The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 193

Chapter 193 – Go Ahead and Wait (1)

Everyone fell silent.

The Fenris soldiers crossing the fortress wall, the knights already exhausted from the battle, and even the enemies who had been charging forward with shouts—all of them froze in place.

No one could properly witness what Ghislain had done due to the dazzling burst of light that erupted in an instant.

Rumble.

When they closed their eyes for just a mont and reopened them, the fortress gate had already collapsed.

The knights standing beside Ghislain, watching the scene in a daze, finally muttered in disbelief.

“The-the gate…”

“How could soone do that with a sword…?”

“Our lord possesses such power…?”

Even the knights of Fenris, who had fought alongside Ghislain until now, could only stare blankly at the ruined gate.

But it wasn’t just the allies who were dumbfounded. Count Cabaldi’s soldiers, too, stood there with confused expressions, staring at the destruction of their fortress gate.

“Our gate… It’s destroyed.”

“Did one person really do this?”

“Who on earth is that man…?”

It was said that Count Balzac, the Kingdom’s greatest sword, could shatter a fortress gate single-handedly.

But that was rely a rumor—sothing that felt like a tale from another world, far removed from their reality.

Yet now, soone who had achieved such an incredible feat stood before them.

And as an enemy, no less.

“This… We can’t win.”

“We’re all going to die.”

Despair gradually etched itself onto the faces of Cabaldi’s soldiers. Already weakened by hunger and surrounded on all sides, their morale had plumted to rock bottom.

In such dire straits, they had pinned their last hopes on the Fenris army digging underground tunnels. They believed that if they could just hold out through the night, they could claim victory.

But that hope had now been utterly crushed.

It was no wonder their fighting spirit collapsed.

The battlefield, once filled with urgency, grew eerily quiet. The event was so shocking that everyone montarily forgot they were in the midst of a war, leaving no one able to speak.

Ghislain, the one who had wrought this miracle, stood gazing at the wreckage of the ruined gate for a mont.

“Phew…”

He let out a deep breath and sank to the ground where he stood.

“Ugh, using that after so long… It’s killing .”

It was clear that, unlike in his past life, he still couldn’t wield his power freely.

The mana consumption was extre, requiring a long preparation just to manage a single use.

If he had regained the mastery of his past life, there wouldn’t have been any dramatic light display, nor would he have collapsed after just one use.

“My lord!”

“Are you all right?”

The knights nearby rushed over to him. Ghislain waved his hand dismissively as he looked at them.

“I’m fine, so don’t worry about . What are you all doing, zoning out during battle? The enemy is right in front of you—right in front! Tsk, tsk. You’re all severely lacking in training.”

The Fenris knights snapped back to their senses at those words and imdiately resud their battle stances.

But the enemies weren’t idle either. Count Cabaldi, ever quick-witted, pointed at Ghislain and shouted loudly.

“No matter how strong he is, he’s already spent! Look at him—he can’t even move now! He’s clearly out of strength! Attack him now! Block the gate with your bodies if you must!”

The Count’s declaration gripped his knights and soldiers with renewed determination. This was their last chance to defeat the enemy.

With frenzied shouts, they charged forward.

“Uwaaaahhh!”

The soldiers of Cabaldi were driven by a singular emotion—fear.

The man sitting in front of the gate was vulnerable now. It was the only opportunity to kill him.

It was also their only chance to block the gate before the enemy reinforcents flooded in.

If they failed—

They would all be slaughtered.

That fear fueled their desperate last stand.

“Lord! You must retreat!”

“We will hold them off!”

“Everyone, rally here at once!”

Despite their exhaustion, the knights of Fenris gritted their teeth and gathered protectively around Ghislain.

Gillian and Kaor, having crossed the wall with Fenris soldiers, began forming defensive lines.

Watching them all, Ghislain chuckled lightly, a relaxed smile on his face.

“Enough. Stop blocking the way and step aside.”

“Pardon?”

The knights responded in confused tones, uncertain of what Ghislain ant.

Suddenly—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ground trembled as a loud voice bood from outside the fortress.

“Clear the waaaaay!”

Startled, the knights quickly parted.

As they stepped aside, a man burst into the fortress atop a horse.

Flash!

“My Lord! I’ve arrived! Are you unhard?”

The man was none other than Lucas, ever eager to make a grand entrance. He dismounted with exaggerated concern for Ghislain.

Ghislain smiled as he replied, “I’m fine. Now, take care of them imdiately.”

“Understood!”

Without hesitation, Lucas raised his spear high and charged into the enemy lines. He’d been itching for a chance to show off his skills.

“My Lord! I’ve arrived too!”

The next to appear was none other than Gordon—the muscle-bound warrior whose prior accidents were better left unntioned.

Like Lucas, he held his spear aloft and charged boldly at the enemy.

The two had been placed at the forefront because, despite their quirks, their skills and experience were solid enough to lead the charge effectively.

