Thursday, June 25, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 378


Chapter 378

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

Northern Front The Caliber of a General


Translator : PolterGlast


While Yuka and the others were struggling in "Another Battlefield" at Kusanagi, the prominent generals who saw off Gale's remains being sent to the rear at the front lines also had no time to immerse themselves in sentimentality. They immediately returned to the front lines they were in charge of, and promptly readied their ironclad interception posture. Because the offensive using the fanatical human shields was nothing more than a calculated prelude of a full-scale frontal offensive.

Next they will move. The regret of losing Commander Gale, we will make them realize it and carve it directly into their flesh.

The generals, down to every single private, burned with the unyielding heart of mourning, and especially the morale of the Second Army led by Marquis Solis and the Third Army, of which Gale had been the commander, was heightened to an extent that could be called abnormally terrifying. And…… As if responding to their feelings, each front line violently erupted into motion. Of the 20,000 in the Istoria Orthodox Theocracy army on the right wing, 10,000 bypassed from the east side and made an aggressive move to half-encircle them. In the center, the 13,000 of the Lute Kingdom army advanced, showing a movement as if to solidify the right wing of the unit led by General Golpa, and the Ville Kingdom army also put 8,000 elite troops on the vanguard front lines, showing signs of solidifying their left wing and shifting to a full-scale offensive.

At this exact time, the one setting up camp furthest on the east side and confronting the sweeping semi-encirclement of the Istoria Orthodox Theocracy army was Grand Commander Schulz, who was participating in the battle leading 5,000 cavalry from the Royal Capital Knights Third Army.

Grand Commander Schulz! The enemy army has begun to aggressively move! Utilizing the advantage of numbers doubling ours, if our lines maintain this stationary grid, we will be flawlessly half-encircled by the enemy army!

Hmph…… send an immediate courier to the Third Division Acting Commander, Mars-dono! Saying, we are still barely under half the number of the enemy army; you should ruthlessly devote yourselves to defense right now and make the 20,000 before your eyes your objective precisely as a useless, idle force.

Schulz's suffocating concern was the catastrophic lack of military force in this direction. The elite cavalry he leads are 5,000, and the Third Division led by Mars deploying next to them has sent 1,000 shield troops to Kusanagi as escorts for the refugees, so the actual operational unit is only a little over 3,000. Because they are confronting an enemy army of as many as 20,000 with a number of around 8,000 in total, by any chance they allow a single breakthrough, the defense line will be cut to pieces, mathematically leading to the total, instantaneous collapse of the entire left wing. Therefore, Schulz himself was structurally forced to exert agonizing self-restraint, and had no choice but to await the enemy army's breach in a defensive posture he undesired.

Furthermore, emphasize this saying…… be very careful to master your emotions and not run to imprudent, reckless blunders out of mourning Sir Gale too much……

Therefore, he meticulously did not forget to convey words urging psychological admonition to them, refusing to let blind vengeance dissolve their tactical formation.

Around the exact same time, the camps of the First Army and Second Army also suddenly became frantically noisy. In the position confronting the enemy army's front to absorb their macro-offensive, the First Army led by Marquis Gorman and the Second Army led by Marquis Solis confronted them, and the two heroes had set up a unified, high-level command post securely nestled midway between their allied forces.

Report! The enemy army has shattered their stationary formations and begun to move! The respective Lute Kingdom and Ville Kingdom armies seem to be executing an aggressive pincer-breach, violently driving themselves between us and the Empire army from the left and right flanks!

Is that so…… though the enemy army's intent is obvious, how will Lord Solis (Darren-dono) move?

Receiving the report, Marquis Gorman turned his face to speak to his long-time comrade. Both share the supreme position of Marquis, and this time both are in a delicate position appointed as commanders leading an independent army. Who possesses the authority to take the absolute initiative in the battle is a highly sensitive matter. Darren, who was asked, flawlessly understands this underlying political friction as well, but more than that, he could not hide his quiet astonishment at his old peer paying profound consideration to respect his perspective.

I too share an identical calculation as Marquis Gorman. They are probably merely executing a calculated piece of deception, enticing us so that we move drawn by their retreating motions. Blindly going out to strike is a piece of foolish idiocy. We do not want our brave soldiers to fall prey as disposable meat-shield fodder to their heavy ballista batteries. Therefore, if you would yield the strategic initiative to us, my Second Army desires to execute a wide bypass around the left boundary of the battlefield and hammer the completely exposed flank of the Lute Kingdom army…… what say you?

The soldiers led by Darren have a near-unhinged, high combat morale to extract vengeance for Gale. Marquis Gorman's question was meticulously structured to generously accommodate that; beholding the immense evolution of a man previously described as an arrogant, haughty noble difficult to handle even by allies, he couldn't help but acknowledge his magnificent transformation—the vast expansion of his Caliber of a General.

