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It is often said that the military is a simple, ignorant organization. I had to sweep my eyes even though the snow was on its way, cutting the mountain only by human strength, and filled the whole huge reservoir.
When there's no way, you really just have to head to the ground. Albrecht also had to become simply ignorant.
I asked the soldiers to cut down the trees and build a raft. And I tried to build a bridge that could follow the raft across the river, but it wasn't as easy as I thought.
Soldiers plunge into the water, or the raft breaks. The enemies did not stand idly by to see this. You dig a trench and start hitting the stake.
I felt like I was doing a construction battle with my spear between the rivers, not a tumultuous battle. I tried Wilhelm to get the archers to shoot the bow, but mostly I couldn't do any damage.
“You sons of bitches! ”
“What a fucking asshole! ”
There was something else I did besides a construction battle. It was a bath battle. They couldn't attack each other. They just face each other in the river every day, screaming and swearing.
“You brunette! I saw it! If you cross, you'll be left behind! ”
“Fuck you, asshole! I'd fuck your wife faster than you'd cross over! ”
“Wa-ha-ha!”
You smile at your allies with the witty swearing of the enemy. The soldier who heard the family-bath faced with a blushing face.
“If I fuck you, my wife will fuck you! You sneaky bastard! I saw you fall like an idiot! ”
“Wa-ha-ha!”
Soldiers chuckle, without any friendlies in the battle. I didn't know if I was feeling resentful or if I could fight properly later.
Albrecht just ran down the river every day, looking over his shoulder.
Construction of the Raft Bridge was underway because it required more than 20,000 people to do so.
The enemy's headquarters had been located on the other side of the river one day, and had been stretched out to the side to keep them from crossing the river. Enemy knights have been running along the river all day, watching the northerners.
Even if you build a Raft Bridge, it seems almost impossible for the enemy to break through a triple stake by the river.
Besides, our knights have to cross the bridge in hippocampus to get across the bridge, but our enemy knights are waiting on horseback, so there's nothing we can do.
Albrecht stares at the enemies across the river without pity, and he sees a gray-haired man leading the knights and lords.
The gray-haired man is Balthazar. Her hair color remained the same, and her face didn't change much.
Both of them had a history of participating in the Crusades, but one of them crossed over to the eastern continent and destroyed 100,000 armies of Amazon, rebuilt the shrine and built a country, and one of them did not cross over to the eastern continent.
Albrecht, Randolph, Hermann, Yurgen and dozens of knights intersect the river and exchange their gaze without a word with the enemy commander.
Balthazar grips his helmet slightly and lowers his head to Albrecht. It seemed to show respect, even though it was an enemy.
Albrecht returns to the encampment without a careless gesture.
Time ran out, and the seasons changed. The enemies continued to join forces with the lords and soon approached 30,000.
Almost 1,000 knights – mostly lords and their knights – resembled Albrecht, with less organized tactical power than Albrecht, but the quality of a soldier or knight was nothing compared to Vidoukin.
The bridge was completed long ago across the river, but it could not even cross over. Enemies break the bridge in front of them at night and repeat the rebuilding of allies during the day. It was a relief that there were no archers.
Sometimes there are small fights on the bridge, but they can't fight each other properly, so they just wrestle again and then return to their camp.
The reason for such a massive attack was that the narrow and precarious path led to a widespread area of hostilities would be suicide.
Even if Albrecht breaks through one area with his own strength, he can almost see the fire.
There were conditions for Albrecht's war. You shouldn't take too much damage against your enemies.
Even if you win, if you take a lot of damage, it takes a long time to repair the damage. Then conquering the world has the potential to end with a dream.
And, as well as war, something rather unfortunate happened to the Albrecht individual. His relationship with Rosamund was unwittingly desired. It's been a long time since we slept together.
Once again, Rosamund decides to refuse. Albrecht's pride is disgraceful, and he feels foolish enough to fight with it. Why would he do that?
I think it's because of the child problem, but I told him clearly that I don't care.
But Rosamund seemed concerned and stressed.
No matter how powerful Albrecht was, he couldn't help with his child's problems, and sometimes he was a little annoyed.
It turned out to be a natural state of separation. Albrecht stayed in the command barracks, and Rosamund lived alone in the king's tent. It was a long, frustrating day.
The military was a unproductive population, and consumed exclusively. We've already consumed a lot of food, and the more time we take, the more trouble we have with our supply.
It was the same for the enemies. Perhaps the lords, joining Balthazar, would put out an exhibition, and if they needed more food for a long time, they would squeeze more people.
Albrecht couldn't come up with an operation with that in mind. But it was true that I felt pressured.
Albrecht loosely unscrews his silk clothes and sits on top of the command barracks smoking pipe cigarettes.
You hear the sound of the beetles outside one night, and a group of stars gleam for the exhausted soldiers. Several lanterns were illuminated, but not all the darkness within the barracks. The golden armor in the corner gives a subtle golden glow.
Only useless cigarettes roam around the tent, suddenly someone enters the tent and a cool breeze blows in and scatters the smoke.
“Oh, it's getting a little cold. ”
Einhart. He didn't know how to ride, so Albrecht rode around, just watching from afar, and he was almost always there.
