Fly the Flag of Fire!

The wind sounds, the soil sounds. The heavens are clear and high, and the earth is trampled and kicked.

Kuster stood up on a twig and a twig with his spears in his hands. It's impossible to slow down a horse, even if it's like a bend. It is a gentle hilly area of the plains that stretches out in front of you. All ups and downs can be unconsciously seen with tactical advantages and disadvantages. I rang my neck and then looked backwards with Gui.

Five hundred horsemen are rushing through the white flag for a long time. Everyone and he, with the faces we have seen, are among those who have been painful together for this day and time. Kuster laughs in the wind pressure. A corresponding grin appeared there. Sa 'Alan. We are now allowed to run as samurai under the true Lord. And enemies to defeat... sora.

On the other side of the five hundred laughs, the flag of the Winged Dragon flies. Imperial army light cavalry battalion, thousand horsemen. I can tell by the fact that the rider is ahead of me and hurry. As the spear bearer can still tell, Kuster is much more wondering what the man who is pulling out his sword in this time is going to slash. It's like horse racing in a mess.

(This one doesn't look good when it comes to the line...)

Kuster and the other five hundred horsemen are running as a chunk of every few dozen horsemen. Each of them also weaves snakes and so on, and as a whole, they look like nothing else... because they make them run to look like that.

(This is what the distance would be. Not a good way to disturb it. But is it a bad horse? I'm in trouble if you don't run a little more)

Kuster is bothering to stand up because it made it harder to adjust the speed without checking with his eyes. It is also difficult inside to keep a distance that is likely to catch up and cannot be caught up. Kuster has many occasions when his sweet enemies are concerned with his opponents. I also need to act deliciously as a carrot on the tip of my nose.

But the consideration of that labor came close as a visible form.

I see a hill like a big wall on the path. Slope is gentle, but long and high. There are small ups and downs on both sides leading there, so if you looked down from the sky, it would look like Kuster and the others would jump into the wilderness trail. It has gone on to examine the terrain extensively, but is among them a place that I certified as exquisite in the Cavalry vs. Cavalry battle.

"... All right, let's go!

To proclaim, Kuster sat down and applauded the horse. Wind pressure intensifies all at once. It is enough horse to work out the chosen good horse and select more from it. Fast if you have to worry about it. It is good with points of reference, but it is not the same as a horse. Kuster is proud of it. Our past is now acting as the Lord's elite power!

Without changing the plains and velocities, the five hundred horsemen ran up the slope. As he ascends, he swirls to the right, drawing parabolas of a horde of horseback riding on the hill. As something thrown into the sky returns and falls...... now five hundred horsemen rush down sharply in formation like the tip of a spear. The lead is Kuster. Reverse drop.

"Stand up!"

In front of Kuster, there was already a spread of allies smashing their enemies. Appearing above the ups and downs on both sides, one blow to the flank was five hundred rides each of the elite light cavalry. While winding through the rare appearance of the white flag, he breaks through the enemy thousand rides, trying to switch positions with each other, and rushes up to the ups and downs. All that is left are confused enemies.

It was no longer a crucible of confusion for both humans and horses to walk back and forth. Into the woods with iron and meat named horseback riding.

"Go Ya!!

Pierced.

The one that was heavily divided into three parts due to breakthroughs from left to right is torn vertically into one letter. Its breakthroughs, powered by speed, are no less superior than heavy cavalry horseback assaults. Fast, hard and sharp pierces through the obscure, pushing and spreading, kicking. An elephant is divided in front of the cutting-edge named Kuster, but the horse spear with the vermilion decoration wielded on both of its arms is coated with hot red as soon as it is dry.

"Get the horse! People argue!

Laying a horizontal line at its entrance and exit, now a trail for the Imperial Army, Kuster waves more spears. The siege net of five hundred Kusters in the west, five hundred in the hills in the east, and five hundred in the north and south, respectively, is not going to be missed by man or horse. Although only a few horses fled east, Imperial soldiers have offered to surrender without waiting to halve.

