I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy

EP.373

Lightning Bolt This is a simple magic that kills enemies by shooting lightning from a staff.

This spell is rarely used among wizards during battle.

This is because magic such as fireball is a magic that throws a fireball at the enemy and literally burns them, so it has high lethality.

This is because lightning magic sometimes leaves people who do not die even when hit by magic, and is much lower in power than fireball.

But Peter Yeager had a slightly different idea.

‘Normally, its lethality is very weak, but what if a lightning bolt is fired towards a moat filled with water? Since water conducts electricity, it can wipe out many soldiers with one blow.’

“All wizards, upon my command, aim at the moat and shoot lightning bolts! Until then, burn every single one of those ants that try to cling to the walls!”

When the head of the Reich Empire’s wizard, who is not familiar with science or electricity, heard those words, he thought that the Marshal was ignorant of magic and was ordering an attack in the wrong direction… but since this is what Peter Jaeger does, there

must be some intention. I assumed it would be there and moved as ordered.

Meanwhile, the military officers of the Allied countries, who knew nothing, took the lead in their greed when the moat filling, which caused the most deaths, was completed.

Then, branding himself with hypocrisy and false courage as if he was a nobleman and willing to risk his life for his subordinates, he marched forward noisily, brandishing his sword.

“Long live His Royal Highness the Archduke of the Czech Republic! Long live the Grand Duchy of Czechia! Charge forward! “I, Einz Barnheim, will slit the throat of Peter Jaeger, who pushed us into this hell!”

“The time has come to dig out the intestines of the Reich Empire, which is no bigger than a dog, and turn them into sausages! These are people who have nothing but shit in their heads. Let’s kill him!”

“It is a time of slaughter and slaughter! Lift the ladder! Move forward! Push the battering ram!”

The noble officers went to the front with their blood boiling because their future promotions and their positions in aristocratic society were determined by how boldly and courageously they fought in this war.

However, the Allied soldiers were aware of their shamelessness and timidity, pushing them into tasks that were dangerous enough to kill them and taking the lead in tasks where they could stand out and achieve merit, so they muttered out loud as they marched.

“Even if you twist that branch like breaking a chicken’s head, it won’t be enough. Doesn’t Deus-sama kill those bastards?”

“I wish all those loud, barking dogs would just die.”

“Ha, I guess I won’t just put my feet up on the castle wall again today. “There’s no need for anything, I just want Peter Yeager to die.”

There were some who complained and complained and tried to ignore the sight of their colleagues who were alive just moments ago dying before their eyes.

Many of those who entered the siege were friends and neighbors who had been conscripted from the same ‘hometown’, so some people internally shed bloody tears as they watched the deaths of their acquaintances.

However, I did not express those feelings out loud.

Because if you let out that voice, you will be like those friends who, after saying a few words of complaint, were stabbed to death by our own soldiers and turned into dirt under the moat.

‘… Is this kind of war really right? ‘Shouldn’t I just desert now?’

In a battle where many thoughts went back and forth, the Allied soldiers finally succeeded in raising a ladder to the castle wall.

“Wow! The damn ladder is stuck! Hurry up! “It’s time to eat the Reich Empire’s helmet pot in half!”

“If you’re going to rip off the limbs of Reich pigs, follow me!”

“I see Peter Jaeger’s fucking flag! Kill him! “If we just kill him, we win!”

Attaching a ladder to the castle wall was successful several times. However, they were unable to cross the wall due to interference from Reich soldiers on the wall.

They all had this thought in their hearts.

‘We will win today somehow. ‘You must go over the castle wall.’

If Peter Yeager had seen it, he would have cursed them out by saying that they were idiots who were really good at self-justification, but for those who came with 360,000 people and suffered death without even being able to cross the walls for the past 7 days, ‘false hope’ was desperately needed.

The imperial soldiers came over the walls again today and began to personally end the poor lives of the idiots who were threatening to kill their commander.

A fierce fight ensued, with heavy stones being dropped, magic being used to burn them, and a two-handed hammer smashing their brains to show mercy by letting them go without pain.

