Bandit, Be Ambitious! To Accomplish Kingdom Revival!

A few days pass to protect the families of two groups of peasants.

Heavy taxes seem to be quite something. Poor peasants can't get past winter, so they seem to be fleeing to the conquered kingdom side. There are two streets from this kingdom to the west, one to the east and one to the south, but it seems that the west streets are sealed off by a battalion.

The southern streets are neighboring countries if they cross the stone bridge, but the neighboring countries and kingdoms look at the bridge at both ends.

Because of us, street security has become a pretty good addition, so they hope to escape east, but even if you go to a neighboring country, you tell them that there are labors waiting close to the serfs.

But he told me that he would never starve.

When I told him about our identity, he was happy to go to the abandoned village, so he could pick all kinds of crops next year.

"The streets seem busier in the winter."

"That's all, I suppose, laying down repression. We have to move to the next stage."

Mr. Zairas is staring at my face unexpectedly because I responded to my casual remarks.

The princess seems interested in the words.

"In the next phase? With that said, you said you wanted to start with a bandit. In the next phase……, you're not a thief. It's a bit of a rank increase."

I'm glad you're snorting with Marianne.

Looks like the guys at the table who responded to the thief are waiting for my next word.

"I said it was from a bandit to raise the country, but the fact that the bandit created the country was not ancient. This means that we need to change from a bunch of bandits to the next bunch..."

I don't know when the next raid will start, so I'll be brief here.

They change their names from bandits to prostitutes, from prostitutes to private groups, from private groups to self-proclaimed royal armies.

That would change our operational purpose, and most importantly, our power.

"If the next raid results change our class, we have to work hard. Leave the west to me."

Everyone is nodding at Mr. Torrell's words. The biggest advantage of these people is that they don't lose their morale.

The door opened and Mr. Lady, dressed like a wolf, came in.

"Here we are. He should come to his scheduled place after noon. But he's leading a squadron. The number of prisoners exceeds one platoon."

Saying so, when I sit down, I drink the cup of tea your sister gave me looking delicious.

I see... that's what's happening.

The people at the table didn't miss me laughing.

"Seems a little different than planned though?

"Even for me, it doesn't make the math right. In short, the battalion entrusted with guarding this street has gone into a state of depletion. How many enemies have we defeated? There may have been some reinforcements from the east..."

"Is that what you mean? This street leads to my home country. One battalion of troops in the fortress at the foot with anti-banditry measures. Not as much as that. We have already buried more than two squadrons. If so, there is certainly one Squadron that can be dispatched to work on the streets."

"Do you mean that the prisoners you bring in have everything they can move with the captors……."

Probably nodded with a grunt.

Light the pipes to make everyone look pale.

"When that happens, I think we should attack the fort at the foot more than the prisoner opens?

Mr. Zairas appeals to the princess. The other knights seem to be following suit.

But the princess shook her side without shaking her head vertically.

"Banter's plan is going to be premature. I used to go straight to Zairas, but I just bypassed the abandoned village and ordered a fort attack. But... If we don't release the prisoner now, he'll be strangled at the same time as the construction ends. No matter how much power the banter has in his plan, it's not enough. Don't be in a hurry for a little credit."

Next door, Marian said, "Princess, it's splendid!" I admire it.

You're starting to get a little bit ahead of yourself. Thankfully.

"Sure! Zairas, I feel it. Speaking of prisoners, they were our countrymen. If a platoon can be formed, we can become a squadron with a banter's oddity. You can always attack a fort."

"When that happens, you want a flag on the cliff. If you can fly that flag, it will inspire the prisoner."

They were going to wrap the princess's body, but now it would be the only flag that exists.

The princess is now nodding forcefully at Mr. Torrell's suggestion.

We picked up lunch a little early, put tea in a water bottle, and we left the fort a little earlier than planned.

Create an incendiary fire on the cliff to keep warm and wait for the enemy army to loom.

Mr. Torrell was surprised to learn that even if information on enemy proximity came through Ajito, he could do so.

As we descend the cliff with a scythe, the knights head early enough to our ambush point with the elements of the spear car.

About 500 meters west is where we hide. Lurk in the woods and position your watch on the left and right side of the street and you'll be ready.

It's still early winter, so there's no snow on the streets. Our footprints will have little left on the hardened soil.

A left-hand watch told me that the advance party had arrived. He's a cavalry in Yoroi, but that must be a stone bow.

Sounds like you're going to run your horse early and check out the situation at the cliff crash site. I wonder if you can make me hang all those horses and see what's going on around me, enough to make me worry about this one.

Eventually, a right-hand watch informed me of the return of the advance party.

It hasn't been ten minutes since you walked past me. I'm starting to want to know what you've been looking at.

After a while, the left-hand watch taught me how to approach the troops.

As Mr Lady said, two platoons in front but three behind the prisoner. One heavy-duty infantry is attached besides a platoon.

Well, the stone bow bolts worked for their Yoroy too, so it must be a good duck if you stop the assault with a spear car.

"The carriage is with us. I guess the nobles who served to protect the streets are with us."

"Heavy infantry would be a noble amulet, but it's not a target that can't be shot through with a stone bow"

The princess is smiling at my words. I have 15 bolt case constants, but I'm putting in more than that. That's enough. I've already got one set up, and I'm turning it around to bring one on hand to play.

And the prisoner's footsteps are heavy. When I see him walking around, he immediately wants to attack the soldiers around him.

A right-hand watch told me that enemy soldiers had gone past the next corner of the street.

The princess rises from her throne and waves her right hand down the street.

We take our feet slowly down the street. We have plenty of time.

Assemble the spear car in the street, and Mr. Torrell's first detachment seems to push it. One detachment with two spears lined up behind it. Long spears are given to the front row, and they seem to use short spears, but they're spears, no matter how you look at them.

A wizard with a bow stands on his right hand, and the princesses hold a stone bow in a row. Before that, there's me and Mr. Torrell lined up, and in this case, if the fight starts, it sounds like you should move behind Mr. Torrell. You won't be able to help me, and I don't want to be a fool.

Two knights with spears behind the Enchanter alert me to the rear.

"Well, we're ready. I'm counting on Lord Banter's sword, too. Princess, please."

"You don't want to expose yourself to the last ugliness. I'll try my best."

He slaps me on the shoulder like that. Were you a little nervous?

"That's a reputation for the knights, but it's not a bad rumor. He's not a knight, but he said he had the knight's qualities from the beginning."

He said that to me, and he was having some sort of meeting with his men.

Well, I'm pretty sure it was ugly. Hang the magic of physical strengthening on yourself with the Princess's signal. They can't use this against others.

I was taught the type of magic once, but there are too many types for me to understand. I'll make a good note of it next time.

As time was being squashed through the pipes that had not been lit, a right-hand watch ran down the street. Apparently, he was on reconnaissance.

"Here we go. Flamethrows are bursting into flourish in the hit of a cliff crash!

"Now, open your fellow countrymen! If we don't hurry up, there may not be any of us left. Let's go!!

"" "Ooh wow!!

The roar sticks to the streets, but they're in the middle of a fight. You wouldn't even see a raiding force coming from the rear.

Push the ragged spear car and we'll run east down the street.

Turn two corners of the street and I'll see how the fight goes.

Looks like a flamethrower is still dropping from the top of the cliff. Did you increase the number of people who could use flamethrowers in Mr. Lady's unit?

Soon after thinking about it, the spear car hits the rear of the enemy and quickly falls back.

Once back down to gain momentum, but poking at that slight gap, a few flamethrows of the Enchantress flew together from the rear to burst inside the enemy soldiers.

"Wow!"

The spear car hit enemy soldiers again with a shout, completely closing their exit route.

Immediately a longer spear is protruded and the enemy's assault is restrained. The opponent's armpit began to scrape the bolts released by the spear and stone bow. Still, those who storm will be sure and stopped by the second detachment with a long sword.

When several archers appeared from the shadow of the carriage, the flamethrows burst together without even giving them time to squeeze.

There was a fire in the carriage and a man in a lot of metal armor rolled out, but he escaped under the carriage. Is that the commander?

Momentum is scary. They multiply our strength.

In exchange, disadvantage-aware troops become exceptionally weak.

It didn't seem to take long before people came out of the south woods with their weapons thrown away and their troops shredded gradually.

"Take another breath. We can see Zairas' troops!

"" Ooh wow!!

The princess inspires the troops. The timing of inspiration is getting better inside.

I'm not the only one who seems to think that. Marian and Torrell were smiling and watching.

But there was something that didn't miss the moment.

From among the soldiers who suddenly fell, men with long swords run in for the princess.

He rushed over and slashed one as he pulled the knife out of his hips. Swing it down from the top with a knife to give back to the other man...... That was good, but it was a body with physical strengthening, so I jumped out of the street and fell under the cliff without being able to contain the momentum.

From the streets, you idiot! and heard a good noise. The third man must have been defeated by Mr. Marian.

"Ooh. Is he alive?

"I can handle it. But he's frustrated his leg. I can't move!

"I'm gonna be standing still for a while. We're almost done here."

Answer Mr. Torrell's frightening voice and you'll see what your situation is. Looks like she landed off her leg, but she's doing well and the cushion has replaced her.

I guess my leg still got pinched in the branch of the jaw because my leg was sore. Whether you're lucky or not, it's a delicate place, but I'm pretty sure your life didn't have anything else.

Now, one more thing, there's going to be some weird rumors.