Magnificent. Then it would be officially good for you, sir, to gallop and run through the battlefield as you please. My First Army will firmly receive the enemy at the absolute center, and deliver an ironclad guarantee to absolutely not let them breach and go behind us.

I give my deepest gratitude. While my lines too will carefully monitor our parameters and refrain from stepping in too deeply into an overextended penetration, we will attempt to execute targeted counter-strikes to the enemy's offensive. I leave the safety of our defense entirely to you. The single variable remaining on our board…… is our right wing Empire Allied Forces confronting the enemy's left wing, though……

Indeed…… we will inevitably have no choice but to support that as well.

With a slightly displeased face, Marquis Gorman let out a soft grunt and looked at the places where the Empire Allied Forces were deployed to his right hand. Veterans of decades of bloodshed, both lords possessed a flawless, cold clarity and understood it. The microscopic, hidden rifts and structural vulnerabilities their own allied army holds…… how catastrophically that will affect the battlefield once the iron flies. While holding a tinge of anxiety, and dynamically weaving even that into their overarching operational matrices from here on out, the two noble giants began to move swiftly.

Concurrently, on the opposite flank, the inner thoughts of the Acting Commander of the Empire Allied Forces, Dlements, dealing with the Ville Kingdom army on the enemy left wing, were complex. Because, equivalent to what the two Marquises were thinking, he understood that their army had three issues.

Kamin-kakka, I must humbly beg your indulgence to state this on the premise of it being an exceptionally disrespectful and impolite story to your station, but within the enemy's macro-calculations, the specific coordinate held by our division represents their absolute, primary target for a vital breakthrough. Consequently, we must brace our souls and intercept them with an unprecedented, extraordinary resolve.

Save your breath, Acting Commander Dlements. Unnecessary, delicate consideration is unneeded. Much less, what is still enduring the disgusting atrocities of the enemy's invasion even now is the ancestral sovereign soil where our Empire citizens live. For that exact reason my banners have stood up. Please do not hesitate—wield your authority and command as your tactical intellect sees fit!

Your words fill my soul with immense gratitude, my Lord……! Then my direct legionnaires will firmly anchor the front lines to receive the initial kinetic violence of the enemy army at the front. Concurrently, could I ask the 5,000-strong force under Your Excellency's direct lordship to maintain a flexible position to execute devastating counterattacks while keeping the enemy in check from coming around and squeezing our flanks?

Consider it done!

After a short exchange, the two Empire leaders rapidly move their formations and readied their interception posture. And each army respectively entered a total, unyielding battle-ready posture with the enemy before their eyes. Stepping straight onto the absolute tip of the vanguard lines anchoring the First Army, Marquis Gorman raised his sword high into the sky, and his voice erupted into a roaring volley:

The exact fraction of a second the enemy's vanguard closes within a coordinate of 200 meters, the First Army shall instantaneously commence a full-scale interception utilizing the Estol Bows! You shall hold your positions with ironclad endurance—never pull back, and even if the enemy breaks formation to execute a retreating motion, do not dare pursue! Leave the pursuit to the Marquis Solis Army, and we shall solidify our defense grid into an unbreakable stone wall!

Marquis Solis, leading the Second Army, also stepped out to the absolute front and unleashed a fierce roar to scold his subordinates:

Listen well, men! They are guaranteed to surely retreat in the near future. In order to invite our steel into a fatal kill-zone. Riding on that opportunity, aggressively project your momentum forward and violently strike their exposed flanks! To thoroughly soothe Gale's burning regrets, do not permit a single one of those invading bastards to return alive! HOWEVER! I command you to maintain your focus—only the absolute threshold time to pull back your steel, do not dare misjudge it!

Across the right sector, the Empire divisions likewise initiated their maneuvers to meet the swarming forces before their eyes.

Do not dare look down upon and despise the enemy's brawn! Ensure your steel does not bring a single drop of shame to the sacred honor of Lord Durul! The exact fraction of a second their front ranks approach to 100 meters, all divisions execute a synchronized, full-scale mass volley utilizing the crossbows! Eradicate and intercept the invaders from our soil!

I—Intercept their breach! All units, fire at will—!

Having already crossed swords against their vanguard once, Dlements, who possessed a flawless, cautious grasp of General Golpa's true tactical capability, raised his voice with meticulous precision, while Marquis Kamin, experiencing a massive, full-scale frontal clash between tens of thousands of regular troops for the absolute first time in his career, could not prevent his register from rising into a slightly high, shrill pitch as he bellowed.

