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

The battle between the Lognoll and Vashtarian armies became fierce.

In southern Myram, two thousand Lognol troops, arranged in hilly areas, shredded their power to shreds by shooting arrows unilaterally at ten thousand Vashtarian troops approaching the hilltop. From the top of the hill down, an arrow went through the street. It was an interesting one-sided battle, but Lognoll's general, Astal-Lanadies, did not gain momentum, identified the occasion, and ordered a retreat.

"Why?

"Isn't this a good time to storm?

"Opportunistic."

Astar did not hear his men in colour, and withdrew all his armies from the hills. In fact, by unilateral shootouts, the Vashtarian army seemed to have collapsed and lost momentum. If we storm here, we can strike a deadly blow into the Vashtarian army - there was so much difference in momentum that we couldn't help but suspect so. Shootouts by all Lognoll troops have worked, but if you understand the historical difference in force, you will find it pointless, such as a temporary difference in momentum.

If we had gained momentum and stormed the enemy formation under our eyes, we would have been swallowed up and devastated by an overwhelming majority of enemy soldiers where we had dealt some blows. The Vashtarian army lost momentum to invite the Lognoll army. Other than that, the Vashtarian army suffered less damage than it could possibly have otherwise thought.

Falling back over the hills, a little north, that was the distance between his eyes and the tip of his nose to Myram, but Astar laid the formation without a problem. Still, the battle power gap with the Vashtarian army is enormous. It's more obvious than seeing fire that if you fight properly, you'll push it down with a difference in quantity. Astar scolded the floating General Lognoll and waited for Vashtarian troops in immovable positions.

As the Vashtarian army eventually broke through the hills, the darkness was imminent. The Vashtarian army stopped marching and began camping, as Astar's prospects suggest. He kept marching in the morning and had broken through the hills, draining his strength. No matter how many are overwhelmingly advantageous, you can strike out into a night battle without even pinching a break.

Astar was relieved to see the Vashtarian army stop marching because he found that the Vashtarian army commander was somewhat of a commanding figure. If you are an incompetent, incompetent commander, you must have attempted an attack on the Lognoll army without regard for your own state or anything else. In that case, the Lognoll army would have suffered enormous damage. Of course, I'm pretty sure I let the exhausted Vashtarian army get the reward it deserves, but that's why much doubt remains as to whether enough battles could have been fought to cover the difference in power.

In doing so, the sun set, and the night came. We insisted on each other that the bonfire, which was to be burned brilliantly, illuminated the camp of both armies and was ready for the night raid.

Astar shakes his neck sideways and tells him to just rest, in response to his subordinate's suggestion about how to ambush the enemy in the shade of the night.

In an ambush, you won't get enough to bridge the force gap. Regardless, if the ambush had been a complete and unmistakable success, much could have been achieved, but there was nothing in the Lognoll army that was good at doing that. If he had made a name for himself as a Gundia warrior, I wouldn't be talking about it.

(Ein. Not yet.)

Astal had a sleepless night, thinking of her husband.

Astal-Lanadies, as general of Logner, as general of Gandia, has gone through numerous battles and has crossed countless dead lines. That's the only thing in this Lognoll Army that has more history than her. Both overwhelming victories and bitter defeats have been experienced differently. “Great Destruction”, both the final war and the world war. In the current war, even the three forces were prepared to die against them.

But surviving hard and gaining a husband after an extra bend may have caused something in her to change.

I didn't think I was going to die.

Married and still shallow, that excites her. I can't die. I can't die. I thought you were gonna die. Still, if we see the overwhelming power of the Vashtarian army, we have to experience death. If we bump into each other from the front, it just plays like 2,000 lognole armies and other blisters and disappears.

This could have been the first time Astar felt horrified on the battlefield.

In the final war, death was not terrible. I'm sure that's because I lost track of Ayn-Rajar and thought he was dead. There is no untrained in the world without him. You must have been unconsciously thinking that.

I broke out such a midnight thought because a shitty strange noise ruined the silence of the night. Astar jumped to the sounds of ear damage that reversed her nerves and immediately left the tent. Lognoll army officers were flying out of other tents, and the entire Lognoll army position was in a hurry, not only at the main line.

"What? What's happening?

"I'm not sure about that."

"What the hell is that?

The officers who had gathered around Astar also seemed to have no idea what was going on.

But I was still hearing strange noises and growls that were shaky enough to tremble, and along with it the screams echoed and roared. Apparently, it came from the direction of the enemy formation.

A soldier jumps into the main unit.

"Report! It appears that the Vashtarian army has been attacked by something and is confused!

"You think it's an attack by something?

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you know the attacker?

Astar, who followed the main formation by rubbing through the sides of the officers questioning the rapporteur, inexorably snatches the binoculars away from the soldier who is peering into them to eat them.

"Lend it."

"What? Ha!

Not blind to the soldier's barbaric reaction, a peek into the binoculars revealed at first sight that the Vashtarian army position lit by the bonfire was as noisy as flipping through the heavens and the earth. Some soldiers flee, others take weapons and try to move to interception. but the chain of command seems to be disturbed, and the control hasn't been taken. The soldiers were therefore each acting on their own accord and, as such, while the damage was exacerbated over time.

I feel like I'm being shown a successful example of a perfect night raid, but it's not a bad one.

"Ain't..."

"Is...? Um, what happened to the Lord of Staff?

Astar, drawn back to reality by a word of the soldier who was the bearer of the spectacle, erased the grin that was unconsciously floating and returned the spectacle to the soldier.

"Don't fail to be vigilant. There won't be a problem."

"Ha! That..."

Not answering the soldier's question, Astar returned to his headquarters with a sleaze. Open your mouth in anticipation of the officers coming together.

