I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd - I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd chapter 90

Episode 90. killing women (2)

As I recall, the Amazons were allies of Troia.

The record of Penthesilea is inaccurate as each writer differs, but we do know that she was killed by Achilles’ sword while fighting to avenge Hector’s enemies…

I turn my head.

Hector is here.

“Sons of Priam! Come down!!!!”

Penthesilea is over there.

So… it’s an enemy.

No, no. Think again.

Considering that the allied forces of Agamemnon and Achaia ravaged and conquered not only Troy but also western Asia Minor, the other side, which had to plunder while traveling around the Black Sea, was worth participating in the war.

Even in Hollywood movies, when aliens invade, they fight together with the Soviet Union.

Well, even while I was lost in such thoughts, another spearhead flew in and crashed close to the castle wall.

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Looking down, it seems that Penthesilea, with a sad expression on her face, is screaming.

Watching this, Priam touches his temple as if his head is pounding, then points to me and Hector.

“Paris, Hector, as I just ordered, lead 500 men each. They will not stop plundering, as long as we hold out in the castle, and soon they will reach other cities along the coast.

We must stop their looting here.”

Priam affirms and hands the sword from his waist to Hector. Hector gets down on one knee to receive him, then immediately gets up and looks around.

“…is the tank waiting?”

“About 20 people are waiting.”

Theo looks down at the walls and says, and this time Hector looks in my direction.

“Paris, what do you mean?”

“It’s in Anchises’s stable now.”

“Take it. I need to prepare my wagon too.”

With those words, Hector leads the other princes down the wall with just a glance.

My brother Deiphobus, whom I have only heard of, and Helenus, whom I have met several times in the Temple of Apollo, also follow Hector fully armed.

“…”

“Paris? I will lead the horse. It would be good to prepare for departure.”

“Oh yeah. Thank you, Theo.”

Being the first commander…

After belatedly descending to the bottom of the wall, 500 of my subordinates gathered under the flag caught my eye.

500 people. The number of students is less than that of most middle school students.

But it’s the largest troop I’ve ever dealt with.

“…From among them, raise your hands, starting with those holding crossbows.”

About one-fifth of them raise their hands.

“The ones with steel arms?”

A little over half this time.

···good night. good.

At this opportunity, I understood the current situation of the Trojan militia to some extent.

“The ones holding the crossbows are out of the back. The rest of the infantry provides cover for the crossbowmen. And… the tankmen.”

Just then, Theo brings Bucephalus. As I climbed on top of it and drew my sword, the citizen soldiers cheered.

“Follow me.”

Soon the northern gates open, and Hector’s army moves out first.

I am nervous as I see 500 people rushing to the battlefield in a bottleneck, and a tank approaches me in front.

“Brother Paris, would it be all right if you didn’t get on the tram?”

“Ah, Helenus.”

A boy with a calm expression approaching with long wavy hair. Wearing the iron armor made of Antandros that I distributed to the royals, I am riding a chariot embossed with a horse’s head pattern on the front.

Prophet, high priest of the Temple of Apollo.

“Why didn’t you join Hector?”

“My older brother ordered me to participate in the war as an aide-de-camp to Paris. You’re not used to fighting like this.”

That’s right.

Even though Theo can give advice on sword fighting, a war involving hundreds is not the domain of a single soldier.

Perhaps reading the positive meaning from my expression, Helenus points to the northern gate and says.

“The enemy anchored with their back to the Simoes River (Σιμόεις, a river that flows one or two kilometers north of Troia).

They provoked us, but it’s probably because of the Queen’s benevolence, and their goal is to plunder the houses and fields near the river and leave.”

Helenus’ finger moves from left to right along the river Simoneis in the sea.

“So, while Hector confronts the chariots led by Queen Penthesileia, we can dash toward the river and drive the plunder-obsessed enemies to the boats on the shore.”

“hmm···”

“Why is that?”

“Couldn’t we just go straight to their ship and throw down the torches and burn them all down?”

“…that’s not okay.”

“Why?”

“Think of them like natural disasters that come back periodically. If you don’t want to capture the queen, you’ll get more tired.

In the first place, the defense of the ship side will be thorough, so if we go on the attack for nothing, our side will only suffer more damage.”

“…that’s right.”

“yes.”

I don’t like something.

“Paris-sama!!”

Just then, Odysseus, who led about 50 soldiers from behind, joins them. Since he came as a guest, there would be no chariot, so he naturally joins the foot soldiers.

As Hector’s coves all slipped out of the castle wall, our army also slowly left through the gate.

