Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

* This time it's an imperial commander Lurubish perspective

Where did I go wrong?

Ask yourself a question that you don't know how many times it will be.

"It's been four days since I've sent a request for rescue to my home country. The supply team still won't arrive?

"Yes, it seems not yet"

"Is the Herald back?

"... Neither have you"

I asked without anticipation, but I still have something to come mentally.

I originally expected five days to the supply base, and the food was brought for eight days at my leisure, but it's already been a week since I left the empire.

Yet the journey to the supply base has finally passed by half.

As it is, it is devastated by starvation before reaching the supply base.

To avoid doing so, a decree was issued the day after the first Elf raid. If there were no problems, the decree would have reached the empire in one day, and the food loaded carriage should have caught up in two days. I order the conductors to return as soon as they tell the Empire of their plight.

And yet, not coming back meant there was some trouble.

Both cowardly elves. This is all because of their despicable raids, too.

"An undisclosed barbarian! Without the courtesy of war."

"Not at all. Baron Lurubisch."

War is a beautiful thing. Specify a place to fight the date and time beforehand to give each other all their strength. Then, line up each other's soldiers exactly, the delegates name up, wait for the signal to start.

If the sun falls, the battle will be over, in honor of each other's good fight, before the exchange of prisoners, compensation and the exchange of rights held in accordance with the rules laid down. We need rules because it's a battlefield. Otherwise it will be a slaughter.

"Yet it is where you hide and strike all the accidents"

I sigh when I see the infantry of my squad walking in the lead.

He shakes his head to the left and right, frightened to see no enemies anywhere with a blind eye, and tries to hide himself in a heavy big shield. I don't even feel pieces of hegemony.

Originally this shield was prepared for their bow measures. Those bows are horrible bows that penetrate metal armor. This shield will penetrate as well, but the arrow stops in the middle. We were aiming to destroy them in an instant if we stormed them with this.

I was bringing it this time without being able to transport it ahead of time to create it.

I thought I was lucky at first. When we can counter their bows... But the perception was sweet.

"It's late, what is it, my team is a turtle?

Their raids are repeated frequently at night, they fail to sleep properly, and they shrink nerves with constant vigilance and walk with heavy shields during the march. I'm not even half as fast as I normally am.

And...

"They did! They're here!

"Get down, get down!

"Ghaaaaaa, that hurts. Yeah. It hurts. Yeah."

There were several elf raids no longer known.

I still don't see him. From an incredible distance, they hide themselves in a shield and they shoot.

At first, the soldiers were also running towards the arrows to retaliate against them, even soon, but now they are just laying low on the ground and getting round.

The soldiers have given up. I can run away again, even if I chase him anyway. On the contrary, if you go deep, you'll be shot in the woods. If not commanded, this is how the elves tremble and squat before they disappear.

There goes the arrow. A few of them were prevented by the Great Shield, but not everyone has a shield. The only soldiers with shields are those outside the line who are likely to receive arrows.

Arrows pierce the shoulders and thighs of those who do not have shields so that they never cause fatal injuries, screaming with the poison painted on those arrows.

... that poison keeps inflicting pain forever. Everyone in this squad sees its sacrificed companions, and I don't want to be. It's as vicious a poison as I think it is.

I thought it was a coincidence at first that no fatal injury was inflicted. But think calmly.

"Do you get it better than kill it?"

I want you to kill me first. The wounded are burdensome. The burden of treatment, the burden of transport and the burden of military food. Screams that don't tolerate it come down to morale.

Many times, we tried to kill the wounded soldiers ourselves.

But the situation doesn't forgive me.

Faction. There is such a thing in this squad. Regular soldiers who have sworn allegiance to the Empire will kill without hesitation, reducing the burden. But for some reason, the wounded soldiers, other than regular soldiers, if you lay your hands on them, their factions will come together and turn to the enemy.

Even though, because there are no sacrifices made to regular soldiers by the unusual, there is a widespread reputation for shielding ourselves and only helping the regular soldiers. If you kill him, even a brittle trust breaks down.

