Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

It was on September 8th that Zalwarn Third Dragon Scale Army Wing General Gordon-Fenec relinquished Nagrasia under the authority of the Legion Leader and ordered the entire army to withdraw.

Thunderstorms were also intense. Tomorrow morning, there were no hands or feet in front of the stormy army that hit Nagrasia. He fled in front of his enemies at great sacrifice, despite inflicting painful hands. He decided it would be better to join the other troops and ask for a chance to fight back than to drain any more.

Where to join.

That would be the problem that bothers me the most. Bahandar in the west and Sumaada in the east are out of the question. Too far from Nagrasia. It's an unprepared march. We'll run out of meagre food before we get there.

Then it will mean Zeol or Thruke in the middle. The positional relationship between these two cities was relatively close, and even if it was rejected by one of them, it also had the advantage of stopping immediately in the other city. Although there would be no city that would refuse to accept its own troops.

I decided to rely on Zeol after thinking about it. Kerle-Clover, the winged general of the Seventh Dragon Scale Army stationed at Zeol, was also a well-known and dependable man for Gordon. It was a seemingly feeble appearance, but if it was relied upon, it would not refuse, and once received, it was also a person who would always try to accomplish it. If you're counting on him, leave him alone.

A defeated march was miserable. It only took time to gather and gather the soldiers who had escaped by disrupting the calculations by the withdrawal order Gordon had given them. While trained as a regular army, this is it. It is the harm inflicted by the tranquillity of the region, and I guess that also affects the failure to intercept enemy forces.

Most importantly, Gordon later heard that the soldiers who perceived the enemy attack immediately closed the south gate and held it in bow from the walls. It would have bought us time, and in the meantime, we could have set up an army and moved to interception.

But the gate was destroyed, and the enemy troops crept in.

It was also during the bundling that the gate closed and appeased, he said. There would have been no impossibility of delaying the response, and it would have been natural to be stunned. Even if Gordon was on the spot, there might not have been anything we could have done. It is also possible that he himself had lost his hips.

He doesn't think he's a competent commander, let alone that his men move neatly in one word. I train one street, and communication with the soldiers is indispensable. I have also heard of the reputation of being a well-considered wing general. But that's not what I'm talking about. He just lacked a conversation with the soldiers to make his life in Nagrasia more moisturizing. More importantly, he was a civilian and dreamed of becoming the central bureaucrat of Zalwarn.

I also want to throw up who wants it, such as the Dragon Scale Army Wing General.

However, refusal to take up the post of Wing General not only meant that the road to the centre would be completely closed, but even the status quo as a civilian could be lost. I had to take it.

As a result, he felt like he was dying and ran through a thunderstorm.

He abandoned Nagrasia, gathered his troops, and headed towards Zeol. From Nagrasia to Zeol, maybe salvation wasn't all that far away. He said it was similar to the distance between Nagrasia Myram, and that the forcible army would have been able to reach it in a day and a half to two.

Fortunately during the unhappiness, some food was loaded on several carriages I had taken with me during the retreat. Thanks to the fact that it was enough to sour the mouth, don't forget to just manage the equipment so you don't have to get into any kind of situation. Perhaps that could be called Gordon's handle, but it would be more natural to think of it as the handle of those who heeded his advice.

The food, taken together, lasted a day. With that, you'll be able to stand through the road to Zeol. Regardless, if you distribute it to everyone, it can only be as much as a sparrow's tears, but it can temporarily snuggle a hunger. And as long as it lasts, it must withstand through to Zeol. It was much better than no food.

In fact, the discovery of food had succeeded in increasing the morale of the retreating troops by some measure.

The eighth day, as long as his strength lasted, he ran through for Theol. There were no Gandian army pursuit units that my men feared. Perhaps he thought the commander could afford to make extra sacrifices. Thanks to you, I picked up my life.

