Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Western countries, urban states and ports in the city of Evolis

An army of mercenaries led by Asfarif arrived in the city of Evolis aboard a pirate ship.

Ekvoris is an urban state partitioned by anti-imperial politicians even in Western countries.

Asfarif, a Shirukha, but until he was pulled out of the Kingdom of Shirukha with a broken reward, he worked as a mercenary general in this city of Ekvoris.

Of course, the transfer was approved by the council of the city of Evolis, at which time Siluha is also paying the city of Evolis a considerable amount of money, including bribing the councillors.

Its city of Ekvoris was also an urban state to be called the stronghold of Asfarif.

Asfarif has led the army mainly here in Evolis, fighting pro-Imperial urban states and kingdoms within Western countries, and brushing his arms every day.

"It's been a long time since I've run away like this."

After a long voyage, Asfarif told the pier and stepped down to the wharf, saying thoughtlessly.

"I have no choice. Losing is losing."

"You're right! Just because you're back has to be good!

Asfarif, having finished stretching, nodded and replied to the scoundrel who had hung his words of comfort, looking around.

Heavy infantry mercenaries descending from the ship one after another.

That number is halved compared to the time of departure, but even when it comes to mercenaries, they are the crotch ministers who follow Asfarif even in defeat.

Not to mention the use of Ekvoris city handouts, mercenaries gathered by Asfarif in his own name, and soldiers of practice who also knew they would fight in far-off Siluha and the Western Empire if under the command of the famous Asfarif.

"You've made me struggle with the quote I pulled out far away..."

Asfarif said in a small voice as he looked at the box containing the gold coins that had been brought out.

That money is handed to the families of soldiers who have lost their lives in this battle.

He is an irreplaceable father, brother, husband, relative and friend to his family, even if he is a mercenary in exchange for his country and employer.

It was a losing battle this time, but there were thus many deaths, and almost all of the contracts and employment were to be condolences to their families.

It goes without saying, of course, that we are talking excluding the salaries of the mercenaries who returned alive.

"Well, I just had some money to pay for it."

"It must be."

While leaking a bitter laugh at the serious tone of his scouthead, Asfarif puts his arms over his head and crumbles with a bump.

"Well, we'll just make sure we don't lose next time... we'll have to get Siluha first."

Within that thought are the figures of Hal and Altrius.

If we don't beat those two, we won't have our own mercenary tomorrow in the West.

"Can you call me back then?

"Of course!... I'm going to rock you to the empire from here."

To the voice of the scout head again, Asfarif answered with joy.

Fladia city, boulevard

It was once Hull's reputation for its unhygiene and clutter, and it was called the “Black City," but it was also a story of the past.

On a boulevard paved with cobblestones, sewage was cleanly eliminated by drains, groundwater, and the city of Fredia developed to the point where the development of the water supply proceeded and was now no less than the city of the Empire.

A livestock cage carriage surrounded by escort cavalry continues down the main street.

It wasn't livestock that was in there, but Danford, in a way, was more irreplaceable than livestock...

Stretched all he could, he wore thin dirty hair and beard, lean body, broken armor with arrows poking at him, and only his eyes were sparkling and unusual light, but his arms were bent in strange directions.

The figure is a terrible thing that truly deserves to be called the Decapitated, and there was not a single piece of remnants that dominated this Fradia.

"Die, you stupid prince!

"Shameless!"

"My son is dead because of you!

"Give me back my child."

"My grandfather was sick... and he killed me like hell!

Danford could only listen with a painful wrist to the cursing and screaming protests that were showered at him one after the other.

There is no objection because the citizens of Fradia, gathered along the road, have a tender impetus to make bad noise, even though the tightly clamped collar can't be shouted out in the way.

The horse carriage and Danford, completely worn out by the thought of cursing and resentment and throwing vegetable crumbs and mud dumplings, were allowed to bathe the water from all sides by the Northern Legion soldiers before entering Fredia Castle.

The water of Fradia, already close to winter, was cold and nearly frozen, Danford, but he shook in anger when he saw the figure who appeared.

"Bergan!"

"... Long time no see, Prince Danford"

"You..."

"... you look crippled..."

"Whose... who do you think it is!!

A gentle voice received the roaring Dunford words.

"... at least you don't seem to think it's your fault, do you?

"This one... is the son of that Alford hero king... lamentable"

Danford's words stop when he sees two raucous young beauties emerge from behind Bergan.

Seeing two of the typical northern beauties, Danford was more awkward than he was.

"Nice to meet you... my name is Dietrinthe from Sedenia"

"This is Tordelite of Possia."

"Ugh..."