"The Vashtarian army is under attack by the Demon King's army. It is only a matter of time before the Vashtarian army withdraws. Even the Vashtarian army can't keep a front against the Imperial Devil's army."

"Oh my..."

"Well, it's good to see that the negotiations between the Führer and the General Staff went well."

"Oh. That's what I'm talking about"

When Astar affirmed, the moustache officer let his eyes shine.

"That's the Staff Hall!

"You used to be the one in charge of Gandia's military. Naturally."

"Uh-huh, naturally."

"... you can leave it to them about the enemy in front of you"

Turning to the Vashtarian army positions, blast flames and flashes, which would have been due to the onslaught of the Demon King's Army, had been blown away, and only screams and interruptions had been heard from the Vashtarian army, composed exclusively of pure human beings. The Vashtarian army would have floated by the night raid of the army of the Imperial Demons, and the stifling onslaught from there would have drastically reduced both morale and war will. A war rages away as I see it. The Demon King's army is hunting down the Vashtarian army, which has begun to withdraw, and is running away from the vicinity of Myram.

"Problem is, the troops pointing toward Bakhlia are better."

The force that the Vashtarian army has unleashed to control Myram is roughly 10,000, half of the 20,000 total. Out of the remaining half, other than the force that hit Marsour's defense, it has turned to control over Bakhlia, Enjour. I am silently killing Mekidsar, the Forest of the Demon King, because if I were to inspire the Demon King and fight the army of the Imperial Demon, I would not be so sorry to speak of the Vashtarian army.

As the battle is now taking place in front of us, it is usually extremely difficult to deal with a crowd of Imperial Demons with their fighting power. The Imperial Devil, even a small breek, has vicious powers. No one will understand how frivolous and threatening it is for it to gather hundreds or thousands of bodies and act in an organized manner. Not only will the potential fear of the Imperial Demon planted in human blood be evoked, but if ravaged by the overwhelming fighting power of the Imperial Demon, it may even deprive him of the will to resist.

Not so long ago, the Imperial Demon's army is horrible.

Astar remembered the whole of the Kruselk war and felt his hair coming. The number of Imperial Demons put in by the Demon King in the Kruselk War is not the ratio of the forces currently pursuing the Vashtarian army. It goes without saying that it was a great army spanning 60,000 and, in common sense, a battle with no wins over the coalition. Without reinforcements from Lyohan, and the excellent armed summoners headed by Setuna the Black Spear, the Allied forces would have been ravaged and destroyed by the demon king's army's material and power differences.

And it is an unquestionable fact that the Demon King would have been besieged by an even greater number of Imperial Demons had he not made the decision to leave the army, and whenever she remembered that, she wondered the wonder of being alive.

The demon king is now also indirectly saving her life.

Eventually, when the flames that were burning up the enemy positions ahead went out, I saw a bunch of Imperial Demons coming this way.

The crowd of Imperial Demons pushing over the meadows of the night illuminated by starlight was too much to evoke an instinctive fear, and even Astar was desperate to contain his trembling heart. The soldiers are starting to make noise. Even though it has driven away the Vashtarian army, the enemy, and saved the Lognoll army from its predicament, a horde of monsters is imminent. It's hard to contain the fears engraved in your instincts, even though the fierce ones at Logner don't like it.

Thinking about it, I wonder what the Kruselk war, which fought a herd of 60,000 Imperial Demons, was. Even though not 60,000 Imperial Demons were coming together, there were almost no soldiers fleeing fear in sight of a tremendous number of Imperial Demons.

Was it because everyone was prepared that there would be no future without winning the battle against Kruselk, or was Gandia, in those days, even on magic?

I felt like it could be either way, and she held her fist.

"That's weird."

One of the officers went.

The Demon King's Army stopped moving while approaching the Lognoll position in the middle of the meadow. From that strange move, Astar felt the devil king's army's reckoning.

"I guess you're taking the distance so you don't overstimulate us"

"Yes...... is it?

"Even though we have joined hands, there is no substitute for man and the Imperial Demon being incompatible. It must be a consideration to keep the right distance from each other so that they do not leave their roots behind after the war"

In Ein's suggestion, there is. I don't think he can take such consideration. Thoughts from Mizuzu the Demon King, or Dorka-Form's proposal?

In any case, it was the mental health of the generals who did not have to come into contact with the various groups of Imperial Demons.

Astals and officers are still too irritating for the end soldiers.

In doing so, from a different direction from the Demon King's army, a few military horses came and joined the Lognoll army. It was a negotiating mission to Dorca and other Mekidsar, and they came into the main force, shouting out loud.

"Hey, looks like you're on time!

When Dorca's first voice echoed into the main formation, the officers raised their voices and gathered to him. Dorka-Form is the Führer of Lognoll. In other words, he is the head of state, the leader of all military personnel, starting with General Astal-Lanadies, who belong to the Lognoll army.

"Negotiations with Mekidsar seem to have gone well, my Führer"

Astal narrowed his eyes to the fact that Dorca's eyes were gleaming brightly. It's the eye that did something.

"You'll see, won't you? Honey, you've done your part, General."

Dorka has no choice but to smile back in troubles because she is the same as she is and respects Astar as she has on the horizon.

I can't see the General Staff.

"I asked the staff to head east along with a separate unit of the Demon King's Army. We talked about Bagheria being in danger."

"I see."

"That's why my reunion with your husband has been a while now."

To Dorka, who had laughed, for example, Astar managed to indulge, though she wanted to yell, turning away from the sight of the officers and shivering her shoulders.

What I've been waiting for to see again with my husband, Ain, is needless to say.