Nine days later, the thunder stopped and the rain rose. The morning meal was sumptuous thanks to the prospect that we would reach Zeol within that day. All we had to do after we used the food and filled our bellies was run through the land of Zalwarn.

But it's going to be an unexpected thing here.

It is the Imperial Demon.

A horde of Imperial Demon Buhmatz, who looked like a horse, ravaged the Third Dragon Scale Army. Dozens or hundreds of armored horses kicked through a line of defeated men. I couldn't even intercept him and there wasn't even a fight. Although the minor injuries were numerous, they were neither dead nor seriously injured.

The Imperial Devil just ran through, rolled over, and returned. The Imperial Demons, said to be the natural enemies of mankind, ran through without animosity or intent to kill, without looking this way, bringing the Gordons the feeling as if they had been struck by a natural disaster. Some voices said it seemed like a drill, but I never heard of the Imperial Devil acting like that, etc.

Most importantly, thanks to the Imperial Devil's missed, the Gordons were able to reach Zeol.

It was the middle of the ninth night that the Gordons arrived at Zeol.

Zeol is one of Zalwarn's cities. It was so much bigger than Nagrasia, and the construction of the walls was splendid. The gate was also huge and seemed intimidating to the Gordons defeated soldiers, but it was also the stronghold of their own army. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Thanks to the initial touches, he was greeted by Seventh Dragon Scale Army Wing General Kell-Clouver earlier than the Gordons arrived in front of the gate. The weak-faced wingman, nostalgic for his reunion with Gordon, labored his heart as well.

"It would have been hard."

"I am good. There are those who were injured. Why don't you let me take care of him?

"Oh, if that's about it, I'll take care of it. There's nothing else I can do."

I thought Kerr's words were a sign of intent not to engage in anything beyond his authority.

"Until we have a separate life from the center, I'm going to follow you."

Though defeated, there are quite a few people left that can be used for combat. If I could have been mixed up with Kerr's men along with those soldiers, I would have felt safe as Gordon. Kerr was from the same civilian as Gordon, but he had quite a bit of experience in action, and in that sense he wanted to rely on it.

Most importantly, Slook's wing generals had more experience in action, and if they were to go to battle, they would be better off relying on you, but relying on the unfamiliar was also a losing general, Gordon.

"Oh... but I have no right to make decisions"

"You don't have the right to decide? You must be the wingman, right?

I don't remember hearing about Kerr being demoted, and Gordon looked surprised. Kerr humbled all the faint faces he loved.

"If a man with authority stronger than Wing General is sent, so will he."

According to Kerr's story, there was a major coup d 'état in the centre and the aftermath came.

Leg loss and restraint in Nares-Ragnahorn. Heath-Lerga, his subordinate, died in prison, meaning that the breathtaking things of Nares were also being prosecuted, but Nagrasia didn't even hear that Nares had lost his legs. Though far from the center, Gordon was dismayed that the information was being communicated too slowly. but according to Kerr, it was only a few days ago that he also found out about it, and it was Kerr's guess that it might be intelligence control to avoid creating upset due to nurse leg loss.

Perhaps it is.

When it comes to Nares-Ragnahorn, he's a world-known military teacher. The superstitious rumors that all of his extraction will hit are being heard as true, and even some Zalwarn military men are being faithful. It was Nahless's arm that instantly dropped Logner into his country, and if he saw the trick, he wouldn't be forced to claim him as a military god, but as Gordon, he could not resent him for recommending himself as a civilian to the Wing General. In Gordon, Nares was incompetent and a fool with no foresight, but he also knew his neck would fly if he spoke of it, so he never went to anyone. And to my wife.

The neck flies, which is also a metaphor, and in a physical sense the neck may have flown. As mentioned, Nares had enthusiastic followers. I couldn't say enough that if the tantrum to Nares got into their ears, there was no chance that they would be killed.

So many followers.

If we knew about Nares' detention, we might have had a riot. It must have been natural, in a way, to hide Nares' leg loss and restraint. Not for any other reason, but to the best of my knowledge, that's about it.

