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

"Surrender..."

When I heard Gordon's thoughts, Caion-Ode's first voice was less of a word of shock.

When Gordon took the gesture and reached the left-wing position, Gandia's army had no shadow or shape. I guess we moved in search of the residual forces, but that was unfortunate luck for the Gordons. Gordon Squad was visibly enlivened when a decree that flew to the front came back to the position with all the survivors of the Third and Sixth Dragon Scale armies. But such things were the same as aerobics and were just like flying if you blew them.

Eventually, information from all over shows that it is highly defeated. The right wing, the left wing, and the center are devastated. Naturally. And Gordon was flabbergasted by the outrageous information that Ginarvi had declared his marriage to Faye. I wondered if there would ever be such a ridiculous story, but apparently when I found out it was true, his determination grew stronger and stronger. The days that followed things like getting married on the battlefield over this period were too ridiculous to seem vain. And I thought I was sorry for what had died in this battle.

That's when there was a storm.

The storm, which expanded from the center of the battlefield to the whole region, seemed like a natural mutation itself and swallowed everything. But it never reached the left-wing position. I stopped it. The storm by the armed summoner must have been stopped by the death of the armed summoner. It was Ginarvi who caused the storm. A decree is watching him start a tornado. And the storm, I'm sure it is.

Ginarvi is dead. Faye, not knowing what had happened, seemed to Gordon likely to have died in the war. The situation can no longer be overridden. If there was only hope, it was them. Ginarvi-Lyburn and Fay-Vridia. Armed Summoner of Dinobot Cave. Only he and she could have overturned the battlefield. but ginervi is probably dead, and we don't even know Faye's life or death.

Defeat became decisive.

That's where Caion came in.

He looked awful, but it must have been something similar to Gordon's. Gordon labored his heart and told him he intended to surrender. Other than that, I didn't see any way to survive.

But Caion shook his body with a bright blue face of anger.

"What is Wing General thinking! We're from Zalwarn. As a member of the Holy Dragon Army, isn't it your pride as a Zalwarne to fight to the end!

Gordon recognized himself as he looked at the face of a young man shouting out loud with terribly cloudy eyes. Blue emotions like his are thrown away on a young day. And you're too old to regain your blue, and you're probably still too young to love your blue. His blue is dazzling and depressing.

"The Zalwarnes? The Dragon Army?

Gordon watched Caion's eyes swinging with passion, just chilling.

"And Wing General! You ignored my two-time withdrawal order! What are you thinking! I am a saint dragon army warrior!

"Withdraw... order...?

Gordon tilted his little neck. That's the story of water in my bedear. If there was such a thing, it would be pulling up the army. Of course, I don't know if I could.

"I put it out, I am!

Gordon also responded with a cool face to the fiercely disturbing sword screen of Caion. The more intense he gets, the cooler Gordon gets. I don't even know his anger, he was regaining his calm by the time I thought. Until just now, the grief seemed to have gone somewhere.

At that time, Gordon's men advanced before Caion.

"With all due respect, the withdrawal order was not addressed to His Majesty the Wing General, at my discretion"

"What!?

Caion was stunned, but the surprise was that Gordon was the same.

"The Gordons were winning. Can you think of anything like retreating there? Not to mention in the middle of a fight. Turn your back on the enemy and not only will you lose your chances, you will also lose many soldiers."

"Isn't this the only thing left after the fight!

It was also understandable that Caion yelled and scattered. Because there are less than five hundred survivors of the Gordons, and more than half of them are dead. Withdrawal as ordered would not have changed much. No, casualties may have rather decreased.

"Yeah, so that means I was wrong too."

My men have looked into Gordon's eyes when they tell Caion not to be evil. Clear eyes. He has determination, he has justice. He must have ignored the orders of the military master for his own justice and bet on the victory of the Gordons. If the Gordons win, it could lead from there to an all-army victory, I guess he thought. Gordon couldn't blame his discretion. Because that's what Gordon could have prevented if he had been firmer. As long as Gordon had eyes on the war, there was no outburst of him.

"Lord Gordon Wings, give me a stern disposition, please. There will be no more to comfort the souls of those who have died at my discretion."

"You can dispose of it later! It is now a prerequisite to gather your soldiers quickly and return to Zeol!

"Return...? To Zeol?"

It was in the township of Nagrasia, his wife, and the inhabitants that floated behind Gordon's brain, rebelling as if in disdain. Regardless, the soldiers' faces also floated and disappeared. It is Nagrasia who should return, not Zeol.

"Yes! Return to Zeol, rebuild the Saint Dragon Army, and once again challenge the Gandian Army to a showdown -"

Gordon was surprised that Caion suddenly collapsed, but shortly afterwards, he was even more stunned.

