Continental Hero Senki

Retrospectively, September 30.

A fleet of military advisers from the Kingdom of Silesia, Yuzef Waresa, Sarah Marinovska, and the Ostomark Empire Ministry of Information affiliated martial officer, Fine von Linz, were sailing off the coast of Salonica.

"What's going on on on land... you can't possibly tell. On the sea."

Yuzef sighed as he watched the shores of the Glycos region of the Second Reich of Christ, a land approaching the brink. Responding to him like that is Fine, the intelligence expert.

"You don't know. Because horses don't run on the ocean."

"... oh, I know how great the radio is..."

"What? What now?

"Talk Over Here"

"Ha..."

Yuzef is talking about a world that is not here, but in his head he was thinking about this world properly.

His thoughts are one. An order communicated by a small contact ship the other day. As Yuzef, a subordinate of the nominally Ostmarc Imperial Army General Klein, who is supposed to be further down there, he had no authority or courage to reject this.

"Cooperate with Lu in the absence of all the newspaper and company ministers. That pervert..."

Several sighs today.

Sarah, standing beside Yuzef, gently poked him like that.

"That being said, there's nothing else you can do. No way, Yuzef, are you gonna cruise the Aegean like this?

"That might do it."

"Um..."

"Jokes"

"Damn, already..."

Even so evil, Sarah deludes herself, "But if you're with Yuzef, that might be fine". It was always the unreadable Yuzef of the air himself who defeated the situation.

"Sarah's right, I don't want to be on the ship forever, and selling favors to perverts seems pretty interesting, so let's get ready for battle."

…………

"Uh, what's Sarah's eye for?"

"Nothing."

Thus the fleet continues northward with the Ostmarc Imperial Army Marine 3000 aboard.

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Oct 1, 20: 20.

The sun falls completely, and the battle between the Imperial Army and the Central Army (Tagma) ends paragraph by paragraph. On nights when darkness reigns, you can't fight without sight.

Notable harm occurs, in particular, in battlefields where 10,000 units of humans meet.

Escape, friendly shooting, low morale due to drowsiness, etc.

For this reason we do not exchange fires at night, but we thank the goddess of war for surviving today, for putting them on the rice, and we pray to God to think the same thing again tomorrow, and we talk with our companions, and we sleep.

"Coming! It's flash! Oh, my God, the dried meat is mine!

"I'm sorry to hear that, Theo. This is my win. One joker on three queens. Four cards."

"Become..., you're crazy!?

"I didn't. I can't. So bring the meat, meat."

"What a pig I've been with for five consecutive times." There's not even a single pair out there. "

"Elias better curse the god of luck."

Regardless, there are exceptions to curse the god of luck without thanking the goddess of war in this way.

They, who belong to the Salonica Defense Corps of the Second Reich Army of Christ, have not done anything to thank the Supply Corps. Even unsavory dried meat is a great treat for them, who were in need of supplies during the Battle of Cage Castle. Rather, it is a miracle in itself that it can be found in a meal.

There is no doubt that it is not the supply troops they should be grateful for, but the citizens of Salonica who have supplied them.

"I curse the goddess of victory. I prayed so much, I still can't win. I can win because I'm winning by number, or didn't I tell you, Squadron Leader?

"Sure."

It would have been unexpected that they, who should be in a tactical vantage point, would have welcomed the night with their enemies in front of them. If we take into account the supplementary circumstances of the impoverished Salonica defense force, that should have been a loose end.

"But if you curse the goddess of victory, it's tough. When will the bees hit..."

"That's okay. Instead, God of Luck and I are supposed to be the ones who sell it."

"What kind of logic is that?"

They bicker and hang up their cards just to say it's Act Six.

They were so obsessed with the game that they didn't even realize that the sentry shift time was running out.

"Damn it, pig again!

Ilias screamed and slammed the card to the ground. I can hear my people laughing right after that - it should have been.

What he heard was not laughter, but the sound of cutting the wind, and a disconnect that would not be the voice of his companions.

When Ilias saw it, an arrow pierced his fellow's neck and the blood was pouring out vigorously in conjunction with the heartbeat. Seeing the sight, Ilias wore a buttcake, couldn't even scream, just incontinence.

"Yes, what the hell...!

And finally, Elias was desperate.

Is it the result of the God of Luck's charm that he survived a few seconds longer than his companions, or is it the Bee of the Goddess of Victory that he died while watching his companions die?

Nothing to know about it could have been in this world.

Instead it was the man who emerged from the darkness behind him who answered this event. He took several of his men and spoke to whisper to those who stood beside him.

"Contact Command. Eliminated the Christ Army outpost and the thoughtful."

It was a corporal who belonged to the Ostmarc Imperial Army Marine Corps.

"They seemed to play poker swallowing, no matter how much rearward. Maybe the main unit was caught off guard."

"So do you want to keep raiding like this?

"Oh, right. Command might decide that too. In the meantime, we will crush as many enemy outposts as possible. Don't forget to work with other troops."

"Ha!"

By order of the corporal, his men made no noise, did not slap him in the mouth in vain, and quietly began to act.

At this time, the Ostomark Imperial Army had successfully landed off the coast from points such as Salonica and Ceres, taking great care to go north so that they could not be found by the enemy.

Even though it is not as good as the Tiberius army, it is undeniable that it was a considerable force. But the effect was immense.

It didn't take long for the Commander of the Central Army Salonica Defense Corps to realize that the outpost had been eliminated. This is because there have been typical cases where regular communication has begun to break down.

Commander Major General Greco saw it as a "night raid, or a threat of dawn raid" and made him be vigilant, which is a very natural achievement. Any incompetence will notice this.

"I don't know how you got around to the back, but I'm gonna pay back the troops you ambushed! Everybody wake up! Battle stations!

21 o'clock exactly.

Major General Greco wakes up the general under his command and prepares him for battle. Wherever troops come from, it's in the favor of the central army in terms of absolute force differentials in relation to something called ambushes, and it's this one if you get your attitude in order, he thought.

Whether that reasoning is correct or not, the problem is that "the Imperial Army also knows that".

After all, there was no surprise attack this evening. I didn't even come in the morning.

Even though he was given a break on his shift, some 8,000 generals under Major General Greco were left sleep-deprived on October 2.

That undoubtedly caused further morale and reduced willingness to attack. But more serious things were happening before them, no, behind them.

"Yay, oh my god! Enemy troops in the rear, we're on our way to Salonica!!