"Follow them! They're over there!

After a while, he finally gave instructions for the platoon captains to head in the direction of the elves.

It would be useless anyway. Such emotions come from my voice.

It's like your feet are different, and they never escape without being forced to. For some reason, they even notice an ambush.

Instead of catching them, there's not even a soldier in sight yet.

But unless this one goes after them, they'll always keep shooting arrows. At some point, an order to catch and kill has turned into an order to get rid of it. I want to cry.

Report the damage.

I urged my deputy to report after the soldiers who chased the elves were out of sight.

"Yes, there are zero dead in this raid. Twenty-five wounded."

"How many wounded will this make?"

"Two hundred and fifty two. About 5% of the total."

"Right. You haven't even reached your destination yet."

"Still, the damage has decreased dramatically since we started using the shield."

That's where I notice discomfort.

"Why are the people with the shields consolidating the outer perimeter and the victims leaving?"

"That's because they're clever enough to snipe the soldiers behind the shield."

"Why is it less damaging when you can do that?

"Isn't there a guy among them with a good bow and a bad guy?

No, it's not. I'm sure they want you to think the shield is useful. That's why I deliberately hit an arrow on the shield.

Well, now I'm sure. There were too many victims to turn their heads on, but their aim was to attack the soldiers. You want me to starve to death by delaying my legs and reaching the supply base.

You would definitely want a shield that is heavy and blunts infantry movements to walk in charge.

How bad is my personality?

"Take your shields from all soldiers."

"You can't do that! Even though it's still a shield takeover!

"... right"

If it was meant to be, it wouldn't do any good. But if you had a shield among the soldiers, you wouldn't be shot by a bow. That kind of shield faithful thing is made.

In fact, soldiers with shields are not targeted. Strong enough, they're deliberately letting the shield hit them. A soldier assumes that his shield saved his life when he sees it, and he's bragging around.

If you take such a shield that will save your own life now, you will be madly resisted to death.

They're the ones with clever shoulders and thighs in the first place. If you care about that, you might be able to avoid the shield and hit the arrow enough.

"Deputy, what do you think we should do? The distance is just too far away to be unilaterally attacked, and if you chase it, you'll get away with it and you'll never catch up.

If you let the advance party in the woods ambush you, the ambushed soldiers will be lightly spotted and attacked from the blind spot.

Trying to strike them in their sleep, they'll find traces of life, but they're constantly moving and nothing like a stronghold. I crushed them for a day on a massive mountain hunt, but I couldn't catch their shadow either "

Range, mobility and defensive capability. There's no way you can get caught more than those three are overwhelmingly inferior. Completely packed.

"I don't know."

"I guess. But there's only one right answer. Think about it a little more."

The serious deputy thought for a while, and then again, I don't know.

"You say the right answer. Fight in a situation where they can't escape. I think we're gonna invade their village, for example. That way, you can't run around."

"Then let's march to their village."

"That's a long way."

I covered my eyes with my hands.

... endless distances to their villages, we haven't even reached the supply base at the turning point yet.

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A soldier who got rid of them came back with the wounded.

I don't even feel angry anymore because it's every time. The forest is their field. This is what happens when you get in there.

"Baron Lulubisch! Two carriages! from the rear."

"Supply is here!

Unexpectedly louder. We have three days to save food to the limit.

If the replenishment didn't come by tomorrow, sometimes there was little food left for the horse, and I even thought about killing my dear partner, the horse, to make it meat.

Not to mention a military horse. Growing a horse takes a lot of years and money. It's better than starving to death.

"No, you don't. I thought it probably belonged to a merchant."

I take a saliva when I hear that word.

A moment of hesitation, and….

"Negotiate. Buy everything you can eat, and if you refuse, attack and take your load."

That's what I said.

This is an empire. And it's our job to keep the peace. But if you don't, you'll be wiped out.

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In the end, it wasn't a negotiation. They abandoned the carriage and fled, thinking they would be attacked on their own when they turned the bloody running soldiers.

