Dungeon Defense (WN)

That's when Jeremy tried to argue with me.

“Cut the crap! Give in to the hounds of Brittany! ”

A peasant soldier, a middle-aged man with a hot beard, shouts ahead of Jeremy.

One person graciously talked back, and then it was easy. That's what the peasants say! I poured insults on the knight. Some pick up stones from the ground and throw them away. The knight slaps the seven stones with his palm and drops them.

“Fool. You've already been defeated. ”

The knight said:

“You are the losers gathered here. Are you going to kick the pity out of me like I'm lucky? Think about it.Hand over the commander. I promise a safe return to all of you... ”

“Well, I'll consider handing over your queen. ”

The peasant ridiculed me.

“Rumor has it the nobles spend a long day away from the palace. ”

“You said you made Harem to play with 200 people (Beautiful 31461;)! By the way, do you guys know? The Queen of Brittany chews with four mummies, not just one. ”

“Oh, what's wrong with that? ”

“I've done too much already, and I can't fill a hole with one penis. If not one, then two! ”

The peasants laughed. Phew. I sighed.

On the other hand, the Knight's mood became worse. In response, it seemed that it was not a knight who grew up rolling around in the territory, but rather a knight who grew up eating rust from the kingdom in the Royal Academia. In short, he was a punk. He was shivering in his vulgar gossip.

“How dare you……. ”

“Wait a minute, there are two Gravons. Where are the other two? ”

“There's more than one place to stick your dick. Well, heh-heh. When Her Majesty, the proud Queen of Brittany, chews, it seems like the webs are sticking together and the spiders are masturbating. ”

The peasants burst.

“Oh, I can't take that! Long live Queen Spider. ”

“Don't worry, Knight. If we ever see you chewing on Frank again, let me know. I can't satisfy you with your soft cocks, but I'm confident we'll send the Queen at once. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! ”

“ ……. ”

The knight stares horribly at this side. Then he swung his horse and left. The peasants laughed louder.

“Sleep tight, erectile dysfunction! ”

“Take off your sausage skin and come back, boy! ”

I watched him and laughed nonsense. Jeremy is also stunned at your side.

I muttered in silence.

“Looks like you've been leading a pretty extreme army. ”

“Yes, really. ”

A medical soldier who has been formed more reliably than a pathetically defeated horseman. I'd laugh if I were joking, but I'd only laugh if it were true.

They are being led by me. However, even if the beginning is a lie, their will is as real as their own. They are far more decent than clowns like me. Is the emperor trying to wage a civil war on the land where the people live? It's hard to see because I'm sane.

I've decided.

“Separate the wounded. ”

“Yes?”

“Let's use teleportation artifacts to move to the city in the rear. Even if the enemy surrenders, it would be better to treat the wounded. I think I'm going to get sick and go to hell. ”

If we can get him to the city in the back, he'll be treated badly. Much better than nothing. Farmer Soldiers will be more important in the future, as the nobles are virtually annihilated in today's battle. City officials will heal the peasants if they don't surrender to Brittany.

Jeremy says with a worried face.

“But, Commander. How many teleportation scrolls do you have? ”

“At least this one body is strong enough to protect. ”

I tapped my chest.

“You know how much money I have, right? Well, it's definitely an artifact with dozens of gold in it, but it's called the Thunderbolt Fist. Soldiers deserve to be rewarded for showing off their good looks. ”

“Ha. Yeah, well... if you say so. ”

You really spend your money like water, and Jeremy grunts. Jeremy knew that all the money he had fed and put to sleep came out of his pocket.

The wounded soldiers are gathered in one place. There was a guy who yelled at me to let him go, but the broken bones fell apart.... Jeremy is knocked unconscious in a single blow and dragged out quietly. Seeing that scene, the peasants laughed again.

Enough fraud. Plenty of room. There can't be more suitable troops to enter the battle.

We filled the gap in the woodwork with less than a few horses. It seemed like a small acidity had been built. It was around this time that the army of Brittany approached.

I didn't need a horse.

Enemy forces have reimagined a tactic we've been repeating since dawn today. They never got tired of it. A archer approaches twenty metres ahead and opens fire, and then the cavalry swoops at the spear.

However, the effect was significantly reduced.

In addition to the wooden bookcase, the trees of the forest became a natural obstacle. There were inevitably no arrows or mounted attacks.

Moreover, the enemy is tired. The Blessed Virgin, the instant buff, is now out of effect. The cavalry and the horses that repeated the charge for six to seven hours have clearly slowed down their movements. If you encounter them on the plains, they will still be powerful, but this place is a forest. The peasants brilliantly repelled the enemy three times.

“Fall back!"

Even in the fourth charge, the enemy retreats without earning much. Only the expensive horses died from the shooting of hunter archers. The horse that became a corpse became a new obstacle and stopped the enemy's charge.

“Hahaha! Priest, these guys are nothing! ”

“Armor only glitters, blindness only! ”

“Ah, excellent. ”

I laughed in a quiet voice.

