Asura Detachment and Hinkley Division corner Medem.
Brigadier General Hinkley, who had forcefully inserted his flagship into the enemy fleet’s formation, led the charge towards Medem Division’s flagship with a battle axe in hand.
What a contrast to Medem and LeBron, who absolutely refused to set foot on the battlefield.
Well, even if Medem and LeBron did go to the front lines, they would probably just be in the way. In modern warfare, there’s no need to be on the front lines if your command is excellent, but this world is different.
Unlike the original world, prominent tacticians here are usually strong themselves.
While their technological advancements surpass those of the original world, it’s because of the attack satellite clusters that block missiles and air forces, making warfare closer to medieval times, or rather, almost medieval.
“Jolly Rogers, don’t fall behind! Sword Wolves, with me!”
The Brigadier General, wearing a military cap adorned with a skull mark, began his march towards Major General Medem’s flagship, accompanied by his elite guard unit, the “Jolly Rogers.”
Soldiers who had sortied from the enemy ships charged at Brigadier General Hinkley, aiming to take him down.
The Brigadier General extended the handle of his battle axe, transforming it into a halberd, and mowed them down with sheer power.
He was about five to six centimeters shorter than Rick, but possessed power that easily surpassed his son’s. This was the “indomitable” Hinkley.
His fighting style was very similar to Rick’s, but wilder and without any openings.
Rick, with his sturdiness and regeneration, fought in a rougher style, as if he could afford to take some damage, but the Brigadier General had no such overconfidence in his own body. As a seasoned warrior, he knew the terror of the battlefield all too well.
The Brigadier General instantly annihilated the first wave of enemies, but a second wave soon surged towards them.
It was only natural, as defeating the Brigadier General would allow them to turn the tide.
I stood beside the Brigadier General and unleashed my Wolf Eye at maximum power on the approaching second wave.
The enemy soldiers fell in droves, unable to even get close. The Brigadier General blew a whistle in praise.
“Hoo! So that’s the Wolf Eye. Terrifying ability, to take lives just by staring.”
“It’s quite effective against cannon fodder.”
“But you shouldn’t get used to taking the easy way out at such a young age. Move your body a little. Here they come!”
The Brigadier General and I swung our weapons, cutting down enemy soldiers.
Thanks to the excellent support from our accompanying elite guard (Jolly Rogers), we were able to reach the vicinity of the enemy flagship.
A transfer corridor had been connected to an adjacent battleship. That general’s uniform running along the corridor… that must be Major General Medem!
However, the height to the transfer corridor was 8 meters, beyond our reach from the ground.
“Damn it! We won’t let you escape!”
The Brigadier General gritted his teeth, but there seemed to be no way to stop him. Of course, I had no way either.
(Kanata, leave it to me!)
Huh?! It’s Curtis!
“Brigadier General, don’t panic, he can’t escape. Medem is cornered.”
“Cornered? What do you mean…”
I pointed to the swarm of brainwave-guided missiles flying in.
All of the missiles struck the base of the transfer corridor. With a grating sound, they snapped as they broke.
The tilted transfer corridor turned into a slide, and the elderly general, who would have been playing on slides half a century ago, returned to his childlike innocence.
The鶴-like thin old man who rolled in front of me landed clumsily on his back, but his two escort attendants skillfully took a combat stance.
“Defend! Defend!”
Major General Medem ordered his attendants to defend and then tried to flee for his own safety.
At least stand up and run away. He probably couldn’t stand because his legs had gone numb.
However, the two attendants were skilled. They put up a fierce fight against the Brigadier General and me, holding their ground.
But their devoted subordinates’ desperate resistance was in vain.
A person with scarlet eyes and a magnificent bosom stood in front of Major General Medem, who was trying to escape on all fours.
“Who… who are you…”
“Either order your entire army to surrender, or accept a two-rank promotion. Choose.”
“Me, the scion of the most prestigious family in Fenberil City, surrender? Impossible! For me to be defeated by mere rat thieves… it must not happen!”
His mentality is the same as LeBron’s. Is this the standard for Mechanist Army generals?
“Death visits nobles and rat thieves equally. Death or surrender, you have five seconds to think. Five… four…”
“This is a mistake! Why… how could this…”
“Three… two… one…”
Marika-san reached for the beloved sword at her waist.
“Wait! I surrender!”
“Is that so? It seems you cherish your few remaining years, old man!”
Medem, who had been berated by Marika-san, tried to retort but seemed to realize that he would lose his head if he did.
His anger shifted to his attendants who had been fighting fiercely against us.
“You incompetent fools! Even with my superior intellect, it’s useless if my limbs are rotten! This defeat is your fault, how will you take responsibility!”
Their fierce expressions turned into pitiful ones as the two attendants dropped their weapons.
