Dear Sister in Heaven... my niece who has become a brave man is too strong to... uncle... guardian or something. [Winner of the 6th Let's Be Con (on sale! ） 】

Gapalla!

Gapalla!

Brrrrrrrrrr, Hiwin!!

I thought the sound of a tall horse's hoof sounded,

"Commercial Union" Guild "Heavy Infantry Battalion Destroyed! Permission to retreat requested!

A large, eight-headed carriage, which serves as a mobile command post, goes hand in hand with a decree that has been driving from the front line.

He threw his helmet away "Kanagu" and yelled as he "Sara" exposed his sweaty face to the outside air.

"What an idiot..."

In a Yurayura and rocking carriage, the Allied Senior General sighs but keeps an eye on the operational map.

One of the Tabernacles tries to pull out the pinned soldier chess "Heigi" of the heavily armed infantry marked "Guild" of the Commercial Union and lower it back.

The Senior Admiral raised his hand and pushed it aside.

"Hey, lower that transmission back there. Ask your rank and rank, fill out a punishment book... and then sew your chatty mouth in."

Absolutely… the Senior General wanted to make a big tongue out of his heart about not yelling around military intelligence.

To that appearance, he sends his gaze at the troubled state of the tabernacle who was trying to pull out the soldier chess "Heigi".

"The heavy infantry of the Commercial Union" Guild "remains intact. There is no need to lower it. … followed forward. Let the Commercial Union Alliance's commandos storm as they go."

For one thing, even if we are lowering our troops, we need to open our way out, and it will take some time to accommodate the wounded soldiers.

The speed of this operation is liver.

I know it's a battle you can't win, Sakusa, but you also need to make a difference.

At the very least, we must ensure a foothold in the next offensive. That is, the occupation of the fort is an absolute condition.

The reconstructed Fort Hockey alone allows the enemy to penetrate.

Now we need a base that's a little closer to the northern military port. That's the fort in front of me... but it still doesn't seem to be a glimmer.

The mercenary entity's heavily armed infantry, both exposed and bulletproof, was destroyed without any success. Troops are scattered, fleeing backwards. "The..." seems to be engaged with the SWAT (...).

I don't even know the reason for the devastation, only the information I don't care about is circled by the decree's hustle and bustle.

We need to let the whole army know what's fun and all the extermination information that lowers morale...

The quality of the Allied forces has fallen devastating due to the prolongation of the war and the pulling out of outstanding soldiers by the Brave Army.

Due to the lowering of the conscription age and repeated convocations of reserve officers, proficiency has been fatally reduced.

In some countries, they have troops full of children and the elderly.

At the end of the war, this is still happening in the middle of repeating every step of the way…

The level of junior officers in Omake is just blindfolded.

Only high-ranking officers have a high chance of doing it and survival. Young people die... old age spreads. End-state state of "hiccups".

Now you can't win a war you can win, either.

More than that, are you really willing to win?

He even wants to question his sanity.

Like the asshole preaching earlier...

Even a decree that carries high value information does not know the value of the information.

For this minute, you should think the champion army is finding out about the location of the command post and so on.

"Discard the heavy infantry of the Commercial Union" Guild ". Do you guys mind?

Though relatively large, the mindset is a carriage. There's no way that dozens of people can ride -- first of all in a room with a console sitting in the center with Den.

Cramped, it's the class of generals from all over the country sitting in small chairs.

In it, a strange presence - no matter how you look at it - doesn't look like a general class... a fat merchant-style man.

No, it's not merchant-style. I guess he's just a merchant.

It was clear that the word "you" had been thrown at this man - one of the Alliances of Commerce.

Like wandering his gaze without being busy with Kyoro Kyoro, he is somewhat unsettled or restless compared to the soldiers around him.

Most of them are military, I guess you know you're floating in this room.

The man, huffing and breathing,

"I don't mind that.... Only the Armored Security Company (PMC) 's Superintendent Squad is our elite.... don't waste (...) me..."

Because people are so dense, there is enthusiasm. The man wipes his sweat with a handkerchief,

I told him not to waste his own excellence… yes, not crush it, but waste it.

Let's just say that it doesn't matter anymore.

While the Senior Admiral smiled bitterly,

"Yes, it will be a solid foundation."

Everyone and he know what that means, but there's nothing to criticize.

Not even on the "guild" side of the commercial union, he doesn't look like he cared.

Instead, let's laugh deeply and sarcastically...

"Come on, the battle on the northern corridor of the Sinai Island Front that begins... human life is bleeding tonight with a" good "big deal (...) service. At a good price, at a special sale… will be cut (…) sold…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

A fat merchant shows off in a beautiful voice in the wrong place.

It is a grand irony and an antithesis to war.

But it doesn't hold.

I can't stop it.

That's a mistake, but it doesn't matter if you're right.

That's what military men are for.

Soldiers are nothing but pawns.

They are free violent devices.

If you tell him to do it, he'll do anything.

War is already a good place.

I can't turn back.

"Next, then, the troops of the Reich..."

When the Tabernacle knocks the pin down to the ground without lowering the Alliance Alliance Heavy Infantry and the Superintendent's Chess...

Tang!!

and place a soldier chess representing the troops of the Reich that were located behind it.

The pin on the soldier's chess... the heavy-duty infantry of the Alliance of Commerce and the soldier's chess of the Superior Guard folded over it and stabbed it with a pussy - - indicating that it would advance on it.

One of the tabernacles watching the move signaled outside the carriage.

Then the trumpet sounded soaring, and it drifted one after the other toward the front like a lightning bolt.

Commercial Union Alliance Heavy Infantry Battalion - Destroyed

Armored Security Company (PMC) Supervision Squad - Destroyed

... the Shinto Martyr Battalion... ravaged the remnants of the Alliance of Commerce's Alliance's Alliance troops and transcended

The Sinai Front remains unusual today...

Hell with no complaints.