"If you don't want to die, get naked and lay low on the ground. Hands behind your head. If one escapes, you kill ten people around it. Name your officers. If you're lying, you'll kill them all. Speeches other than officers shall be prohibited. This also kills the surroundings"

Kuster hastened to disarm the Imperial Army while actually killing dozens of people. Tie it up, gather clothes and armor. Horse thief operations have gotten everyone used to it.

"Wow, I'm Deputy Captain of the Imperial Army 208th Light Cavalry Battalion."

"What happened to the captain?

"... they took me down!

"Say his name. Find the body. And gear. Hurry up."

"Nah... Ki, you! Thank you for your time in battle."

"Shut up. The next extra thing I know, open your mouth and I'll kill ten people but you. Hurry up."

……

The early horse of the decree ran, and before it returned, a whole lot of work was done. The rope tied in the back of his hand was crossed by the skin-toned humans and connected to a number of pearls. After the horse encloses itself in a gentle trail, the horse still multiplies with a rope. He also changed it to belong to the Imperial Army Light Cavalry, which was captured by five hundred horsemen, including Kuster. The flag flying is the seal of the Wing Dragon. Russia or the Imperial Army can do it.

"All right, the wounded take his place with the guy who came to pick them up. The same applies to vacancies. There's only a hundred spares. So, you guys, it's like getting hurt but dying!

He is a Kuster who spends a lot of time taking breaks while receiving reports from platoons and squadrons. The order and transport personnel arrived without waiting. Immediately give the order and let it head east. After confirming that the captives had vanished into the shadows of Yotayota and the hills, Kuster proceeded to his horse before his Lord.

"They were lukewarm."

"The main force of the empire is expanding to the south, so, well, here it is."

Following the ninety-nine rides of red cloth, he with dark hair blue eyes is showing a quiet standing on the horse. Marco, the Lord who constantly gives Kuster the paralysis of a hunch. He has the same face as usual, and at first glance there is no blood on the eartip of the spear he lightly holds. But that's what Kuster knew about him. The unique spear method of wearing dots and cone rubbing draws a spiral red on the pattern without leaving blood on the blade. Kuster couldn't contain his grin.

"Next time I'll let you get away with it. You know what I mean?

"It's a theory of no. At best, I'll recommend the escape with imperial admiration, yes."

"Hmm? Was there such a stunt?

"Hey, Beltran bastard taught me. In the stream of liquor serving inside, yes."

"... Oh, is that that brawl noise? Speaking of which, you were provoked."

"Mine puts sincerity on words. So, oh, I don't sound angry. That son of a bitch."

While secretly vowing to his heart to settle in front of the Lord, Kuster drove his horse to do his duty. Five hundred rides follow. The Imperial Army Light Cavalry made the trip in disguise, so I was conscious of the unusual speed and line-up, no matter what. The will also pushes me to the bottom of my belly to dare bring to mind thoughts that are not nervous behind my brain. Because I felt like they were easy people.

Currently, Kuster and others have just halfway finished World War III in the crash plains.

Hitting against the Imperial Army Regiment of 3,000, consisting of a thousand light cavalry horsemen and two thousand infantry pawns, this time Kuster and other light cavalry horsemen plan to destroy this with only a thousand and five hundred horsemen. First, five hundred horsemen, including Kuster, played unmatched to lure enemy light cavalry, and separated from the infantry, succeeded in a rapid assault by an ambush thousand horsemen. Next is the operation of 500 horsemen entering enemy infantry disguised as allies, and a thousand remaining horsemen coming where they have confused them. However, the achievement of not killing too many enemies and letting them escape and scatter is required.

No matter, it's not just to win. As part of Marco's strategy, it is an act that shares the purpose with the fact that the SS has not returned to the Fortress of the Front more than once after marching out. It is the Fourth World War that is destined after defeating this enemy.

