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

The defeat was visible.

It was a battle with clear results from the beginning.

He threw himself because he was the supreme commander of the Zalwarn army, the General of God, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Dragon Eye Army. Besides, there's no way he can do it, such as deny the path set by the national lord Mirelbas-Ryburn.

Mirelbas-Ryburn, who gave him everything he could not have, is equal to God to him.

So I obeyed the orders of Mirelbus without a single word or two. It's not just obeying. Full of spirits, it has fulfilled its life. I have thought and believed that this should continue to be the case, as it has always been. For him, Mirelbas-Ryburn was a man who deserved to risk his life.

That's why they kept fighting. That's why they kept running until today. Something incredible about Mirelbas-Ryburn can't continue to reign as a god general. Being at the apex of the Zalwarn army meant nothing more than continuing to see the light and darkness of Zalwarn. It is politics that disturbs both positives and evils. You don't have to turn away. Just accept, just silence.

If the result is this, maybe he's responsible too. He did not lead the way and make mistakes, also because he blindly believed in Mirelbus.

The end of my faith is the sight in front of me.

Filling the dragon field was the figure of a Gandhian army soldier, an army flag and a squad flag. The enthusiasm and madness that was swirling on the battlefield have disappeared, as has the raging of light that was confusing the battlefield at some point. An upside down atmosphere carries the smell of blood to heaven, flashing the banners of Gandia and Lucion.

What you hear is Seung Jun, the many voices that rejoice in the raw, the voices that spare you death. The Gandhian side has also produced numerous deaths. In order to win, it takes sacrifice. Victory without sacrifice, etc., is not what it is. Most of all, it is not comparable to the number of the dead in the defeated.

Dragon field. It refers to the flatlands around the capital and dragon palace of Zalwarn. It is the land where the dragon descended, riddled with the myth of the founding of Zalwarn, and it is about the field the dragon conquered. It was not in Zalwarn's history that the plain became a battlefield. It was Zalwarn who had never been attacked until the Dragon Mansion itself and didn't even have to make the Pentagon work.

However, such historical facts were to be overshadowed by the Gandhian army's breaking of the Five-Way Defensive Regiment and approaching the Dragon House. Ryuno became a battlefield.

Zalwarn feared bringing the Dragon House into battle. Not wanting to destroy the ancient capital landscape that hasn't changed for centuries would be a value shared by many of those born and raised in the Dragon House. That was an understandable emotion for him, too.

That's why I struck out. He abandoned the robust walls, and also abandoned the land interests of the fortified city, and advanced to the dragon field. Everything was no surprise, even if it was to protect the view of the Dragon House.

Of course, if you caged it, you had a winning eye, you didn't. Cage castle is what we do in anticipation of reinforcements. Speaking of Zalwarn's residual power, with the exception of the Dragon Eye Army two thousand in the Dragon House, it was about a thousand in Reuben and too little to counter the seven thousand in the Gandia Army. I would not have been able to open the situation by caging and asking for reinforcements from Reuben's Dragon Scale Army. With just a thousand people, it must have been over with each destroyed, aside from striking the Gandhian army.

It's not like I didn't have any other hands, but at any rate, it's something that comes limited when it becomes a realistic means. For example, the method of inciting Azark, who is hostile to Gandia, makes no sense if Azark doesn't get on this invitation. If Azark had known Gandhia's predominance in the Gandhia-Zalwarne war, he feared the aftermath of the war and might not have ridden Zalwarne's invitation. I don't care if you ask for reinforcements from neighboring countries, it's the same. Knowing Gandhia's overwhelming advantage would be ridiculous, such as giving Zalwarn a hand.

The more calmly you think about it, the more you find that Zalwarn had no hitter.

Surrender would have been best.

If you surrendered, at least, there was nothing to lose your life in this battle.

"Dear Mirelbus..."

Cyrus-Ode crushed the name as he thought of the last look of Mirelbas-Ryburn burned to the retina.

With just a few hundred horsemen, the side of the main enemy force has never been more inquisitive. That was the first look I ever saw when I was able to look directly at Mirell Bus's face. The Lord's eyes were lively, even though he did not know if he would succeed, let alone equal no guarantee that he would come back alive.

Though it wasn't the look of what went to the dead, Cyrus was glad to get a glimpse of Mirelbus' look like that. The national lord Mirelbas-Ryburn was a man who never showed his expression of joy, pleasure, anger or pity. In order to reform Zalwarn, he probably needed to kill himself. It was not the personal will of Mirelbas-Ryburn, the lord of the land, that was pushing him.

In his eyes there was always heavy and bitterness attached.

But Mirell Bus's face, going to enemy headquarters, was somewhere clear. It was as clear as it had been freed from all the heavy pressures.

When he witnessed that look, Cyrus understood the intent of this battle at the same time, although he even remembered to be moved. He also found that this showdown was not just to poke defeat at the Gandhian army.

A victory by discussing Leongando Ray-Gandhia is only secondary.

Mirelbus, in order to fight, didn't he have a showdown?

Haven't we come to this battle, to fight in abundance and to die in battle?

Wasn't it just a battle to decorate Mirelbus' own death?

I came to such a ridiculous conclusion because I knew the crisp side of Mirell Bus leading the SWAT force and that the Mirell Buses could not spare death no matter how they were raised. It's a special attack on the main unit. Even if you succeed and receive the throne of Leongand, it is unlimited to survive. Definitely, die. Die.

It was just a fight to die, all I could say.

Cyrus-Ode, on horseback, looked around. Around, there are fifty horsemen, his offering, and two hundred cavalry, less than two hundred infantry. That was all he gathered from all over the battlefield, all the power of the Dragon Eye Army, in other words, all the power that Zalwarn was capable of operating as it stands. It was less than five hundred fighters, but it's just surviving so far, and it's just a tremendous masterpiece. Among the dragon-eyed armies gathered by the elite, it would be notable. There are not many wounded, and those who are losing their will are visible, but they cannot be blamed for it.

The battle is over.

Not only has Mirelbas-Ryburn died in battle, but it has a power difference that can no longer be overridden. It wasn't ten times as noisy. This is less than five hundred men, and the enemy army is about six thousand. Besides, this one was completely besieged and I couldn't get my hands or feet out.

Even with this force, if we squeeze the death force, it may be possible to break the siege and return to the Dragon House. But it doesn't make sense. As I said earlier, a cage castle is meaningless if you can't expect reinforcements, or if you can't expect enemy troops to withdraw. Besides, how much sacrifice do we have to make by then, even if we are to flee into the Dragon House? Naturally, there is also a great possibility of total annihilation.

"My lord, the enemy army is giving you victory."

One of my men went like that. He's right. Filling the dragon conscription field was the voice of Seiji by Gandia soldiers, as if the presence of the Cyrus was silenced. In fact, it's no surprise he was silenced. With only five hundred men, changing this battlefield is foolish and not even painful for the Gandian army.

"Master Mirelbus was killed in battle. Naturally."

"How unsolicited..."

"My lord, why don't you let them blow a bubble"

"That's right. Let's do that."

The neighbors of Cyrus spoken. Their eyes, they're not dead yet. Rather, the darker the defeat, the more troublesome it is because their eyes glowed strongly. And now that defeat has become decisive, they are hoping to die.