Dungeon Defense (WN)

A bad feeling came true.

Enemies wave relentlessly to make sure they never tire. Over time, the front legs of the horses gallop violently. The knights slap Lance on this side and then turn back. First row archer, second row riding charge. This unit repeats itself seven times.

They're disgusting. I sigh, scream or something.

“You said Brittany's horses don't even eat! ”

It has been over five hours since the battle began. In the meantime, a squadron in Brittany has roughly charged twelve times. The cavalry ignores the deflection in its armor, but the cavalry throws itself at the soldiers of the spear.

“But I'm still getting less and less vigorous. ”

Jeremy wipes the blood off his dagger.

“No matter how amazing their manhood is, it's a living creature. You can't be tired. ”

“The problem is that our soldiers are almost exhausted. Damn it.”

The Longbowmen were clearly getting tired.

When an enemy cavalry member dies, three to five allies die. It was nearly four times the rate of engagement. I sent a messenger to Central and Right, but the situation is no different from this one.

Our troops literally slaughtered 5,1000 foot soldiers. Thanks to you, I was able to defend the wooden fence. If there were less than three times the troop difference between an enemy and an ally...... there was still an unimaginable situation.

‘I see why Captain Zephyr thought the horror of the human cavalry was so great. ’

It was unusually powerful. Not only did the knights know how to draw it out of their bodies, but the horsemen who trained it as acolytes of knights.

First of all, Lance is enormous. 5 to 8 meters! Who would stand against these Orcs in the field if they didn't have to resort to the Orcs? It was like a nightmare.

I was able to fully understand Barbatos' words now. Captain Zephar, who ordered an assault on the Knights, was a complete idiot. They were not human. It was something completely different from humans.

“You're charging again. ”

“Shit. Fuckin 'assholes more than assholes. ”

Thousands of men rush across the plains.

“If I ever spin with the Knights again, I swear I'll suck Parsi's cock! ”

“Who's that? Phew.”

Jeremy sighs deeply, and goes forward. Jeremy's assassination squad had to take action if one of the knights got in. Five of those assassins are dead already.

“Cough, cough... Damn. ”

Once again, I wanted to silence the soldiers with amplifying magic, but I couldn't. My voice was already resting like a skinny old man. That was three hours ago.

Soldiers with hooks scream at Lance. The horse groans and falls to the ground. Friendly, hostile, and vicious. The people who were farming cried out in blood and tears, and Brittany was sacrificed far away from her hometown.

“Priest... Please save this man..." ”

A soldier approaches, raising an injured soldier. I sighed in my heart. Again.

“My friend's arm was cut off. Priest, please have mercy... ”

I didn't have to tell you. It was easy for me to see. The injured soldier's right arm and left arm are severed from the elbow. The cutting edges were terribly clean. Unfortunately, a third-grade or better knight was running.

The soldier kissed my toe several times and hit my head on the ground.

“This is the only one left of me and the trendiest. If he dies, I won't look at the villagers... Priest. Please have mercy...! ”

“Hey, my friend. ”

I said something difficult. The throat is heavy. This was a damn thing to do.

“Unfortunately, even a goddess priest can't raise the dead. ”

“Yes?”

“He's already dead. ”

The soldier looks at the wounded soldier's face. The wounded soldier, or warrior, opens his mouth with his eyes wide. Like I need to see more, like I need to say more. The soldier turns pale and looks at me alternately with his friend.

“Huh? Huh? I said it before, no, just before... Yes? ”

It was the look that asked me to take back what I just said.

Maybe the soldier is right. You would have talked to your friend just before. Hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer, and the priest will heal you soon, just a little longer... We barely made it out of our soldiers' barracks. Meanwhile, the wounded are dead.

I can't even say goodbye to my friends in the Trend. That was it.

The soldier slaps the warrior on the cheek. I said, open your eyes. Get up. There was no response. Only then did the soldier realize that his friend had slept forever and burst into tears. Tears shed over the middle-aged man's face with a rough beard. Half of it was crying in the dust.

“ ……. ”

I patted the soldier on the back. Hypocrisy. But now he needs hypocrisy. There was nothing on the battlefield anyway.

I had to do something. But what else can we do? Either the enemy was exhausted first, or the allies collapsed first. I had no choice but to endure....

What the commanders think is roughly similar.

“The Duke wishes to send a reserve party. ”

A messenger has arrived from the General Command. Other than my left, the commanders seemed to have decided to 'do something about it.'

It was worth it. If I had been in charge of 12,000 soldiers, Duke Giz, the general commander, would have carried 63,000 lives on his back. Only work and sixty thousand were different dimensions. It wasn't just rhetorical. This was really a different dimension. You can't even compare it under psychological pressure.

