Chapter 413: 413 42nd Statement: "Attack and Defense outside the Ci...

Outside the walls of King's Landing. Neymar-Gloria, with the Garristo soldiers in tow, felt a pain in her throat, as if it had been ripped open.

There was no way he could speak normally. He couldn't even speak in a minimally disciplined, aristocratic manner. All she could do was scream. Her long, braided hair shook violently.

"Kick them to bits!　If there was ever a place to lay down one's life, the time is now!　The place is here!

The place is here!" He shouts to the soldiers around him, and he himself sets up his bow on his horse. The glove on his right hand was frayed and the string gouged into the flesh of his fingers. The string gouged into the flesh of his fingers. He must have been hit by a piece of iron or something. A trickle of blood spilled from his forehead where his hair had been pulled up, covering his vision.

But for what it's worth, Neymar draws his bow as hard as he can and fires. A sharp sound rang out. The sound of an extremely fast object flying through the air.

From a distance, Neymar saw it pierce the beastly face of the demon. At the same time, he was already drawing his second arrow. Then he let out a voice.

In front of him, the hexenbiest's soldiers were once again ready and poised to charge.

"......, all men stand ready. I will not allow you to close your eyes even for a second. Remember your brothers and sisters, your comrades in arms, your loved ones who were killed by them. Did any of them deserve to die?

His voice was already dying. But Neymar wasn't going to stop. He went to the front to support his troops against the hordes of monsters.

After all, he was the commander. He has the privilege of giving orders to his soldiers, eating good food, and lying in a comfortable bed.

That's why you can't just walk away.

Neymar. She has been given a male name that symbolizes bravery, and the only way she knows how to live is in the military, so she must live and die on the battlefield. With a shrill voice, she shoots an arrow.

The next moment, the monsters began their deadly rush. The smell of sand and smoke hit my nostrils. Without taking a step back, the soldiers held their spears as if to protect their commanders, their tips glittering in the sunlight.

Blood, blood, blood, blood.

It was hard to tell whether the blood was from humans or monsters. If there is a dividing line between the afterlife and the world of the living, it is right here.

Some rise to prominence here, others die with power. A place of great equality.

On the border between the two, Neymar gritted his teeth as he stared at the spear bedding. He thought hard.

In his mind, the pride of nobility and morality that had been more or less attached to him had disappeared.

There is only one thought. Why am I so inferior?

Captain Richard would have used his troops better to hunt down the hexenbiest. General Valerie Brightnes would crush it in a single breath with her superior strength.

I have neither. I can only move my men forward and engage their spears in an ordinary manner. What a mess!

It would have been nice if I could have at least found a way to spur my troops on like the great evil, but I can't hope for that either.

So what can you do?

Neymar looked at the threatening assault of the enemy demon soldiers and immediately opened both eyes and shouted.

I'm not going to be able to do it.

There was no civility anymore. There was no civility anymore. It was very much like a common commander.

In response to his words, the soldiers known as the "piercing soldiers" advanced from behind the main line with a pompous expression on their faces.

They sounded good, but in essence they were a kind of reserve. They numbered less than a hundred. They were to lead the army in retreat, and to raid as necessary. Because of this role, they were lightly armed and carried no shields. As such, they were lightly armed and had no shields. Because of this, deaths and replacements were frequent, and not many were willing to be chosen.

The only good thing about them is that they are well paid and given priority for liquor. If anything, they were more like mercenaries.

"Hey, hey. You wanted to see me, miss? If you're going to run off with your ass in the air, you might as well do it quickly.

The voice was dry. On the front lines of the battlefield, I could not sense any sense of urgency from the captain of the assault troops. He was said to have survived a crushed skull in the past, which may have caused him to lose his sense of reason.

If he were a normal Neymar, his language would have been a source of anger. But for now, he let go of all emotion.

"Captain. I order an assault! All troops to the right of the enemy's center, charge!

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In a voice devoid of emotion, Neymar told the storm troopers to lay down their lives. His eyes never looked at the soldiers, but looked ahead to the battlefield.

The captain replied.

Are you sure? Half of them will drop out.

I don't care. Die for the victory. I will take back King's Landing here.

Without a moment's pause, Neymar nodded and said. I could see it in his eyes.

The charge of the demon soldiers, as if they were always in control, always in unison. It was an undeniable threat. There was no room for disintegration, and they were simply overwhelmed by their individual abilities that surpassed those of humans. All Neymar could do was hold the line at best.

But the current assault was different. It was a little out of sync, a little frayed. Without any context, their control is beginning to slip.

Now we can tear them apart at the seams. We can win them over.

We've run out of diversions. We have to strike a blow here.

"......" huh. Then I guess we'll get our special reward!　Commander. I only want to earn my keep.

I'm only interested in earning money." The man says as he slings two war hammers over his shoulder to crush the skulls of demonic beasts. He no longer spoke respectfully to his commander.

Neymar still didn't give him a second glance and said that he would pay the price. The man nodded with a strong smile on his cheeks and a sniffle.

Then Neymar opened his mouth.

Don't be afraid of death. All your men will follow on your back.

At Neymar's command, the thrusters rushed forward. They are relatively lightly armed and are much faster than normal soldiers.

But because of this, death was always close at hand. Some of them were immediately hit by the claws of the monsters and blood spurted from their stomachs and heads.

Their feet were wet with blood and their cheeks were stained. But none of them stopped.

Not because it was their job or some such nonsense. It wasn't just because of the reward or the hatred of the monsters.

One of the most important questions for the raiders was whether the danger was worth it. Is it to save a comrade in arms or to gain profit? The better it is, the better it is.

But best of all, drive for victory.

Yeah, we've been fighting a retreat for a while now. We've lost many, many battles to hexenbiests. There were times when we had to abandon our villages to be attacked. At last, we were forced to abandon even the royal capital.

But this time, Neymar, the commander, said.

Be the foundation for our victory. The captain breathed in and laughed. He was a bloodthirsty man.

"You're a brutal, brutal hexenbiest!　You've killed so many of us in the land of men!

The war hammer was swung by centrifugal force. The skull of the dog-faced hexenbiest burst open with a wild thud.

Neymar clasps his teeth together as he watches the charging soldiers. Now, for the first time in his life, he felt color in his eyes.

The heraldic commanders were also beginning to push forward to meet us, albeit a little late. I could also see a few of the noblemen's private soldiers supporting them.

Apparently, the Monstrance also had some commanders with a good nose. It was a good thing, but at the same time, Neymar's eyes twisted in annoyance.

For Neymar, the heraldry's intentions were transparent. You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.

If this is accomplished, the people of the capital may support the heraldry in any way they can. It'll be very troublesome.

--But it's too late. But it's too late. We're the ones who will win all this.

Neymar roars again. A voice that can no longer be heard. But all the Garristo soldiers responded, charging in to envelop the hexenbiests.

The battle outside the castle gates was about to be decided.

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