The Extra Wants To Live

As the entrance becomes clogged with corpses, gnolls swarm around and eventually completely surround the formation.

"Bilford! To the other side!"

"yes!"

At Catherine's command, Bilford heads to the other side.

Immediately afterward, the situation Carl was concerned about finally occurred.

"It's coming over the carriage!"

The frightened conscript shouts loudly.

One gnoll stepped on the heads and shoulders of those on the wagon, jumped, and climbed onto the loaded wagon.

"Poke the spear!"

As Carl shouted, the conscripts trembled and struck out their spears with all their might.

Woow!

The gnoll on the carriage gets stabbed by five spears and falls back again.

'We managed to stop it well, but since there was one attempt to get over the carriage, it may be out of control now.'

"Just look ahead! Your colleagues will protect you by your side!"

Carl shouted as he rode behind the frightened conscripts.

The horse's hot breath, Carl's cries, and the red cloak that follows him and flutters like a tail, pass by the heads and shoulders of the conscripts.

Behind him, the royal family rides on horseback and gives encouragement. They recalled the back of Carol running as fast as he could at the front before forming a formation.

"Trust your colleagues! If you waver because you don't trust your colleagues, everyone will fall! Just look at the enemy in front of you!"

Carl shouts at the top of his voice.

Carl, who was mounted on a horse, had a wide view of the battlefield.

So, he could clearly see the tidal wave of gnolls rushing towards the punitive force, which was surrounded by low wagons rather than strong fences.

It's still being blocked well, but the war situation seems to be falling further and further into darkness.

"If you don't trust your comrades and put away your spear, who will stop the gnolls that rush in front of you! It will devour you and kill your friends and family!"

Carl did not say a word about the terrible war situation. Saying things like that will only lower morale.

So, he just encourage the soldiers and give them instructions so that they don't show any weaknesses.

"Spearmen, focus only on the gnolls on the wagon! As for the axeman, kill the gnoll that falls over the carriage! We must kill him before he wakes up!"

"Aaaah!"

As Carl continued to drive his horse and shout loudly, the conscripts were able to clearly understand what they had to do.

The red cape that passes over my shoulders and head often catches my eye, and it feels as if a burning heat spreads throughout my body.

Carol retreats to the center and instead of just muttering his words, he drives the horse and raises her sword and comforts the

soldiers as if pushing them on their backs.

Even the imperial soldiers, who were panting from exhaustion after their shift, come to their senses and join the ranks with their spears and shields.

The imperial soldiers who took their places among the conscripts straightened their unwavering spear tips and aimed them at the carriage.

As they stand next to them, the conscripts, remembering how they did not back down while blocking countless gnolls, also tightened their grip on their spears with great strength in their trembling shoulders.

A red cloak passes through their visions and pats their head and shoulders.

Carl's cry resonates loudly in their heart.

"Waaaaaa!"

'I can't hold back the heat rising in my chest, so I let out a shout.'

Conscripts from a rural village stand shoulder to shoulder and stand firm, shouting out their explosive morale as if spewing out fire!

Catherine and Bilford, who had already completely entrusted the command to Carl, were also surprised by the explosion of morale, and their bodies became warm from the excitement pounding their chests.

The sickly 4th Prince, who spent his entire life in his bedroom, turned untrained conscripts into brave enough to be envied by elite soldiers, despite the odds of winning.

"Swing the mace of fire and thunder at the petty monster that threatens the subjects of the empire! Don't let even one them live!"

Even though Carl was barely maintaining his defense line, he shouted as if he was going to chase down and kill the fleeing gnolls.

It can't be helped, because what he's saying now is a little bit of a change from what Adrian said in the original work when he

encouraged the soldiers.

"The great scales of Hardion guard your backs, and the great eagle of Hardion looks before you!"

Even as Carl continues to shout, the number of gnolls crossing the carriage only increases.

Even though Catherine and Bilford rush to kill the gnolls, they end up with too many gnolls and the ones that infiltrated the formation begin to come out.

The conscripts tried their best to kill the gnolls by wielding spears, swinging axes, and pushing with shields.

The imperial soldiers are fighting harder than anyone else, holding their ground firmly so that the morale of the conscripts does not waver.

However, it seems like they won't be able to endure it like this.

"Aaaah!"

In the end, a hole opened in the ranks that had been holding up well.

One of the conscripts who was killing the fallen gnoll with an ax was a little too late in retreating because he was greedy, and was blocked by it and was unable to strike his spear in time.

After landing safely, the gnoll immediately pounces on the conscript, chopping off his shoulder with an ax, biting his neck and shaking him roughly.

The conscript, whose head was torn off in half by the tremendous force of the teeth, died instantly.

"Oh, don't come!"

There is no space to launch a spear at the gnoll that is so close to him.

The conscript, who must guard the top of the carriage with a spear, falls back.

"Stay where you are!"

puck!

Catherine rushes in like a protector and pierces the gnoll's head with a single blow.

She brutally captured the conscripts who had retreated and forced them to regroup.

However, the conscripts begin to tremble with anxiety as they experience a person dying gruesomely right in front of them and their comrade stepping down.

Catherine and Bilford do their best to kill the gnolls that come across the carriage, but only two people can't protect everything.

"Kaaah!"

"help me!"

In the end, one point was broken through while Catherine and Bilford were blocking other areas.

A scene of destruction flashes through everyone's mind.

The reason they can endure like this now is because they are in line. If even one person withdraws and the formation collapses, the soldiers with their flanks and rear exposed will not be able to fight properly.

It's over.

The moment they thought that, a pure white comet in the darkness sprinted towards the gnolls pushing into the ranks, leaving behind a red tail.

Woow!

The pure white war horse charged fearlessly and struck the gnoll that had just entered the ranks.

"Master Carl!"

Bilford's shocked cry rises high into the sky, and Carl, who has made a cavalry charge for the first time in her life, stumbles so loudly that it seems as if she will fall from her horse.

"Don't back down! Stay where you are!"

Carl let go of the reins and hugged the horse's neck tightly, clinging to it and shouting.

Even as Carl was struggling to hang on, the smart, well-trained war horse cleverly escaped the spot.

As Carl retreated safely, clinging to his horse, Catherine quickly ran over and swung her drawn sword like a sword, slaughtering the gnoll and protecting the line.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Carl barely sat upright on the saddle, gasping for breath in shock as if she had been in a car accident.

'I feel out of my wits and my head feels dizzy.'

Carl barely turned his head to look around and gritted her teeth.

completely surrounded.

The imperial soldiers are exhausted, the conscripts are scared, and there are still too many gnolls.

In a situation where there seemed to be no way out, Carl tightened her grip on the sword without letting go.

'Just because of something like this, why should I come this far and die!'