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

The numbers were overwhelming.

A total of two thousand troops, consisting of a thousand third legions on the Gandia side and a thousand second legions on the Logner side. There are two commanders. Rock-Fox and Reno-Gilberth.

Rock-Fox talked about being the youngest of the Gandhian army corps leaders, but nothing compared to Ayn-Rajar in the army on the Logner side. Wouldn't it be so different from Elius? The head of the Youth Corps in his early twenties was a refreshing good youth per capita, and Elius had exchanged words and even liked him more than once during his march since joining the North March.

Leno, although breathing to fulfill his duties as a Gilberth family man, also handled his men well, and Elius learned just to watch.

By those two commanders, two thousand armies were approaching the enemy army as if they were twisted.

eastern downtown Malwales. We just have to go down the maze-like path created by the countless people standing side by side. Some of them tried to climb the crates positioned in various parts of the aisle and proceed to the roofing of the house. That was only one at first, but the soldiers seeking war merit learned to do so and climbed the roof, adding more options for their marching paths. He was an artist who could do it because of the constant height of the house and the narrow spacing between the roof and the roof. And it's the archers climbing the roof. If it's a bow, it makes sense to set up at height.

Looking westward at the voice of the soldier, many pillars of fire were scorching heaven. It must have been Cain-Vivre's subpoena armed, but it didn't even seem like an attack by an axe that created a dirt wall. Armed subpoenas are out of specialty, and I don't know the details.

Elius was distracted by a leading group of troops going down the aisle. Leno is also next door, running horses as if they were competing for martial arts. We are only a few minutes away from the enemy line. Enemy soldiers line up in the aisle, with shields. Archers were forming over the building behind it. A number of arrows of restraint flew in, but nothing to be afraid of. Push on.

"Continue to Master Elius. Yes!

When someone screamed, the Logner soldiers raised their voices in unison. The loud voice, as if a thousand people had reacted to all a thousand, seemed enough to confuse the enemy soldiers ahead. But I won't stop towing by arrows. Some of the arrows that followed and flew were aimed at Elius. but it doesn't hit.

The Ellius and the others were not defensive formations that deployed the shields forward. Assault assault by horseback riding. Anyway, they were trying to kill us into the enemy line. To do this, let's meditate on some injuries. An arrow plundered my vision. Sharp pain. Fever. It's from my left ear, but I don't have time to check. Enemy shields were now. There is no fright in the eyes of enemy soldiers.

(This is...!

Elius tried to pull the horse, feeling some intention in the eyes of the enemy soldier. But it was too late to react. And some cavalry followed them from the rear, and they couldn't have changed direction or anything. Shortly afterwards, a spear popped out of a gap in his shield and pierced Elius' running horse. The horse went wild and mad screaming, and Elius was shaken down to the ground. Severe pain occurred on the left shoulder. But fortunately, the only person who was injured was his left shoulder. He immediately rolls down the ground and spears the enemy soldiers.

"Master Ellius!

Elius could afford to leak a bitter laugh at Leno's sad screams. The spear is still looming. Although he managed to escape while rolling down the ground, it was in the middle of the enemy army that Elius rose. I can see the armed soldiers giving an unexpected intruder a little. Elius immediately pulled out the military knife and stuck his cut in the gap in the soldier's armor in front of him.

As his surroundings became noisy, he was prepared to die.

Forward, one military horse approaching from the enemy formation seemed to be throwing up fire.

In fact, I'm not throwing up fire or anything. No horse spits fire. The Imperial Demon Buhmatz might throw up fire, but that's a different creature than a horse. It is a monster from another world, an enemy of man.

A man on a horse is an armed summoner. Masked armed summoner. A man who named himself Kyle-Hydra and others and approached Harren-Kennock. I don't know what Kyle-Hydra means. However, I guess it was an extra important name for Harren. Otherwise, there is no way that he, in his position as Wing General, would meet only one visitor from the enemy army. It was an unnatural, puzzling event.

Immediately after that, Harren was distorted.

Ford-Warne also had no choice but to flaunt himself when he was supposed to be an aggressive cage castle theorist, suddenly surrendering, etc. Though it was the understanding that showed in his explanation, he could not be convinced, and planned the murder of Harren along with the forewing general Ayes-Cathern.

