Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

"My dear compatriots! When we fought, we came!

I raise my voice after gathering all the villagers in the village square.

About six days ago, I grabbed about five hundred Imperial soldiers marching out of the supply base, and I've spent all my time getting ready.

And in less than half a day, the soldiers of the Empire will reach this village.

According to information I heard from Joseph in torture, the Empire people are going to destroy this village, kill all the men and turn them into demon stones, and the woman is going to grab them.

When giving birth to a child between different races, the birth rate falls, but the same race is born as the mother, except for some races.

Finally, I guess the idea is that as long as you leave a woman, you can increase the number of elves at all costs.

Until now, I have forgiven my physique as a village to get both taxes and demon stones, but by giving up taxes, I intend to increase my demon stone acquisitions and fill holes.

"We don't give in anymore. I won't let you take it. Use all your might against the Empire. Wind, and with friends. This is a jihad for us to live tomorrow!

My words swoop across every elf.

The tranquility around is pleasant.

"I don't need anything special. However, if you follow my word and do what you're trained to do, you can win. I'll let you win. So help us all! When the battle is over, we'll all come back to this place and celebrate tomorrow and have a feast!

There is no sadness in the faces of the elves. I believe each and every one of us can win.

If we win this battle, we will form a larger army and they will attack us.

But in less than a month, the snow starts to accumulate.

You can't march up Snow Mountain any more, and if you beat this, you'll survive until spring.

With that time, I can make this village richer and stronger.

"Guys, we're gonna win!

As I shout at the end, as I pray, I close short.

Then,

"" "Whoa!!

The corresponding voices of the elves overlap.

I smiled. I don't feel like losing.

And a hundred bowmen went out of the village with a crossbow and a dedicated arrow.

I will not use [Circle Regression] in this battle.

This is the battle of the elves. It doesn't make sense if we can't win on our own.

If they raid me when I'm gone, it doesn't seem like they're gonna wipe me out. Win this battle and give the people of the elves, experience and confidence.

And if [circle regression] is left behind, it will be a reserve force that can accommodate unexpected reinforcements, etc. At the end of the day, I'll keep it for insurance when I'm really cornered.

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There is only one paved path from the Empire to the village of Elf. The road is about 30 meters wide.

Originally, the village of Elf was in the middle of the woods and there was no way to lead there.

Five years ago, my father was lurking in the woods, fighting with guerrilla methods of warfare, but the empire that annoyed him burned the woods, forcing him to cut them off and make a promising path straight to the village, through which he entered and ravaged the village.

After that, it was the predecessor of this pavement that was made by stepping on the ground and consolidating it.

There is also such a history, surrounded by woods around this pavement road.

As long as the Imperial soldiers are wearing heavy full-body armor, I can't think of any invasive routes other than pavement roads. The soft forest ground takes its feet relentlessly, so by their weight, they can't move on properly, and the trees are dense and I can't wave my sword satisfactorily.

The soldiers of the Empire are marching 5 km from here in a way that is preceded by infantry, which accounts for 90%, and followed by 10% of the cavalry.

The cavalry behind them will be the commanders.

As it stands, we are about 1 km away from the Imperial Soldier's lead force, almost at the end of a straight, promising path. Even at this distance, Elf's vision had captured the figure accurately. It can be identified to the face.

"Never shoot until you have my signal."

I command that to the villagers of the elves.

On the human side, there are no soldiers equipped with bows or magicians.

The bow is useless against the wind manipulating elves, because the elves do not make headwinds and deliver arrows. Also, burning two or three opponents 20m away at best, such as a human mage, is not a force for war.

Let's just say it's the right decision to make, given that.

I don't use horses other than the commanders because I can't protect them with an arrow in my armor. Falling off horses with that armor on will take a lot of damage.

Nearly five hundred soldiers are intimidated by the way they march with full body armor, but no elves move into it. Rather, every day, I can see the helmet I was using and it's enough to regain my normal mind.

The march of the Imperial Soldier suddenly stops at a distance of just 500 m.

A perfectly wide man comes forward in armor with luxurious decorations that the preceding infantry paved the way, rode the horse and could see at a glance that it was a special order.

He had a primitive loudspeaker in his hand.

