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

It was on September 15th that the Saint Dragon Army, led by Saint General Ginavy-Ryburn, left the groundbreaking Zeol.

The day before yesterday, he is attacking Zarka-Beaudy, the wing general of Thruke, as a renegade, absorbing a thousand members of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army. This made the Saint Dragon Army a great zone of more than three thousand men, and it seemed sufficient to fight the Gandhian army. These are two armed summoners with great arms. Ginarvi was treading, saying that there was no element to lose.

And you don't even have to win.

All you have to do is damage the Gandia army and withdraw it.

Ginarvi's purpose, that was all. It is not about winning the Gandia army and triumphing over the Dragon House. I hope I can moderately hurt the Gandhian army and make it on my way home. I just need you to give up your invasion of Zalwarn and try to make your way to the other side. That way Ginarvi, along with these more than three thousand troops, can be independent of Zalwarn and focus on creating a new heaven and earth.

It's a country that can't even deal with three thousand people under Gray-Balzerg. We also have to leave Ginarvi and his independence alone. Alternatively, admit it as a Zalwarn country. In any case, Ginarvi was obsessed with the establishment of the new country. Fay-Vlidia and the country you two make. There's no need for hell there. I just wanted to make it a country where I could live like a human being.

Be human, be yourself.

I'll do whatever it takes for that.

Ginarvi's chest was burning like a flame.

This is what the ranks of the Saint Dragon Army are like when they leave Zeol.

It was divided into three teams, one thousand for the advance team led by Wing General Gordon-Fenec, one thousand for the middle team led by Wing General Kerle-Clover, and one thousand and two hundred for the main unit led by Holy General Ginavy-Ryburn, who set out in turn.

Gordon is a seemingly unreliable figure, but his clerical skills were there, and he often relied on him for a few days during his stay in Zeol. Submissive, loving, Ginarvi generously treated him. Kerr is not a bad person either. Behind his back, the seemingly feeble appearance was a medium-spirited figure, who sometimes objected head-on to Ginarvi. It's not like you're not afraid of death. How many rebels were cut off in front of him? But Kerr has Kerr's justice, and he doesn't hate to risk his life for it.

Ginarvi didn't hate people like that either.

That's who he is, he thinks.

In contact with Gordon and Kerr, Ginervi felt like he could get something back that he had forgotten. I don't know what that is, but you'll find out someday. At that time, I feel Faye is laughing at me more. She smiled more often than not since she got out on the ground. That fact comforts Ginarvi's heart.

That's all, I'm glad to be out on the ground.

For Ginarvi, Faye was the flower found in hell and the only absolute light.

That's why he stuck that he wouldn't even respond to a summons from Mirell Bus unless accompanied by Faye. In the form of a broken Mirell Bus, Faye was also to be sent out of the Dinobot Cave. In that regard, maybe I can thank Mirelbus. Most importantly, it was Mirell Bus who left the two of them in the Dinobot Cave, and he was the root of all evil.

Over the night, by the time we welcomed the morning, the Saint Dragon Army had reached the Longhi River. The river flowing from Mount Longhi, north of Zeol, was shallow in depth of what was wide, and could be crossed on foot. In the summer, it was sometimes busy with humans coming to the cool, and when Ginarvi was young, he sometimes came to visit the water with his family. Beautiful memories, too, but unnecessary for him now.

It was on the morning of the sixteenth that I met the enemy forces across such a river.

"We've found enemy forces on the other shore!

"Is that so much opposite the shore?

To the report from the front, although Ginarvi had that sentiment, it must not have mattered.

The enemy, as reported in advance, was probably aiming for Zeol from Nagrasia. If Thruke is our goal, we don't need to cross this river. He must have had the soul guts to pull out the zeol and stick it straight into the Ryufu Wufang defense team.

The Holy Dragon Army holds it back.

"Enemy troops, roughly three thousand!

"How we stand on our wings and explore our trends!

In response to reports flying one after the other from the front, Ginarvi said nothing in particular. The number seems to be higher here, but the number doesn't originally matter. It makes sense to ravage enemy forces. There was nothing tactical about Ginarvi, who was created as an armed summoner.

"What do we do?

Ginarvi asked the man next to her on the horse, right.

The young man with the moustache smiled as if he had come up with something when he meditated often.

"Expand the twin wings and observe the enemy's movements. Where they were somewhat superior in number, it's not a good idea to put them in bloom. More importantly, I am concerned that the number of enemy forces has decreased since the original report"

Ginarvi recalled that reports had been received from the scouts who sent him to Nagrasia that the enemy forces were roughly four thousand strong. Sure, I'm just curious.

"Hmm. Then let's do it. Twin Wings Expansion!"

Ginarvi, nodding to the words of a young man with a moustache, shouted up his voice and decreed. Tension runs across the army by his order, as well as moving simultaneously.

"Twin wings roll out! Twin Wings Expansion!"

Ginarvi, while in the mood of a ruler, was never intoxicated. I'm not that stupid. Immediately, look down at the youth. The young man was on foot.

His name is Caion-Ode. He seems to be the son of Cyrus-Ord that he was given the rank of Divine General, but he never gained by being the son of the Divine General. For example, he lived a qualitative life in Zeol without being able to work under his father Cyrus. I'm studying tactics, he said. Ginarvi picked him up because he has the consciousness that Ginarvi has no head to think about tactics.