No, it wasn't as much a plan as it was.

Ambush and kill Harren, who went to pick up the Gandhian army. I would have been superior had I been able to raise the head of the Gandian army at the same time, but that has been hampered by enemy armed summoners. If I could have brought it into a riot like that, I could have raised the rank of enemy general. And nothing hurts more than the death of a commander to the army. The enemy forces would have turned back under any circumstances.

Ford shook his head. Reminds me of the words of Ace. It is the fool who gives thought to the crushed possibility raw. A wise man always thinks for a better future.

(Better future......)

As it stands, think about a possible victory raw.

Ford touched the pattern of the machete on his back as he watched the firepillar continue to rise. Calmly spin your thoughts. Is there such a thing as a possible victory raw? The location of the enemy general is no longer known. Probably waiting in the rear safety zone, skipping the downfall. That's what's right. You don't have to go to the front line from General Mizu. The front line is left to the soldiers, and the general should be on the main line.

But with the force of the Fifth Dragon Scale Army, I couldn't have said that.

They divided thousands of soldiers in two directions. Five hundred led by Ford and five hundred led by Ace. We still need something to inspire morale and boost our will to fight with five hundred troops. That would be a commander and a general. Ford is the one in this unit. So who's in the other unit? The circumstances under which the General Jesus must run from the ground up are there. On top of that, Ace was once so fierce as to be conquered as a swordsman, and could be counted twelve as a force of war.

Except he's old, too. I can't be impotent.

(Can you win?

Although I ask myself, the answers that come out are horrible. The more seriously you think about it, the more ruthless reality you see. There is an overwhelming difference in quantity and a visible difference in power. And the armed summoner. Its ability to attack was not something that could be ridiculed, its predecessors ravaged and its fronts watched the fears of collapse. Things get worse for a moment. Enemy soldiers avalanche into the collapsed formation and are slaughtered without even something as good as a skirmish.

If even one of the armed summoners had been deployed to the Fifth Dragon Scale Army, the situation might have been very different.

Ford was remembering that there was a plan to assign one armed summoner to each of the seven Dragon Scale armies in total. An armed summoner made by Dinobot Cave. If assigned, it must have been a boost to your strength. And I've also heard stories recently of several armed summoners coming out of the Dinobot Cave. I thought the assignment to the Dragon Scale Army would finally begin, but apparently that's not how it seemed. Priority was given to responding to the war with Gandhia.

(One or two of the cities…)

Maybe what Harren was saying wasn't a mistake, either.

"Were you here, Deputy General Ford!

To a scream that blocked his thoughts, Ford created a tannic surface. I stare at one soldier who has spoken. Ford hated being blocked from thinking the most. Of course, I don't have time to immerse myself in every thought on the battlefield, but then, the usual habit emerged.

"What's up...?

Seeing, a young soldier in armor was breathing on his shoulder. I don't know where you've been running from, but I can only grasp that you've been looking around for Ford. In my helmet, I'm sweating a lot. It's an unfamiliar face, but Ford and I don't remember everyone's face in a clear way.

The soldier, slowly getting his breath in place, went with Ford's frustration and other breezes.

"That's when a serious order was issued."

"Orders? Is that from Jesus?

Ford was surprised by the words of an unexpected soldier. If there had been a change of order in this situation, it could not have been considered other than withdrawal. No way, I wouldn't surrender. That's not what Ayce's emotions allow. Ford had some grasp of the character of Ace, who had served for years.

But if we were to escape, would it be a fort in Revien or Fabruneia, from which we would flee to the Dragon House? Even if you want to escape, you must escape while outmaneuvering the enemy's onslaught. It won't be easy.

and so on when he was thinking.

The killer was released from the soldier in front of him, and Ford witnessed a young soldier grab the sword of his hips.

"From my Lord..."

Faster than the young soldier could finish, Ford had unleashed his machete and cut the man down. Heavy response. Blood splashes from the torn torso of each armor, exposing it to organs. There was no screaming. He died with a machete. He was furious as the soldiers raved about the vice generals slaughtering and killing his men.

"Did you get through to the enemy!

Seeing the disadvantages of the Fifth Dragon Scale Army, I could only assume that I had betrayed him.