Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

One evening, the legion set up camp by a river, and Donga was assigned to scout the upstream area, accompanied by two young cavalrymen.

They rode along the river for about five miles without finding any enemy activity, but they arrived at a small village by the river, which had already been completely looted.

Houses were burned down, fields were trampled, and several corpses lay by the roadside, already beginning to decompose. Judging from their clothing, they were all civilians.

"Was it Donadi's army that did it?" a young cavalryman asked, trembling.

Dongga dismounted to inspect the body. The wounds on the corpse were rough, unlike those of a regular army. It seemed more like a militia temporarily conscripted, like the men Dongga had brought from Buyena village. Moreover, the body had been thoroughly looted, and even the women's copper jewelry had been torn off.

Upon returning to the camp, they heard arguing. Several soldiers were fighting over the unfair distribution of food and were whipped by officers before being thrown into makeshift cages.

In the distance, soldiers were singing softly, a folk song about their hometown and loved ones, its melody mournful, drifting in the night wind.

……

On the seventh day, the legion crossed the hilly region on the western border of the Fetoa territory and entered the plains of the Donadi territory.

At this time, Dongjia brought back news: an army of about five thousand men had set up camp ten kilometers to the north, and their banner was the green flag with a white wolf of the Zephyrus family.

"The main force of the Zephyrus family has run into us here."

York said, "The order is to stop them and not let them go east."

The next morning, the vanguard of the Zephyrus family's army appeared on the horizon.

The battle broke out before noon, with Donadi's army attempting to break through a pass in the hilly area, while Roja's army was ordered to hold it to the death.

Dongjia's 3rd Cavalry Regiment was dispatched to the flank, preparing to charge the enemy's flank after the infantry engaged.

Looking down on the battlefield from the hilltop, thousands of people were fighting in the narrow valley, the clanging of swords, the screams of the wounded, and the booming of war drums and horns all mixed together.

"Prepare to charge!" The captain raised his longsword high.

The cavalry began to advance slowly, gradually increasing their speed. Donga gripped his lance and adjusted his shield to the right position. Beside him, Little Tom's face was ashen, but he clenched his teeth and tried his best to maintain formation.

The warhorses sped up, the wind whistling past their ears, and Dongga's world shrank to just a few feet in front of them: the enemy's shield wall, the swaying spears, and the fearful eyes peeking through the gaps in their armor.

At the moment of impact, the whole world turned upside down.

Dongga's spear pierced through the shield and into the chest of an enemy soldier, but the spear was stuck in the enemy's body and could not be pulled out. The cavalryman who broke through the enemy formation was blocked in the crowd and could not move an inch. He released the spear shaft, drew his sword, and slashed left and right. Blood splattered on his face, warm and sticky.

In the chaos, he glimpsed that Little Tom had been stabbed in the thigh by an enemy soldier and had fallen from his horse. Dongga immediately turned his horse around and charged in that direction. His sword severed the arm of an enemy soldier and then pierced the throat of another.

When he arrived, Little Tom had already stood up again, climbed back onto the horse, and was holding a bloodstained longsword in his hand.

The battle continued until dusk, the valley was stained red with blood, and the fallen soldiers covered the ground like harvested wheat stalks.

However, Donadi led his troops to retreat in the end, and Fitoa's army barely managed to hold the position.

When the casualties were tallied, the Third Cavalry Regiment had ten dead and twenty-three seriously wounded. Of the seventeen people in Buena village, only little Tom, who served as a squire to Donga, survived.

At night, the camp was filled with the smell of blood and groans. The medics were running around, but medicine was scarce, and many people could only wait to die.

Donga and Little Tom gathered together the other villagers from Buena who had found bodies, dug several shallow pits at the edge of the camp, and buried them there. There were no coffins, no tombstones, only a small pile of stones as markers.

Another week later, Donadi's army deployed firearms units. In their first encounter with Donadi's army, which was now supported by musketeers, little Tom was killed on the charge. It happened in an instant; Donga didn't even realize that someone was missing from behind. When he came to his senses, he only saw a mangled corpse lying on the horse's back: the helmet on the remaining half of the head had been pierced by a large bullet, and one arm had been severed by a rough, uneven wound, with only a thin skin connecting it...

The main force of the army in the territory of Fituia followed Duke Ars's Eastern Legion to attack the royal territory. Later, the conscripted soldiers were militiamen like the deceased blacksmith Tom, his son Little Tom, and other villagers from Buena Village. They had no chance to resist the firearms and the Fituia Legion was quickly defeated and could only retreat to Roya City.

Soon, the siege of Roya City began.

The army of Donadi surged in like a tide, completely surrounding the capital of the Fetoia territory.