And the aftermath of Nares' leg loss came, he said, two days ago.

From the Dragon Palace came the Holy Admiral Ginavy-Ryburn and Faye Vlidia. Speaking of Ginarvi, he is the second son of Mirelbas-Ryburn and is remembered by Gordon as a man dropped in the Dinobot Cave.

He wielded the power of the Holy General and stripped the Seventh Dragon Scale Army of its command from Wing General Kerr. The Holy General was the title that was at the apex of the Zalwarne army, whose authority was to such an extent as to dominate the whole army, to the extreme. Most importantly, a position of Divine General has now been established on top of it, and the Divine General has been entrusted with Theros-Ode. Cyrus also said that he was a person born of a lowlife and was found and pulled out by Mirelbus.

Gordon looked quietly at the complexion of such a man.

Ginarvy-Ryburn. Son of the Lord of Nations. In some countries he would have been a prince and heir to the throne. But the wonder of a country called Zalwarn is that the head of the Pendragon clan was running the country around. It was also whispered that that was the cause of Zalwarn's constant anxiety, but it was not an easy thing to do, such as change the system that has been going on since the founding of the country. It was Mirelbus who tried to rectify that incredible system, and he took the throne of the lord after the struggle for power, and since then he has been trying to change the country. That's why Gordon was rooting for Mirelbus.

Ginarvi was a young man. I just plugged it into my late twenties, and it's no exaggeration when it comes to making young. That's why Gordon wasn't bitter to snag at him. I can tolerate most things if I want to live. Besides, it's not for one of us. The lives of many of my men are at stake. When I think about it, it means I'm motivated by Russia.

"Third Dragon Scale Army Wing General Gordon-Fenec. You mean you've been ambushed by enemy forces, renounced Nagrasia, and retreated so far, but you can't go wrong?

Ginarvi's voice was tall and deaf, but Gordon didn't give it to his expression. Instead, in awe, he affirmed his words with an impetus that lay flat.

"Exactly."

"The information arrived before you arrived, but we needed to make sure it was true. but thanks to you guys, let's just say I saved you the trouble. The problem is, you didn't gather much information about the enemy forces."

"Well, it's... sometimes it's a sudden situation, and sometimes I was cornered by a retreat without time to confirm it"

Gordon began with an excuse, but this could have been the wrong response, he thought as he lined up the words. What the military seeks is precise reporting, not harsh excuses, etc. I should have known that, too, but I got a habit.

Ginarvi narrowed her eyes to Gordon's attitude. Gordon thought it was a snake-like eye for prey.

"Fighting is always abrupt. Especially since Nagrasia is close to the border. You should have been willing to go to war whenever you wanted."

"Ha..."

"I can't help blaming you for what's past. Give me all the information you have. It can be trivial. That's what you do. Then, the Third Dragon Scale Army join the Seventh Dragon Scale Army. Put him under my control. but it's better than being thrown out like this, isn't it?

Ginarvi's words had nothing but a snort, and more importantly, what Gordon most wanted was presented. Regiment rendezvous. Now, the shoulder load goes down. Gordon affirmed with all his might.

"Of course!

"... you seem to be able to use it there. All of you, Kerr, do your best to me. If you want future prosperity."

Ginervi's remarks were unscrupulous and extreme, but Gordon didn't say anything. I only took an attitude that could be taken as affirmative and waited for him to leave the spot. Gordon and Ginarvi are the only ones in the meeting room of the Zeol government building. Sometimes Ginarvi was a commander, and he shouldn't have had time to stand alone with Gordon.

"Come anytime you need me to run errands. If you can listen, I'll listen to you."

That's what he said, he left the conference room.

Though the son of Mirelbas-Ryburn, Gordon thought of the misfortune of his life that the intimidation and elegance that was in Mirelbas was not felt at all by him.

Dinobot Cave.

He spent ten years there.

Hell in Zalwarn.