Moving with exceptional tactical fluidness, the combined forces of the Lute Kingdom (and remnants of the Cain Kingdom) army, and the Ville Kingdom army rushed forward in a manner to aggressively execute a massive pincer maneuver, sandwiching the central vanguard coordinates where General Golpa's heavy ballista batteries were deployed projecting forward ahead of them from the left and right, and violently slammed straight into the defensive lines of the confronting forces. And the exact fraction of a second they entered the engagement zones and projected forward towards their respective enemy camps, receiving a terrifying, mathematically perfect mass volley counterattack by crossbows and Estol Bows, they suffered catastrophic structural trauma, scattered into disarray, and executed a rapid retreat. Against that retreating movement, the Marquis Solis Army launched a devastating flank attack from the east side, and the Marquis Kamin noble host drove their momentum from the west side.

Yet, regardless of how severely they were being compressed from both flanks and driven straight back to the center of the plain, the invading three-nation coalition armies had not suffered a single drop of fatal, campaign-ending structural damage. Naturally so, because the underlying reality was absolute: this entire retreating motion itself was a flawless performance meticulously anticipated inside their strategy beforehand.

Exactly as calculated…… their resistance is exceptionally light. All units, maintain supreme vigilance and pay attention to their destination of escape, the precise coordinate and physical distance to the enemy army's central vanguard unit under General Golpa! Do not dare permit a single horse to close within a spatial threshold of 500 meters under any circumstances!

Do not pursue too deeply! All divisions, maintain a strict spatial margin and distance of no less than 500 meters from the center of the enemy's artillery grid! Master your momentum—do not allow the thrill of the hunt to sweep you away!

Though Marquis Solis and Marquis Kamin were concurrently broadcasting remarkably identical, strict tactical orders from their respective command saddles, the physical execution and movements performed by their respective soldiers were clearly light-years apart. Across the western sector, Marquis Kamin was suddenly pressed with the agonizing necessity of shouting until his vocal cords were raw, desperately trying to forcefully re-assert control to enforce once again what he had already heavily admonished his allies about beforehand. Because aside from the elite retainers directly under the Marquis's control, the remaining two-thirds of the Empire Allied unit had completely abandoned their tactical formations and had begun chasing the backs of the fleeing enemy soldiers in a disorganized, chaotic race, vying to be the first to slaughter them. In the previous engagement executed north of Lorelei as well, these exact same noble units had successfully overwhelmed the Ville Kingdom vanguard through a devastating surprise attack and achieved an effortless victory. Therefore, it cannot be denied that their minds had grown to utterly despise and look down upon the true brawn of the invading coalition. Convinced that this was their ultimate, golden opportunity to thoroughly shoot down and annihilate the invading army, they rode on this chance for victory and relentlessly accelerated, completely refusing to loosen their pursuing hands.

At this exact juncture, the initial structural defect Dlements had begun to say—and which Marquis Kamin had privately recognized and understood inside his tent—had anew violently manifested upon the reality.

The first structural defect: The massive discrepancy regarding technical weapons. In the two years that had rolled past since the definitive conclusion of the Great War against the Empire, Viscount Durul, who endeavored to form a friendship with Takuhir, and his veteran subordinate soldiers, all flawlessly possessed the absolute highest-tier, modernized latest model crossbows for which they received direct technology transfers from Kusanagi. On the other hand, the noble coalition of the Empire Allied Forces spearheaded by Marquis Kamin possessed absolutely zero access to such revolutionary, high-tier military weapons, and their long-range archers were entirely of the old-world, traditional organization, their percentage proportion among the total active manpower also being catastrophically small. Therefore, realizing they lacked the tactical brawn, Dlements had been structurally incapable of deploying the Marquis's army, which did not have effective long-range counterattack means, to anchor the front defense. And, subconsciously recognizing and feeling that their old-world armaments lacked the capacity to make an effective counter-strike from a stationary grid, the noble troops had instinctively thrown their bodies forward, unconsciously projecting and allowing themselves to be smoothly dragged out into the open plain by the enemy's performance.

The second structural defect lay in the raw caliber of the commanding general. Marquis Kamin's current position was ultimately that of an emergency coordinator rallying the various fragmented forces of the northern frontier nobility, not their absolute sovereign alliance leader. Although his private household commanded the single largest power among them, nearly two-thirds of the active troops were forces led by independent local barons and counts who merely stood up in response to the emergency call, steering their retainers according to their own agendas, and not his own subordinates. In addition, the underlying political speculations of the participating individual nobles were completely fractured and not monolithic either, and there are many who dream of success in life by hoarding a monumental mountain of military merits in this specific campaign to secure high promotions. Because the common soldiers are not completely fascinated with nor harbor a deep, foundational devotion toward the Marquis either, and because Kamin completely lacks the official legal Crown (sovereign investiture) required to forcefully make them submit and obey his command upon the field, he was simply not worshipped or revered as a general possessing the ultimate caliber to bind their wills by the force he led.

