Albrecht has heard a lot about Earth's memory of losing a war, even if he won in battle. That meant, tactically, even if it succeeded, it failed strategically.
If the strategy was about how to win, the tactics were about how to fight.
Strategies were, for example, "Will you do a delayed or short-term war? Will you take the enemy's capital? Will you do an annihilation? Will you do a front-line defense?"
In other words, it was a strategy to have a comprehensive plan, considering the geopolitical location, terrain, and goals.
Tactics were about how to fight directly with the enemy, including maneuvering, building up seriousness and defending, how to make progress, etc.
What troubled Albrecht today was the strategy. He was currently under attack from both directions, and each troop was also superior to the allies.
On the outside, it was right to spread a delay. It was also good to wait and wait for two kings who didn't get along well to meet each other. But is it really okay?
If we open the Delay War, Anglia will become desolate even if we win. It could take a hundred years or more to recover.
If so, we should have a short-term battle. Is that even possible? Can't we just smash one of them out of the wire and take care of the rest?
However, the short-term battle was best to lead the knights and crush the enemies completely. Albrecht was more confident in his maneuvers than anyone else. You don't have a knight, do you?
With no immediate answer, Albrecht decides to ask for his opinions during the operation.
I've been thinking about all the battles on my own, setting up operations and giving unilateral instructions, but I haven't been in Anglia long. There may be many people who are familiar with this terrain who have lived here for a long time.
Albrecht puts aside his strategic concerns and sees Rosamund sleep with his arm cut off.
Thought of groaning for a while, but I didn't want to do anything about her because she was so tired.
‘Your breasts will be fine. ’
Then he began to rub Rosamund's chest. Her mature breasts, compared to her age, felt full of Albrecht's big hands.
Rosamund turns around, frowning in his sleep as someone touches his chest.
As soon as Albrecht felt guilty, he had to close his hands. Then I held her in my arms when I applied her.
Albrecht was angry at Lemon the Wild King and Kiyom the Hero, who seemed to be interfering with him for no reason. I think of them, and I light a fire in my eyes.
‘I'll smash it for a day or so. ’
Albrecht fought for his cause in every war he fought, but this time it was completely personal. But more than ever, I was passionately at war.
Albrecht gets up at dawn, wears a tunic from Rosamund and wears a sword around his waist. Inside the tent, you see new armor instead of worn out armor, and a new one as well.
However, the design of the circus was tilted with a black cloth with some clumsy craftsmanship. It seemed like Rosamund had done it himself.
Albrecht slightly kisses her sleeping forehead and steps out of the tent.
But the fog is heavily embedded outside, so I can't see a single inch ahead. It was not a car accident, but I felt like I would run into someone else.
I brought people to the encampment, but there was always a mist in the morning, morning and sometimes morning.
You walk slowly to Schwarz and examine the wound. Schwarz looks at his owner and reacts. Albrecht strokes his horse and gives him carrots and snacks.
Schwarz was wounded, but not as badly as Albrecht. However, it wasn't all healed yet, so I thought I could ride it, but I couldn't drive it or run it.
Climb up to Schwarz, taking a slow walk for a moment. With my eyes raised, I looked around, and I could see that people were getting up from the dawn and working, not very well.
Most people in the garrison tend to build a garden or go far away to farm sheep or cattle. Albrecht heard that Anglia does wheat farming, but there are a lot of ranchers.
The exhibition was about gathering the livestock near the encampment, not the other way around. In this way, the exhibition outbursts, compared to the north or the middle, could not be too burdensome for people.
However, there was nothing to take from the people at all, and what does the north or the middle have to do with it? They'll just hate it when people take it.
Either way, it didn't seem like the supply run unexpectedly. Ecbert was talking about a month's worth of food because he was talking about wheat.
In this era, food was not a diverse era. Since there was no refrigerator, I mostly ate highly storable foods, such as cheese obtained from livestock, salted meat, and jerky.
When I saw Albrecht's encampment, I thought I could tell what the area was like. In an age with no statistics, no TV news, I thought it best to go to a war encampment if at first I wanted to know what the area was like.
Another characteristic of Anglia is that few merchants follow their garrisons. It was probably the country at the western end, and the place where commerce developed was in the east of the continent.
The west of Anglia was facing the sea, but mostly in fishing and trade, in their own countries.
Beyond Anglia, to the south, lies a vast forest where wildlife cannot trade.
To the north, the Bedouins lived, and the Bedouins had their own culture.
However, they do not believe in the cross, but worship the strange tree Irminsu. I heard that trading in beast hide and horses is not very active.
And the other characteristic, which is different from the north or the middle, was that it was a reasonable bottleneck. The reason the Central War was small was because they accepted only well-armed and well-built people as soldiers.
Anglia, on the other hand, did not have enough population to choose a suitable soldier.
Soldiers in Anglia only received helmets with thick wool quilts and bristles when summoned by riders while farming or grazing. Weapons mostly used combat modifications from farming equipment.
Some of them were Halbert – Halberd in Anglia – familiar in the north and center, and a large grappling hook instead of a spear at the end of a battle hook.
Although it was mostly a weapon in the north or the center, it varied in proportion to the size of the military.
