Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

We can tell by the main unit and the detachment.

A pair of four Iraqsa members is fundamental. I will lead three or twelve of the squad and entrust Loreau with two or eight squadrons.

And Yukino acts on us, and Ku acts with Loreu and the others.

Personal strength is me and Ku jumping through, so we need to disperse it inevitably. It's an organization based on that.

Unless there's so much going on, we won't be joining up in this fight until the last operation, the raid on the supply base.

"Loreau, you are the leader of the detachment. I'll take care of everything over there."

"Ouch. Chief, leave it to me!

I noticed during the training that Loreau has the qualities of a leader and is good at putting people together.

I don't mind when it comes to situations that require difficult decisions, but if you decide to do it, it does the job right.

"You know the operation."

"Arranging behind them, trying to rendezvous, leaving them for the empire, attacking the horses with the highest priority, if possible, people, right?

"That's right. Don't miss it."

Our basic policy is to hold back and wait for their food to stick. If the march doesn't go well, the Empire's people will seek help from the Empire with their early horses.

If you are a fast horse, you can run 60 km a day.

The horse is oh I see it and I don't have the strength. Mongolian horseback riding squad that once played a legendary role. A day's journey of 70 to 100 km was the limit, even for tribes that knew everything about horses, gathered special horses, and spent all their lives nurturing and riding horses. As far as the quality of the imperial horses and soldiers is concerned, there are not so many arms and the horse's travel distance would be fine with an estimate of 60 km.

You have to look at 90 to 100 km if you think about it until you dump your horse and your luggage afterwards and the soldiers run.

Still, it can be a threat to us. If you ask for help at a point 50 km from the Empire, the Empire will be contacted in one day and a carriage with plenty of supplies may catch up with you in less than two days.

To keep them from doing that, Loreau and the others are instructed to eliminate the cavalry going to convey the information, and to launch an attack on the carriage that is likely to rendezvous from the rear.

After shooting a horse, the priority of a person is that the horse is more targeted and easy to hit, and even if the worst man runs away, he can buy quite a bit of time.

"But it is. Sir, are we really going to attack all the horses that are going to join them without checking?

That's what Loreau said as he distorted his expression.

I open my mouth with a bitter look, too.

"Oh, everything."

"But it doesn't matter to them."

"Around here, there are few villages that would get carriages out on the Elsier side, and besides, it's this time of year. It's almost certainly an empire entanglement."

"Almost, right? Maybe."

"Still do it"

Don't get lost. Lost creates gaps.

"Loreau, we're low on numbers. If it's not an ambush, it can't be definitively stopped. You can't crush that chance of surprise with confirmation work. What if the carriage you decided wasn't an imperial carriage was their disguise? Besides. If even the carriage has nothing to do with the Empire, try to make contact with the hungry Empire people. Root Root It is Othi who is deprived of supplies and killed. The results will remain the same."

"It's"

Loreau gets stuck in words.

I know how that feels painfully. I'm telling you to put innocent people in your hands.

"You can never lose. If we lose this battle, Elsier will be finished. Everything that matters to us is taken away. So be a ghost. Just think about winning. Please."

I bowed my head.

Hopefully, I don't want you to do this dirty work. I think I want to take it on. But you can't let me leave the main unit. We need to respond to their movements more than just attack the Imperial Squad. I'm the only one who can give that instruction.

"Long, I'm sorry. You don't even want to be long. An operation like this. Still, I need to tell you to do it. Because I know how to think about it..."

Loreau bowed his head back to me.

"That's okay. I trust you because you're the angry one here. This is the last thing I want to do. So let's win."

"Right. Win."

Though Loreau's eyes made him ready, it became so. As long as it's reliable.

And Kuw came next to me to replace Loreu.

"Okay, Cyril, I'm coming."

"Ku, when something happens, you rely on me."

"Yeah, I'll take care of Mr. Loreau's support"

Khu's role is to support Iraqsa personnel using fire magic and to use force to mount a war situation when an Irregular occurs. I expect it will never be a decent fight. But it can happen anytime. Ask them to take the lead when those things happen.

"I wanted to be with Ku, but I'm sorry"

That's what I said, squeezing my voice so I couldn't hear myself around.

"That's fine. You can choose the right answer without being flushed by emotions. I like Cyril like that, because it's my goal."

I smile back at that word. I want to hug you, but we all have eyes here.

"I wish you good luck."

"I wish Cyril well, too. My dear friend and sister, please."

"Leave it to me. I'll protect you both."

"I'm relieved. I'll see you with a smile."

That's how I broke up with the detachment.

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Running through the trees.

And as he hides in the woods trees beside the streets, he chases them to the beginning.

