"You should go! Go forward and cut him! The reward will be whatever you want."

"No way! I can’t possibly do it!"

Was it only 600 people? Just 400 left and it feels so far away.

The pathetic knight that his superior told to charge in is split in half.

"Was that…601?"

When I laugh, the enemy knights and their followers slightly fell back.

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Red Army Campsite   Army Commander Main Troops.

"Let go, let go, let go, let go!!!!!!"

The emotionally unstable girl is being held down by Zucca and a Brian Haddocks's adjutant. If they let their hands go, then she would quickly head towards the town.

Those guys in the vanguard defensive division go under the command of the main troops. If they are left on the battlefield, they would still have an important role to fulfill but this Amber, is special that he is allowed to roam free. Even though she’s a little young, everyone assume she is one the King's lover. Her temper tantrum is in quite a terrible state.

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