Battle of the Haksha Plains (7): The Surprise Attack

"Rotel! The enemy is flanking us! Etenra! Go help them!"

Keeping an eye on the soldiers around him, Wickhart drew his bow and loosed an arrow.

Despite the darkness, the arrow pierced an enemy soldier's skull with perfect accuracy. It was no coincidence; sensing their movements and presence, he had already cut down numerous soldiers.

At the center of the wedge formation, Wickhart continued firing, helping shore up places where the formation was on the verge of collapsing with astonishing accuracy worthy of his title.

Every time one of Wickhart's arrows found its mark, cheers rose from his allies, and they regained a little of their momentum. However, the unit was not advancing at all. Unlike before, the enemy soldiers were attacking in earnest to wipe them out.

Wickhart fired arrow after arrow and shouted encouragement, believing that as long as he remained there, his men would choose to survive alongside him.

"Things are looking grim... Wickhart-sama, I'm sorry..." Skudelia lowered his head.

"What are you apologizing for, Skudelia?"

"Laimar was right. I was too optimistic. Because of my selfishness, I dragged you into this as well..."

"...Skudelia. Don't underestimate me. I wanted to land at least one blow myself. I judged that this plan offered us a chance at victory! Listen, everyone! We have obtained the greatest prize of all—Naisol-sama's helmet! We will return without fail and lay it before Naisol-sama's grave! Every one of us! Every one of us!!!"...