Thank goodness I got the load.

What was loaded inside was a small amount of food and tons of hay and water. With all this, I can feed the horses for three days.

"Heaven. Thank God."

I'm honestly glad I didn't have to kill the horse.

I waited until tomorrow for rescue, and if not, I would feed a few as planned, but I could afford to choose only the horse to waste. I rarely prayed. I thanked God for the merchant's passage.

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Set up a night camp.

Bright by the time it was unusual to say it was night.

They attack me when it's dark. Thanks to this, fuel consumption is intense. There are also limits to local procurement of fuel. Neither oil nor burning, dry wood are readily available.

No food, no water, no fuel. Nothing.

This is the first painful battle I've ever had.

All the soldiers, their faces are dead.

Many soldiers have not slept properly because of the screams of their companions and the fear of bows. I also saved some food.

Keeping the fire on fire at night and keeping watch is also a considerable burden.

They don't attack as long as they're setting fire to it. Conversely, if you stop the fire, it will attack you as soon as possible. It's like a demon. I suffer from understanding how I can be so atrocious.

Still, we are senior officers and nobles. I can sleep in the carriage. Unlike the tents of the cloth of the general soldiers, they do not die with arrows while sleeping.

Sleep tight. I can't make it through tomorrow if I don't sleep.

◇

Dawn. Slightly more noisy outside, so I jump up.

"What the fuck!

When I went outside, the horse was rambling screaming.

That and many more, the soldiers are kicked and trampled.

You can run into a tent, kick a carriage or whatever you want.

One or two would be nice, but if almost all the horses are rampaged like crazy, they'll be completely untouchable.

"What the fuck! What the hell is this!

And two hours later, a night camp and numerous wounded soldiers whose horses were rammed and melted. A tremendous number of breathless horses were spreading to the present day.

"Tell me! How did this happen"

Grab the chest barn of the soldier who was entrusted with the care of the horse and inquire.

The soldiers were shaking with their faces bright blue.

"I don't know. Massaged properly as usual, fed plenty, took good care of me."

"Then what is this situation! Any trivial matter. You weren't uncomfortable!?

"... if I insist, I've been feeding a lot more than usual"

"... that's it"

That carriage was the trap of the despicable elves.

Poison had been planted in the horse bait of the load. What am I doing? Whatever you think of a carriage that happens to be loaded with horse bait in a place like this, you can't possibly go through it!

I'm losing my mind.

"Um, Baron Lulubisch. Dead horses, what do you want to do? Do you want meat?

"You won't! A poisoned horse!?

The last emergency food was taken.

I'm sure they were after this timing. The current location is far from any village, even the closest one, 20 km ahead of the supply base.

I can't even go back. I have trouble without horse transport. Means of poisoning because I was also reading about feeding horses. Speaking of which, I guess I thought it would even put me in a trap where only monkeys like this would jump right now.

"Please don't."

A bitter voice from the bottom of my heart.

There were more headache seeds there.

"Baron Lulubisch! What does this mean? How my beloved horse is dead."

"How much do you think this horse is going to cost!

"Who's pulling our carriage away from here!

The great aristocrats begin to turn.

They were on an elegant journey bringing their own carriage and food. And they're all better than me. I would have to apologize peacefully. But...

"Shut up! We'll walk ourselves from here on out! Ask them to take care of their luggage. I forfeit all your personal belongings."

With that said, the great nobles yell and scatter their faces bright red or bright blue.

If I go back to my country, I could die. But if you don't move here, you'll die without leaving.

"You know where you stand!

"I can't believe your neck if I tell my dad."

"Shut up, pigs! I'm the captain. If you call me any more, I'll kill you!

The nobles were too loud to beat him up.

The accumulated depression is only a little sunny and refreshing.

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Then it was three days.

Their attacks are constant. Food was running out altogether. Even if you save money and do it, the limit has come.

All the wounded soldiers killed themselves. The rebellious soldiers also killed. There are quite a few of them who have escaped with food. Some of them escaped well, while others were found and killed.