On the city walls, the guards took turns on duty day and night, with scalding oil and stones ready to be poured down at any time, and the magic cannons firing non-stop.

The atmosphere in the city grew more and more oppressive each day. Food rations began to be distributed, and rumors spread everywhere. Some said that Duke Ars had abandoned Roya, while others said that the emperor's army was about to arrive.

Dongjia was assigned to defend a section of the eastern city wall. Every morning, he could see the smoke rising from the enemy camp below the city and hear their bugle calls during drills.

Just as summer was drawing to a close, Donga suddenly discovered a problem: the Donadi army's encirclement was not tight; they seemed to have intentionally left a gap to lure the defenders out.

What are they waiting for?

One evening, when the Earl of York climbed the city walls to inspect the city, Donga couldn't help but ask.

York gazed at the endless campfires outside the city, his face flickering in and out of focus in the torchlight.

"Wait for Lord Ars to return."

He said in a low voice, "We're waiting for the emperor. He's run off to Donadi. Lord Yars didn't have time to conquer the capital. The reputation of rebellion and usurpation will be on his head. No matter how many people die, it won't matter."

After listening, Dongjia immediately understood that the outcome of this war would not be decided on the walls of Luoya, but when the two commanders faced each other.

"Then all of us brothers, dying would be meaningless..."

"It's not that there's none at all."

York smiled wryly, "To give Lord Jars a place to return to, and to let the Emperor know that the Boreas family still knows manners, at least they will prepare a table for him to use in his abdication."

Donga stopped speaking. He thought of Buena village, the villagers buried in the shallow pits of Donadi territory, and little Tom's mutilated body. All the deaths seemed to be just to "bring the two big shots face to face."

A few days later, the scout brought news:

Duke Yar's main Eastern Legion is rapidly returning to reinforce and is expected to arrive within three days.

On the same day, another army appeared on the southern horizon—the Emperor's Royal Guard, personally led by His Majesty George Lant.

The city of Roya became the epicenter of the storm.

“Tomorrow,” York summoned all the knights and officers, “whether Lord Ars arrives first or the Emperor arrives first, the decisive battle will begin. Our mission is to hold the city walls! Until Lord Ars gives the signal to attack.”

That night, Dongjia couldn't sleep. He went up to the city wall and looked at the campfires of two large armies outside the city, flickering in the darkness like the eyes of two giant beasts.

In the distance, the civilian district of Roya City was pitch black due to the blackout.

"Jazz".

A young voice came from behind.

Dongjia turned around and saw a boy wearing ill-fitting armor, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old and still had a childish face.

"Are you new here?" Dongjia asked.

The boy nodded: "I was just drafted today. My father was originally in the city defense team, but he was hit by a stray arrow yesterday. The captain made me your attendant."

Dongjia noticed that the boy's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. "First time on the battlefield?"

"Ah."

The boy bit his lip. "Sir, are you afraid?"

Dongjia looked out of the city, a question he had asked himself countless times.

The first time he went to the battlefield, or the second time he was conscripted to follow Sieghart to the northern lands, the northerners were tall and strong, almost like beastmen warriors. In the biting cold wind, he was so afraid that he almost couldn't hold his sword.

Now, he felt a deeper weariness, even though this was only the second major war he had participated in.

The feudal lords they served and were loyal to betrayed the legitimate emperor, and countless people shed blood just to legitimize the rebellion and usurpation...

Compared to the fear of death, the meaning of drawing his sword suddenly became empty at this moment. The precious sword at his waist, a gift from the lord, seemed to be devouring him with the coldness and bloody smell on its blade.

"Of course I'm scared."

Finally, he said, "Once you're on the battlefield, don't think too much. Just charge forward. The more you think, the faster you'll die."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Sir Ryan."

"Live well, Ryan, stick close to me tomorrow."

……

Dawn came exceptionally slowly; by the time the first rays of sunlight illuminated the towers of Roya, horns were already sounding outside the city.

The emperor's army was the first to move.

Looking from the city wall, one can clearly see the Imperial Guard's formation gleaming in the sunlight.

At the forefront was a heavy infantry square, followed closely by musketeers wielding golden magic muskets and dozens of magic cannons pulled by horses, with elite cavalry on both flanks.

At the central command post, a huge golden three-headed dragon banner fluttered in the morning breeze.

"At least 20,000 people."

The Earl of York stood beside Donga, squinting as he estimated, "More than we expected."

Almost simultaneously, a response came from the east, a deep, roaring bugle call like an earthquake.

On the horizon, a dark army surged forward like a tide, with the banner at the forefront bearing the black background and red lion of the Boreas family.

"Lord Jars has arrived." There was a hint of relief in York's voice.