The military has regained complete confidence. However, the prosperous situation will not last long.

Enemy forces have infantry. An infantry with all their strength and stamina because they did not participate in battle. If they come near and wage a mortal war, we will be defeated. In the end, it's just a blaze of light...... at the end.

The best outcome is that the Brittany Army once again offers surrender. This time, sincerely and generously. The Brittany won the fight anyway. You don't want to waste your infantry. It's our only hope.

After one last horseback attack, you send a lion from the right side. A nobleman dressed in a red cape. The young nobleman shouted from around the wooden ledge.

“I am Baron Garzon de Desje of Brittany. Who is the commander in command of the noble army? ”

“The commanding officer who presides over us is Lady Artemis! ”

A peasant soldier shouted without hesitation.

“And Jean Boleyo is your commanding officer! ”

“Jean Bole…… Ah, is that Jean Bole, the Mad Priest? ”

You nod as if the nobleman had realized something.

For the first time, I knew what kind of nickname Jean Bole was called on the Brittany side. Crazy priest! Worst naming sense ever. Is it absurd to expect a sense of smell from the sows of Brittany...?

“Priest Jean Bolet. I want to talk to you! ”

“I know you and I have been talking for seven hours. ”

I replied as I walked among the spearers.

The nobleman takes off his hat and greets you warmly. I also greeted the priest according to his manners. There was a naturally temporary truce between the two groups. The nobleman put his feathered hat back on. He gets to the point.

“Priest Jean Bole, the war is over. Isn't that right?"

“I take it the Queen of Brittany mentioned war as an eternal struggle for warriors? I must have overheard it because I was already deaf. ”

I shrugged.

“This is it, one gets old when one is on the battlefield. Isn't that right, Baron Garzon de Dese? ”

“Oh, noble priest of Selene. I don't need you to prove to me that you are a great speaker. ”

The nobleman smiles as if it were embarrassing.

“Your reputation is well known to us. Her Majesty often enjoys philosophical speeches before friendship. For me, as a nobleman, that speech is noble and appropriate. But before I was a nobleman, I was one soldier in front of you. ”

“Excellent. What would you like me to tell you as a hungry soldier?" ”

The nobleman takes a big breath and says,

“Honorable surrender! Or a filthy death! ”

“ ……. ”

That was a bold request. Will you surrender or will you die like this?

When I was silent, the young nobleman across the table said seriously.

“Priest Jean Bolé. Let me tell you a joke in front of the monkey. What is the difference between belief and obsession? ”

“Faith is rational, obsession is emotional. ”

“Excellent answer. ”

The noble smiles.

“As a soldier, this is what I think. It is a belief that we believe in the possibility of victory in battle and are obsessed with racing in a straight line towards defeat. ”

I understood the noble argument.

“Some things come from defeat. ”

But now I needed to bounce it once. Yes, I understand, but it was only when I stepped back and the terms of surrender were tighter. I reacted with a rigorous tone.

“If that's the pride of a country, it's not an ugly death. There's no reason for me to feel more honored about surrendering. ”

“In the history books, of course, you'll praise Jean Bolet and his peasant soldiers. But public commendation is like washing your body with dirt. The sinners who put their pride before their country and left innocent people to die in the battlefield will never forget. ”

“ ……. ”

I put on a mock-up of my worries. The nobleman throws another punch, thinking it worked.

“Consider the lives of your people precious. Priest Jean Bolé. The reason why people are wrongly burdened with civil war responsibilities. There's no reason to carry that around with your blood and your flesh. ”

The peasants roam around behind you.

“No, they invaded first. What nonsense! You're the ones who destroyed the Emperor! ”

“Priest! You can't hear me. That parasitic brother of yours, he's crushing his face! ”

“I can't close one eyelid until those Brittany bastards are dead! Woohoo!"

I slowly raise my right hand. The soldiers keep their mouths shut as if to when. I said in silence.

“…… What guarantee do you have that you will not harm the people who surrendered? ”

“I swear to all the goddesses. …… you will still feel anxious. ”

The nobleman smiles beautifully.

“The Queen is interested in something else. The goal is to chase down the remnants of the Duke of Giz and the Republic troops and wipe them out to the end. To be honest, your medical force is nothing but a thorn in your gums. ”

“It's uncomfortable, but it's just uncomfortable. ”

“Exactly. ”

The nobleman swore an oath with his hand on his chest.

“Drop all weapons and surrender. There are no soldiers worth paying for in your army anyway. Freehand, freefoot to the east. By oath of the House and Lord, my platoon will vouch for your identity and escort you to the nearest city. ”

“ ……. ”

I closed my eyes.

The midday sun shines darkly beyond the eyelids. I chewed the sun on St. Denis Plain with my face and my whole body. The sunlight seeps into my skin. Impressing that this is my first defeat.

I opened my mouth.

“I surrender.”