What does it take for a person to have a will and make it come true? Material is important, but most of all, you have to be satisfied.
You must open your eyes and ears to feel the world, to be consistent in your words and actions, and to move forward with your mind as a cane.
But it's not easy. Sometimes I wanted to close my eyes and ears, and it was difficult to match my words and actions, and my mind was often shaken like a reed or often.
The one who had a will always waved his teeth as he moved forward was a nasty one. The reality was, perhaps, on the Devil's side.
Albrecht wandered around Lloybek, found rest in the middle, and set his mind on the eastern continent. Now, I have gained love in Anglia, but there are still problems that troubled him.
Twelve hundred of the 4,000 troops were killed by the Anglia military. Almost half. If it was a normal turn, it would have been an unwinnable damage.
But the fact that they built a stop line, that the front was unclear after setting fire to the trenches, that they burned thousands alive, inflicting heavy psychological damage on their enemies, and most of all, that their king had died, and that they were only able to win.
And most of all, the unity of Anglia's soldiers was unique. They struggled to the end, even if they could pull it out when the left and right hooks were pierced.
If the Rangers and Albrecht hadn't invaded in time, they would have died even if they resisted like evil, but they were still able to continue the battle and eventually won.
The damage done to the Veles army was entirely incalculable at this time. The trenches that created hell were filled with charred corpses, and we didn't know how many escaped while they were on fire.
On behalf of the fallen Albrecht, Ecbert cleans up the battlefield as a General Commander. It was okay to start burying warriors and squeezing new potions, but picking up enemy equipment took time.
The equipment of the dead enemy knights alone was enormous enough to cover a significant portion of the cost of war.
However, merchants were needed to sell it, but Anglia was not as industrial as the east coast of the North Continent. There were not many merchants.
In some ways, it is more outdated than the east coast of the North Continent, the north and the middle, but in other words, it may have developed their own unique culture and mindset.
One of them was that they didn't really care about money. They live well on their own up until now, but the focus is on the enemies coming in and pushing them out. I didn't care much about ransom, plunder, or war compensation.
It seemed to see a rather large rural society. Soldiers come from peasants and archers are relatively professional, so they pay a salary, but often pay in real time.
Anyway, I spent almost four days cleaning up the battlefield, but it's not over yet. Enemy garrisons remain.
Albrecht fell upon Guillaume's head and woke up two days later. There are still bandages around his neck, and when he looks around in bed, Rosamund writes something hard on the table.
Albrecht looks at her for a long time, just laying his head back and remembers what happened.
You said you were getting married. ’
He glances at her side as Rosamund turns his head and looks at Albrecht. And he welcomed me with a bright smile.
“Albert, you're awake. ”
Then, I gave up on what I was using. They hug each other silently for a long time, and then Rosamund falls and looks at Albrecht.
She just looks lovably at Albrecht, but her radiant beauty looks tired somewhere. Yeah, she needs to rest, too.
Albrecht raises his torso, but his body is a little frowny. I quickly regained my strength as I moved away from the bed. The body was like a monster.
“I want to take a bath. ”
“Okay, just give me a second. ”
“No, I'll give the soldiers some sleep, Rose. Please.”
Although Rosamund did not direct the battle, he was hands-on with supplies and administration. That's a lot of work, but I can't sleep well after I've made it to Albrecht.
And she did what she had to do, because she was at war, or what she had to ask her people to do.
Eventually, Albrecht forcefully grabs her and lies her on the bed.
“I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere. Just sleep. ”
Albrecht makes the soldiers take a bath outside, stripping them of their clothes and immersing themselves. Turning her head, she looks at Albrecht, smiling softly with a happy expression. Albrecht smiled at me.
Rosamund looks at Albrecht for a long time and falls into a slumber. Albrecht looks back at her and thinks:
When I was at war or at war, Albrecht was more passionate than ever, but suddenly cooled down after victory.
He always talked about his faith, but when he thought about it, he didn't know he was just enjoying the battle and the war.
Even though the Crusade was a plausible excuse, perhaps it was just self-knowledge or self-rationalization. I didn't even know that I felt the vibrating smell of blood inside my deepest self.
You're not a psychological person, so you can't psychoanalyze yourself, so you don't know exactly what Albrecht is.
Anyway, these problems were in the past. Now I was filled with love, and other things seemed trivial. However, the marriage problem remained.
I kept it out of my mouth, no matter what. But what about Calteren, back home? Should we just settle down here? Or should he just bounce off Rosamund when he's gone? It was a bit of a hassle.
As much as I loved Rosamund, Albrecht loved his parents. My parents' love felt like a pillar that supported my soul. If it were not for that love, he would have fallen many times.
Albrecht decided to get married first. But if we're in love, shouldn't we tell her in advance? Is that supposed to wake up labor? Rosamund may not be able to do that, but what if he suddenly says, "Get lost"?
