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Albrecht thought that Guillaume, the hero, was moving faster than he thought, was probably watching the Wild King's movements.
It was two enemies from Anglia's point of view. It didn't mean that the Hero King or the Wild King were on the same side. They were also potential to each other. It was like a tristate situation.
‘You were aiming for the fishery. ’
In fact, they could not have imagined that the Anglia army would avoid almost no damage and defeat the Wild King so quickly. The unexpected was one another.
Albrecht turns his head to look at the army. The rain was still tracking him down. The army has a long march formation.
On one side, you see the commanders having small meetings with each other as they discuss their opinions.
They would gather, discuss, converge on anything, and then discuss it. In a way, it made me feel like a congressman.
I thought it was a unique aristocracy or their own way of doing things. Without leaving everything else and feeling bad for each other, I was surprised to have a good opinion.
Albrecht turns his gaze to the soldiers. The archers squeezed their waists as tight as possible to keep the bow as humid as possible. It was like begging. It even rained and looked even more pathetic.
Furthermore, most of the soldiers carried a pointy, large peg on their shoulders. There aren't many knights, so whenever a fight breaks out anywhere, it's used to mount a stake to form a deterrent.
After all, the stakes that had been watered were not of ordinary weight. Unskilled soldiers never had a full day, and skilled soldiers had a slight skeletal deformation.
Although the locals are accustomed to the rain, it was hard and hard to lead them around wet and heavy all day.
Albrecht considers for a moment and decides. It was not a difficult decision. Because, if the locals are going to do this, what's 10,000 troops going through right now?
“William, lead the weasels first. When you see the enemy, you just watch from afar. Know the terrain well enough and fire a few arrows at the enemy's head. ”
“I understand.”
Behind Albrecht, William touches his elongated head because of the rain.
Albrecht aims to slow down the enemy's march, avoiding it directly. Despite a few arrows to the lead, the troops have to turn their scouts around and check their surroundings before they can set off again.
Since the enemy is 10,000, it will take a long time to stop and start again.
Albrecht summons the commanders. In an age without an umbrella, even the commanders looked miserable in the rain. Even Queen Rosamund was in the rain with her head tied behind her back.
Albrecht looked at them and said, looking at them like they were drowning mice.
“Have you gathered your opinions? I'd like to hear it first. ”
Unlike the war so far, Albrecht has always respected and listened to the opinions of Anglia's commanders. Albrecht learns some things because they are talented.
Ecbert sweeps his wet face once, sweeping his head and answering.
“Why don't you march for a day, and then settle in the proper height?" Unlike our enemies, we are in a situation where we need to build and fight for seriousness, so we may want to start moving forward even a little earlier. ”
That was reasonable. They knew their strengths and understood their weaknesses.
But Albrecht thought differently. Albrecht swipes his head and looks at the commanders and says,
“I think we should keep marching, get to the old Tactical Node. The climate and topography here may not be familiar to the opponent. Especially in a rainy march. And I sent William and the Rangers to slow down the march. My Judgment
should be enough to reach the Tactical Node. ”
Albrecht was a reasonable man. The commanders looked at each other's faces. Maybe a little reckless. It's been three days with the enemy. Two days to Tactical Node.
Albrecht continues to convince them.
“You can't force them to choose if you don't march before them. Our goal is to crush our enemies in a short time. As long as we have a countermeasure, we must secure the Tactical Node. There are no supply problems. ”
The pre-set Tactical Node was important because it was able to receive supplies from the outpost. If taken from the enemy, the allies had to stand down for a long time.
The opponent could be pressured into an Anglia Military encampment, and this could be the position where he was forced to make a choice.
Albrecht says that the commanders speak to each other quietly, and then again, Ecbert speaks on behalf of them.
“We swore to follow the Guardian Knight. I'll do as you say.”
I felt a bit reckless and gambling, but I decided to follow Albrecht, a man with a lot of war experience.
Albrecht turns his horse and thinks for a moment, standing in front of the march. I respected their decision making, but it didn't seem like their style.
Now that they are capable, it is a pity that later on, when those like idiots become Earls, it will definitely be a problem. They could be arguing amongst themselves, even though the enemy has invaded.
But that's none of Albrecht's business. The work of the future is the work of the future.
Albrecht quietly raises his head and looks up at the sky. The world was dark even in the middle of the day when the clouds were trying to cover the sky.
The clouds covered the sun by day and the Cross by night. The hard march of soldiers continues.
The next morning, the rain started to subside. Albrecht wonders if rain is beneficial to his allies or if it is beneficial to stop. It was not an easy question to assess.
