Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Episode 23 The Lord Has Been Blocked!

Beside Patrick, the knight Heinikel, who was charging forward, widened his eyes in surprise at the unexpected sight.

It was not important that his charge had seriously injured one of the enemy knights.

To penetrate the enemy lines, which were twice their number, the presence of the head of the family was essential.

To advance in this situation would be nothing but a suicide mission.

He gritted his teeth, turned his horse around, and attacked another knight, but even that was not easy.

Clang!

The moment his attack was blocked, he saw two enemy knights closing in on him from both sides.

The rest of the knights were in a similar situation.

Shift to defensive stance! Stay close together! The opportunity will come!

There were no knights among the enemies who could block their lord. They would definitely find a breakthrough.

It was a command based on that sole expectation, but soon after, an unbelievable scene unfolded before his eyes as five of the enemy knights pressured their lord.

The worst possible future he didnt even want to think about appeared before Heinikels eyes.

Are we losing in this war?

With a sense of impending defeat clouding his mind, the aged knight Heinikel had to battle his own despair first.

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The process of the knights being pushed back was clearly visible to the infantrymen following behind.

Even if they could not see each individual knights movements, it was clear that their sides charge was blocked and the entire formation was being pushed back.

The steps of the soldiers grew heavy without them realizing.

Gradually, the madness of the battlefield died down, only to be replaced by creeping fear.

And Rick was falling behind the most.

Ugh

Working within the manor as much as he did, he knew the situation of the war better than the average soldier.

And the more he realized, the more terrifying it got.

If the head of the family gets blocked, we will definitely lose

Naturally, his footsteps grew even heavier, and thats when something happened that chilled him to the bone.

Patapatapat.

Aaaahhhh!

Arrggh!

Gurk!

Suddenly, the soldiers marching in front of Rick collapsed in unison.

A surprise shower of arrows.

An arrow fell right in front of Ricks nose.

He felt a shiver run down his spine thinking about how, if he had taken just one more step, that arrow would have pierced his head.

Uh!

Frozen by fear that seized his whole body, Rick was pushed forward involitarily by the movement of his allies from behind.

Ah, no

His tongue was paralyzed with fear, and even if it moved, there was nothing he could do.

Looking around, he saw soldiers walking with steps as heavy as his, their faces pale with fear.

Probably, his own face was not much different from theirs.

No, no, no!

Despite Ricks panicked mind, the infantrymen steadily advanced with fear clearly written on their faces.

Moments later, they inevitably collided with the enemy at the front line.

Clang! Clang! Boom!

Amidst the cacophony of metallic sounds filling the battlefield, soldiers swung their weapons at each other in desperate combat.

Die!

You die first, you bastard!

It was only for a moment that the front line forces clashed fiercely, soon the Maclaine camp began to be pushed back gradually.

Lowered morale, insufficient numbers of troops.

It was a natural outcome given the unfavorable circumstances.

And it wasnt long before this difference resulted in a massacre.

The first line to break was, unfortunately, directly in front of Rick.

Aaaahhhh!

My arm, my arm!

S-Save me!

The son of the baker, young Johns arm was sliced off, and the shepherd Dereks heart was pierced through.

Peelps, a tenant farmer, had his throat cleanly cut, though his expression was too contorted in pain to call it a peaceful death.

Faces all too familiar to Rick fell to the ground, drenched in blood.

And there were other familiar faces falling one after the other.

Aaaahhhh!

As the front line collapsed and the sudden chaos ensued, Rick felt as if death was right before his eyes.

Even as he screamed, his body froze in place; but then suddenly, a spear thrust towards him.

Ah!

In a moment of survival instinct overpowering fear, he narrowly managed to evade.

A spear cut through the air where his head had been just a moment ago.

As he brushed the chills from his chest, the shaft of the spear had already struck Ricks head.

Die!

Thud.

Urk!

Above the tumbling Rick, an enemy soldier with a contorted face like a demon raised his spear.

Ah!

Thunk.

Rick screamed and rolled aside just as the spear plunged into the ground.

He managed to dodge once, but the onslaught didnt end there.

Die! Die! Die!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Rick had no choice but to roll desperately to avoid death.

Aaaahhhh!

Although he was sure he had never seen that face before, the man frenziedly drove down his spear as if they were sworn enemies, which made him feel resentful.

Thunk.

Just then, the enemys spear stopped abruptly due to a slightly odd sound.

Get up quickly! Take up your spear!

An ally helped him up.

The face looked somewhat familiar, but Ricks dazed mind couldnt recall who it was.

One thing was certain: this person had saved him.

He was the benefactor who had dealt with the madman.

Th-Thank you

Thunk.

But before he could even finish his gratitude, the benefactor was pierced through the neck.

Ghrk. Guk.

The benefactor collapsed with a grotesque cry, clutching the arrow that had penetrated his neck, reaching out to Rick as if to blame him, which sent shivers down his spine.

Heeek!

Rick let out a bizarre sound and collapsed to the ground.

I must, I must run. I have to escape

Overwhelmed by that one thought, he stumbled back and then suddenly took off running.

But his flight didnt last long.

Whaaa!

Aaaahhhh!

Screams and shouts filled the area; Rick, who had just come to his senses, stood still as if spellbound and looked around with vacant eyes.

Before he knew it, enemy soldiers had filled his field of vision.

Surrounded? Were, were losing? Is this how I die? All of us?

Even to his unstrategic eye, it looked like there was no chance of winning.

No, no. Im going to live. Ill survive!

Despite the fear, Rick dove back into the ranks, looking perhaps for some respite toward the rear.