Then Danford roars unexpectedly when he hears the two of them come from.

The eyes of the two who were sending a chilling glance at the condition are further narrowed.

"... apparently you have an idea"

Danford, who let a cold sweat gush in Dietrinthe's words, lagged back through the narrow cage.

It was none other than myself who brought in the Halemians led by Bagan, who had devastated these two tribes.

Get out of the cage.

A Northern Legion soldier opens the cage at Bergan's command, forcing Danford, who was connected inside, to pull him out and kneel.

Danford, who resists desperately, but has completely lost his strength from being locked in and transported for long periods of time over a broken wrist.

The Northern Legion soldiers dared not hold me back.

A gleam of metal shines at the edge of Danford's sight that has drawn him.

"Hih..."

"... tribal resentment!

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Dietrinthe dagger stabbed deeply on the flank of irresistible Danford and was screwed.

"Uh-huh..."

"My family's carelessness... eh"

Sleepy and coveted, Dunford's lower back, which was enduring pain, now buried Tordelite's dagger slowly all the way to the pattern.

Bergan commands cold when he sees Danford who can't even scream the earliest and just reacts to the severe pain his dagger slips into his body.

"Put the shackles in place so they don't pull out the stabbed dagger. When you're done, throw it in the dungeon and don't touch any scratches."

"Ha."

Danford was thus thrown into the dungeon, but the next day he was to become a corpse and be exposed to the square.

Abandoned Fort of Altrius, Southern Continent

Altrius Abandoned Fort on the Southern Continent, which continues to rain like no other.

In the room that I set up as its commander's office, Catullus creased between his eyebrows and looked at the map.

Not only has reinforcements from the country finally arrived, but Yamato swordsmen are coming in as prostitutes from the group islands, and the situation has improved considerably compared to temporarily in military terms.

Thus at the disposal of Catulus is the Sixth Regiment to 15,000 remnants of the Southern Dispatch, 14,000 of the Seventh Regiment converted from the Group Island Dispatch, plus 1,000 Yamato Swordsmen of the Group Island.

There were also times when the Sixth Corps, which had been sent to reinforcements from their home countries, was able to repair and use the streets that had been buried, and the state of replenishment had improved.

In addition, Catulus has provided anti-corrosion oils and group island waxes for weapons protection, and drying rooms have been set up in fortifications to quickly dry wet clothes and cloths.

In addition, a large number of raincoats from the islands were available, and the battlefield environment was much better.

"Commander, isn't it time to leave?

"This is... Captain Swordsman, no, that's true, but sometimes it's land I'm unfamiliar with for minutes, and I wasn't sure how far to go to attack"

When the unfamiliar blue group island-style armor is bowed, the elderly Yamato swordsman carrying the sword, and the Autumn Ruyuan Successor come into the main unit. Relax, Catulus responds casually.

The islands were accustomed to manoeuvres in the tropics because they had repeated wars with the tribes of the southern continent, and the Yamato Swordsmen were very user-friendly soldiers.

For this reason, even though it is a small number of 1,000, coupled with individual martial arts, it is positioned as the main force, and the source succession is also allowed to participate in military discussions.

"Hmm... so how about up to the line of this river?

"I see..."

The point on the map indicated by the source succession is where we think the Gora are currently forming, but there are certainly creeks in the vicinity, which are easy to understand as boundaries.

The coalition of southern nations of the Gora subjects had been able to grasp that it was about 50,000.

Since Catulus began to take command, he has never set a particularly prominent trap or ploy, and he has never been in an ambush, so maybe Gora's leader took his place under some circumstances.

There have also been no soldiers of the Sirukha descent initially seen when they destroyed the southern contingent of the Empire led by Scipius, and the number of troops has decreased somewhat.

In addition, Catulus launched a policy of forgiveness towards the peoples living in the neighborhood of the Imperial Territory, seeking commercial convenience and also granting access to the Imperial City, once completely banned by Scipius.

By doing so, the tribes living in the drylands succeeded in softening their attitudes and eventually turning them away, limiting their enemies to the tropical tribes of the Gora subjects.

Once stuck in a boulder, the relationship does not improve so easily, but we were able to take it to a relationship until it was not directly hostile anyway, so we can concentrate only on the South.

And Catullus was aiming for a steady opportunity to fight back with a caged fort in the main.

A few days later, in front of the Fort South Gate.

"From the stream ahead north for border demarcation proclaims imperial territory, and no one should be allowed to cross the border without the permission of the empire. For that reason, the Gora Warriors, now approaching this fort, will be utterly destroyed!