“The reserves? Do we have any reserves left?" ”

“Friendly cavalry forces. The Duke plans to use it. ”

I realized in the supplementary explanation of the messenger that I, ah,

Why haven't I considered it all these years? Yes. We have cavalry, just as we have cavalry. A thousand knights and a thousand horsemen. Although I don't know if my vagina will be any worse than Brittany's, the enemy is now exhausted.

On the other hand, the cavalry of the allied horsemen was vigorous. Of course I didn't participate in the battle.

“Of course...... I didn't think about it because there were no cavalry under my command. It seems the Duke has devised the best course of action. ”

I nodded. The messenger told me.

“May I say that Commander Right has agreed to the operation?" ”

“Ah. I don't have a cavalry for myself anyway, so that's not very useful consent. Tell the Duke I wish him luck. ”

I made a bitter smile. The messenger walks away.

In fact, it was not a matter for this side to agree and sleep. The elite force, such as the cavalry, was held by the central Huang Tai Hu aristocratic army, the Republic of Batavia's right-hand army. In fact, after they agreed with each other, it didn't matter if they just gave me orders.

Nevertheless, he sent a messenger saying he was looking for consent. It was worth noting how old Duke Giz was. There was an indulgence in hugging people.

‘If the Emperor were half the Duke of Giz, the civil war would not have happened. ’

It was bad luck for Frank and good luck for me. Also, it was unfortunate for the injured soldier who had just died....

I got on the horse and looked behind me. The cavalry moves slowly. I've instructed them to make a path ahead of time so that they can easily evacuate their allies' bowman dust.

I sighed.

“The end is near. It was a difficult fight.... ”

* * *

“Here we go. ”

Queen Henrietta smiles. She dresses up in a heavy armor and rides on a horse. The Queen is surrounded by Brittany's chiefs, who face the horses side-by-side.

Enemy cursed bookshelves. In between the barricade and the barricade, the spearmen slowly retreat back down the road. The queen said with excitement.

“Tell the archers to hurry. Take Lance now. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The chieftain relays the order to the messengers, and the messengers honour to the ground and drive their horses like gunshots. There were countless Lances built for today's fight. Not only did you dust off the Imperial Weapons Depot in the Franks, but you turned the forge in Parisian Rooms hot for several decades.

“Holy Virgin Longgwi. The last time I sold information, I told you it was the emperor's side. ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. I remember, Your Grace. ”

Sanctuary Jacqueline Longgwi, Athena, replies.

“That was a lie. ”

“…… Yes? ”

Henrietta de Brittany grins.

“If the informant really wanted to stop our Brittany, he wouldn't have asked another outsider, another Republican. Someone has taken over the Republic independently. One of the two. ”

She pointed out one person first. Duke Henry de Giz, who wants to be founded on the power of the Republic, who rules the current aristocratic army.

“Duke Giz was the only one to safely withdraw from the last battle. On the other hand, the political rival, Enemies of Montmorense, died. It is quite likely that Duke Giz has plotted everything. ”

“What is the second possibility, Your Majesty? ”

“Longgwi. It's a transition of ideas. ”

Henrietta takes Lance from the acolyte. Lance of the Brittany army, made of fir trees, is hollowed out. It was lightweight, but it was less durable. Rance in Brittany was designed to break through the enemy while being broken.

Henrietta, who was also a second-rate dancer, skillfully captured Lance.

“Someone didn't move the Republic. The Republic itself controls the nobles of the North of Frank. ”

“…… The Republic? ”

“Yes. Then it makes sense why Frank would try to overcome his peril with foreign power. Hmm. It's been a while since I've been on a raid. ”

The queen's horse blushes lightly. It seemed to say, "Don't worry."

A warrior with a black torso and a black mane. To this noble horse, the queen named him "Crow Feather." The symbol of Brittany, the black lily, was a loving horse who said it was gorgeous and beautiful.

“If Duke Giz is the culprit, we need to draw him deep. ”

Queen Henrietta strokes her horse gently.

“A man so shrewd and quick to sacrifice static. If the battlefield didn't have the advantage, they wouldn't even be out there. Hmm, he must have dragged her off into the long run. Long time ago, we were outnumbered. Batavia would have used political tricks, too. ”

Alternating back and forth, the cavalry begins to line up on the plains. The alignment of the date. It was a classic advance in horseback riding. The opposing cavalry makes a steadfast march out of the barricade.

“Either way, we need to get rid of Duke Giz and the Batavians. Today, we must not simply win. ”

Queen Henrietta leisurely rides. The chiefs marched with the Great Queen.

“We must crush them thoroughly. Holy Lady Longgwy.Wish me and my soldiers luck. I need you to push one more time. ”

“Yes. May your destiny be with you. ”

The Queen's party joins the cavalry to lead the charge.