In the north or in the middle, they mostly used spears, but they used halberds or battle hooks. Halberd requires a high level of skill, so he mostly used easy to handle battle hooks.
Perhaps, due to the lack of knights in this area, it has developed to be specialized in dragging knights out of horses naturally.
And given their own solidarity, people weren't too afraid of the soldiers.
They knew each other from one house to the other, so they did not set up a barracks for soldiers to live in separately because they knew each other in the same way. Soldiers mingle with the people.
I walked slowly in and out of Albrecht's camp for a long time, and it was a sudden morning after dawn. Even though it's better than before, the fog still lingers.
Is this how it's supposed to be here? ’
Only a few people who saw Albrecht nearby, due to the fog, set an example for Albrecht, and most people didn't know it was Albrecht, so they just passed by. Albrecht asked one of the passing soldiers.
“Hey, what's the weather like here during the year? ”
The soldier asks himself, a knight on a horse that looks blurry because of the fog, and approaches. However, when I looked closely, I suddenly realized I was a guardian knight, and I was furious and quickly took off my helmet.
“Well, well, well, well. ”
He was embarrassed and unable to speak. Albrecht waits quietly. However, the soldier remained unconscious for a long time.
He is the guardian of the Holy Land sent by God to save Anglia in crisis, and their guardian knight. Hundreds of soldiers single-handedly defeated the Wild King.
Albrecht looks forward to it, but when the soldier doesn't seem to be coming to his senses, he decides to speak again.
“Calm down. Do I eat you?" I'm just asking about the weather. Weather. ”
The soldier listens to Albrecht, barely breathing, and recovers a little, but there is nothing else to say about the weather. Rain is frequent, fog is heavy, and relative to everything else.
In an age when there was no Internet, he had never left Anglia, so he just couldn't answer because of this.
Albrecht has decided to correct the question.
“How many days a month does it rain? ”
The soldier rolls his eyes and thinks for a moment, then politely replies.
“It hasn't been doing very well lately, but it rains half a month. ”
“How long will it take when it rains? ”
“Well, that's different then. Sometimes more, sometimes less... for a year. ”
Albrecht not only thought that the area was not a suitable terrain for maneuvering, but it could be a huge disaster if a maneuver went wrong.
When the ground becomes a raging mudslide, the horses break their ankles leaving things that are hard for them to walk. If a knight falls down as a horse becomes disabled, it is as good as finished there.
Albrecht seems to be drawing more and more clues to this war. There may be fewer allies now, but they were made up of pathogens that matched local traits.
“Thank you for teaching me. ”
Albrecht smiles a little, then looks around the encampment again. The soldier stares at Albrecht, fading away.
Albrecht looks around the outpost a little more, thinking about heading back to the tent for breakfast, but he hears the archers from a distance.
“Drop your arrows! ”
“Ready!”
“Aim!”
There was no order for a long time after the word "aim." You hear the archers groan.
“Fire!”
Tupperware!
Albrecht knows that the archers are training repeatedly with bows shot. I watched the sheep approaching them.
Albrecht sees what they're doing in this distance because of the monstrous eyesight, but that's not the case.
The Archer Leader is annoyed by the blurry knight beyond the fog. What else are you bothering me with? He didn't even let me drink.
“Well, I don't know who you are, but I don't feel so good now that we can't drink. I think you'd better get out of here in case you get hurt. ”
As the archer speaks, you hear the archers giggling and giggling.
The people of Anglia were also afraid and difficult, but far less so than in the north or the middle. Those with experience in war caught many knights.
It was obviously rude, but Albrecht didn't care. Rather, I was relieved that I wasn't afraid of the knights. I was a hundred times more scared and trained than those who forgot and drove around a thousand times.
Albrecht did not answer, but continued to watch the amount they were doing. The Archer Leader continued training, despite his efforts to ignore the rudeness.
The fog slowly lifts as the archers practice a long repetition. The archer relaxes with a long mouth.
“Fucking weaklings. Look at you begging. Rest first. If you beg again later, I'll fuck all your wives. Let them know. ”
“I heard your stuff doesn't stand up. Is it true? Then how do I fuck her? Do you want me to stop you? ”
“Hahaha!”
Soldiers speak as harshly as their commanders. The archer curses the soldiers with a few more words, a son of a bitch, and takes a step where he wants to go. Then I turned my head and met Albrecht's eyes.
The archer brushed his brunette hair neatly, and his beard grew hot but tidy. And above all, with clear, bright brown eyes, the eagle-like beady eyes were impressive. He looked like he was in his 20s.
He looks at Albrecht face to face. He looks at Albrecht through the crack and slowly opens his eyes. Otherwise, his eyes start to widen. Then he opened his mouth dazed and said, stuttering.
“Ki, the knight king!? Aren't you the Knight King? ”
Albrecht had a number of titles, and they called each region differently.
In the North or Central, they were called Vertical Cutters or Knights, and in the Holy Land they were called Crusader Kings or Holy Land Guardians. And here I was a guardian knight.
The archer said he was a knight king, so I thought he was from Central. But the middlemen are not good with bows.
“Do you know me? ”
Albrecht looked carefully at him, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember seeing him.
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