The number decreased and the food situation increased, but the soldiers were already worn out. Streak days, sleepless nights, nightmares of allied killing. The burden of flesh is also great because I carry all the luggage the carriage carried for me.

I've left many soldiers with broken hearts and bodies.

Fuel bottoms out, and after dark at night, the more elves will rave all they want. Still never try to kill a soldier.

Mr. Great's nobility gave me roots first and broke them. Good. Now I can tell the elves killed me. Saved me the trouble of killing myself.

The elves hadn't killed one, but if they noticed, the squad was down about 2,000.

"Is the rescue a commander yet?"

"How many times? Neither yet."

I've skipped the preaching several times, but instead of rescue coming, the preaching soldiers won't even come back.

While the horses are wiped out in the first place, the condition of the soldiers sucks, too. I'm even suspicious that we can reach the Empire.

What we're aiming for now is a village about 20 km from the supply base. Secure food there.

There is no stockpiling in a small village with only about a hundred people, a village full of them just to live. Though two thousand fewer, there are three thousand. You won't get enough food.

But still, if you can't replenish there, you're dead. We haven't eaten anything in a day.

"Also, my buddy got shot"

A soldier who gets shot by an arrow and screams. The soldiers behind him march on the soldiers with a vain face. We couldn't afford to help anyone anymore.

I don't even have the energy to go after the elves. I just let him shoot until the elves felt better.

◇

I finally got to the village.

I haven't eaten anything in two days, and the water ran out yesterday. I'm worn out already.

"This is an imperial soldier, isn't it? What's it like today?

Me and my deputy went into the village first, and the village chief and a thoughtful old man greeted me with tremors. The rest of the soldiers surround the village with starving beast eyes.

"We are on an expedition for the Empire. You are obliged to provide food."

I can't afford to fix words anymore. Communicate desire directly.

"We'd love to give you some food, too, but we don't have stockpiles in the snowy season for how many minutes. There have also been starving deaths this winter. Forgive me."

I beg you many times to desperately bow your head and forgive me.

What an overlooked man. I can't believe we're fighting for our lives, for the Empire, and strong enough not to cooperate for this village.

If you're on a decent nerve, you should bring all the food in this village with a smile on your face.

"I mean, we need to cooperate in the sacred battle of the Empire?

"I want to cooperate. But! I can't give you anything you don't!

"I see, if you don't have food, you can't help it. If not."

The village chief leaks a breath of relief.

I smile, then walk with my big crotch and reach the village barn. And wield your sword and destroy the door. Go inside and bring a sack of hemp.

"You liar! There's food!

"That is the seed that will be sprinkled on the field this year! You can't eat it. The seeds are the future of the village! Even if the starving die came out, I kept it in tears. It's important!

Summoning village chief, I stand in front of him and beat him up.

"You lying traitor! Liar! Liar! Liar!"

"Oh, forgive me, Yuru"

Hit the village chief over and over again.

I stopped moving, but I don't care and keep hitting him.

Then the soldiers who were surrounding the outside of the village would raise their voices.

"" "" Liar! Liar! Liar!

Liar Cole wraps the whole village up.

"Soldiers! This village is a rebel village that deceived and insulted the Empire! I will requisition all my assets for the Empire! This is jihad!

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

At the same time the soldiers enter the village. And they flock to barns, they flock to private houses, they fish for food, they kill men, they offend women.

I've been losing ever since. The grievances I've been smoking explode when I find the weak. Whatever it is, I wanted a place to spit out my desires.

This tiny village of about a hundred people will probably only have two days' worth of food.

The day nourishes English here. If I have another day's worth of food, I'll reach the supply base. That way, we'll have plenty of supplies and we'll come back.

Yes, we can beat the vile elves!

"Yes, we can win. We can win. We'll beat the elves. As long as we can get to the supply base, as long as we can get there."

All this time, our hopes that have supported us. Yeah, a little more, I'll be there in a little while.

That way, I'm not afraid of the elves anymore.

◇

That day was great. I slept in a room with a solid roof, although I slept in a miscellaneous fish. The woman was all around because she had a small number.