(Yes, this is it. You're that guy because you fight like this)

Kuster was aware that his cheeks would nibble in his cramped imperial army-spec helmet. He is a Kuster who is more than proud of his tactics on horseback. Who makes me fight such a better self and amazingly effective myself...... that is the Lord of Kuster and Marco where I currently serve him.

Marco was assured before his departure. Said the SS's name was going to blow to the continent in this outing. Sacrifice, but when it comes to being engraved in history by making war that no one else can. That was a declaration too bold and invincible, then full of certainty. Kuster recalls that it was finally at that moment that the SS became one by three thousand people. It was also a nostalgic sight. Army control by letting that word believe in victory...... there was that man Kuster admired and paralyzed. It wasn't a dream.

One rumor had been widely circulated to the front line prior to the launch. Says, because three thousand people who beat up the Imperial Army Regiment brilliantly first, that Knights of the Sword Horn returns to this front line again. Looks like the Marquis of Uliharsilla is going to give the Imperial Army a strong blow this time. I can't insult you when you're old. The Patron Admiral is alive and well.

It is in the southern part of the plain that the spearhead was apparently rumored to be on its way. This was a story that everyone would take for granted, given that the supply line to Uliharsila territory was on the south side and that the area where the Knights were sentinel in the earlier battles was still on the south side. That's how I spread the rumor. Marco and the others.

Yes, that's just a made-up lie. But it was a story that I would expect everyone to be, and the fact that the Knights of the Sword Horn were stationed on the front line was announced, so I went by as truth no longer.

Moreover, the rumor was also passed on to the imperial side. I bought up a couple of prisoners to work on so they could pass it on. There must have been an intelligence network over there. The imperial side showed an immediate response. Anyway, it's about the Marquis of Uliharsilla and the Knights of the Sword Horn. He concentrated his sentry force in the south, and became more alert when he shot and killed a seemingly snotty knighthood. That might be the right response. Just a little too early, not wrong.

But too soon, Kuster and the others are now trespassing deep into the northern part of the plains!

Cold treatment of SS also plays a role in this. Friends aren't out there. Sentinel duty in a solo unit is insane on the kingdom's front lines. But it is exchanged. The SS will go out to prove its “courage," so it is unacceptable for many to stand in the way of this... an unarmed outpost on the grounds of such poisonous and decorated words.

That's why rumors act more as truth.

Now the northern part of the plain of disaster is always so neglected by the army that it is unlikely. Because most of the enemies and allies are skewed to the south and are not here. Now that Kuster and others are disguising themselves as imperial armies, there are only a thousand horsemen, including Marco, flying the white flag.

Yes, Accelli and other key SS soldiers don't even exist in the north.

Even 3,000 SS men were marching with white flags when they left the fort. And it was the first battle I encountered with the Imperial Army sentry. A thousand and five hundred of the Accelli, Yalucco and Oiva squads formed a solid team, firmly opposed to the enemy in their first battle as SS.

It is also the first flag I have seen as an Imperial Army. Besides, as an army, it was probably also the first move in a way. The colours of fright and vigilance were faint on the Imperial Army, but the opposition prolonged without opening the end of the battle. Because it's not the unit that's supposed to be the main force. The powerful men of the Imperial Army were then in the southern part of the plain, and in a corresponding manner the Royal Army had also divided its forces to the south. Even though temporarily, the Imperial Army formation in the north was thinly neglected, and weak. Neither of them can laugh because the Royal Army against them has a first-line SS. It wasn't an atmosphere that I was forced to bump into.

And Kuster and other light cavalry attacked violently, to kick the enemy troops.

The Imperial Army was unable to cope with the sudden upheaval. He tried to circle in from the right wing and broke down, tearing the formation to bits while the enemy couldn't detach consciousness from the front accessories and others. In particular, a hundred horsemen led by Marco stormed around the center, and Kuster and others worked with it to expand the damage to a great deal. In the end, the accessories and the other thousand and five hundred were just watching, which combined with the annihilation of only a thousand and five hundred light cavalry horsemen.