The two armies faced off outside the city of Roja, and the green-and-white wolf banners of the Zephyrus family, who were besieging Roja, also joined the emperor's army.

At the same time, Duke Ars's Eastern Legion launched a flank attack, attempting to break the formation of the Imperial Guard.

Dongjia's 3rd Cavalry Regiment was ordered to wait behind the city gate. They would launch a counterattack if the enemy's offensive faltered.

"Remember! Don't be stingy with your life!"

The captain shouted from his horse, "Our value lies in creating opportunities for Lord Ars's main force!"

Dongjia inspected his equipment. His plate armor was dented in several places, his helmet visor was deformed, and his longsword was still cold. The lion's eyes on the blade seemed to be watching him in the shadows.

The battle outside the city gates intensified. Through the city walls, the sounds of magic muskets firing could be heard one after another, and the booming of magic cannons was deafening. The shouts and screams of the soldiers were like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Suddenly, the bells on the city gate rang urgently—the signal to attack!

"Open the door!" The captain raised his longsword. "Attack!"

The heavy city gates slowly opened, letting in sunlight and the stench of blood. Taking advantage of the lull in the musket fire, the Third Cavalry Unit charged out of the city gates like an arrow, heading straight for the enemy's flank.

Warhorses charged through the crowd, spears pierced armor, and swords severed bones. He wielded his longsword, parrying, slashing, and thrusting, each swing taking a life. Enemies and comrades around him fell one after another.

They successfully broke into the rear, disrupting the musketeer formation. However, even the musketeer corps of the Imperial Guard was an elite force among elites. After being ambushed, they immediately adjusted their formation, threw down their muskets, and drew their swords to fight. The cavalry of Roya City were like stones thrown into a pond, only making a splash. More than a hundred men charged into the enemy ranks, and in the blink of an eye, only a few remained.

Realizing the strength of the Imperial Guard, the captain immediately shouted, "Retreat! Back to the city!"

Dongjia turned his horse around, only to find that his retreat had been cut off. A group of heavy infantry blocked their way, their spears like a forest.

"Break through them!"

The captain led the charge.

Dongjia followed closely behind, his fifteen-year-old horse unleashing its last bit of strength, ramming past two infantrymen. But just then, an arrow struck the horse's neck, and the warhorse neighed and fell to the ground.

Dongjia was thrown off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

The impact of the armor hitting the ground left him breathless for a moment. He struggled to his feet and saw Ryan being surrounded by three enemy soldiers.

Looking at his young servant, Donga seemed to see the men who had come out of Buena village with him and the tragically dead little Tom. Without any thought, he raised his sword and charged forward, stabbing an enemy soldier from behind. The other two turned to deal with him, but Donga's sword was faster. With one stroke, he severed one man's arm, and with another, he stabbed into the weak spot under another man's armpit, which was only covered by chainmail.

“Thank you, Sir!” Ryan said breathlessly.

"Stay close to me!"

Dongjia looked around and found that they were completely surrounded; the third cavalry unit of Roya City had been wiped out.

Just then, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. The three-headed dragon banner of the central army of the Royal Guard began to move forward, and Emperor George Lant personally led the army in a charge!

The young emperor, clad in golden armor and riding a white warhorse, appeared like a god descending to earth in the sunlight. His objective was clear: to strike directly at the Boreas family's main camp and at Duke Ars!

"Push them down! Push them down with me!"

The emperor's shouts pierced through the clamor of the battlefield. This charge shifted the center of gravity of the battle, and the enemy troops besieging Dongga began to retreat towards the center. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard roared and charged towards the Bereas army's position like a tsunami.

"He's only fifteen years old..."

Seeing the Emperor's actions unleash the overwhelming momentum of the Imperial Guard, Dongjia's mind began to shift. If it weren't for this rebellion, this Emperor might have led the Asura Empire to a longer period of peace and prosperity.

Moments later, Emperor George Lant made contact with Duke Ars's main force during the charge, and the fifteen-year-old emperor and the sixty-year-old imperial regent met in the chaos of battle!

Swords clashed, sparks flew, and the surrounding soldiers fought fiercely.

Suddenly! A stray bullet from an unknown source struck the emperor's left shoulder. The force of the magic musket bullet instantly shattered the emperor's shoulder armor, and George Lant staggered, falling from his horse.

Time seemed to slow down...

Donga saw the young emperor lying in the mud, trying to stand up with his sword. He saw Duke Ars's soldiers surrounding him, their swords slashing at the fallen monarch. He saw that Emperor Georgelant Anemoy Asra's face showed no fear, only anger and resentment!

This is a look that a teenager shouldn't have.

The knight's oath echoed in Donga's mind:

"I pledge my life and honor to the Boreas family and its rightful heirs."

But the next line of that vow is: