Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"We are willing!"

“We are people born and raised in the Milpotts territory, and have received the favors of the Notos family for generations. We have no reason not to draw our swords for Lord Robert!”

The retainers all expressed their loyalty, and Rob's eyes seemed to have regained their former brilliance.

"Then I will immediately announce the battle plan to everyone. There are two objectives for this operation: one is to secure the supplies for Commander Wang, and the other is to capture Gravel's banner!"

"Taking advantage of the internal turmoil within the royal army, we will seize their provisions and bring them into the city. This will allow us to hold out for a longer period. As for cutting down Gravel's banner again, I do not believe His Majesty the King can tolerate Prince Gravel's repeated defeats. When His Majesty the King personally orders the conquest of Milpotz, that will be our moment of victory!"

Chapter 279: The Bond of Inevitable Victory

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 279] The Bond of Victory

Chapter 279: The Bond of Inevitable Victory

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"Rudius, I remember you're about to become a father too."

During a break in organizing the assembled troops, Rob asked Rudius.

"Yes, I had already been here for three months when I came from the capital."

Rudius shook his head, his lips trembling slightly, and said with a wry smile, "Thanks to Lord Robert, it has been five months now."

"Haha, you're even trying to be lazy with me."

Rob threw his head back and laughed, then punched Rudius hard on the shoulder, saying, "It's not good to complain about someone who's about to die."

"Don't say such unlucky things."

As Rudius walked towards the city wall, he stopped on the steps and joked, "What if His Majesty the King takes pity on your talent and lets you live?"

"That's very kind of you."

Rob glanced at the troops that were gathering, then turned to look at Rudius, staring intently into his eyes.

A sudden silence fell between the two, and Rudius did not avoid the gaze that Rob cast at him.

In Rob's hawk-like, sharp eyes, Rudius seemed to see his past and future.

Qi Chu came into this world without knowing why, and naively began to come into contact with the people and things he saw. Soon after, his life was turned into a mess by all sorts of rules in this world. He gained joy and lost treasures. After one joy and sorrow after another, he armed himself, said things he didn't mean, and participated in the struggle and killing between people time and time again.

Both Rob and Rudeus were eventually swept up in the rules of this world, and they decided to risk their lives for that most precious thing.

"From now on, I'll be entrusting Robin to your care, Rudeus."

Rob's cracked lips opened and closed, ending their silence. After speaking, he unfastened his sword and tossed it to Rudius, then raised his arm in a gesture of respect before walking toward the warhorse that was waiting for him in front of the army.

Rudius took Rob's sword without saying a word and turned to walk towards the city wall.

And he had a definite answer in his heart.

"There seems to be something similar between me and Rob, let's call it a bond."

Both are fathers, but one is for his born son and his deceased wife, while the other is for the unborn child and the women waiting for his return.

"Rob will definitely come back alive, and he will definitely live to the end. You want to die out there and leave your child to me? Do you think I'm your wife? Don't even think about that, you bastard."

Rudius cursed under his breath and continued walking along the city wall.

The magic circle that had almost swallowed the entire class of mages still glowed with a pale blue light. With the magic power that Rudeus had previously injected, it could still withstand a few more spells like Dragon Breath. However, in the subsequent battles, the remaining twenty-odd people in the class also perished.

Looking at the magic circle, Rudeus had been wondering why, even though the magical power injected into the magic circle far exceeded the Dragon Breath cast by the king's thousand-strong magician corps, the magicians in the mage class were still affected.

Under the cold moonlight, the magnificent flames swayed in the warm breeze, and flying insects kept flying towards the bright yellow core of the flame, eventually turning into ashes and dissipating into the air.

Rudius drew Rob's sword, the gleaming steel blade easily severing the torch. The burning torch went out as it fell, turning into charred embers that landed on the ground.

"The entire army!"

Robert shouted, turned his horse around, and raised the weapon handed to him by a servant.

It was a spear-shaped object made from the flag spear of Gravel, which had been cut down in the first battle. It was an extremely high-quality magical enhancement, and when wielded by Rob, who possessed the strength of a high-level Northern God, it could unleash power exceeding that of a Saint.

Due to the legends of the Spelud tribe, long-handled weapons are rarely seen in the Kingdom of Asra, even on the battlefield.

Gathered before Rob were the remaining three thousand cavalrymen and eighteen thousand infantrymen.

"drink!"

The soldiers responded in unison.

When Rob raised his flag and waved it at the front of the battle, morale soared, as if real Speruds were there to support him.

When the devil becomes your ally, the only one who feels fear is the enemy.

"Gentlemen, although the enemy is at our gates and we are surrounded, we must not die bearing the stigma of being traitors on trumped-up charges!"

Rob's deep voice resonated throughout the entire army: "We shed our blood for this land of Milpotz, we draw our swords to protect the people and things we cherish, and at the same time, we are loyal to the King's blade. The First Prince thinks he can make us bow down? Absolutely not!"

"Discard any unrealistic fantasies. The First Prince, Gravel Binlifen Asra, attempted to reduce us to ashes with the Dragon Breath, but the gods knew it was the delusional wish of a cunning villain. Not only did we survive, but we also seized Gravel Binlifen Asra's banner!"

"And today, the scales of justice have once again tipped in our favor. Many wise men in that cunning villain's army have been inspired by the gods. Now, the divine fire will burn alongside us. We will pass on the sacred flame and let it reach the capital! Let His Majesty the King witness our loyalty and vindicate our struggle!"

The city gates slowly opened, and Robert, waving his general's flag, charged out of the city at the forefront.

"Knights of Notos, soldiers of Milpotts, tonight's battle will determine the meaning of our fighting and holding out. Cavalry, follow me into the enemy lines and seize Gravel's banner. Infantry, our objective is the King's army's provisions, to replenish the flames of divine grace!"

