Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

James arrived at the archer's position and, facing Oswald who was a head taller than him, delivered a powerful punch to Oswald's face without saying a word.

Oswald stumbled and nearly fell, and James immediately followed up with a second punch.

"You bastard, you're using your position to settle personal scores! I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch!"

"Wait a moment, Uncle."

Oswald calmly caught James's fist and pointed towards the front lines.

Rob was shot off his horse, the commander landed, and the Notos army was pushed back, with only two Northern Saints still putting up a stubborn resistance.

"Humph!"

James snorted coldly, said nothing more, mounted his horse, and prepared to head towards his own position.

Although Oswald's volley indiscriminately killed both his own troops and the enemy, shooting the enemy commander off his horse had a tremendous impact on the morale of Rob's army.

The third wave of soldiers charged out of Grap and joined the battle, pushing both lines forward once again.

"Hmph, just a cornered beast's struggle."

James returned to his position and looked at Girenius, who had been waiting under the Lion Banner of the Boreas. He called out to Girenius as he approached and said, "Girensius, when the enemy forces are in disarray, rush into the city and rescue Rudeus."

"As ordered!"

Kyrie Irwin nodded.

"Report! Lord Governor!"

Just as James was already planning how to divide the Notos family after the war, a sentry suddenly came to report.

"An enemy force is heading towards Prince Gravel!"

"What!?"

James looked toward the main camp and saw that Robb and King Vita were leading several dozen cavalrymen toward the central command tent.

"Damn it! Pretending to be shot off his horse to draw attention so he can head straight for the commander! Girenou! Go protect Prince Gravel!"

……

"Who's here?!"

"Report! It's Robert!"

"How many people are there? I'll pin him to the ground and kill him!"

Gravel stood on the hill, watching Rob, King Vita of the North, and dozens of cavalrymen fighting their way through the encirclement.

"I am Rob Notos Grellat! Anyone who stands in my way shall die!"

"I am Wei Ta, the King of the North. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way!"

Rob, brandishing his longsword, charged toward Gravel's camp with King Vitae of the North, shouting as they did so.

"Report! The first line of defense has been breached!"

"Report! The second line of defense has been breached!"

"Report! The third line of defense has been breached!"

One sentries after another came to report that a path piled high with corpses had been fought through behind Robert and North King Vita.

Gravel's face was ashen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He slammed his fist on the table in anger and roared, "Where is Oswald?! Where is James?! What are they doing?! Tens of thousands of men couldn't stop one Rob?!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, let's retreat!"

The guard said timidly.

"Impossible! Mere Robert, would I, the prince, be afraid of him?... What are you doing? Anyone who undermines morale will be executed!"

"This is His Majesty's arrangement! If you intend to execute us, let's wait until Your Highness is in a safe place first!"

Gravel drew his sword and was about to rush out of the tent when the guards rushed up, lifted him up, and carried him outside the army formation.

……

"Geravel! Prepare to die!"

A moment later, Rob and King Vita rushed into Gravel's tent.

"Tch, he got away."

Robert spat and walked to the military flag in the center of the camp, where the black three-headed dragon banner was fluttering in the wind.

"Snapped!"

Robb swung his sword, cut down the general's flag, stepped out of the tent, and shouted, "The Notos have won! The Notos have won!"

"Lord Rob, be careful!"

In an instant, as if his vision had been cut off, Robert's vision went completely dark. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground.

"vomit!"

Bei Wangwei.ta coughed up blood, clutching his abdominal wound, and drew his sword to face the beast-eared female swordsman before him.

"Lord Robert, I'll hold her off, you go quickly!"

Chapter 273: The Battle of Grepsha (Part 5)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 273] The Battle of Gripsha (Part 5)

Chapter 273: The Battle of Grepsha (Part 5)

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"I'll hold her off! Lord Rob, let's go!"

Vita clutched the wound in his abdomen. His spiked plate armor, gleaming with blood, bore a gash that ran through his abdomen after the earlier attack, and blood continued to flow out.

That attack just now was undoubtedly the ultimate technique of the Sword God Style—the Blade of Light.

The orc female swordswoman in front of them was clearly the sword king Kyrie Irwin, hired by the Boreas family.

"Looks like I need to be more serious, or I might lose my life."

Vita used his mouth to tear off his glove and stuffed it into the gap in the armor that had been cut open on his abdomen, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"Vita, get back alive."

Robert gave Vita a meaningful look, and Vita nodded in return. After their eyes met, Robert picked up the general's flag from the ground, mounted his warhorse, and was about to ride away.

Kyrie I immediately gave chase and tried to stop him, but Vita blocked his path.

"Don't mistake your opponent! Your opponent is Lord Northern King Wei Ta!"

Vita gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands with difficulty, brandishing the steel sword as he charged toward Gilead.

He is a king-level swordsman of the Northern God Style, and for the Northern God Style, charging straight at an opponent without any defense is a major taboo.

But he had no choice. He had a hundred ways to escape alive, but Rob didn't.

"Tsk!"