"Hey, I'm Melissark, the famous man of the Martial Family, the two Harrengluks! We have brought five hundred and eleven brave soldiers from the [Holy Sword Knights] Lowen branch to lay down their hammers on the barbarians who have no enemies to the Empire"

If you think about what you're going to do, you're raising your name. Besides, he went out of his way to convey the number of soldiers with his own righteousness and even made it clear that there were no ambushes.

The number of people I counted since I saw him is consistent with the number that he kindly told me, and unless this is a bluff, I don't have to worry about an ambush.

Doing such a foolish thing is proof that you are looking for pride and honor in the battle.

"Are you gushing maggots in your head?

I pulled the trigger with the crossbow pointing upwards as I floated my mockery.

With the protection of the wind, unaffected in any way by the wind, it flies straight towards a dumb nobleman while drawing beautiful parabolas in the mountains.

Ballistics as calculated in [Program].

"Listen, you barbarians. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

An arrow that took the steeple off to avoid deliberately dying pierces his ugly belly.

Of course, my unleashed arrows are heavily poisoned. It's a double punch of death agony and paralysis poison. When this goes into the blood, even a bear can't stand for two days.

Screams multiply and amplify with loudspeakers.

It significantly demoralized the soldiers of the Empire.

A man who looked like a deputy next door picks up a loudspeaker.

"You shot him! You're still in the middle of a 'name'! You're cowardly! You're cowardly!!

I round my eyes. It's not about arrows at this distance, it's about being attacked in the middle of your great 'namesake'.

And cowardly. More so, cowardice on the battlefield?

What are you talking about? I'm exchanging lives. What's wrong with making an effort to live? This is not a sport.

I received an arrow-set crossbow from the supporting role. Release unconstructively.

Replay when you shoot as many nobles as you just did. Likewise, an arrow pierces his belly, screaming around, falling off his horse.

Now an excited horse is slamming and kicking the soldiers around.

"Next!"

Short, when I say that, they give me a new crossbow.

This time, I'm giving you two exclusive support.

My hitting accuracy is jumping through, and I can hit it in the middle if it's up to 500m.

For that reason, I leave the set of arrows to the support of the two of us to release a little more arrows, and I concentrate only on shooting arrows.

"Come on, let's go. Damn it!"

I even snipe at people with family crests carved into their armor.

Arrows at 360 km/h per hour cannot be captured by the human eye, and one stab after the other, the severe pain of the poison arrows renders them incapable of combat.

If I move around, I can escape, but I'm stiff with fear. They're stupid.

Even if you can't catch an arrow with your eyes, it's a mountain of ballistics after five seconds to bounce, so moving forward would help.

"This is the fourth person with a family crest!

There are two reasons why I'm after a family crest.

One is the presumption that the nobles would be taking command. If the commander falls, he loses control, and the scene panics on top of the inability to act that was an organization. In fact, I'm confused by the change in the order system, and even though I'm sniping, it's still solidifying on that spot. I can't thank you enough for taking the time to mark important people.

The other is to keep the golden aristocrats out of combat without killing them. Hundreds with crossbows aren't as good at shooting as I am. I could accidentally kill you.

When I shot out about six men, the soldiers finally made a move.

"Assault, no! Assault, no!"

They all come running with heavy armor on with those words just as hard as they can.

Stupid. Is this all you want to do, show me how easy it is to pierce the armor and still push it?

Maybe he thinks only the bow I have is special.

"Front row, stand down!

I give instructions to the elves.

As trained, the elves are divided into two rows of forty-five.

The road is only 50 meters wide, so it's very narrow.

Everyone is very focused.

To be honest, one or two of them thought they'd lose their fear and release arrows from out of range, but they've put up with me a lot.

To the ten elite people who hunt from day to day, they're asking for another job, so now it's the number of elves that ninety can run.

"Not yet, not yet, hit it. Now!"

Arrows were unleashed simultaneously as the soldiers' battle group approached 300m.

About half of the arrows released simultaneously hit.

At this distance, we can form a barrage with little aim, but still kill power.

Repeat the firing while switching between the front and rear columns.

The screams of the soldiers who were running in front echo multiple times.

