Chapitre 49: THE THIRD COMPANY OF MARCOG ARMY (2)
*Author Note: Captain Van Driel's POV
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I must admit that the one who designed the Marcog Army were ridiculously genius. Seems like they were aware of the huge disadvantage of being monotonic forces which its members have consisted only from Nevernian peoples, or only from Herencia Continent peoples.
The scariest things only exist in Niujvantara archipelagos as well as Vajya too were the existing of a strange illness called marsh fever, remittent fever, intermittent fever, or hill fever. There is no marsh fever in Herencia.
Once a person has contracted the disease with symptoms such as fever with regular temperature fluctuations, lack of blood, enlargement of the spleen and disruption of the blood to the brain causing coma and be delirious, it is certain that the person is on the verge of death.
To avoid foolish annihilation due to disease attack, those designers intentionally build this army as multiple ethnicities. They were well understood about the greediness within a human soul.
I have seen many noble's sons which is foolishly underestimated the curse of marsh fever. They were just arrogant blockhead who always looked down anyone around him. Maybe they thought marsh fever will never dare to reach them. And they begged for help when this strange illness had already reached its final assault. That arrogant bastard pay with their life. I have seen this many times. And I get bored with them.
I guess I just thought in my sleep. That's crazy.
I hope it's not a bad omen. I hope. I don't know, why my heart feeling uneasiness since the night comes.
"Capt! Please wake up! This is Van Delsen ! I have an urgent report!"
Damn it. Curse you Van Delsen! I just fall asleep, yet you bugging for some report.
" Come in, Van Delsen !"
" Sir, you got to see this.."
I decided to come out of my own tent.
" Reporting to Captain ! This First Private Van Hersen, the officer on night watch duty, second shift! I just found a soil full of blood at the river bank. "
" Did you think it was human's blood ?"
" No Sir, I don't know !"
My heart is beating faster. There is something wrong.
"Or maybe, black magic attack? God damn it !"
" Hersen! Put out all fires. Every fire including that bonfire !"
" Yes, Sir !"
" Delsen, act according to my order, pass my command to everyone. Wake them up! Be vigilant! Be ready for battle anytime from now. Our enemy is closer than we thought !"
" Yes, Sir !"
Those two quickly act according to my commands. In just a matter of time, all surrounding us were immersed in the pitch black of the night. It's blackout but I can feel the tension around me. We will face an unknown enemy, something that we don't have any knowledge about them before. And that was the most deadly risk of being a conqueror.
Far there in the dark of the night, I can sense they are moving. One by one, lurk and ready to assault anytime we make a wrong move.
Everyman in my army was ready. Their tense along with their breath sometimes could be heard to my ears.
Sometimes I could smell the stench of blood, but I did not dare to make the first move. I don't know them, but seems they know about us.
This mental pressure was really exhausting.
I was sweaty.
And my soldiers too. Sometimes the rancid smell of their sweat was brought by the wind blows and they invited more mosquitos. Those little insects were biting us here and there. They really made our position more miserable. I have to scratch my own body here and there. I believe my men also endured the same torture.
I swear to kick every soldier of mine who refuse to take a bath, after these.
This tense was really annoying.
Maybe the one who responsible for this action really genius in torturing people. I swear I'll find you later.
The sounds of night insects slowly replaced by the sound of bird's chirping. From afar, I could hear the rooster's crowing.
The pitch black of the night gradually changed into the shine of the beautiful morning. Everything that was immersed in the night's cloak reveals its true self.
I could see the tired face of my comrades. I could see the black bag behind their eyes.
And I could see the true form of our enemies.
I believe that even the cruelest warriors in the world will get heart shaken by this sceneries.
There are many of them. Too many.
Swarming around us, surrounding us from every direction.
Watching us expressionlessly with their cold-blooded eyes. Waiting any of us create something wrong.
No wonder, I could not detect their aura.
They were not even human.
They were the embodiment of killing machine in the form of a swamp thing.
I could hear Delsen's breath. He looked nervous.
" Hey, Capt! What were those things? They looked ferocious." He whispered to me.
" Those were the swarm of crocodiles. They were a cruel carnivore. Beware. Don't make any sounds."
One of my soldiers made a raw count about them. They were about four hundred crocs.
" That many?"
" Sssst ! Be quiet!"
Just like a demon's curses, our attempt to handle over this situation end up premature.
From unknown directions, there come bloody packages thrown over our place.
Bluk!
The stench of blood immediately triggering crocs predator instinct.
Begin by very aggressive moves and the splashed water everywhere, they assaulted us.
The battle cry resounded here and there. And our most perished war began.
"Arrrrrrrghhh !!!"
"Attack!"
"Archers, shoot them !"
"Noooo ... help me, help me...." One of my men were captured and dragged to the water by crocs.
The stench of human blood inviting another swarm of crocs to come to our place.
They outnumbered us.
"Arggh.. my feet, me feet... help me...!"
"Delseeeen !" I tried to help him, but some of these crocs tried to target me.
I cried for him. I couldn't save him. My childhood friend.
His voice was gone, his body was dragged to the riverbed.
"Noooooo.... Delseeeen !"
" Sir, calm down Sir!" Van Helsen tried to hold me. But it was his last attempt, another big crocs strike his feet and then dragged him deep into the riverbed.
That was too fast.
They were long starving.
And they have now had a party with us as their food.
Cursed Magelang Kingdom !
I looked everywhere. There were only swords, spears, boots, pieces of clothes without its owner. This bloody morning now quiet.
Where was the crocs ?
I am all alone.
Driven by anger, I lift my sword and pointed my matchlock muskets toward the river.
" Come out, Crocs. I, Captain Van Driel, third company of the Marcog Forces challenge you to life and death duel!"
Then I fired my matchlock muskets towards the river.
Bang !
I reload again.
Bang !
I reload again.
Zap !!
"Argh..."
It was a pain! I could not believe it. Something penetrates my throat. Maybe an arrow?
Zapp !!! "Gakh!..."
So it was they who had a plan this malicious event toward our forces. I refuse to believe..
No, it cant be.
All the peoples here supposed not to be too smart. They're supposed to be our slave, who worked till the death for the sake of our Queen.
I refused to believe.
It's hurt. My knees feel weak.
Brug !
The ground looks closer, and the sky's blue.
Long live my Queen!
I'm tired.
Let me sleep.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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