"All troops! Attack!"

"kill!"

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Royal Capital Ars, Boreas Manor

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Sylphie slowly opened her eyes. She hadn't slept soundly today, even though she had become very sleepy ever since she found out she was pregnant with Rudeus's child.

Sometimes after breakfast, I would go back to my room, sit on the bed, and fall asleep in no time. On another occasion, I slept from noon until dinner the next day.

She lifted the blanket and gently rubbed her slightly protruding belly with her slender, pale hands. The four-month-old fetus wasn't very big yet; to Hilfi, her belly looked as big as if she had just eaten a very large meal.

"squeak……"

"Who?"

The bedroom door opened, and Silphie whirled around, her alert body ready to engage in battle at any moment.

“Hilufiette, it’s me.”

That was Alice's voice.

Hilfi watched as the tall figure climbed onto her bed and unceremoniously pulled back the covers to lie down inside.

"Miss Alice, are you having trouble sleeping too?"

"Hilfi said softly."

"I have insomnia. Since you usually sleep so well, I thought sleeping in the same bed with you might help."

Alice said.

"Miss Alice."

"Ok?"

"Do you think something might have happened to Rudy?"

"Snoring~ Snoring~ Snoring~"

Chapter 280: The Decisive Charge

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 280] Decisive Charge

Chapter 280: The Decisive Charge

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The battlefield, scorched and cracked by the intense heat of the Dragon Breath and drenched in the blood of thousands of soldiers, rotted and stinked in the summer air of the Kingdom of Asura.

"First wave! Attack!"

"Second wave! Attack!"

At Rob's command, the troops in Grapple split into two groups and attacked the king's army.

The first wave consisted of the Notos cavalry, led by Robb and comprising all 3,500 cavalrymen, along with 5,000 elite infantrymen. Taking advantage of the internal strife within the royal army, they charged straight at Gravel's main camp.

The second force consisted of 10,000 infantrymen led by the brothers North Saint Jad and Nakur. While the first force led by Robert launched a surprise attack on the enemy lines, they circled around to the rear of the battlefield to seize the enemy's supplies.

The remaining three thousand soldiers were responsible for the defense of Grip.

Robert led the way, followed closely by the cavalry and elite infantry. The closer they got to the army led by the king, the stronger the smell of charred corpses became, and the stronger the heat of the fire in the camp became.

The flames shot into the sky, with thick black smoke billowing around the bright yellow-orange-red flames.

The closer he got, the harder Robert gripped his horse's legs, his arms pushing the flagpole forward as he charged ahead.

The cavalrymen, watching Rob's determined figure, also sensed an omen of victory.

They formed a wedge-shaped charging formation, transforming into a sharp blade that pierced straight towards Wang's chest.

"Boom boom boom..."

Amidst the already chaotic royal army, over a thousand of Darius's private soldiers, who had sworn allegiance to Gravel and joined his ranks, were fighting as the vanguard against over five thousand mutinous soldiers within Darius's army.

Neither side noticed the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.

"That's him! It's Robert!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Rob is here! Rob is here!"

The soldiers near the edge of the battle formation noticed the commotion, but no one paid them any attention.

"Run! Run!"

They racked their brains and desperately tried to squeeze into the army formation, but before they had taken more than a few steps, a chilling wind swept through the entire formation.

"Robert's here! Run! Run!"

"Help!"

"Help!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Rob led the Notos cavalry in a charge through the enemy lines, followed by elite infantry who formed a neat square sword formation. After the cavalry's charge, they entered the enemy ranks and began to mop up the remaining enemy.

The soldiers on the periphery were like headless flies, running around aimlessly in the army formation. They were either trampled and turned into rotten flesh under the hooves of the Notos cavalry's charge, or they were ruthlessly chased and killed by the infantry in the army formation, falling to the ground one after another with serious injuries, as if they were cutting grass.

"What! It's Rob!?"

"The enemy outnumbers us! Brothers! Let's show Prince Gravel our bravery! Charge!"

After a brief charge, some centurions from Gravel's camp spotted Notos's cavalry and the infantry that had charged into their ranks. As former elites of Darius's private army, they immediately launched a counterattack against Rob's army after exchanging words, in order to demonstrate their loyalty to Gravel.

Rob led Notos' cavalry, charging left and right, cutting through enemy lines from both sides, until he finally located the direction of Gravel's main camp. Aiming at the general's banner ahead, he shouted, "Target Gravel's banner!! Follow me and capture it!!!"

"kill!"

The cavalry, having received their orders, followed Robert and charged toward Gravel's main force, colliding with Gravel's counterattacking army.

Amidst the raging fire, the dark yellow-gray sky loomed over the people's heads. In the midst of the army, shouts of battle and cries of agony blended together. Dark red blood pooled together, forming small puddles that splashed onto the ground under the hooves of horses or the boots of soldiers.

In the midst of the melee, Robert led the first few hundred cavalrymen into the rear of the enemy army, brandishing their flags and spears, and successively beheaded seventeen or eighteen centurions and five or six chiliarchs, cutting off the enemy's formation.

Seeing that their rear was under attack, the centurions at the front ordered their soldiers to provide support, unaware that Robert's infantry was also advancing, creating a pincer movement between the two lines.

After a period of resistance, the Gravel army, unable to defend both ends, scattered and fled in all directions.

But after only a few steps, Rob and Notos's cavalry caught up again.

A faint white light rose in the distant east, and the murky colors of night were gradually fading.

The army that once numbered over ten thousand was now less than three thousand, and could only be slaughtered like meat on a chopping board.

Rob continued charging forward, brandishing his flagpole. Gravel's flag was getting closer and closer, almost within reach, as if it were just inches away.

"The general's flag is right in front of us! All troops! Attack!"

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