The information captured in [Perceptual Extension] is processed with a brain temporarily enhanced by magic to count the number and grasp the details. The number of enemies this time is four thousand five hundred and fifty-second.

There does not appear to be any significant deviation from the number of personnel expected from the supply base. Still, this is all the soldiers I've sent out so often. Not the number of people serving the village of two hundred and fifty.

"Still, that's a chigu. Three thousand or so."

There is no unity in the troops of the Empire.

The main thing is the Empire Regular Soldiers. This is about a thousand and five hundred. The Regular Soldiers have all but a few footprints. It seems the nobles are the ones who are disrupting the footsteps and making the elegant journey aboard the carriage.

And the next peasants used to conscripting are about a thousand, more or less able to tell by the poor minister's disposition and walking style. Looks like he's been trained for a while. I can ask for certain strengths.

Plus, there are five hundred rough, tough, but crude men out there somewhere. Each is equipped differently from the Empire in a funny way, and the fact that the tip of their gaze is facing a large beard surface, not an Imperial soldier, makes it possible to be a massive mercenary regiment. Still well controlled and highly skilled.

So far, it's a decent category.

"The other thousand and five hundred is out of the question."

The remaining thousand and five hundred are all boiled down to peasants who are obviously unfamiliar with the journey and bandits in a number of small mercenary regiments.

For once, we follow the instructions of the Imperial soldiers, but each and every one of them cares about their own little representatives.

In other words, there are a number of heads in a single army.

I guess I was pretty unscrupulous to increase the number.

"It's easy to get into."

Nothing is more brittle than an army with no one feelings. Put it on a little bit and people will come out moving for their own people, not the whole army.

"Guys! Listen to me. Don't go after people who seem to be good! Target the little filthy people who are leading the way!

The little ones are regular soldiers of the Empire. That's behind us.

I want to use my passion for gathering. They're shielding us. They abandon us easily. They accumulate that kind of emotion. That would explode dissatisfaction. Hopefully, they will leave with an aside to take food away from the main unit of the Empire.

"Cyril, okay. You're on the same terms as shooting when you're training, right?

"That's right. Always use [perceptual dilation] when sniping. The basics are to hide and snipe from the trees from 200 m away and retreat when the distance from the enemy cuts 150 m. Repeat that and retreat when [perceptual dilation] maintenance becomes harder. No sniping where there's no shield."

That's the tactic of this one. Keeping in mind to thoroughly avoid risks and sharpen the opponent's battle power.

"Everybody's ready!

"Whoa!"

Irraxa's face sets up a crossbow.

The snow has just melted, so the temperature is still cold in the first half of a single digit. My hands have a dull sensation of scratching. There is a slight obstacle to the accuracy of the shooting.

But the air got warmer around.

"Guys, come on!

"Thank you. Yukino. At this rate, please."

"Yeah, let me handle it. I can't use the bow, but I can help."

Yukino warmed the air around me. I deploy magic to keep that warm air out of the way. The sensation of my hands is back.

I brought Ku and Yukino in the final phase, to blow up the food vault at the supply base with demon stones, but even these things help.

We have to make sure we never find a place. We can't start a fire.

Long field battle with single-digit temperatures, pretty hard if decent. The cold takes away strength and room in the mind. But with Yukino, you don't have to start a fire to warm up your surroundings, or you can have a warm drink. The benefit is immense.

"From this, shoot at your discretion. Come on, let's go to war."

In my words, Iraksa's face began firing simultaneously.

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The arrows unleashed, naturally, pierce the soldiers walking in the lead one after the other.

The poison arrow I made, it's not lethal, but it's an instant nervous system poison that runs all over my body, and it lasts a week. The scream of an imperial soldier that doesn't seem like something in the world echoes around.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch."

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Somebody, pull it out.

We ignore that scream and get ready for the next arrow.

Safe soldiers have also been taken lightly by screaming soldiers and have not noticed this one yet.

It releases with the second and third shots, increasing the number of victims one after the other.

Empire soldiers' feet stop. And I look around for a moment, but I still don't notice us hiding in the trees.

Around the fifth shot, an Imperial soldier finally figured out where we were, and he sent his soldiers over there.

"There. They're hiding over there! Hunt him down!"

"Why is there an elf here!? Wasn't the battle after their village?"

"You cowardly bastards, I'll kill you all!

Two more shots were fired by the time they approached, and we quickly retreated to the back of the woods.

◇

"Did you pack fifty men in the first attack?"

The exact shooting of Iraqsa's face, and the fact that it was a complete unintentional strike, made only one raid, less than enough to render about fifty men incapable of combat.

Given that if the wounded exceed 30% of the total, it means de facto devastation, you can win if you raid the same way about thirty more times, but they will do something about it and it won't go so well.