I’m not one to sympathize, but I patted the attendants’ shoulders to comfort them. To be treated like this after fighting so hard was truly pitiful.
“Tough luck. If you don’t have a good boss, call this staff service.”
“…Tell me the number later.”
The attendants gave a bitter smile with a sigh.
I’m really glad Marika-san is my boss.
After capturing the division commander, Hinkley Division and Asura Detachment began their pursuit, but it didn’t go as planned.
It wasn’t that they were struggling. Without a commander, morale was low and the chain of command was chaotic, making the remnants of the enemy no threat.
But that chaos was the problem. Medem, who had called for surrender, had almost no leadership ability.
In other words, no one followed Medem’s orders. The remaining high-ranking officers, without exception, intended to abandon the non-commissioned officers and below, and escape on their own, moving in separate directions.
The Brigadier General had thought that isolated enemy soldiers on the front lines would surrender, and the rest would simply attempt to escape, but their disorganized actions made it impossible to manage.
“Those who resist with reckless abandon are unavoidable, annihilate them! Ignore the fleeing enemy soldiers!”
As the Brigadier General issued rapid instructions to each front line, an operator reported.
“It appears that friendly fire is occurring among the enemy regarding their escape route.”
Seated at the command sheet, the Brigadier General, with Medem handcuffed behind his back, asked with a look of exasperation.
“What excellent commanders. What kind of training did you conduct?”
Medem replied with a sulky expression to the Brigadier General’s question.
“…My training was perfect. It seems that even I cannot make a monkey understand a philosophy book.”
“Make your isolated subordinates on the front lines surrender, and for yourselves to retreat in an orderly fashion. Is that simple task philosophy? What nonsense! Your baseness simply infected your subordinates!”
“Insolent cur! Don’t speak as if you know anything just because you’re of commoner stock! Know your place—”
With a *thump*, Medem collapsed mid-sentence.
Major Emerson had knocked him out with the butt of his pistol to the back of his head.
“Emerson, assaulting a prisoner is a violation of the Palm Convention?”
“Major General Medem tripped and hit his head. Who on earth threw this banana peel on the floor?”
The Major, having discarded the banana peel he had been eating to replenish the calories consumed in battle, played dumb.
“If there was a banana peel on the floor, then there’s nothing that can be done. Hey, someone throw this idiot into the brig.”
A member of the Jolly Rogers grabbed Medem by the collar and dragged him away.
The pursuit, led by the Brigadier General after the noise was eliminated, lasted for five hours. The battle that began that morning on a sunlit plain concluded as the evening sun began to set.
After confirming the end of the engagement, I returned to the Shiranui.
On the bridge, the analysis team had begun calculating the casualties of our own forces and the enemy’s.
I approached Marika-san, who was lounging on her command sheet, to receive my reward.
“You’re back, Kanata. Good work. Hmm? What’s that in your hand?”
I won’t let you pretend you forgot. Gimme, gimme!
“Ah, that’s right. Here, you want this, don’t you?”
Marika-san kicked a piece of cloth placed at her feet towards me.
“Yes, yes! Yay! …What is this? …A loincloth?”
Is Marika-san into loincloths?
“It’s Bakura’s. Happy?”
“Why would I be happy! A used loincloth from Bakura is practically a BC Weapon!”
I slammed the loincloth onto the floor.
“I said it was used, not that it was mine,”
“That’s too much! It’s not a lie, but it’s a hugely misleading act of fraud! I’m reporting you to JRO!”
“…I don’t know what you intend to report, but perhaps you should first consider the extenuating circumstances for yourself. As for me, I’d very much like to know the contents of your secret pact.”
Shuri grabbed my shoulders firmly from behind.
I’m caught! When did she get behind me!
My hand, which was trying to shake Shuri off, was caught by Hotaru.
“Ho, Hotaru!”
“…Kanata. There were many things I wanted to say to you. Now is as good a time as any, so I’ll say them all at once…”
“It’s lecture time!” “It’s lecture time!”
The voices of my two childhood friends harmonized perfectly.
I looked to the Three Girls for help, but Shion glared at me with a fierce look, Natsume yawned, and Lilith waved goodbye with a smile.
“Wait! Wait! We can talk this out! Don’t do anything rash, Shuri! Hotaru!”
“Talk it out? Oh, we’ll make sure you listen!”
Shuri, who had put on her glasses and entered lecture mode, locked my right arm.
“Don’t think you can escape! Prepare yourself!”
As if in sync, Hotaru locked my left arm. …It’s all over.
Detained by the Chairman and the disciplinary committee, I was taken to the lecture room.
A two-on-one lecture session with Shuri and Hotaru… Should I sing “Dona Dona” on the way to the lecture room?