Although I pride myself on having first-rate arms as an armed summoner, I don't remember learning about tactics and strategy. In the first place, the armed summoner is on the side of the use, not the commander. It is only by waving a summoning arm on the front line that the armed summoner has significance.

"Are you waiting for the way out"

"Yeah. I can't stop jumping in and getting my flank poked. Observe enemy movements and deal with any anomalies."

Caion has gone with a cool face. I guess he sees a thousand or so of his enemies lurking somewhere. There is no denying Ginarvi. Breaking into the dark clouds and causing damage is something I'd like to avoid even with him. It is the force that underpins the new nation. I don't want to waste a single soldier.

Twin Wings Formation. It is about a formation that unfolded as it spread its wings to the left and right, and in this case, around the main unit, with the Gordons unfolding to the left and the Kerr deploying to the right. Because they line up in horizontal rows, there is only pressure forward, but the breakthrough is low.

Though taking the same formation as the opposing enemy forces across the river means you can make them respond immediately to changes in enemy formation.

"Well, let's wait for the hour"

Ginarvi, crushing to Eagle Deep, got off the horse. Forward, I was concerned that Faye was standing out of hand.

She can't ride a horse by herself.

"Enemy forces, they appear to be expanding on the twins"

"You imitated this one"

"I'm sure you're going to see how to get out."

General Algazard Barrol-Bargazar responded that way to Leongand's sentiments.

Forward, the river lies. It was a wide horizontal river, but it seemed shallow and could be crossed on foot. The waters that illuminate the sun are painfully dazzling to the eyes. It's the middle of September, but the summer heat is still there. It would be nice to feel comfortable even playing with water at that time of year, but as things stand, that's not how it works.

Algazard was watching the enemy formation across the river. Zalwarn's army in formation on the twins. About 3,000 people. It is a formation that is not significantly different from the current self-armies, and the formation is the same. If we keep bumping into each other, is it not the large number of soldiers that determines victory or loss, but the difference in ability of the individual? Because there's a winner. This one has the White Shield, and if you shield their invincible army, you won't even lose that way.

But he doesn't even think about fightin 'on them alone, etc.

I've already hit one measure.

"Will they be safe?"

What Leongand worried about was Gilbert's troops. Mion's general, Gilbert-Hardy, had left the central army to poke behind enemy forces along with the troops under his command. We must be making a big detour north so the enemy won't find us. As the two names of the Assault General put it, he was skillful in handling cavalry and assault from long-distance riding was also synonymous with him. Don't worry if I leave it to you.

The enemy army is definitely surprised and confused by the cavalry that suddenly emerges from behind. And with the cavalry and the central army, we will strangle the enemy army. It's not just a fight to bump into each other directly from the front.

This twin wing is a thousand of Lucion troops on the left wing and a thousand of Gandia First Regiment troops on the right wing, cementing the center with the rest of the cluttered army. The front row of the center is the White Shield. As long as they're around, you can see that the center never breaks through first. In that sense, it can be said that the central unit is the safest.

In that safe zone, Algazard makes you think.

The morale of the enemy army did not always seem high. This one is rather full of excessive warfare, and many even seem to remember being frustrated by this confrontation. The soldiers think they want to fight fast and raise martial arts. Alternatively, some may be bringing the enthusiasm of the speech intact.

Algazard was feeling the difference in heat between the two armies while behind the central unit.

But the way enemy troops cool is creepy enough. It's not like I'm willing to fight. There is something more bottomless. When you feel these creepy signs, you better keep your mind on them. There must be a pit somewhere.

Is there any mistake in the formation of your own army? Is there a problem with the measures taken? Is the soldier properly placed? Are you ready to fight? I have a lot to rethink, but I need to make the best choice I can right now. You don't have to be the best. Make the most appropriate decision.

In order to do so, we need information that serves as a judgment material.

"The enemy army is three thousand. It's not just Zeol's army."

The strength of every city in Zalwarn is basically about a thousand people. Nares distributed it that way, and that shouldn't have changed until recently. And I presume Zalwarn's army restructuring will not be in time for the Gandhian army's electric invasion. Nagrasia was. If restructuring had begun before contact with Nares was interrupted, it is not surprising that the number of Nagrasian troops close to the Gandhian border has fluctuated.

"I wonder if they sent you from the Dragon House."

"Or maybe he joined up with Thruke's army."

"To discuss us."

"Yes."

When Algazard nodded, Leongand seemed to smile bitterly.

The enemy is also desperate to defend his country. I wouldn't hate any means to defend the land. It's as easy as joining the army. That 2,000 or 3,000 can fight more enemies and have more prospects of winning than just a thousand troops. They just did what was natural.

natural reaction to the invasion,

Inevitable reflexes.

"Until the enemy has movement, you will wait"

"General Gilbert's surprise attack, too, is that it?

"Of course."

If Gilbert's cavalry storms the back of the enemy army, the formation must be disrupted. You can attack there. Normally, you could win with that.

The target is three thousand.

But this one swells to more than four thousand in rendezvous with the cavalry. The enemy should be in a state of chaos by then. Just push it in.

"Can you win?"

"You have to win"

Answering Leongand's twinkle forcefully, Algazard retightened his mind.