Albrecht thought about the problems he couldn't bring to his beloved lover, but just lowered his posture and soaked his head in the bath.
Albrecht took a full day off, and the next morning he was fully armed with the help of Rosamund.
He wears a coat of armor, gauntlets and grips, and a sword around his waist. You hold a lightning axe in your right hand and wear a golden shield on your left arm.
After stepping outside the tent, the fog was not so heavily wedged unexpectedly. When I thought about it normally, I felt like I was about to close my eyes and suddenly open my eyes.
When I look up at the sky, I see a few puddles of clouds floating around, and there are no clouds. The wind blows and blows Albrecht's hair away.
Soldiers guarding the outside of the tent spread out and stared at each other. Despite the poor working conditions, it was an era that did not expect the modern machinery of the earth.
Alert work was also important at this time, and it stood well, but the rest of the time was often a little different.
They were merely controlling entry and risking their lives to fight, so I didn't want to say anything at the end of the war.
When they see Albrecht, they get up and take off their helmets.
“It's a lot of work. Protect the tent. No, get William. You bring me my horse. ”
As Albrecht's words fell, two soldiers ran off somewhere in Burinake. And when the horse arrived before William, Albrecht climbed up to Schwarz and wandered around the tent.
From morning onwards, the soldiers preparing for the task stared at Albrecht. They were the first guardian knights I'd seen since the battle.
I just looked at Albrecht wonderfully for a long time, forgetting what they had to do. He pushed 10,000 people with a short charge and almost single-handedly hit the left wing that was pierced.
They look from afar and try to bash their faces in their heads when they get a chance, and they all stare straight at Albrecht.
In the eastern continent, the knights and soldiers were always together, so they were all familiar with Albrecht, but in Anglia, there was a time when they would roll around with Rosamund and fall wounded and not be able to have a human bond with them.
Moreover, most of them were with rangers when fighting the Wild King, but not for long, so everyone looked at Albrecht curiously.
“Well, I've got work to do. What are you looking at? ”
Albrecht shrugs slightly. But if I had my orders, I would listen to them, but I kept staring at them, because they were very impetuous and shameless.
Some of them still tried to work, but they kept snorting and looking at Albrecht. Albrecht just wanted to get back inside the tent.
‘Bastards. ’
Anglia's soldiers were all great warriors. Albrecht respected that, but he didn't like it.
A few moments later, William approaches on his horse. You wear a sword around your waist and a bow around your shoulders, in leather clothes worn by hunters without wearing chain armor. In the modern sense of the world, it was a cool look.
Naturally, she was brushing her brunette hair neatly and wearing a green hunter's hat. The white weasel was embroidered beside the hat, but the weasel was not crooked.
Albrecht smiles faintly and hands him the axe.
“What happened to the weasels? Casualties.”
“There are seven casualties. Four warriors, three injured and incapacitated. ”
“Let's go first. Guide me.”
Albrecht backs his gaze and follows William.
A short distance from the soldiers' tent, the Rangers' camp is located. They start campfires early in the morning, making wild jokes, and grilling some meat or vegetables in their skewers.
Albrecht approaches, and they wink at each other with their eyes wide open.
“Aren't you dead? ”
Albrecht looks down at them with a poop-chewing look on his face. It was rough people, so the expression of affection was like that. Albrecht, no one else, did this to them.
“Don't give me that crap. Where is the tomb of the warriors? ”
The crew looks at each other with a puzzled look, and leads them to the place on the edge of the hill.
Albrecht follows them, and you see a graveyard made of planks. There was a crude fence around it that prevented access, but it seemed natural that time would pass.
I thought this was the limit of time. But the corpses that couldn't even make this were crowded. Most people used to dig big holes all at once. Ecbert was so considerate that he did something like a joint funeral. I couldn't even expect that in the north or the middle.
Albrecht steps off his horse and sees the tomb. ‘An Englishman Ranger squad, a few weasels, someone, and a turtle sleeps here in the battle on Hill.' There was an inscription.
Albrecht bows his head. You hold on for a moment, and then you leave a blunt note in your mind.
‘Well done. ’
Then he raised his head again and climbed to the horse. From the looks of the crew, it wasn't impressive or one-faced. I still have the audacity to look at Albrecht.
Albrecht dares to look down at them.
“I will pay the families of the warriors separately. We will also pay compensation to the injured personnel. You will remain at rest until further notice. ”
I wish I could do this for all the soldiers in battle, but I don't have the money for it. Albrecht had nothing here. He was going to pay back all the loot he'd collected or dispossessed.
Central, Eastern, Anglia, and Albrecht had little of their own. No, there's Rosamund. I thought she couldn't sell enough lightning axes or golden shields.
You leave the Rangers behind, and Albrecht turns to meet his commanders.
For those who were careless and clumsy, the morning sun warmly embraced them.
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