Berserk: The Prophet

"........."

The two battles they had experienced today were enough to leave everyone physically and mentally exhausted, and another bloody battle awaited them ahead. Everyone's eyes were filled with despair and pain, their spirits could hardly bear another life and death, and their faces were heavy with sorrow.

"Soldiers!! I understand you are exhausted, but our comrades at the front are waiting for us to rescue them, and for them to reunite with their families!!" Cheko stepped out of his ranks and turned to encourage the militiamen from all over the country.

"Today, the Vanskelli people tried to burn and kill our families and children, to plunder our villages, and to violate our wives, but we have slaughtered them all without leaving a single one alive. We are true warriors!!"

"They are Barkley's heroes!! Everyone standing here has achieved their childhood dream!"

"Now, we must help our allies! We have nowhere to retreat! Because behind Relancel lies our village!! If we lose this battle, our families will cease to exist, our descendants will be wiped out, and our wives will face the fate of being trampled and slaughtered by the Vanskeri!!"

Cheko's eyes were bloodshot. This group of Vanskeris had been like an inescapable swarm of rats since their fathers' generation, taking their fathers' lives and humiliating their mothers. The vast majority of Barkley people harbored extreme hatred for the Vanskeris.

Because their childhood was always lived in the shadow of the Vanskerry people, this is a pain in the hearts of every civilian on the Barkley coast.

"Now, let's slaughter all the Vanskeris ahead!!!" Cheko roared like a furious lion, his spear pointing straight ahead.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The militia members were also spurred on, their spears striking their shields with a resounding thud, their eyes bloodshot with an irreconcilable, age-old feud.

The transmission of that emotion was intense, and Green was deeply moved by it, because such strong emotions often contain enormous energy.

[Having received the level 1 bonus from Cheko's Wrath, friendly forces within a 50-meter radius of Cheko will have their morale increased by 50 points and will not rout. Barkleys also receive an additional bonus: Barkleys within this radius will have their attack power against Vanskerrys increased by 10 points.]

Good heavens, this seemingly unremarkable person actually has skills at his disposal. Green couldn't help but take a deep look at Cheko. Something in this world seemed different from the game. It wasn't just the skills; those emotions could never be expressed in the game.

"go ahead!!!"

............

Watching the well-equipped Vanskeri men gathered below, burning and killing in the village, laughing wildly as they swung their axes at the militia members of Relancel as easily as chopping vegetables in their own garden, was an extremely infuriating sight.

"Green, you will lead the patrol cavalry," Cheko said to Green after observing the battle situation.

Baran's patrol captain had already been killed in action that morning, and based on the experience of the last two battles, Green's leadership skills were more than sufficient for the position.

"We can use the same method as last time, but with an enemy of this size, there will definitely be cavalry wounded or killed."

"There's no time to worry about that now. We need to resolve this crisis as soon as possible. Just adapt to the situation. The higher-ups won't blame you for a battle of this scale."

"it is good!"

Green nodded, checked his lance and the condition of his horse, and then mounted his horse along with the ten men of the patrol. Cheko also began to deploy his soldiers.

"Listen up, everyone! Including me, we only have 11 riders! Do not charge into the Vanskerrys' ranks! If you get surrounded and pulled off your horse, you're dead! After you kill one person with your lance, no matter which direction you come from, get out of there immediately and don't engage in close combat! Once you're out of Vanskerrys' range, we'll regroup and charge again! Understand?!"

Green loudly warned the cavalrymen. Although Green's leadership last time was outstanding, two patrolmen from Relansel were clearly distracted and unwilling to listen to a child's orders.

"Let's go, Green."

Cheko, having arranged everything, gestured to Green, who nodded, put on his helmet, took the carbine handed to him by the militiamen below, and kept his eyes fixed on the front.

"Cavalry, charge!!!"

At Green's command, the eleven men charged toward their prey, and the Vanskellians threw their javelins and axes at the cavalry.

"Bang!" "Pfft!"

The sounds of javelins slicing through the air, cracking against shields, and axes tearing flesh from a horse's flesh echoed in his ears, and Green was acutely aware of the horse's bleeding pain.

Ten meters, five meters, one meter.

"Thud!" [Applies spear damage, dealing 32 points of damage to the opponent]

Why is the damage so low?!

"Ugh." A woman's voice groaned in pain.

Green's spear pierced the body of a Vanskellian, but only managed to push him back slightly. Seeing this, the other Vanskellians rushed forward. Without thinking, they quickly turned their horses away from the area. The horse was too old, and its charge was no longer effective after being injured.

"Xilulu!!"

One of the patrolling cavalrymen, clearly ignoring warnings, got into a fight with the Vanskellians, greedily trying to inflict more damage. However, the Vanskellians reacted quickly and riddled his horse with spears and axes, causing the man to fall from his horse.

"Rico!!" Another person, seeing that the situation was not right, turned back to try to rescue him.

"retreat!!"

Green shouted himself hoarse, but he still couldn't get that idiot back.

"damn it!!"

Hearing another horse neigh behind him, Green cursed under his breath and could only bend down and urge his horse to speed up, leading the remaining eight men away from the battlefield.

"Whoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Ugh..."

Spears and axes flew from behind his ears toward Green, and a cavalryman next to him was also pierced by a flying spear, falling backward and crashing off his horse. Green felt a sudden chill on his back, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.

*Pfft* [Takes 43 points of damage]

A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, comparable to the piercing sensation he felt under Cady's saber. His right arm was completely numb, and his lance fell to the ground. Grin gritted his teeth and gripped the reins tightly with his left hand, trying to get away from the spot.

"drive!!"

the other side.

Three volleys of arrows rained down on the Vanskeri, unleashing a barrage of fire. The Vanskeri, clad in chainmail, were in for a rough time. While the chainmail offered good protection against swords and other melee weapons, it was no match for the small, sharp arrows. Several were quickly riddled with arrows, some even having their eyes pierced, writhing in agony on the ground.

"Kill!!" "Kill!!"

With the addition of the Balan militia, the militiamen of Relansel were greatly encouraged, and the several groups fought fiercely and evenly.

.........

"Ha...ha...drink it!!!"

Green was sweating profusely from the pain, which almost made him lose control of his horse. Fortunately, he had already escaped. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear that had pierced his shoulder, throwing it to the ground and staining the white snow with patches of bright red flames.

The horse still had half its blood left. The old horse shook its head and ran with all its might. Hot air came out of its nose as it snorted a few times. It hadn't experienced such a scene in a long time, and its physical strength was not what it used to be.

The remaining seven men and their horses also sustained varying degrees of injury. They treated their wounds briefly and looked at Green, awaiting further instructions.

It's already remarkable for a child not to cry after suffering such an injury, let alone witnessing his courage firsthand. The fact that he endured the pain and pulled out the spear on his own is something none of them considered capable of.

The cavalrymen who had originally planned to laugh at Green had to admit that they were now completely in awe of him.

Because this child knew the cruelty of war, and was even braver than them.