In the afternoon, the clouds slowly start to move, and the westerly flashing through the clouds is like the spear of a god on the ground.
I couldn't afford to see Albrecht or the military or the ministers. On Albrecht's orders, we have increased march speed. The painful march of the Anglia soldiers has become a ship.
Albrecht turns his head to look at the soldiers and recalls the first time he saw them. I thought they were suspicious, naive peasants who might be able to fight properly.
But now they have experienced the real world once, and although they may be peasants, they are strong enough to endure a difficult march.
By lunch the next day, I saw a tactical node far away. It was not generally a hill, not a hill, nor a plain, but a hill rising on its own in a rugged, peculiar terrain. But it wasn't that high anymore.
Scout reports no one has been around. Albrecht was right. The commanders grazed the soldiers and climbed the Tactical Node. Albrecht looks around and sees that the little grass is covering the ground, not as muddy as when he fought the Wild King.
As the soldiers whimper, they barely make it up to the point of arrival, and they start hitting the stake. The soldiers' shoulders burst with thick quilted clothing, their wool splattered out. Dry blood was on it, or it was bleeding a little.
Albrecht gives the order to let the soldiers rest for a short time. After I finished my meal, I told them to continue building sincerity. He drives his horse to check the area. There was no Acolyte. I didn't have the manpower to do that.
As the day passes, the enemies begin to reveal themselves. 10,000 troops sweep across the earth in black. The commanders, knights, and soldiers all just opened their mouths and looked at it.
But from a closer look, it would look worse if it was worse than an ally. From the outside, they were already losers.
From the side, William walks back into the hills with rangers. Albrecht sees no casualties.
Seeing William's sad eyes, he seems to have been up and about without sleep. But his head and beard were still clean. God, I had so much respect for that now.
“Good work. Lead the weasels to sleep. You too.”
William turns to the Rangers, speechless, and shakes his hand, making an impression. The crew walks into the woods like zombies and sleeps wherever they go. The soldiers roughly sheltered the skies around them.
Enemies begin to settle in a distance for a long time. There is no way that weary soldiers who appear to have already lost their souls can advance quickly. They seemed to give the soldiers a break, just roughly shaped.
Albrecht looks back at the distant enemies, running forward, holding the great axe in one hand. The commanders follow you in surprise. Ecbert shouts in a hurry.
“The rest of you stay. Just a few articles, please. ”
Albrecht runs for a long time, leaping to the side, gazing confidently at 10,000 enemies.
In the middle, I saw a man who said he must be the hero king. He wore a crown helmet and grew a rich brown beard with firm eyes. The hero opened his eyes and looked straight at Albrecht.
The golden shield on your left arm glows brightly. I don't know if it was really made of gold, but it looked golden on the outside.
The golden shield was engraved with an eagle with its wings spread out and its head turned to the right, plucking out its tongue. Beautiful decorations were engraved on the edges.
Albrecht hops on the Schwarz and cries out loud, looking straight at the Hero King.
“Are you Gilyom? ”
The soldiers nearby are exhausted enough to escape, but when they hear the thunderclap, they stop squatting.
Guillaume, the hero, marveled at the sound of the inner Albrecht's roar, boldly stepped forward. Hundreds of thousands of knights followed.
“You bastard! ”
The hero comes out between the soldiers and confronts Albrecht in a distance. Albrecht was only accompanying Ecbert and a few knights, and the hero was accompanying nearly a century of knights.
Albrecht points at the Hero King with an axe and shouts again.
“You're the one who's calling yourself a fucking hero! ”
The hero trembles at Albrecht's words, and he cries out: It was a resounding voice, but not as crazy as Albrecht.
“You are the deceiver who claims to be the Guardian of the Holy Land! ”
Albrecht snorts. Then I shouted again.
“Listen to me! I heard there's a rat trying to steal the title" Knight King "! What do you know about that rat? ”
The two answers recalled, in Earth's memory, a childish keyboard battle taking place on the Internet.
But it was also important to think about the fraud and vigor of the military. When pushed here, it really affected the morale of the military.
Albrecht shouts again without giving the opponent a second chance to speak.
“When I was called by the gods and led a thousand knights to crush Amazon! You're not the hero who stopped the wildlings! I'm ashamed of myself! ”
That's the crystal. The hero finally rolls his eyes and rushes to Albrecht. Ecbert was colourful.
“Ecbert ball! Go back!”
After saying that, Albrecht went in alone toward the hero king and the Knights of the Hundred Hundred Ages.
With all of Anglia's 4,000 troops and all of Velez's 10,000 troops, I watched this sudden.
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