“Aiming for Marshal Yeager’s neck? “It’s a million years too early, you motherfuckers!”

“I’ll send you to your dead parents! “Your face may be a little crushed, but it’ll be easier when you die!”

“Sleep forever you fucking bastards!”

The Archduke, who was watching this scene from afar, jumped up from his chair outside the command barracks as if he had a premonition that something was going to happen today.

As soon as he got up, he brandished the Grand Duke’s commander-in-chief, symbolizing his authority, and spoke.

“All-out attack! All-out attack! “Today I will cut off Peter Yeager’s head!”

In a normal war, an officer with the rank of baron or higher would never beheaded ‘on purpose’, even if it was during a war, but against Peter Jaeger, such customs were not important.

Not a single member of the general’s staff present opposed those words.

According to the Archduke’s orders, the Allied forces gathered near the castle walls as if there was a market for wild fish, and at this time, the battering ram also reached the castle gate.

Peter Jaeger chuckled as he watched all of this and gave an order.

“Spray boiling oil on the battering ram and the soldiers. Then, five minutes later, fire lightning bolts at maximum power toward the filled moat.”

Boiling oil began pouring near the gate and walls, and the Allied soldiers expressed their joy at being hit by the boiling oil.

“My body! I feel like my body is burning! help me!!”

“Hide under the battering ram! The oil doesn’t reach there… ugh!”

“Help me, it’s hot…”

As the boiling oil began to take effect, Peter Yeager gave the signal by hitting the head wizard on the shoulder.

Then, three fireballs flew into the sky, and the wizards who understood this signal began chanting lightning bolts toward the place where the moat was.

Allied soldiers and officers tried to laugh at the sight of magic being used in strange places, but none of them could dare to open their mouths.

“Grah la la la la! My body is tingling… tingling…”

“Aaaah! Arararak!”

This is because he was electrocuted by the electricity that came up from the muddy spot where the moat was, and his entire body muscles stiffened and turned into stone, and he died while urinating and excreting dirt.

At first, it seemed like only the soldiers around the moat suffered this, but the soldiers who stuck around the castle walls were there to break through.

They were also wet from their calves to their thighs as they crossed the trench, so the electric shock was instantly transmitted to everyone near the castle walls and moat.

Also, the boiling oil was ignited by lightning, causing a fire under the castle wall.

Like a string snapping, the life or movement of countless people was cut off all at once, and the wizard leader who witnessed this scene looked at Peter Yeager as if he were a monster.

Although the war was urgent, the magic he knew was to attack the enemy all at once and continuously reduce their numbers little by little.

‘Does it make sense to kill so many soldiers at once with lightning bolt magic?’

But after looking at Peter Yeager’s face for about 10 seconds, I suddenly understood.

It wasn’t a rational reason; it was just that Peter Yeager was such a great commander that I thought this was a natural thing to do.

Loud cheers poured out among our soldiers, and the morale of the imperial army rose sharply.

“Marshal, do you plan to use Lightning Bolt again?”

“… I don’t plan on writing any more today. You may be asking why, so the answer is because our goal is to stop them. We need to maintain ‘impregnable’, but give those guys the perception that it is a ‘battle worth fighting’. “It’s not good to abuse it too much.”

Then, Peter Jaeger thought it was time to step up and raise morale further, so he walked to the eastern wall where the castle’s main gate was located.

As the flag with the five stars symbolizing the Marshal and the black eagle moved together, all the Imperial soldiers cheered when they saw Marshal Jaeger.

Even the officers would have been worried and their morale would have plummeted if a 5-star marshal were to stand on the front line when the situation was not extreme…

‘Marshal Jaeger is the best swordsman in the empire. So, if we fight properly, he won’t die. Therefore, it can be said to be the most appropriate decision at a time like now when a fierce battle is expected.’

Everyone looked at Peter Yeager with anticipation, and one major who was climbing up the castle wall fell into despair as soon as he saw Peter Yeager’s face.

“Why the fuck are you here!”

At the same time, his head fell below the wall.

The morale of the Allies also crawled into the depths of hell.

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