Behind them, the rest of the Fenris knights who had been waiting outside the fortress began pouring in.

As they rushed past Ghislain, they each offered a word.

“My Lord! You’ve done well!”

“Leave the rest to us now!”

“We had faith in you!”

Soone wore an expression brimming with pride, another wore one of astonishnt, and yet another seed deeply moved.

What they all shared in common was a steadfast resolve—to beco the strength of their lord.

“Let’s sweep them away!”

With soone’s cry, the spears of the Fenris Knights began to glow with a brilliant blue light.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

The thunderous sound of hooves shook the ground as the knights charged forward with overwhelming montum. Watching this, the Cabaldi forces gritted their teeth.

Having been advancing toward the castle gates, they hadn’t had ti to form proper ranks to counter the cavalry.

Clinging to a thread of hope in their heavy armor, they t the Fenris Knights head-on.

But hope was just that—hope.

Kwaaaaang!

“Uaaaaagh!”

The knights’ glowing blue spears pierced through the enemy’s armor effortlessly.

With a single collision, the front lines of the Cabaldi forces collapsed in an instant. Yet the Fenris Knights did not stop, continuing forward as though grinding their enemies into dust.

No matter how heavily armored their troops were, it was impossible to halt the onslaught of charging knights without proper formations in place.

Count Cabaldi could only stand dumbfounded, watching his army being swept away like fallen leaves in an autumn wind.

“T-this can’t be… Knights—there are that many knights?!”

Just as Jaimon had been, he too was unable to believe the situation unfolding before him.

They couldn’t win. With that many knights, it was a force impossible to confront head-on.

And that wasn’t the end of it.

“Waaaaaah!”

On both sides of the castle walls, Fenris soldiers in organized formations began to pour down.

Inside the gates, soldiers who had already flooded through began spreading out, surrounding their enemies on all sides.

“Uaaaaagh! Spare !”

The screams of the Cabaldi forces echoed in every direction.

This was no battle—it was a slaughter, a perfect massacre.

Count Cabaldi’s gaze fell upon the soldiers he had so proudly hailed as the pride of the North, now falling like chaff before a scythe.

The surreal scene felt like a dream, his sense of reality slipping away. Ti seed to slow to a crawl.

At that mont, soone shouted urgently, snapping him back to his senses.

“My lord! You must flee! You must flee now!”

It was Leslie, the commander of the Cabaldi knights.

Finally regaining his composure, Count Cabaldi ground his teeth in frustration.

“The Royal Faction must have provided them with knights. We’ve been outplayed!”

It was inconceivable for the Fenris Territory to possess so many knights and soldiers. To Count Cabaldi, it seed clear that the Royal Faction had used this turbulent period to strike at the Ducal Faction first.

Leslie grabbed Count Cabaldi’s arm urgently.

“That doesn’t matter right now! You must flee, my lord! The enemy is surrounding this place!”

“Let go of ! You’re telling to flee from a re brat like him?!”

Count Cabaldi roughly shook off Leslie’s hand.

To be defeated by a brat like Baron Fenris was a blow to his pride he could not tolerate.

“What are you all doing?! Form ranks! Form ranks and fight back!”

Count Cabaldi shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes bloodshot.

But the battle was already decided.

The initial charge of the Fenris knights had wiped out half of the Cabaldi forces in an instant. Fenris soldiers, now closing in to complete their encirclent, were steadily crushing the remaining resistance.

The surviving Cabaldi soldiers huddled behind their shields, barely holding on.

As the encirclent solidified, Fenris knights shouted in unison from various positions.

“Throw down your weapons and lie on the ground, and your lives will be spared! Resist, and you will not escape death!”

Their proclamation marked the end of the battle.

Thud.

One of the Cabaldi soldiers dropped his weapon and fell to the ground.

That single act beca the signal. The crumbling Cabaldi forces, barely holding their ground, began to break apart rapidly.

Clang, clang.

The sound of weapons clattering to the ground echoed from all directions.

Though roughly half of the soldiers still held their weapons, their fighting spirit was utterly spent. Witnessing the overwhelming power of the Fenris army had stripped them of the will to continue.

It was all exactly as Ghislain had planned.

He had instructed Lucas and Gordon to push aggressively during the initial charge but then deliberately slow their advance afterward.

There was no need to kill all the enemy soldiers. They would soon be forcibly conscripted into the Fenris army.

The battlefield fell eerily silent, so quiet it was suffocating.

Aside from the occasional groans of the wounded, no other sound could be heard.

Even the usually boisterous Fenris knights, who were never at a loss for words, remained silent.

They knew their master had work yet to do.

“Stand up! Get up and fight! If you don’t rise now, I’ll have you all killed!”

Count Cabaldi’s voice shattered the silence, echoing across the battlefield.

Only Leslie, the knight commander, and about a dozen escort knights remained by his side. But Count Cabaldi still refused to acknowledge his defeat.

