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

(That's not good...)

Caion-Ode had seen a deterioration of the situation in the air on the battlefield.

The first bad hand could have been a rivalry.

It would not have been such a tragedy if we had attacked without siding. At least, if we concentrated our forces on a formation of Gandhian soldiers known for their weak soldiers, the battlefield would have been fixed before the enemy ambush arrived. This one seems advantageous.

There were two armed summoners here. I had just started researching how to operate an armed summoner, but I knew as much as it was not an exaggeration to say whether I could run an armed summoner that was alone and marginally more aggressive than a normal unit. Take one as a positive move to Lucion's side and the other to Gandia's side of fate. In the center, the two armed summoners should have been able to storm out their minds by letting them handle it with a central unit.

(Can we just retreat...?)

Reminds me of the words of the Holy General Ginavi, as they were.

If so, he regretted his loss.

This measure, which placed the power of Ginarvi and Fay on him, could have led to the withdrawal of the enemy forces to Nagrasia. If both wings were crushed, only the central and ambush units would have been there. I don't think the enemy forces can fight properly in such a situation.

Caion cannot help but be anxious that Ginarvi's back is no longer visible when he sets up an imposition on his enemies.

He's gonna win. By killing the Admiral, we are trying to deprive the enemy of the meaning of fighting. That's good. If it works, we might be able to crack this situation open. If the enemy forces retreat, this one will also have time to rebuild the army. You may also conscript as the Holy Dragon Army. This one comes with the Holy General. Second only to the general. I can't turn anything against you. After you've formed your army in that way, you can turn to Ginarvi for judgment. He has a generator, Caion sees. I can keep up with him.

That is why we must not die in such a battle.

"Let the double-wing generals prepare to retreat."

Caion ordered the decree to do the opposite of what he was thinking. The decrees seemed perplexed for a moment, but I looked this one in the eye and nodded. Running through the battlefield.

Chaotic battlefield.

Heat and madness are rolling backwards.

Caion noticed a sweat in his hand. Disgusting sweat. I am reminded that this was also a horrible thing to do in action. It was just an aerial theory on the desk, like the tactics and maneuvers Caion had in mind day and night. Something that had no real combat experience was just weaving dreams and delusions and admiring self painting.

It's too late to bite your teeth.

The momentum lies with the enemy.

The half-successful ambush on the main force has motivated the enemy. The alert to enemy ambushes that have reached all armies also makes no sense if a large group of cavalry actually comes into an avalanche. It just gets overwhelmed and ravaged.

Interception by four hundred archers was also in places like water on the burning stone. It's like half a dozen shots down. Looks like we got somewhat caught up in a front row fall, but in short, that's all.

It did not lead to the destruction of the ambush unit, which was attacked by the main force, creating confusion.

No matter how much Zinarvi blows up his enemies, it's hard to push the war back.

I see, they're strong. Both Ginarvi and Faye tried to kill the enemy soldiers who had arrived at the main battalion with more force than Caion had ever imagined. It showed totally unexpected activity from its luxurious appearance, such as Faye, and also exalted the morale of Ginarvi's offerings.

But it was unlikely that we could overturn this situation with personal bravery. If we can discuss an enemy general, it could change. Even if the flow never turns this way, we'll be able to push it back into equilibrium.

But I can't.

Perhaps the enemy's defenses are strong, and even the Ginarvis are not easy to break through. Enemy troops in the middle row are waiting as they jump over the central front row fence.

Reaching the General is a difficult task. While you're at it, there's no point in this left or right wing being devastated. Especially the right-wing Kerr troops are bewitched as good by the knights of Lucion.

(We should retreat here once)

If we go back to Zeol, we can buy some time. Neither is the enemy army harmless. You shouldn't be attacking me right away. In the meantime, attitude and rematch in full swing.

Of course, by then, Caion was going to work as much brains as he could have and bring victory to the Saint Dragon Army. That's the only way to write off this lapse.

But.

(To do this)

Nothing more than waiting for the Ginarvis to give up their main raid and come back.

Anxiety swelled in Caion's chest.

Weren't they going to die when they jumped out of the main formation?