After contacting the heavy unit, the SS proceeded further west as it was.

WWII was won by the opposite means to WWI. Now a thousand and five hundred light cavalry horsemen upset the enemy troops as a sword, and disturbed their footsteps. And while manoeuvring to attract consciousness, a thousand and five hundred others bumped into each other. Cavalry assaults by five hundred heavy cavalry horsemen led by Accelli were dared in alleys stabbed and pierced by arrows and spears. Since it was Kuster and the others who made the gap turn back, it was still a battle in which the difference in roles from WWI became apparent.

There is also damage to the infantry unit, and the SS will be transferred here. Heading south. You can't just retreat and risk pulling your enemies, and you can't buy time for the heavy forces to retreat. That's why he went slightly south and laid the formation with a wooden fence and so on while simplifying. It is good to fight there, to attract enemies appropriately, and then to pull solemnly. I will not forget to fly orders to allied forces deploying in the south. We have already won two battles to prove our courage. If you seem to abandon it on this, it is better than dealing with it as quickly as possible.

But there are no Kusters in that formation. And when he had finished supplying, he ran again to the north, and turned his horse's head further west. It is also the third battle to find enemy troops with low morale. He played a detached five hundred horsemen and caught them off guard with easy prey. That's how Marco and the rest of the horsemen were defeated after they caught a thousand horsemen on horseback.

Fight this far, we're still in the middle of an operation.

An imperial army flag was seen in front of Kuster. It is a state of alarm that there is no way the Royal Army will come. Kuster is stunned that he should be forming a little more vigilantly now because he has been left behind by cavalry forces, although he is forming a single queue. I thought I'd keep attacking you.

Of course, I wouldn't do that. He is speaking. I am nothing but a pawn for that man to fight. A pawn who runs well and kills well. If that were to move on its own, that man would abandon it cold. War makes sense everywhere for that guy. I loathe from the bottom of my heart to involve soldiers in such a battle, a battle that will test my luck with the briefness of obsessing the enemy in front of me.

(... Well, I guess that's why one day it went broke. At least the other way around would have been nice, that guy and the brave guy)

It hurts my chest a little when I think about it, but Kuster opens his mouth wide. Standing up on the ledge, acting with one hand holding the reins, the other hand spreading to the side of his mouth. And scream.

"Ooh! Lost enemies have escaped! I got half of them as prisoners!

Kuster laughed as nature's emotions. A lie that seems to be true shouldn't be all lies. Even if the truth isn't mixed up, that's the only thing that isn't true. It's okay, it's true in the second half. You guys should laugh too... with that in your heart.

"A lot of horses make it difficult to get around. Let's meet up over there."

It was all a lie, so Kuster understood that his words had created suspicion. I can see that from the look I look up at this one. Yes... that's already the time.

"Meet me in the afterlife or something. That makes half true."

The spear swung and blood splashed. That goes on and on here and there. Stunning, anger, screaming, grief… Five hundred rides of ravages began as they sounded. This one is silent for everyone. Kuster and the others are not free enough to raise their voices to kill. Words are weapons in themselves. Create measures. Thus, even now.

"Run, run! This place is already dead! It's where death reigns!

Kuster thought while killing between shouts. What should I settle with that man named Beltran? You can't risk your life on your own to make the Lord alike. They are pawns of the Lord to each other. Even if the pawns crush each other, they are dumped together. If so, what shall I remind you of… let the Lord decide first.

If you look, Marco comes running with ninety nine pieces of red cloth as part of himself. Now it's World War III settlement, Kuster said, deepening that fierce grin. He waves a spear and kills moderately as he sings an imperial accent.

And then the fourth battle begins… the totality of this outing.

As a result, the Kingdom of Asuria and the Eberian Empire would know the name of one boy as a martial name.