It's a secondary effect of poison arrows. My buddy's scream blunts his legs. Something that fear propagates and panics, something that tries to save a fellow who speaks out in agony. Different soldiers come out and pull the feet of their allies.

In addition, fallen companions become obstacles. It takes extra time to get over it, and it takes time to pack up the distance.

I have spent more than two minutes going 100m.

While it was bringing, the arrows were pouring like rain.

"Hey, stay here."

"What the hell. Isn't Imperial armor invincible?"

"Hey, Tonam, don't die, don't die! I'll take your shoulders."

I guess I've never suffered a great deal of damage just by unilaterally burying my enemies before.

If you are a decent army, march by the will of the iron, deciding that what you need now is to go as far as you can, even one step forward. Or stop this reckless advance and choose to retreat.

"Back row forward, stand... shoot!

Then, in that gap, a row is replaced and a single shot is fired.

Again, arrows are released, producing countless casualties.

That said, the soldiers are coming pretty close.

At a stage where the distance was cut 100 m, the villagers were instructed to target them properly.

With this distance, almost everyone can snipe inside.

Imperial damage jumps.

Normally, imperial soldiers don't make such obnoxious assaults either.

It's easy to predict that if you go straight in, you will suffer devastating damage. Still, I guess the reason I won't stop raiding is because the person directing it was made to retire by me that way.

"Well, still a little bit of a head guy comes out"

If I made a mistake, soldiers appeared who would make judgments that could be punished for ignoring orders.

For example, even if it's hard to move, it's better in the woods than on a beautifully paved road with arrows pouring down.

You're going to go into the woods and take a detour and flank us.

Only archers exist and the bunk shooting itself is an extremely vulnerable formation to attacks from multiple directions.

If that's true, it's a very effective tactic.

"But there's no way I didn't expect that."

Since just now, I've been watching the forest with the magic of the wind, [perceptual dilation].

There is something that falls into the pit of a build-up of venom, something that is trapped and suspended, and something that is sneaked in by the hunted elves and pierced with armor in a crossbow, united with a forest that erases the signs.

I could see the tragic end of the different soldiers.

There are countless traps in the woods, and there are five skilled hunters on both sides.

They are used to killing signs to hunt for their prey and are good at grasping enemy positions with sound.

To them like that, the soldiers who put their armor against the trees and branches around them, chattered and loud noises round out their place once again, whose weight of armor and taking their feet by the soil make them move badly and blunt, and if they wave their swords, they will hit the trees around them, not being hunted with crossbow arrows from close range by each and every one, the hunters who sneak in without sound.

"There's no way humans can beat elves in the woods, is there?

Still, it would still have been possible had we been able to act in a coherent and collective manner. That's why the main unit left on the pavement road is thoroughly defended while shielding the corpses of its people, and if about a hundred people get into the woods, we can't deal with this one either.

I can't ignore the enemy in the front. It is impossible to deal with it as soon as possible because the arrow rays cannot be secured against the team that went into the woods. You can't get close to a large number of people by erasing signs and ending them one by one.

But no one else can give this instruction.

Soon the distance was packed to about 70 m.

Since the distance cut 100 meters, he said the damage to the empire has jumped thanks to switching to sniping, but still doesn't lose momentum.

There are about two hundred and twenty soldiers who have been rendered incapacitated, with about three hundred remaining.

Majority of enemies remain, but acceptable enough. Rather, it's huge that we've made more than a third of them incapable of fighting so far.

In the case of infantry units, when the casualty exceeds 30%, the unit is judged to be wiped out and withdrawn because two to four soldiers per person are required for evacuation of the injured.

But he doesn't want to take care of his people. I see no sign of retreat, and I intend to fight it thoroughly.

I'm a little surprised.

There is too little fear in the soldiers of the Empire for anything.

This is all my people suffer, they die and why can they attack me?

If you're a normal person, you're supposed to lose your temper to fight if you're so unilaterally ravaged.

It's like, "Something invisible” is pushing my back.

"Move on, move on. Yeah! That's the only way to clear my people's minds."

Soldiers get over their fellow corpses and plug their ears in screams and stick them straight in.

Stupid. Even if you win, why fight in a situation where you have no choice but to abandon your people. If I had escaped here, I wouldn't have had to wipe it all out.