Kyrie Irvine's gaze was fierce and sharp. He swung his sword down with a backhand motion, the blade flashing as he executed the [Sword God Style] technique.

Vi. Ta, enduring the pain from the knife wound, managed to take the blow. He was no match for Kyrie Il's monstrous strength and could only use the armor on his shoulders to brace against the back of the blade, leaving the spiked armor pitted and uneven from the pressure.

"Instead of using the techniques that Hokugami-ryu excels at to survive, are you just buying time for your master here!?"

Kyrie Irvine noticed Vita's unusual behavior, and his arm muscles bulged instantly. Vita's knee was planted firmly on the ground, supporting him.

A pang of sorrow welled up in Girenu's heart at Vita's actions. She couldn't help but think of her lord who had passed away many years ago, but she would never have the chance to repay the kindness shown to her.

……

"Brothers! Let's have a feast and drinks when we get back to town!"

Robert looked up at the sun that was gradually setting in the west, waved his flag, and roared back.

He wanted to boost the morale of his soldiers in this way. Gravel's three-headed dragon banner had been cut down and captured. As long as they could safely retreat back to the city, the first day of battle could end in victory.

But he received no response. Only then did Rob notice that the dozens of cavalrymen who had charged with him had all fallen on the way.

"His Highness has decreed! Sever the head of Robert Nottos Grellat, and the reward will be one hundred gold pieces and a promotion of three ranks!"

"Kill Robert!"

"Kill Robert!"

Before Robert could catch his breath, Wang led his troops and surrounded him, blocking the path once again with a dense mass of soldiers.

He kicked the horse's belly hard, waving the general's flag. The flag spear at the top of the flag was made of iron ore from the continent of Becalit, an extremely powerful magical enhancement. Rob, who was already of superior strength in the Northern God Stream, had obtained a powerful weapon, and he charged through the crowd as if cutting melons and vegetables.

As the sun set, Rudius stood atop the city wall, observing the battlefield from afar. He saw Rob weaving through the enemy ranks, brandishing his flag and spear, piercing and sending flying enemy soldiers clad in Asura armor one after another.

“That’s a prince’s banner in Rob’s hand!”

"Lord Robert has cut down the banner!!"

"How powerful Lord Rob is!"

The soldiers guarding the city and the remaining twenty-odd magicians were also inspired by Rob's valiant figure.

Does anyone have a binding scroll?

Rudius asked.

"I have one here."

A surviving magician took out a binding scroll from his robes, walked up to Rudeus, and said, "This is the last binding scroll. What do you intend to do, Lord Rudeus?"

"You know how to use it, right?"

Rudius stretched out his hands and said, "Don't ask any more questions, just put them on me."

"Huh?"

"If you want Rob to come back alive, do as I say."

……

The brothers, North Saint Jad and Nakur, were leading the remaining men against the ever-surging King's army.

During the time that Rob launched his surprise attack on the main camp, Wang's reinforcements gradually entered the battlefield. The already isolated and helpless garrison of Grep City was even more stretched thin. If it weren't for the two Northern Saints buying time for Rob at the front, Wang's army might have already breached the gates of Grep City.

"Lord Robb! Look! It's Lord Robb!"

"Lord Rob is so brave, we can't fall behind, Brother Jade!"

"Brothers! Hold on! We're going to bring Lord Rob back!"

Seeing Robert waving his general's flag, the two brothers from the North Saints and the remaining soldiers were encouraged and fought with increasing ferocity. Meanwhile, the morale of the King's army was damaged after his general's flag was cut down, and the battle line once again showed a tendency to advance.

"O God of the Unknown! Answer my call and shatter the enemy! —Stone Cannon!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as Rob was about to return to his army, Oswald suddenly appeared on the flank of Rob's army with a class of two hundred mages. With a volley of rock cannonballs, Rob's army, which had just gained some momentum, was immediately pushed back.

"All troops! Retreat back into the city!"

Rob roared.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Another volley of fire followed, with Wang leading his troops and the mage squad's magical attacks pressing forward step by step, forcing North Saint Jad and Nakur to retreat with the remaining forces.

Rob finally broke through the encirclement, but it looked like he was about to be surrounded again.

"Help! I'm being killed! Help me!"

The sudden cry for help drew the attention of almost everyone on the battlefield. Oswald looked closely and saw Rudius tied to the flagpole of the city tower, with soldiers on both sides holding knives to his neck, and twenty-one magicians standing side by side behind him.

Robert seized the opportunity, kicked the horse hard in the belly, and galloped back towards his own lines.

"Don't let him go!"

Wang led his soldiers forward, and if Robert were even slightly slower, he would be surrounded again.

With a split second to spare, the brothers North Saint Jad and Nakur rode forward to meet them, pulling the front line forward once again.

Finally, Rob returned to his own army.

Oswald's lips curled slightly as he raised his whip, signaling to halt the attack.

Rob's army slowly spread out, leaving a path. Rob lightly kicked his horse's flank, walked to the middle of the path, waved Gravel's general's flag in the wind, looked contemptuously at the king's commander in front of the lines, raised his chest, and roared in the posture of a victor: