Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Step hill surface on the side of Silentium protected by backwoods and wooden fences.

Hal leaves the simple gate onto a shredded hillside surface.

The sound of a tree door closing behind me sounds.

At the front flow the slopes and river plains, as well as the Ineon River, and beyond them a flock of Halemians.

Arriving at the front line, guarded uninterrupted by Northern Legion soldiers, Hal waits for the wind to start blowing from south to north.

A group of Halemians wrapped around worn clothes and veterinary hides are swarmed with a truly barbarian lack of order, and some of them sit around bracketing heights saying they will not open a war.

The warrior chiefs seemed just nervous when they saw the Cilentium army, scattered with a slightly better figure going right and left.

After a while, the wind direction changed.

"I am the successor to King Alford of the North! It's Hal Akircius, the Imperial Border Guardian! Tell the barbarians of Halemia!! Go back north! If you don't go home, you will succeed!!

An Allied Northern Legion soldier crushes his liver at Hull, who calls out loud enough to tremble around him.

The same was true of the Halemian warriors and warrior chiefs on the opposite shore, who looked around blindly at where they could hear it coming from.

"Here!! Dirty barbarians!!!!!

The Halemians finally acknowledged Hal's existence with that voice.

It seemed a little surprised that a voice had arrived from the opposite shore, but a laugh immediately flaunted its content.

The look of a dirty barbarian laughing off his sword naked figure makes him feel more disastrous than funny.

If the sword is covered in blood, and the body is stained with return blood, it will be even worse.

"Why don't you go home!? Then my immediate success as a border guard officer!!!

Halemians laugh at Hal's further voice once again.

With that laugh spared, Hal turned his sharp gaze toward one of the warrior chiefs of the Halemians, keeping an arrow on his bow.

"Think."

Now be quiet, Hal, and crush your own concentration so you don't interrupt.

Arms muscles thrive, guttering and both feet eating into the earth.

And the aim is the sky.

A strong breeze blew.

I'm not here.

When I wondered if there was a mechanical sound that I didn't think would be emitted from the bow, a black-wool arrow feather roared from Hull's large archipelagic bow and flew towards heaven.

A Northern Legion soldier marveled at the strength and speed of its arrows, and all followed with their eyes the whereabouts of Hull's unleashed arrows.

Along the way, where the blade shined brightly into the sun, the arrows pointed toward the heavens and toward the earth.

And...

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He stood up to the warrior chief of Halemia, who was laughing without aiming.

Halemians who quiet instantly.

laughing as I saw something incredible. Looking at the mouth of a fallen warrior chief, the Halemian's eyes reflected the sight of black whale arrow wings vibrating snoringly into small pieces

Hal has already connected the next arrow.

Hal waits for the wind, sparing the surprising Northern Legion soldiers, just like the Halemians.

Too much...

Again under full force, the great bow becomes and shines.

[incomprehensible]

And a second shot was emitted with a strong wind.

Shh.

Now because it is a normal arrow, not an arrow, there is little air resistance and the sound of flying is short and sharp.

And the arrow flew farther than the first shot, smashing the neck of the distracted senior warrior chief.

After raising the blood smoke and seeing the senior warrior who falls without saying anything, the face of the Halemians around him finally changes.

"Railken!"

"Yes, sir"

"If I fire a third shot, send a message to each regimental leader to prepare for battle."

"Oh, I see."

Railken surprised by Hal's words.

I didn't think you knew my name.

But remember what needs to be done immediately, and prepare to bring one of the men who was guarding the gate to the Legion Leader.

When Leilken, who finished giving the order, saw that Hal quietly placed the third shot of the arrow on a large archipelagic bow and nearly squeezed that bow.

Bang.

And now Hal unleashes an arrow without creation.

As the arrows roared, they flew to a group of Halemians, but the Halemians moved faster than the arrows reached.

A small part of Halemians in the front where Hal fired the arrows, heard the roaring of the arrows and moved in unison.

And as the group began to cross the Ineon River without cold water as anything, the surrounding Halemians moved to be caught as well.

At the same time, one Halemian falls shot through by Hal's arrow.

Into the gates, which were opened gently, Hull flew to the surrounding soldiers of the Northern Legion.

"Coming! Show him the results of his daily training, ready for battle!!

The Northern Legion soldiers respond to Hal's words with their shields hitting the ground at once.

"Prepare for battle!

"Prepare for battle!!

The commanders of each unit of the Northern Legion soldiers issue decrees one after another.

Finally, the fire of the match was cut off and dropped.

Woman, child, old man, grand age has nothing to do with the Halemian herd.

Everyone wiggles their hair and beard as they strip their teeth out and scatter, and the way they attack with their weapons of thought gives them a creepy sense of fear, even for trained Imperial and Northern Legion soldiers, more than enough.

The soldiers felt something thin in their spine when they saw the sightless Halemians, but their anger and their brother-in-law hearts surpassed their feelings.

The tragic manoeuvres this barbarian has inflicted on the villages and peoples of the Possian and Sedenian tribes, of which Cliffonam is a companion, have already reached their ears.

All the villages of the two tribes that lost the battle were burned down, and the people were slain, and plundered, and their possessions and food were taken away.

Both tribes were so severely struck that even the chiefs, warrior chiefs and village chiefs who started them were killed and ceased to form as tribes.

Those who fled with their lives sought refuge in the surrounding tribes, but the righteous Rolfurt warriors were defeated, and the Freed without King Alford were unable to take unified command and were individually destroyed.

The people who arrived at Fradia with their lives at stake informed them of the sudden, and at the mercy of Bergan they were told that it was up to Cilentium, and they finally moved.

If we do not stop here, the Halemians will sit in the land of Cliffonam, and any day they will be expelled by that barbarian.

We have to stop them here at all costs and drive them back to the North.

"Archers, let go! Defeat those who cling to the river!! Target the left and right of the enemy!

As per Hal's decree, many arrows were fired towards the left and right of the Halemians.

Arrows pour down in a rainy momentum on Hull's decree to a herd of Halemians pushing across the waters of the totally chilled Ineon River, getting wet all over their bodies but gaining momentum and approaching the foothills of the riverbank.

The Halemians, who were spreading left and right, were shot in and gradually began to lean towards the center.

There are not many shallow waters outside this area of the Ineon River, so the crossing points are limited.

And above all, Halemians who live in the Far North and do not have the habit of entering water are basically unable to swim.

If you go downstream, there is a great river of Ereil that is not on a scale that the Halemians can cross, and upstream is followed by a cliff that has been cut off for a while and there is no place where you can cross the river as well.

The Silentium Army doesn't have to worry about getting slammed on the sides or the back.

Halemians who fall under the arrows unleashed by the Silentium armies from the bulk and the beginning, but step over the dead and wounded, and continue behind them as worms gush.

But the arrows of the Cilentium army are also uninterrupted.

More and more arrows are replenished from the rear.

"Never mind the arrow count! Let go."

The Halemians are extremely vulnerable to projectile weapons because they do not have shields and are not properly equipped with armor or clothing.

You need to heal your injuries so you don't get caught up in what protects you.

If the arrows plunder your body, you will be injured, and if you hit your head or arms, you will be injured enough to interfere with the fight.

It was also because of this consideration that Hal had turned the Northern Legion soldiers into powerful but heavy, portable hand-throwed arrows equipped with a limited number of hand-throwed arrows.

As a result, it is slightly underpowered against imperial-style heavy infantry, but it can be an extremely effective weapon against barbarians such as the Halemians.

Although approaching, hand-throated arrows were unleashed simultaneously against the Halemians bewildered by backwoods and unexpectedly well-built wooden fences they had never seen before.

Leaving a heavier flying sound than an arrow, it was released against the Halemians, pointing the blade tip downward with the effect of a hammer mounted on the blade side of the pattern, and stood relentlessly against the body of its stripping.

Sometimes there were high and low differences, and arrows and hand-throated arrows continued to hurt the Halemians with more power than usual.

The Halemians, who leave screaming and screaming to sink into the blood smoke, finally retreat to the banks of the river.

"... damn, I have a hand job, it doesn't taste good as it is, I'm leaving!

Bagan, who saw the avant-garde move out, was first going to watch what was going to happen on the opposite shore, but when he saw how that avant-garde was broken scattered with only projectile weapons, he put his sword hips up in his hand.

"Hey, where did Fried's little one go?

"I don't know, do I?

It was Bagan asking the warriors around him when he realised that Danford was not there, but he gave up immediately because there was no fragrant answer.

I don't count on it as a force in the first place, it's just a directing role.

If it was as I first heard, there shouldn't be that much distance to a place called Cilentium anymore.

If we get this far, we'll be able to get to our destination just south.

More than that, we must help our own people, who are now being done in front of us.

"Siege that position by doing people to the right and left of the hill. The enemy is a small crowd, don't hesitate to attack, attack, attack, defeat!!

At the behest of Bagan, the Halemians began to cross the river simultaneously.

"Pause! Drink the water! Replenish the hand throwing arrows and arrows! The damaged bow is a replacement!

The soldiers of the Silentium Army, who defeated the avant-garde of the Halemians and repelled the first attack, enter a small pause at Hal's command.

Across the shore, the entire Halemian population is finally beginning to try to cross the river, but it is now moving with some cohesion, rather than a variance like earlier.

Halemians cross the river continuously, and the Ineon river is naturally stopped, and halemians crossing downstream have fallen water levels down to about beneath their knees, compared to the upstream side being immersed in water up to their waist.

He also decided he couldn't pass the river along with anything that was in the way of the fight.

On the opposite shore are looted goods and large quantities of supplies, and the people of Cliffonam who were imprisoned.

And some time later, about half of the Halemians had finished crossing or were beginning to cross the river.

"Have you crossed half... they're coming! Prepare for battle! Don't shoot the arrows yet! Same as just now, aim left and right and get ready!

Unlike earlier, the Halemians began to move slowly towards the position of the Silentium army as it spread to the left and right, and ran out shouting from the way.

Halemians coming all at once to pack their distance.

Step on the corpse of your compatriots, fold the fallen arrows barefoot, and let them run as they jump up the dirt.

Suddenly, the Halemians' legs stopped heading left and right.

We can also see from the position those who were running through the head of the Halemians dyeing their feet with blood into the Zhu and wandering around, nestled in pitfalls and desperate.

"... you're embedded, now! Bow left and right!

An arrow poured down simultaneously on the halemians whose feet had stopped.