Such are my thoughts, the distance from the soldiers is getting clogged, certainly in a few minutes, the distance the blades of the soldiers reach us. However,

"What, these thin chains? I'm gonna smash you."

Suddenly, countless sticks of wood and needled wires wrapped around them appear, holding back the soldiers from going.

That's barbed wire. It's a trap that has wielded ferocity in past wars.

I just pointed and wound the iron thread on the tree.

That holds back the way it goes. The height of the barbed wire is about 1 m 30 cm. That was high enough to get over in armor and high enough not to interrupt the bow's orbit.

With the least amount of material and effort, the barbed wire that could hold me back effectively worked just as I expected.

"What is this, it can't be slashed. Oh, well, not yet, grab the front!

And the soldiers behind you can't stop where the lead has stopped. The lead is crushed.

Without armor, the needle would have torn itself apart. You bought me too much time to not have to be.

"Let go!"

There was plenty of time to set the arrows.

Arrows pour down on the soldiers who were standing up on the spot, and dozens of soldiers are driven out of combat.

And the soldiers, who are also stranded by the barbed wire that leads them, become stronger walls and hinder the march.

I give instructions to the ten elite men, including Lucier, who have a special, high-precision crossbow strike, to step out of a single line, fire at their own will, and prioritize targeting soldiers who have been brought to the barbed wire.

"Let go!"

And in the meantime, the simultaneous shooting of the elves continues, capturing accurately even subsequent enemies that can be targeted avoiding soldiers stranded on barbed wire.

The Imperial soldiers are a snort cry. Not a single one of them falls one after the other without reaching where the elves are. Some broke their feelings and began to appear, as did those who entered the scene or turned their backs on their own and fled.

More than a majority of Imperial soldiers are no longer casualties. It's a strange situation not to withdraw anymore. Maybe there's no one there who can give an exit order.

"Step on the dead or injured! If we don't, we're all gonna die!

There was a guy in the Imperial Guard with his head around him.

When I wonder if an effective crackdown has been heard from the Empire, I pile up my wounded fallen companions, staircase them, and swap barbed wire.

Naturally, the elves shoot at the enemies that come over them, but they can't capture them all.

"About 80 more."

The enemy's battle group has 80 men left. Four-fifths more are dying or incapable of fighting.

They're going to ignore Theory on the battlefield and fight until the last soldier.

Most of all, I want to praise the courage of not fleeing in a state of panic and still coming.

No, it's not that good. You can't beat us if you get to us. You can already say this is just suicide.

The remaining distance is 40 m.

"Damn the elves, I'll kill them! I'll kill you. Whoo! It's my people's revenge! Think!!"

A resentful voice trembles the eardrum.

As the distance approaches, this ballistic will be closer to full horizontal, and the effect of the simultaneous fire will jump further.

You should be aware of that, but the soldiers come into it in the shape of ghosts with the anger of being hit by their mates.

I know how that feels. Because...

"Oh, we've been feeling that way for the past five years. Shoot!"

Another simultaneous shooting, about thirty kicks.

Still, I step over my buddy's body, and the aftermath is imminent.

At this distance, some will reach before the front and rear rows are replaced and the shooting is fired.

If normal.

"Hii, what is this?"

"Sink, sink,"

"Take it off, take off your armor"

And it's been assumed that we'll be this close. The last 30 m is made into a deep mud.

Elves are not just wind, they are also water aptitude. The soil can be highly viscous beforehand, and it has been planted for days to muddy as long as water is poured.

All you have to do is manipulate the contents of the water bottle behind you, pour it in and you can do the mud in no time.

Driven by the intent to kill, the soldiers, who were running at their full strength, drown in the mud one after the other. The soldiers in momentum can't stop suddenly.

And lucky for you, nothing stops on the spot, either.

"Let go!"

In fact, the simultaneous shooting of the elves, who finished setting the arrows, completely overwhelms them.

The soldiers of the Empire are no longer in a state of devastation. There are only a few decent people who can fight. A few of them, too, run desperately. This battle...

"We win!

I proclaimed.

The elves cheer me up.

Yes, this was the first Elves victory in five years.