Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 225: Major losses

They were elite warriors who could no longer be measured by common sense!

Yet Baron Barthon's soldiers all knew that a few months earlier, an attack on this village had miserably failed, sending 13 apprentice knights, 50 elite soldiers and 200 soldiers.

More than 90% of the men sent had died during this attack, a real tragedy.

But despite this defeat, the losses of the mercenaries and soldiers of Baron Irut were also enormous!

Almost 70% of the defense of the village of Plouta had been annihilated!

So everyone thought that this time, the remaining mercenaries and soldiers would be wiped out.

Even if a few civilians were recruited as mercenaries, and Baron Irut sent some reinforcements, could they reach the level of defense they had before the first attack?

The answer in a normal world was no, it was unlikely.

But Baron Barthon was a very cautious man, so when he organized this attack against the village of Plouta, he always envisaged the worst-case scenario.

Thus, the army's configuration could be considered extremely luxurious!

So much so that the army was nearly three times larger than before to avoid any unforeseen events!

1000 soldiers, 30 apprentice knights and even a knight!

Baron Barthon was therefore not at all worried, especially as his current military power was enormous and this attack only contained a tenth of his military power.

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Who could have guessed that a simple village could resist this army?

And what's worse, the army so carefully designed by Baron Barthon was even on the verge of losing this battle if it hadn't been for the intervention of Knight Argan.

Because the defense was even more terrifying when the white-haired young man was in charge, along with two other mercenaries who were much stronger than the others.

"Luckily, Knight Argan is dealing with these three young monsters, otherwise this attack could already be considered a defeat!" said one of the apprentice knights at the woodpecker stage, named Pam, slightly terrified by this observation.

He was one of the main leaders in this attack on the village, and his status was relatively high.

But even he was afraid, what about the others?

The streets of Plouta had become a hellish battlefield. The inert bodies on the ground accumulated, blood stained the ground, and screams of pain mingled with the crash of metal.

The smell of iron and burnt flesh filled the air as the mercenaries repelled wave after wave of attacks by Baron Barthon's soldiers.

The situation was really not good for the soldiers of Baron Irut and the Saber-toothed Tigers.

Killian, wounded in the shoulder, continued to bark orders at his men.

"Hold the line! Fall back in good order! Protect the wounded!"

Around him, Baron Irut's soldiers collapsed one by one, pierced by enemy blades.

Baron Irut had sent reinforcements, but in the face of such an attack, they were clearly not enough.

Killian glanced at the mercenaries and couldn't help but admire their strength and professionalism.

With his combat experience, he wasn't afraid to say that each of these mercenaries was as strong as an apprentice knight!

And they weren't the kind of apprentice knights who had grown like flowers in a greenhouse!

They were more like those who had grown up on a battlefield!

He himself did not understand where these civilians could have acquired such combat experience, since he saw them every day.

But no matter what kind of mysterious treasures or talents the group of mercenaries possessed, it did not prevent the death of many mercenaries during the fighting, and others would soon fall as well.

But for every mercenary who fell, at least five enemy soldiers perished under the fury of their blades.

And that was what made Pam fear, because if they continued like this, even if they won, it would not be without having to build a mountain of corpses with the bodies of the men under his command.

In an alleyway, a veteran of the Sabertooth Tigers, a massive man with a shaved head named Rogan, was blocking an assault by several enemy elite soldiers.

He was one of the mercenaries recruited in Baron Barthon's city, and was part of the first wave of recruitment organized by Maxime.

He was also one of the few survivors of the attack on Plouta, as well as one of the five men who remained in the city after Maxime left.

"The time has come to prove yourselves and show that you deserve the wages you earn every month!"

"If you want to become a strong and renowned man, you all have to go through this!"

Rogan's shouts boosted the morale of a dozen or so nearby mercenaries, who were still fighting harder and harder despite their injuries.

"Rogan is right!"

"Let's show them how elite and ferocious the Saber-toothed Tigers really are!"

"No army can defeat us without suffering huge losses!"

...

Several mercenaries began to shout, and regardless of whether what he believed was true or not, the effect on the morale of the mercenaries was clearly visible.

Everyone was becoming more ferocious.

Opposite them, a few apprentice knights leading a hundred soldiers were fighting them ferociously!

In fact, the mercenaries in this alley were fighting almost 1vs10!