But for us, it doesn't matter at all because the goal is to stop us for that measure.

"The people of the Empire are curious."

"Right. If I don't wait for you, you won't catch up."

Travel speed is terribly slow due to not being able to walk in the woods.

I capture movement in [perceptual dilation], but I can't watch it because my feet are taken by the mud.

The rule for sniping is 150m, but in the woods it changes, and if there are no more than ten enemies within 100m, destroy each.

Cyril, there are people who are trying to bypass us.

"Hit me first from that side"

I guess I'm in the mood for mountain hunting. They're going to pinch them with the people who bypassed them before they could be noticed hiding in the trees and the ones who go in a straight line. What monkey wisdom. I can see all the movement from here.

further ahead of the folks who are detouring and turning backwards.

We erased the signs and shot in a crossbow from behind about 20 meters. I guess we never dreamed we'd get shot from behind. Soldiers expose terrible dumb surfaces.

With just the density of trees, you can't snipe long distances, you're losing one advantage of a crossbow, but if you put your back on, you'll be safely accommodated.

Even in the face of Irakusa, you can't snipe through a gap of arrows like me.

The scream echoes and the enemy is coming at us, but we raided the rear with the intention of pinching him, so it takes quite a while for him to get here. During the period until new enemies came in within the effective range of [Perceptual Extension], there was no one left in the rear unit to feed the poison arrows.

[Perceptual Extension] Then you can grasp them all the way to their orientation, so forests with a lot of obstacles are an excellent hunting ground.

There's no way we in the elves can lose in the woods more than we're overwhelmingly outnumbered by mobility, defensiveness, or either of them.

"Go through the woods and turn to the other side of the street. Don't be alarmed."

"Yes!"

"No way, if you do that, the chief will kill you"

The face of Iraqsa is gaining morale by fighting well. It's a good trend.

◇

We hide in the woods on the other side of the street, well ahead of them, through the woods we're in.

And as he hides in the trees, he approaches the main unit of the Empire, once again in an excellent sniping position 200 m away.

With the destruction of the people who tried to bypass us, we seem to be looking desperately for more soldiers and a forest without us anymore.

The remaining soldiers on the street are also on alert in the direction where we were first.

It feels good if you move as far as you want.

"Let go!"

The unleashed arrows of Iraqsa's faces pierced the streets again.

You didn't think you'd be sniped from the other side, you were stunned and shivering with your eyes open.

So much replay from there. Shooting all over my mind. I was turned over to the soldiers and fled to the woods if I got close to a dangerous distance.

And in the woods, behind your back, destroy each one. I was able to inflict unsafe damage on the Imperial side that day.

◇

It gets dark around.

When that happens, the soldiers who were desperately searching for us in the woods will also pull up.... holding my wounded companions.

I wore a telescope and wanted to see how the Imperial soldier was doing about a kilometer away.

Due to waiting for the rendezvous of our fellow soldiers who went mountain hunting, the Empire guys have barely been able to march since we raided.

In this situation, they were starting to prepare for the night camp. Scared of when and where the arrows will come down from.

Still, the highly-positioned guys don't seem very sad. Officers are thinking of countermeasures for bow sniping.

When it comes to discomfort, it hasn't set much fire to it. Maybe in the dark, you think we can't shoot a bow either? Put out the fire to avoid sniping. Suitable for once.

But that's bad. We will be the only situations that are unilaterally visible in [perceptual dilation]. How wonderful.

Complete darkness dominated the area. He leaves guard soldiers behind and pulls them into tents set up by most of them.

Lead the face of Irraxa closer than day. They can't see this one anyway.

I'll send a signal with my hands.

An arrow pierced the guard.

Awesome scream. The soldiers who were drawn to the tent come out in unison.

Target increased.

The soldiers are slow to respond because they have little vision. Irraxa's face releases arrows to clear her everyday puffiness.

Screams overlap multiple times. But they still don't light it. You think if we secure our sight, we'll be in a worse situation?

Eventually, after many victims came out, they finally started lighting the fire.

Look at that. We're retreating.

"From now on, you have no time to rest."

When they march, they are frightened by the arrows coming from the left and the right, and they do not protect themselves from the night. On the contrary, it becomes more dangerous.

Twenty-four hours, frightened by the fear of arrows. The mental burden is immeasurable.

It's a souvenir.

While I retreat, I take out the normal bow I was carrying. It was taken from the Empire people at noon. Its tip is bracketed with a bottle full of oil. Plus Yukino lights a fire and releases an arrow.

The arrow burst into the carriage carrier thinking it was loaded with food and burned with momentum.

Come on, let's scrape more and more out of here.

Not yet, day one. Their hell has just begun.