“First we lead the tanks and cut through the enemy infantry, then we advance the infantry and we retreat. After that, if you open fire with the archers, the enemies will also retreat.”

Citizens armed with their own money and gathering, bronze weapons that are still rare.

Of course, the strategy and tactics are also very simple. I nodded at Helenos’ opinion and took hold of the reins.

Soon the plains of northern Troia unfold before my eyes.

Five or six tanks line up next to me.

waiting for my order

Slowly tap Bucephalus’ waist with your thigh, and when you give a signal, Bucephalus snorts excitedly.

I say after gently stroking the mane of a horse entering battle for the first time.

“Advance.”

The chariots move with a shout.

***

“Turn left!!”

Hector quickly looks around and gives instructions to the coachman. When the skilful coachman swerves just fast enough to keep the chariot from overturning, Hector, clinging to the railing, throws down a javelin from the other hand.

The javelin whistled through the air and pierced the chest of a warrior who was shouting at him. As he fell off the chariot, the terrified coachman ran away.

It was the first death of a tanker in this battle.

In other words, the one who had just fallen by Hector’s spear was the first noble bloodline to die in this battle.

“Alexandra!! Damn it, get the prince!!!!”

“Captivate!!”

At her death, the Amazon warriors roared around, aiming at Hector’s chariot wheels and horses. He’s too valuable a prisoner to kill in the middle of a bout of plunder.

But Hector’s chariot squeezes through enemies with smoother, more graceful curves than any other chariot.

Hector had meanwhile thrown a couple more javelins, all of which hit the enemy’s horse and driver. The Amazon warriors, who had lost their mobility, got off the wagon in a fit of rage.

“Grab it and take off the armor!”

When Hector shouts, Troy’s noble chariots also shout and run towards the Amazon’s chariots. To collect the fallen corpse, to collect the ransom and armor.

The Amazon’s chariots, retreating from Hector’s attack, also turn and run toward the corpse of their comrade for the honor of the dead.

Soon, active bartering of javelins and bloodshed begins to take place between the fast-running tanks.

This lively market is only for seasoned customers, so the price you can get is different depending on your bargaining skills.

From the annoyance of the opponent who scratched the armor and shield,

paralyzed limbs,

or heart,

Until death.

Each eagerly engaged in the trade, and each paid his own price.

In that Asaripan, Hector tenaciously pursued the back of the most splendid chariot.

“Daughter of Otrere! don’t you know honor? Your father, Ares, is turning a blind eye to shame!!”

To catch the Queen of the Amazons.

Penthesilea’s chariot does not stop and gallops despite Hector’s provocation.

Whether the coachman’s skill is not usually good, Hector’s chariot overturns or stops, and he is choosing an escape route.

However, this is not an ordinary word.

Descendants of the gods Anchises, who was still shedding tears of blood in Dardanos, presented for the brothers Hector and Paris.

It was a payment for the beautiful young Ganymede sitting on Zeus’ lap and acting cute on Olympus.

The two horses snorted, deftly dodging the pikes of their enemies, forcing Hector to advance right next to the Queen’s chariot.

Hector tightens the javelin’s hand, and the coachman tightens the reins to slow it down.

When the speed of the two chariots is equal, in Hector’s eyes, the Queen’s chariot appears to be stationary.

And, Priam’s son throws a spear like a shot.

– Kiki Kiki Kiki Geek!!!!

The spear hits between the spokes and completely stops the left wheel of the cart.

As one wheel is broken, the queen’s chariot rubs against the ground as if it’s on fire.

The shock causes the coachman and the helmeted queen to fall from the chariot.

Hector also jumps from the slowed chariot and runs towards the fallen queen. The foot soldiers hurriedly following from behind cover him with shields.

Then, catch the fallen queen and take off her helmet.

“…that’s crazy, Prince of Troy.”

A strange woman grinned as if she couldn’t stand her joy.

***

As explained earlier, the operation is simple.

Sweep it all with a tank, and when the enemy is out of their senses, hit them with infantry.

That is the alpha and omega of ancient tactics.

What if it’s a rough area where you can’t use a tram? Then it’s just a bunch of guys with knives.

Fortunately, near Troia is a vast open area. It is a perfect environment for tanks to be active.

Enemies were scavenging supplies from warehouses spread out sparsely along the riverside, and were taking people for slavery from private houses.

It is about one kilometer from the walls of Troy to reach them.

In the meantime, I did not lose sight of the reins and gradually built up speed.

“For Troia!!”

The shock was delivered to the chest of a certain warrior who was dragging a man who was naked and weeping.

Her bronze breastplate was pierced neatly by my spearhead, and her body flew lightly through the air before burying itself in the dirt.