Catulus forcefully proclaimed more than 30,000 years before the rallying Imperial Army.

Siaglius will remain on the fort's defense, and Sura will serve as Catullus's deputy this time.

"Fire!

Thirty thousand Imperial troops went out in high footsteps as well.

Mosla Forest North End, near All-O River tributary

The Gora Warriors, realizing that the Imperial Army had gone out, challenged directly from the front, but the Imperial Army is strong if fought in a front-cut manner.

Confronted in the plains just south of Altrius' abandoned fort, the two armies moved to frontal clashes without even negotiating when they saw the enemy.

Arrows are not very effective on armor and shields knitted with Gora Warrior's claws and spreads.

The same is true for throwing spears, and for projectile weapons, armor and shields knitted in a jar or a cradle have a buffering effect.

Therefore, the Imperial Soldier is removing the throwing spear from the equipment this time.

"All right! Forget everything you've ever done! If we fight from the front, we have nothing against us!

Catulus lifts his voice as he encourages the soldiers on the front line who are trembling in fear when they hear the Gora Warriors' tall whistles.

"Now it is time for us to regain the honor we have lost here!

They were Gora warriors approaching by waving spears, but they lined up neatly a large shield and were bewildered by imperial soldiers marching on with regular ordinances.

Imperial soldiers have so far been brittle when they poked at their surprises and have rarely shown decent resistance.

Sure, we've never met from the front, but the Gora warriors can't help but be puzzled by the stubborn resistance and sharp, neat attacks of the irregular warfare.

The Gora warriors penetrate thoughtlessly and stick the eartips of the stone spears on the big shield, but it doesn't really work, and the Imperial soldier's line doesn't get very upset when they slap the stone axe again.

The Gora warriors kept banging their weapons like crazy.

However, the Imperial soldiers who leave a little while ago without being upset occasionally sew between attacks and stick out swords and spears from among the great shields raise the Gora Warrior to the Blood Festival.

Sometimes, I could stick a throwing spear in the crack or snowfall into the battle when this one stormed, but this time, the Imperial Soldier didn't use the throwing spear, and there was no crack or agitation.

"Assault!"

When an imperial soldier storms from the front with his shield on the decree of Catulus, who has cut through the time, the Gora warriors are puzzled and immediately shot through the battlefield.

The Gora warriors, who were necked with the sword of an Imperial soldier, stabbed in the stomach and fell, continued, and in part the defeat began.

And Imperial soldiers pushing all over the front.

Still, the plagiarized warriors of the South were not thwarted and tried again into the Imperial Army line, but were struck by the Yamato Swordsmen of the group islands who had bypassed them, and the rear collapsed more easily in the future.

"Now! Oh, my God."

The main formation of the Gora Warriors was quickly destroyed by the Yamato Swordsmen who waved their swords with the decree of Qiu Ruyuan Succession and intruded from the sides of the surprising Gora Warriors.

The source inheritance leads and jumps in, challenging the warrior leader of the Gora Warriors who was in the front.

"Commander-in-Chief Yamato Swordsman, Qiu Ruyuan Succession!

"Wu? Why the Swordsmen of the Islands...!

"Why don't you name it, you idiot!

So he threw up and hurriedly put up a spear. When he struck with a knife without sliding through the warrior chief's neck, crushing his neck bone and letting it die, the source inherited the flank of the Gora warrior who was ahead of him with a knife.

Pay the face of the Gora warrior who was approaching from side to side with a knife to return, and cut down the armpit of the Gora warrior who was wolfing behind it.

Then he smacked the frown between his eyebrows without ripping up the spear of the Gora warrior that was looming from behind.

"Mmm... the movement is wacky... I don't want to get old."

When you swing the knife vigorously and fly the blood paste that adheres to your body, the source succession looks around you.

There are no Gora warriors moving within the headquarters of the Gora Warriors as early as possible, and only the Yamato Swordsman on his side stands.

"… Imperial soldiers' armor helmets are not strong, but they are not farts, such as koshers"

Says the source successor, stabbing a stubborn enemy warrior in the breath.

There was a scream coming from the front line while I was doing this.

I'm guessing the Imperial Army has made its last assault, and the Gora warriors who are fleeing will begin to show up.

"Which, one more battle… don't forgive those who flee"

Oops.

The voices of the wild Yamato swordsmen echoed around them.

Thus quickly besieged and slaughtered, the Gora Warriors were not even allowed to surrender, but were annihilated, and the battle at the north end of the Mosla Forest allowed the imperial Southern Troops to finally rise to victory.

Catulus was able to construct this posterior stone tablet along the border to define the border of the Empire on the southern continent.