I don't care if you're getting old, you'll be a child, but a woman could have done anything.

Some things were like a fireplace, and it provided us with a long time's sleep when the fuel ran out and we had to sleep trembling all the time.

It's good to have booze. We didn't have a share of all of them, so we handed them out in class order. Of course I had plenty of booze.

There was little food in the tiny village, but I have managed to spend a day and secure a minute to the supply base.

The elves have been quiet and clear for the first time in a long time.

"Nice wake up."

For some reason, I had a bad feeling there.

Yes, I remember the day that horse was wiped out.

I'm going outside, just like that day.

All the soldiers were holding their bellies, squatting and drooling with diarrhea.

"No way!? Poison again?

Impossible. Because we only eat from this village. The residents were flat, weren't they?

Besides, I'm safe. What's different from the soldiers?

"Hey, you okay!

Ask one of the grumbling soldiers.

"Ouch, my belly, it hurts."

My stomach hurts as I drool my sweat, it hurts, I say in a mosquito squeaking voice.

Soldiers gathered around. All that stands safely are those of higher rank. What I ate yesterday, the difference between people with higher ranks and those with lower ranks...

"Water!

I hurry up to the well. And take a peek inside.

Something is sinking at the bottom. I struggled to pull it up and it was a corpse. Perhaps someone threw the village in after they got it in jihad.

"Pull that one up. Help the guy who's safe!

Pull up the bodies with the hands of the soldiers.

Then...

"Yeah, yeah."

I threw up unexpectedly.

It was the body of an Imperial soldier. The corpse starts to rot. The skin is sore, bumps and foam.

This won't happen in a day or two. No, this won't happen if you let it rot normally.

It's a mass of malice that someone recovered the body, planted and cultured the morbidity, put to sleep for a few days and made.

If something like this sinks into the well, it keeps increasing the number of germs that nourish the corpse.

My spine gets cold. I can't prepare something like this with an idea. Then you'd have been reading about us attacking the village and revealing it here overnight. Impossible. It's like a real demon, isn't it?

Its cruelty, its lack of forgiveness and its calculated height are all off track.

"Safe people! How many of them are safe!

Confirm desperately.

Only about half of the water in this well is a dying weight. On the contrary, I have to thank you for what you've done in half. If left alone, it will lead to death.

But what do we do? Are you in charge? I can't. I can't get there in a day if I do that. First, the disease can also affect people.

I don't even like to see it killed. These are the gutsy people who left me in this situation. A real warrior. I can't throw it away.

"... leave the food for the day. When I get to the supply base, I'll tell them to give me the medics, so bear with me."

I folded with it.

We have to get to the supply base as soon as possible.

◇

Walk desperately with the remaining thousand and five hundred.

Health recovered. I also have food for a day.

If you noticed, the number of soldiers was less than a third. But a true Imperial soldier who has endured this far can win. If only we could get to the supply base.

The supply base is our hope. Just a little more, just a little more.

I can help the people I've been with.

Neither have the elves seen one today.

Maybe he gave up.

You gave in to our tough will!

We beat those demons!

"Hey, guys, you see that! It's a supply base. There's rice and a bunk!

When the sun began to set, we finally came to a position where we could see the supply base. It was really long. But I finally got there.

"Whoa, whoa."

"I did it, I did it"

"Elves, look!

The soldiers hug each other and weep.

It's been really hard so far.

"Guys, we're competing to the supply base!

No more formation, no more class. Run to base with a smile on your face.

We're the best!

And a hundred meters to go, the moment we got that close, the giant firepillar went up.

A giant firepillar that scorches to heaven.

As the soldiers leaned their heads, I realized what it meant as soon as possible. The fire pillar was raised in a warehouse where food is stored.

"Ahhh."

Falling down, kneeling, pounding open his mouth and weeping.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Burning Our hopes are burning. And finally, the flames went out. Burn everything down.

I don't know how many times it's going to be again. Repeat the question.

Where did I go wrong?