I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 82

Hearing Litte’s proposal, Martin naturally agreed.

The number of enemy troops was equal to or greater than his own. If he could delay time by challenging the enemy leader to a duel, it would also be a way to account for the brothers under his command.

After all, as the commander of this unit, he had an understanding of its combat capabilities. From the commander down to the ordinary soldiers, they had basically not received systematic military training. They were all fighting with just their enthusiasm and instincts.

“Alright, but will you go back on your word?”

“Even if I go back on my word, you can still delay time until the main army arrives, can’t you?”

“…” Martin heard this and nodded. His eyes also became sharp.

Since the other party dared to challenge him to a duel, their own strength must be not weak. Of course, it was also possible that they underestimated Martin’s strength due to the quality of his unit. But in any case, Martin could not be careless.

“Since that is the case, then I will be presumptuous,” he said this, took a few steps back, creating a safe distance, and then drew his sword.

“Just as I intended,” Litte said this, and also smiled, raising her long sword.

…

On the other side, at the main military camp of the Napoli army.

“General!” Waltz, after going through layers of screening, came before Commander Garibaldi.

As the commander of the Napoli army on the front line, Garibaldi’s combat ability was average, but he was deeply trusted by Giovanni.

Garibaldi would execute all the orders given by Giovanni, even if there were unreasonable parts. This was where Giovanni valued him.

This kind of war could no longer be considered reasonable or unreasonable. Facing a pincer attack from the Antica and Imperial Family armies, the most reasonable approach should be to gather all available forces and retreat to the towns in the rear. However, to keep Romulus City functioning normally, the land in front could not be easily lost.

As soon as Waltz saw Garibaldi, he immediately knelt down.

“General, our front line is being attacked by an army of at least ten thousand soldiers. We cannot defend ourselves. Please, General, quickly send reinforcements!”

“This…” Garibaldi heard this, rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment, then shook his head. “This officer, honestly speaking, information of attacks on other fronts was received earlier. I just transferred the last reserve unit to the northwest front line. There is truly no one who can help on your front line now…”

“Really?” Waltz heard Garibaldi say this and quickly continued to argue, “But when I just came over, I clearly saw quite a few soldiers here.”

“These soldiers are responsible for maintaining the General’s safety. They absolutely cannot be moved. Otherwise, if the General is in danger, who will take responsibility?” At this moment, the adjutant beside Garibaldi spoke first.

“But… if the front line collapses, the soldiers here will still have to undertake combat missions.”

“You said ‘if the front line collapses.’ Can’t you think of a way to prevent the front line from collapsing?!” The adjutant said this, and began to scold Waltz.

“…How about this? I will transfer a unit from my guard unit to you,” Garibaldi stepped in as a mediator at this moment, and then looked at the adjutant beside him.

“Adjutant, take this officer and find a company to reinforce the front line.”

“Yes,” the adjutant heard this and quickly agreed. He then led Waltz to a military camp.

After counting the number of soldiers, Waltz was stunned.

“Alright, this unit is responsible for assisting you. You must hold on a little longer,” the adjutant said this, looking at Waltz on the side, and gave an order.

“Sir, didn’t you hear what I said just now? The enemy on the front line is about ten thousand, and you are only allocating us five hundred reinforcements?”

What could five hundred soldiers do?

Furthermore, looking at the equipment of this unit, it wasn’t much better than his own unit.

Were they going to get rid of those who hold different views while fighting a war?

Waltz was instantly completely disappointed in the current Napoli army.

“This is not something I can decide either. The enemy troops on the front line are already more numerous than us. We can only prepare to fight outnumbered. Otherwise, if I were to arrange five or six thousand people for you here, other fronts would be short on personnel. Please try to understand,” the adjutant said this, patting Waltz’s shoulder.

“How incompetent,” Waltz said softly, cursing.

There were clearly at least thirty thousand soldiers here, yet they only sent five hundred people as reinforcement.

This sentence was naturally not heard by the adjutant, otherwise, Waltz would have received at least a slap.

However, he couldn’t blame the adjutant either. Everyone knew that Garibaldi listened to Giovanni’s orders the most.

And Giovanni’s only order to Garibaldi was to hold Florence City no matter what.

And the current main camp was the most crucial position. It was impossible to get Garibaldi to move troops from the main camp under any circumstances.

Waltz was helpless. He could only hurry back with the five hundred chosen soldiers. Even if it only had a small effect on the battle, it was still better than nothing.

…

On the other side, Litte and Martin had already exchanged more than twenty moves.

The Tier 6 Martin had absolutely no advantage when facing Litte.

Litte’s fighting style was too strange. One moment he was exchanging blows with you using his sword, the next moment he would retreat two steps and throw a fireball at you.

Being both a warrior and a mage, and with high tiers in both, this kind of enemy was the most difficult to deal with.

Martin was also gradually running out of stamina.

Finally, after a few more moves, Martin found an opportunity. This was the only opportunity he had found so far in the battle.

Regardless of whether it was the other party’s scheme, he had to be a fish and take the bait.

Martin thrust his long sword fiercely towards Litte.

However, Litte moved her body in the air in a way Martin had not expected, seemingly easily dodging the attack. Subsequently, a sword was placed at Martin’s neck.

“You lost,” Litte said this, her gaze towards Martin showing no disdain from a stronger person towards a weaker one. There was only calmness.