Probably broken ribs or whatever.

Even then, in spite of this, he crawled far and pointed his spear at me.

“Paris, I will take care of it.”

Theo, driving the chariot of Helenus, who was following him, crushed the warrior’s calf with the wheels of his chariot.

A scream that seemed to rip through the sky. And so her last outburst was over.

“Damn it, the Trojan bastards are here!!”

As if that scream had become the beginning of something, tension and hostility spread in the air in an instant.

As the high and rapid shouts of warning spread, the soldiers who were intoxicated with arson and slaughter all began to twist their spears and throw them at us.

One unlucky chariot was hit by the spear and overturned.

When he glanced back, the coachman was 100 percent dead because his back was folded upside down, and the warrior next to him, as luck would have it, trudged up, drew his sword, and hurriedly turned around and ran to join the foot soldiers.

“Where are you looking!!”

When I looked back, a spear flew at me at an acute angle of about 30 degrees to the ground.

“Bucephalos!”

But my words were clever.

Bucephalus momentarily bent his knees, turned slightly, and thanks to that, the spear lightly brushed the back armor of my bent upper body, but did not strike anything.

…My back tingled slightly.

I drew my sword and decapitated a brave warrior who threw a spear at me.

Blood gushed out of that crushed cross section and soaked my sleeve.

Other than that, the flying javelins didn’t do much damage to me.

While the other tank soldiers hid behind the wall of the tank or leaned on their shields to avoid and block the javelin, I, a ‘cavalryman’ running alone, had a small area of attack, so I quickly squeezed through the gaps that the enemies were embarrassed by and cut countless heads.

I stamped the enemy’s shoulder, split the enemy’s forehead, and carved an indelible tattoo on the enemy’s chest in blood.

And Bucephalos, true to his name, did not slow down for a moment.

“It’s a prince! It’s Prince Paris!!”

“Everyone, stay in the building over there! Soon the infantry will follow and protect you!!”

Of course, he did not forget to evacuate the subjects he greeted in the middle.

The foot soldiers who secretly and slowly followed us were tasked with cleaning up the soldiers who were horrified by the impact of the tank soldiers or collecting and protecting the refugees.

···Seunggi is on the rise faster than you think.

The enemy would not have been easy enough to burn countless villages along the coast, and they would have been prepared for our attack in their own way…

ah.

I look at my blood-stained sword, look at the appropriately barded Bucephalus, and think.

Because of me.

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Looking around, my allies are entangled with enemies from a distance, except for Helenus, and the enemies near me are retreating quietly, not daring to approach.

With a mobility that alone could not exist in this era, I dug deep into the enemy soldiers and demoralized them.

Intoxicated with the pleasure of that strange reality, I immediately accelerated and smashed the chest of the enemy in front with my Bucephalus forefeet.

The rest of the soldiers hold out their hands to pull me down. I cut off even those wrists and ran.

My subjects call out my name. Enemies see me and back away. My soldiers cheer when they see me.

blood boils…

“Paris-sama!!”

Theo’s voice.

Turning around at the sudden shout, I saw a dot.

no. not a point

It is a line segment viewed from the perfect front.

Because it was flying right towards me, the one-dimensional object seemed to shrink into a small dot.

As such, it was difficult for me to measure the distance between ‘it’ and me.

When I realized later that it was a javelin.

It was too late to dodge.

“sh*t!!”

Theo, who was acting as Helenus’ coachman, hurriedly jumps off the chariot in front of me. Helenus, who hurriedly took over the reins, shouted something like a scream.

Theo jumped with his shield between me and the javelin.

The javelin pierces the shield and grazes Theo’s shoulder.

Theo goes round.

“This is Penthesilea!”

Before I can even scream, Helenus’ voice rings out. Helenus threw the javelin with one unbridled hand.

The direction the javelin was facing was a tank running towards us.

Helenus’ javelin was pointed and accurate. Enough to pierce the coachman’s head.

However, the speed seems to be lacking.

The warrior on the chariot also threw down the javelin, and to their surprise, it hit the javelin thrown by Helenus and changed its trajectory.

“…”

“…”

Rather, it would be more realistic to say that I dropped a flying bird.

When Helenus and I paused for a moment, the warrior picked up another javelin and threw it straight away.

no it was shot

When he turned his head, Helenus had jumped out of the chariot, and Helenus’ chariot, with its hull pierced, ran without its owner.

“Two princes, one annoying guy…”

said the warrior.

Ares’ daughter.

great queen.

“I don’t know if these will be worth the price of giving up Priam’s firstborn son.”

As she took off her helmet, Penthesilea’s eyes burned like craters.