"Our way, dominance!

"Or can you win...?

To a report from his men, Gordon exhaled slowly. Time flies, drunk by the heat of the battlefield, even letting himself breathe.

On the left wing of the Saint Dragon Army, Gordon Squad positions, there is only a small offering with him. Seven hundred of Gordon's men and three hundred of his borrowers were playing a fierce struggle with the enemy army in the front row of the left wing.

Seven hundred were the ones he had acted with since Nagrasia, and his years in Nagrasia could also be coloured with memories of interaction with them. Gordon, who was not military talented, often couldn't keep up with their military service strategy, but was often a well-minded bunch of people, and there was nothing like humiliating him as a civilian ascendant.

In that regard, he realizes that he would have been blessed with luck. But the position of having to send those well-minded people to the dead didn't suit him very well. I had a heart attack on the report coming from the front line.

It was clear from the beginning that it was not suitable for military personnel. What the hell is wrong with you? You can't make a heart too small for this figure.

"Looks like Lord Wing's temple has worked. Weak soldiers are weak soldiers. We are not even enemies of the Third Dragon Scale Army"

"Ha ha..."

Gordon was about to slip off the hook with a loving laugh back at the words of his prestigious men. The Gordons pushed the front back and said it had reached midway down the river.

While there was some relief, horseback riding orders ran in front of me.

"Report! Looks like the right-wing unit is half-baked!

"Hey, what?!? Is Kerr safe?!?

"Life and death are unknown!

To the cry of the decree, Gordon pampered his mouth.

"Outside, it's brittle..."

On horseback, Hulberg had seen the formation of enemy troops collapse into collapse, no longer an exaggeration when it came to devastation.

Lucion's army was deployed to the left wing of its own double-wing formation. It would mean going straight ahead and hitting the right wing of the enemy formation. Zalwarn's army. Was it the name of an organization called Dragon Scale Army?

Even though he was not as weak a soldier as Gandia, he was not the enemy of Lucion. You can say I kicked it.

"Strive for martial arts! Compete for results! Lucion is a land of desolation! Linonclair will not allow you to fall cowardly and humiliate the name of your country!

Flying around the battlefield on a horse is Halberg's wife, Linonclair. She was herself, a woman of martial arts, making herself princess and captain of the White Knights. There are countless martial arts she has raised, and the princess's work from Gandhia will gain the enthusiastic popularity of the Lucion people.

Linonclair never floated to its popularity, but rather also shy in front of Halberg. Her such deep itching touches the harp line of Hulberg, but it doesn't matter now.

To the outrageous encouragement of Linonclair, not only those of the White Saint Knights, but also Lucion's soldiers stormed around like crazy. Nonetheless, the damage was minor and the dead had not been so far.

Damage to enemy forces is terrific.

Enemy troops are half-baked and continue to decline as they move into sweep battles. If there were fewer soldiers, the will would have dropped, and if the will dropped, there would have been even fewer soldiers. A complete vicious circle is happening to enemy forces.

"Our right wing, it looks like it's being pushed!

To the scream of the decree, the idea Halberg had was a moment.

"Turn reinforcements. Tell him to hold on."

"Ha."

Without even seeing the decree rush away, Hulberg pulled a horse over to Linonclair. Her bluffing under her helmet is as harsh and ruthless as a military god.

"Captain White Saint Knight, 300 men from your unit, I want you to turn to the right wing"

"Ha, I'll take care of it!

Linonclair summoned the White Knights immediately in response to Hulberg.

Halberg confirms that while he falls back in love with his wife's frivolous appearance, he has not made the wrong decision. This enemy unit is collapsing. As much as he could see the chain of command was disturbing, the soldiers were confused. Still, you can't escape unless you give the order, and you just have to respond. Pathetic, but that's the end of the soldier's line.

I've divided the White Saints into 300 men, reinforcements, and it won't affect a lot of them. Rather, it is more important to rescue right-wing allies and prevent the collapse of the front. If you are stormed by the main force from the right wing, this victory will no longer make sense.

Of course, I don't think it's going to be that easy.

I've never gone beyond caution.