His pride, his stubbornness, and his sheer tenacity would not allow him to accept that he had been bested by a re boy like Ghislain.

Step, step.

The sound of approaching footsteps resounded. The Fenris knights and soldiers parted to either side, forming a path as if to pay their respects.

Count Cabaldi stared at the figure who exuded a heavy, commanding presence as he approached.

“You are…?”

It was the man who had shattered the castle gate. The one who had demonstrated awe-inspiring strength.

Even he seed to have been taxed by the feat. His face was pale, and his slow, deliberate steps betrayed clear exhaustion.

Count Cabaldi quickly deduced the man’s identity from the commanding aura he exuded and the reactions of those around him.

“Could it be… are you Baron Fenris?”

“Yes, I am Baron Fenris,” Ghislain replied calmly.

“How… how could soone like you possess such power…?”

Count Cabaldi’s sentence was left unfinished. Leslie, who stood by his side, suddenly turned his horse to flee.

A knight commander of a territory abandoning his lord to escape!

Everyone present, whether from the Fenris or Cabaldi forces, wore expressions of disbelief. Count Cabaldi’s face burned with humiliation.

The Fenris soldiers encircling them raised their weapons to stop Leslie’s escape.

“Out of my way!”

Leslie, his face a mask of desperation, drew his sword. His intention was clear—he ant to break through the encirclent and flee.

After all, he was still the knight commander of a count’s domain. His skills would not be trivial.

As the soldiers braced themselves for a possible confrontation, an axe suddenly flew from behind Leslie.

Thud!

“Argh!”

Caught off guard in his panic, Leslie failed to dodge, and the axe buried itself in his back. He toppled from his horse.

Cough!

Even as he coughed up blood, Leslie struggled to rise.

Using his sword as a crutch, he barely stood, only to find Gillian already in front of him, standing expressionless.

Leslie stretched out a trembling hand. “W-wait… I surrender…”

Slash!

Before he could finish, Gillian’s sword severed Leslie’s neck.

The knight commander’s headless body swayed briefly before crumpling to the ground.

Gillian casually flicked the blood off his blade and cast a haughty gaze over the remaining Cabaldi knights.

“Kneel before my lord at once.”

At Gillian’s command, the Cabaldi knights scoffed.

They were not like the soldiers. They were n who had lived their lives with pride and honor as knights.

Their knight commander had already disgraced himself by fleeing and dying in such a shaful manner. For them to kneel now would irreparably stain the honor of Cabaldi.

One knight drew his sword and declared firmly,

“We will fight to the end for our lord and our land.”

Taking that as a signal, all the Cabaldi knights charged at Gillian.

At the sa ti, Kaor and the Fenris knights standing beside Ghislain leapt into the fray.

Clang!

In an instant, dozens of figures beca entangled in fierce combat.

Count Cabaldi watched as his knights fell one by one, biting his lip until it bled. The grim realization that this was truly the end sank in. All the prestige and status he had built over the years were crumbling before his eyes.

“My lord… you must flee…”

The knight who had been coughing up blood from a gaping wound in his chest couldn’t finish his sentence.

Kaor’s blade had already severed his neck.

When the last of his knights fell, Count Cabaldi closed his eyes in resignation.

Ghislain’s calm voice followed.

“Pull him down.”

Several knights approached and forcibly dragged Count Cabaldi off his horse, pressing him to his knees.

“Let go! You insolent wretches! Do you even know who I am?!”

Count Cabaldi thrashed and shouted, but he couldn’t escape the iron grip of the knights.

Eventually, he stopped struggling, his strength drained, and lowered his head. The humiliation burning within him was unbearable.

At so point, Ghislain stepped close, speaking in a cold tone.

“It’s been a long ti, Count Cabaldi.”

Without raising his head, Count Cabaldi let out a faint laugh.

“Heh, you whelp. When have you ever seen that you can say it has been a long ti? Do you even know who I am?”

“Oh, I know you. Very well.”

Ghislain’s mind drifted back to his past life. As soon as the Duke’s faction set its sights on Ferdium, Count Cabaldi had cut off the iron ore shipnts flowing into Ferdium.

Because of that, Ferdium couldn’t procure new weapons or even maintain their current arsenal properly.

But that wasn’t all. Count Cabaldi had gone further, sending troops to ensure Ferdium’s complete destruction.

How could he not rember such a man? How could he possibly forget?

In his previous life, Ghislain had sought him out personally and split his head open. Even so, the dark flas that burned in his heart did not extinguish.

No matter how much he destroyed, those flas only grew larger, consuming his soul endlessly.

Now, the ti had co to extinguish one of those flas.

Ghislain bent down slowly, grabbing Count Cabaldi’s hair and forcing him to lift his head.

“Ugh, you… You dare, you lowly—!”

As he looked into the furious face of Count Cabaldi, Ghislain smirked savagely.

“That’s my line. How dare soone like you.”