"What happens when you get back to Zeol? Recruiting soldiers? Defeat the Gandia Army? It's too late."

"Kerr! You're alive!

Gordon encouraged his voice to the look of the man standing behind Caion. He looks down at Caion, looking weak and one good face. Kell-Clouver himself, whose life and death were unknown, is unquestionable from the looks of it. I was concentrating on an argument with Caion, and I didn't seem to notice his proximity. Gordon, Caion, and the rest.

"Oh, I survived..."

For some reason, he started feeling sorry for himself, so Gordon just hugged him. It's a flesh so thin that I don't think it's a military man. It is no exaggeration to say the opposite of Gordon, who has a good width. I was a civilian. He may not have thought of being appointed Wing General or even trying to train his flesh. Gordon, although somewhat eloquent in his workouts, ended up staying to the point of eliminating his lack of exercise.

"It's good to be alive just you......!

"You're the one. You're safe..."

When we rejoiced in each other's survival and hugged each other, we let go of our bodies and stared at each other. Kerr's face looked older than his age. It must be due to physical and mental fatigue, but Gordon didn't feel sorry for him. I was entrusted with the right wing, but I was supposed to run into Lucion's horseback squad. Gordon's opponent in the left-wing position was a Gandhian soldier known for his weak soldier, which is why he held it up and pushed it for a time. Because I didn't want to change it, etc. Even if the Gordons were hitting against the Lucion Army, the results would be the same.

"My troops were instantly kicked. I was dying, too. My men have sheltered me. Otherwise he must have been dead by now."

"Were you..."

Gordon, listening to Kerr, thought it was increasingly good on the left wing. I don't think Gordon has men like him who stand up and shelter him. It doesn't mean getting along with your men is evil, it's about whether or not they risk their lives for Gordon. Whether or not you deserve to put your life on the line.

When Gordon thought about it, Kerr asked quietly...

"Gordon, are you surrendering to Gandia?

"Well, I'm going to..."

I stared because I thought Kerr would disagree with me. Most of all, considering the way he did it to Caion, it was just a matter of concern.

He nodded small.

"That's better. This country has come a long way."

"What do you mean? That's what I was saying earlier."

"Looks like Bahandar has fallen"

"What!?

The shock of the words Kerr has told Gordon to only hear is hard to exhaust on his brush tongue. Gordon was so stunned, so much so that he realized that everything would make his eyes squeeze and his face pale. An unpleasant sweat conveys his back. Bahandar, a hard-to-reach fortified city in western Zalwarn. How many soldiers were scattered in the wetlands for Zalwarn to take from Meredo? That's what countless deaths sleep in that wetland.

I finally got it a few years ago. Surrender could be won as a result of a prolonged attack on food. Since then, Bahandar should have been the stronghold for Zalwarn's southward march. It was also said to have been a stronghold for the attack on Logner, and that it would have helped during the invasion of Meredo.

There must be no such thing as the fall of Bahandar.

"My men caught a Gandhian soldier, and I asked him out."

"Might be a false statement to confuse this one."

Gordon snapped softly, but he didn't even believe what he said. I just didn't think that Kerr would be too convenient. Kerr shakes his head.

"That's not true... after the Gandhian army's victory has become decisive"

"... is it true"

"The soldier seemed on his way from Bahandar to Nagrasia. I guess I went the wrong way and got out on the battlefield. And my men caught me looking for a battlefield that would have Gandhian troops."

Looks like an unlucky Gandhian soldier comes to my attention. I would have wolfed and prepared to die.

What happened to the soldier?

"I let it go. I wonder if we're on the main line of the Gandia army by now. Come on, it'll be busy."

"Did you let him live?"

"There's no point in killing him either. Sooner or later you'll find out."

"Right..."

Slowly nodding, Gordon was feeling a give up in Kerr. He's giving up everything. Maybe he's even desperate. That's why he let Gandhia's soldiers go without killing them. Enemy soldiers. If we meet on the battlefield, it makes sense to kill. Even if he's just a soldier heading to the report, there's no reason to keep him alive.

"Zalwarn is done. Not only Nagrasia, but Bahandar has also been subdued. At this rate, Zeol, Thruke will also be dropped. Soldiers from both cities have been mobilized by the Saint Dragon Army. More than the destruction of the Holy Dragon Army, the Gandian Army can get two cities just like going deserted wilderness"

"Are you going to get a third of Zalwarn's territory?"

"It's also possible that Gandhia will pull troops with it, but even so, we can't expect Zalwarn's future. There are also Grey-Balzerg troops. I don't think they'll do anything."

Kerr's hand grabs Gordon's shoulder. A powerful and gentle gesture.