The third structural defect…… its horrific metrics will become violently clear across the plain later.

Standing proudly atop a towering, makeshift wooden observation watchtower hastily assembled over the crest of a low, strategic small hill, General Golpa effortlessly surveyed the macro-parameters of the shifting battlefield. And then…… Beholding the sight of his allied forces executing their pre-calculated retreating motions, smoothly siphoning the pursuing enemy forces straight towards his own elaborate defense camp established on the front lines, having received the anticipated counterattack, the old veteran let out a massive, slow sigh.

Good grief…… from the looks of it, the kinetic intensity of the offensive on the eastern flank is exceptionally severe and not ordinary. The Cain Kingdom army isn't executing a calculated performance at all—those spineless bastards are genuinely, desperately sprinting and fleeing for their miserable lives. Well, since the enemy's eastern vanguard isn't aggressively advancing either and has rigidly frozen to maintain their grid, the Cain units don't seem to have reached the point of annihilation, but…… the Lute Kingdom army is, well, about so-so, but their internal coordination alongside the Cain Kingdom army has been a completely wretchedly fractured mess.

Saying so, turning his head to evaluate the western sector this time, a cold, deeply satisfied smile slowly washed over his weathered features, and he offered a slow, appreciative nod.

As for this side…… the parameters are rolling forward precisely about as expected and in accordance with our grand strategy. Rather than wasting breath laughing at the sheer, uncoordinated carelessness and idiocy of the enemy Empire noble units, I suppose I should honestly offer high praise to the exquisite, masterful cleverness and deception executed by our vanguards. Though I should say it's a monumental blessing and fortunate that my theoretical prediction regarding their psychology was entirely correct.

The mastermind who was actively directing the tactical vectors across the western plain to deliberately lure out and invite the Marquis Kamin army was fundamentally not the short-sighted King Ville. The sovereign King himself had pulled back his vessel to a secure coordinate in the rear with an elite detachment of 1,000 royal knight escorts, and the operational strings of the ones taking command were entirely pulled by the master subordinate officers the General had personally hand-reared and trained across decades of service. They had masterfully and cleverly simulated a panicked retreat to lure out the greedy enemy army, and showing themselves being swept away by momentum, retreated to lead them straight into the mouth of the beast.

Sir…… It is about time.

Right…… the pieces have fallen into place. Issue the absolute directive to our western forces: deliberately draw their charging columns in until our optimal effective range of 300 meters and unleash total hell fire, and in response to that, command our embedded vanguard units to instantaneously execute a violent, full-speed turnaround to go on a devastating counter-offensive to crush their broken formations! As for our eastern forces—it matters not if their salvos fail to achieve high accuracy; command them to fire at their maximum elevation angle! The 200 units of our absolute highest-tier, state-of-the-art modernized batteries should still probably be more than capable of inflicting a highly satisfactory, fair amount of structural trauma upon the enemy's lines.

Having been officially entrusted with the macro-command of a truly staggering, industrial-scale actual force of as many as 1,300 heavy ballista units, General Golpa had executed a remarkably bold deployment scheme perfectly customized to match the coalition's strategic operational movements.

Across the absolute far east—the sector held by the most formidable tactical nightmare thought to be the most difficult enemy, Marquis Solis—he had concentrated a massive battery of 500 units composed of their crowning jewels: 200 state-of-the-art, next-generation modernized units flawlessly blended alongside 300 specialized upgraded models owned by the Ville Kingdom. Deployed directly projecting across the central spine front confronting the unbreakable stone wall of the enemy were a precise pool of 300 traditional ballistas owned by the Lute Kingdom. Anchored across the western sector to receive the greedy, overextended Empire nobility was a devastating grid of a total of 500 units: mixing 200 specialized upgraded models of Ville alongside 300 standard units owned by the Lute Kingdom. He had ruthlessly concentrated the absolute apex of his long-range firepower mostly across the two flanks, and made the central front confronting the enemy intentionally the thinnest to serve as an operational vacuum.

Report! Eastern sector batteries, preparation of target-locks for each platform complete!

Report! Western sector—the charging enemy Empire noble units have officially entered our optimal effective kill-zone! We hold a perfect green line to go!

To the reports brought in near-simultaneous synchronization signaling the definitive closure of the trap, General Golpa quietly lifted his right hand and, with absolute, chilling composure, violently swung it down through the air, and a colossal, thunderous massive copper gong announcing the launch resounded and erupted across the ridge. From the left and right flanks of the old general's central camp fortress, a truly cataclysmic mountain of a total of 1,000 heavy ballista spikes was simultaneously, violently unleashed into the sky and fired all at once.

And with that single, bone-shattering discharge of iron, due to this, the macro-momentum flow of the entire northern warzone battlefield would once again violently, catastrophically reverse and turn on its head.

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