Once, I was curious about how he recorded himself, but I didn't try hard to see him. You're not seriously considering a couple relationship?
“Einhardt, do you keep a personal record? ”
You won't see the records, but I was curious. Einhart is no more terrified than he needs to be if Albrecht is familiar enough. He smiles and sits in a chair in the corner.
“You're the one who told me to keep a record. ”
Einhart said, placing the paper on a narrow desk prepared for him. After collecting some data and organizing the contents, it was written on parchment paper.
“I'm talking about my one-on-one, family relationships, etc…… do I need to write everything down? ”
“Well, won't you see me when the next draft is completed? ”
Unlike when we first met, Einhardt was clearly relaxed. I didn't know who to answer to, or if the knights or soldiers were beside me, I might have been beaten. But Albrecht didn't care much.
“By the way, you don't even know where you're from. Where are you from?”
“I'm from Rotaringen. If you go across the river here, you go right through Lightingen, and then a few more lands to the southeast. ”
Rotaringen was once ruled by Otto. Albrecht was named after King Otto, who was a loner in Adelmar not long ago.
His first encounter passed in my mind. I remembered talking all night while the three of you were drinking with Adelmar. He ended up dead in battle.
As I was dying, I remembered asking the Young King for help. Albrecht refused. The light of the lamp is blocked in Albrecht's eyebrow skeleton, and a shadow falls on the blue eye.
What happened to the young king? I was told Sigmund had imprisoned the young king in the tower.
I remember killing the nobles by destroying Leopold and throwing a banquet with Zigmund. Adelmar is dead with his eyes wide open, as if he were unfair.
There was no change in Albrecht's face. He just fell into a trance with a dark light.
Einhart seems to have written a few notes on the paper as he looks at it. Albrecht smiles slightly.
“Haha, what is there to write down now? ”
“It's a one-size-fits-all.”
Einhardt smiles and replies. Albrecht shakes his head lightly, smiling.
Albrecht smokes heavily, and again, his cigarette puffs up and covers the barracks with silence. Albrecht glances back at Einhart, who is working with a feather pen.
Blonde hair and blue eyes looked a lot like their hair color and eyes color. He was always crooked, so he was quite tall. At that moment, Albrecht remembered something.
“Hey, Einhardt. ”
“Yes, Your Majesty. ”
Einhardt stopped writing and looked at Albrecht.
“Would you like to try on my armor? ”
Einhard puzzles at Albrecht's words. Albrecht's golden armor was the most powerful piece of armor in the world, but it was also the most beautiful treasure. No one but Albrecht has ever worn armor.
Albrecht smiles faintly at Einhart, staring at him.
Starting the next day, Albrecht taught Einhardt how to ride, just to stand still for a little while.
I rode Einhardt on a horse other than Linderhorn, wearing golden armor, went to the same place every day, checking on my enemies, then returning.
Hermann was disappointed, but he left the axe, and went on with his daily routine in harmony with Yurgen and Richardman.
And on a rainy day, Albrecht called a mission meeting and told the commanders.
“Listen up. I'll explain the operation from now on. Once I heard, it was nothing, but I didn't tell you because the secret was important. ”
Commander Randolph and Hermann look confused. Albrecht, the man who always stood up to his opponents.
“From tomorrow on, Einhardt will wear golden armor and go to the place I scouted every day. In a word, pretend to be me. ”
As Albrecht spoke, Randolph and Herman, Carpen, Jurgen, Wilhelm, Hrolf, Gunnar, Richard and Erbin all turned their heads together and looked at Einhart in the corner.
Einhart shakes his head tightly. I was familiar with Albrecht for a long time, but the so-called Knights of the King had to be difficult.
“Randolf is in charge of the headquarters, and you two, Eugene and Richard, support Einhart as I truly am. Friends must be deceived before enemies can be deceived. Remember this. And I, along with Erbin, will lead the Knights of the Lysen 700 upstream to the northwest, cross the river and flank the enemy. Then you must cross the bridge, Randolph. We need to secure the prison rather than defeating the enemy. Once you cross the river, pull out your stakes and hold your form firmly by the river. Keep your allies crossing. ”
for the first time in Albrecht's life. I've never done a trick before, but I've only smashed my enemies in front of me, but this time there's really nothing I can do.
After outlining the operational schematics, Albrecht explained specific operations that would make a breakthrough for Hrrolf and Gunnar, and how to secure a custodial area, and how to deploy troops sequentially.
I had to repeat the operation several times because I was speechless, and the commanders didn't understand. But I thought it would be good because I have experienced it.
The mission meeting, which started at noon, ended just after midnight. Albrecht disbands everyone and leaves the tent.
Einhardt didn't do much, but in a way, it was the most important role. Albrecht shrugged his shriveled shoulders and forced the defendant to slap his bent back.
“Oops!”
A slight slap, but Einhardt straightens his back and wrinkles his face and forms a statue of death.
“Now you must record yourself. I wonder what to write. ”
Albrecht thought something was funny. Scattered snow falls slightly thicker outside, and Albrecht heads for his tent in a long time.
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