But thanks to the limited space, the mercenaries, despite their numerical inferiority, and also thanks to the passive talent [Awakening of Life] that allowed them to improve their recovery and healing speed, they held their ground!

Rogan's sword sliced through the air, cutting a throat with a single blow.

Then he pivoted, dodging a spear, and with the back of his blade, opened his opponent's stomach.

But suddenly, a sword sprang out of his blind spot and sank deep into his back.

"Ahhhhh! You coward without honor, die!"

Rogan growled in pain, staggered back, and spat out blood.

But he quickly pulled himself together and didn't forget to seize the opportunity to take off the head of his assailant with a sword stroke.

"Serves you right, you bastard," murmured Rogan as he saw the head fall to the ground, breathless from the fighting and his new serious injury.

But several nearby soldiers saw their chance, and all of them pierced Rogan's body with their weapons.

Rogan wanted to defend himself, but he no longer had any strength left.

"I... I... argh."

He wanted to say a few brave words, just like the heroes in the stories who died bravely.

But his throat was filled with blood, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The next moment, his sturdy body fell heavily to the ground after the soldiers had removed their weapon from his body.

"Rogan has fallen!" cried one mercenary, stunned.

"Avenge him!" yelled another, filled with rage.

The saber-toothed tigers redoubled their efforts, transforming their rage into a murderous storm.

"Let me finish off this bunch of incompetents!"

An apprentice knight of Baron Barthon, believing he could break them, threw himself into the fight.

He did not believe that these mercenaries could really be so ferocious and powerful.

But he didn't notice that he had thrown himself into a space on the battlefield that was very advantageous for the mercenaries.

He was quickly surrounded by three mercenaries, who attacked him from all sides. He blocked a few blows, but a dagger found a chink in his armor and plunged deep into his neck.

He collapsed, his gaze fixed.

"How is this possible?" he thought incredulously.

He had noticed that he would be trapped and surrounded by three mercenaries, but he was an apprentice knight!

He had been strengthening his physique and his combat skills for more than ten years!

How could he die so easily at the hands of a few ordinary mercenaries?

But no matter what he was thinking, his lifeless body fell to the ground as the fighting continued all around him.

Only a few apprentice knights saw his miserable death, bit their lips and became more cautious so as not to suffer the same fate.

Meanwhile, in the central square, Liam, Ivan and Wigor were fighting desperately against Argan.

Ivan, despite having a wound in his side, charged with lightning speed. He feinted a cut to distract Argan, while Wigor took the opportunity to strike from the side.

But Argan, even with only one arm, was still a very experienced warrior.

He pivoted, deflected Wigor's blade with a precise movement, and with a brutal kick sent Ivan crashing into the wall of a wooden house.

Liam tried to take advantage of this to attack, his blade whistling towards the knight's throat.

But Argan parried narrowly and countered with a vicious attack.

But not on Liam.

"No, dodge Wigor!"

Despite Liam's warning, Argan's sword found an opening and pierced Wigor in the abdomen.

Wigor coughed up blood, his hand trying to hold back the flow escaping from his wound.

"Wigor!" Liam shouted, his eyes mixed with rage and sadness.

With a final grunt, Wigor placed his left hand on the sword in his body, then with his right hand still holding his sword, he attempted a final blow.

"So naive."

Despite Wigor's firm grip on the sword, Argan easily removed his sword from the mercenary's body, and then, even before Wigor could finish his attack, Argan finished him off with a sharp blow to the throat.

This attack was so fast that even Ivan and Liam could not see it.

Wigor's body remained upright for a moment, with Ivan and Liam looking at his back.

But of course, his headless body eventually fell heavily to the ground.

Ivan, seeing his brother in arms fall, screamed in rage and threw himself at Argan, striking with all the strength he had left.

"You bastard! He was my brother in arms! How could you kill him!?"

"You weren't worthy!"

"He was a man who was supposed to be at the top of humanity, he couldn't die here!"

Ivan thought back to all the moments they had shared together, when they had confided in each other, while dreaming of things that had previously seemed so unattainable.

Ivan thought back to all the moments they had shared together, when they had confided in each other, while dreaming of things that had previously seemed so unattainable.

Under the blows of such a mad and unpredictable man, Argan was forced to retreat under the furious assault.

Liam, still keeping his cool, saw his chance.