"Gordon, you should get down to the Gandhian army now. I also hear that the military code is a tough country. Soldiers will also be treated politely. You don't have to die. Try going back to the Dragon House. Just be put on the front line and wait for death."

"Isn't that too much?"

Gordon wasn't going to have the shoulder of a country called Zalwarn. This is the country where I was born and raised. I know both the good and the bad. It's been biting both sour and sweet. That's why I don't want to be bad, and I don't want to be bad.

"... I guess so"

Kerr sighed quietly. He doesn't hate this country, either. But as things stand, recognizing what your position is may be, malice erupts. Especially for Kerr and Gordon, there's never been a harder situation. There should not be, for example, a civilian holding the military's extraction on the battlefield.

"You're not coming?

"... Gordon, I'm apparently a Zalwyan"

"I, too, am a Zalwarian. But the situation says there's no other way out."

Whether we go to Zeol, or to Thruke, there is no gathering of forces and no way to counter the Gandhian army. It will be crushed and, in some cases, killed in battle. Running to the Dragon House might open up another possibility. but as Kerr said, it is visible to be put on the front line. I also know that where I hid in Yamano, the food runs out without holding it for a few days. You can't run away for the same reason. In the end, the surrender is the most certain and the safest.

That's the only way to save my men's lives as well as my own.

"I know. Nothing, I'm not denying your way. You have men. [M] The only way to save their lives is to surrender. That's all right. I think that's the best part."

"Then so are you."

"I believe that I was born in this kingdom ruled by blood, and that I have gained so much standing and fame that I have lived a full life in pain. It was often hard, but I was blessed with my family, my people, my men. And this, I believe, is due to Master Mirelbus."

Gordon couldn't deny Kerr's words. Sure, it makes sense what he says. Thanks to Mirelbas-Ryburn's heavy use of a military teacher named Nares-Ragnahorn, he or Kerr, who was only a civilian, was promoted to Wing General, until he had a thousand men.

It was such a status in a seconded city that no one could blame it for acting like a ruler, and so much honor for what had no back shield. And Gordon was blessed with his wife, as were his men and the people of the city. That's true, too. So you can't deny it, and you just have to admit it. Besides, Gordon doesn't hate that one, Mirelbus. Rather, it was Mirelbus who, thanks to its abilitarianism, showed us the possibility of being a central bureaucrat. If the regime of Mirelbus continued, his dream of becoming a central high-ranking bureaucrat from Wing General might also come true.

Gordon thought Mirrelbus was competent as a trader. I just didn't have eyes for Nares, who appointed Gordon or Kerr as wing generals.

"I cannot avenge Mirelbus."

Gordon had no words for the intricate emotions that Kerr had embedded in his manners. He must have been worried, too. Surrender, retreat, or another way. After thinking about it, the conclusions I drew are different from Gordon's.

"Wow, I..."

"You are you. Not like me. I am not foolish enough to impose my decision on you. Besides, I'd be grateful if you'd surrender."

"What...?

"I'm worried about my family in Zeol. No matter how famous Gandhian military discipline is, you don't know the truth, do you?

"Keep me safe with my citizens."

That's what I'm talking about.

Kerr laughed without any evil. He was terribly cool and had a transparent smile. That's why Gordon shouldn't be ashamed of his short-circuited decision, but Kerr's smile seemed to swallow those emotions without question either.

"I think I pushed for trouble, but you're the only one I can ask for."

"Ok...... I'm going to try and do what I can."

Gordon, having lost his roots, had no choice but to nod strongly. I couldn't imitate him so innocently as to overshadow his determination, and I was just about to, and he wouldn't listen. Looking weak, a man named Kerr is an infinitely stubborn, inconsiderate man. Then, as he says, we have no choice but to move to keep our citizens safe. I don't know what I can do, but after the surrender, I'll probably have enough opportunity to discuss it with the Gandia commander.

"After all, you're a good man"

"Ha, that's not true"

Gordon denied it, but Kerr seemed to take it humbly. Smile quietly and shake hands. I guess this will be the break up of my life. Vaguely, Gordon understood. No tears. It's a man's breakup. That won't be necessary. What we need is friendship, heart.

"I'm coming."

"Oh. Farewell, my friend"

Gordon sent Kerr a zalwarn-style salute about placing his flat hand horizontally on his left shoulder. Kerr returns it too.

Farewell, my friend.

Turning his back, he crossed over the horse his men pulled and popped out to shake off his men. I'm guessing his men weren't listening. After a while of flattery, I tried to chase him. but by that time I wasn't even able to see Kerr's back.

He's going to die.

Gordon embarrassed himself by finding a man in Kerr.

But Gordon has his way. The road ahead is unknown, but at least, you won't die instantly. The fact was making his legs just a little lighter.