Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Ask those at the top of the western kingdom. What righteousness, and what cause of war, is it that is now in this east land? Question its legitimacy. Sick response!

There are those who hold the flag of the Fire War in their hands and echo the words in the confines of the great army with just one horse. More than 32,000 of the Imperial Army to the west. More than 45,000 of the Royal Army to the east. Let the earth tread on horseshoes the earth of the kingdom's frontier roughed by military shoes, and let it not belong to either of those lands and men, but only to the distant flock and blue of heaven, and he will raise his voice. Is the flickering of the flag the flame that dwells in his heart? Daniel was on the horse and held onto his hot chest.

Marco.

He was born in a village on the north side of the kingdom and with that wonder organized a Hackinen convoy. And after three years in the midst of horse thieves, when I returned, I organized the Third Princess SS to become a horseman under the alias "Fire” in the first line. And he stood with a flag in the crisis of the demise of the kingdom he visited, and now draws the attention of all the armies together.

"As that wording invites the Royal Army to 120,000, if it is to do justice to its own civilization, it will laugh tens of thousands. The barbarism committed by those who cut off the kingdom as barbaric, the tragedy of the Peterius territorial capital tells it in detail. The wrath of three thousand Peterius territorial troops flying the flag of war with me is a witness. Know that a bunch of thieves is exactly who they are flying the Winged Dragon flag!

Count Peterius' flag, visible to Daniel's left, waved loudly, and the roar wooded. There are three thousand of the five thousand who were escorting the inhabitants not to the territorial capital. Now that Uncle Peterius is dead, there is a black mourning badge on both the Earl's flag and three thousand generals, indicating that this battle is a mourning battle.

And the Flag of Fire. They received that burning flag given, they said, with a hot tear. That is a sign of the slaughter of most of the 65,000 enemies. with the Count flag. It is waved. The flag of war given to each army was also waved to respond. Flames are shaking over the heads of all armies.

"If you claim legitimacy on the grounds of a single arrow and a single horse, which is also considered a cut of the war, this is another amazing foolishness. It is clear that the Imperial Army created a state of tension by laying a set of provocations on the front line. If an arrow flared over the cheek offered by the liquor store's Yamato and crossed the plain by flying the Ascension Dragon flag where it was two on the continent, that would be exactly equal to the Imperial decadence of its character to the inferiority of insanity!

It was an awesome slaughter of words. Now Marco is waving the sword of his tongue as the representative of the kingdom. The Flag of Fire is a flag for him. Its flag, which is allowed to be listed in the King, promises that he will be a special general in this battle. As a result of Daniel and Marquis Uliharsilla's run, what irony is it that the biggest reason it came through is the disappearance of forces to be commended even with the belligerents headed by Uncle Kalisalmi?

And the power of a single letter. A roll of it delivered to Daniel by Marco and handed to the Uliharsilla climate. Daniel doesn't know what was written there. When Yuriharshira read it, she was possessed by magic. All I could see was that. Because Marco, who originally valued himself more highly than the people, worked with his power to be the spokesperson for the place of the showdown.

The king said… that he would no longer return to consciousness. The king opened his eyes to Russia when he heard the words gently uttered by the Uliharsilla climate, expressed his will to approve, and fell asleep. It was a deeper and harder sleep to return to than ever before and no longer counted only the last breath to the end. Yuriharsila, the weatherman, said that to Daniel.

"Ask on top of each other. He who is at the top of the west kingdom. It is no longer an invasion to dissatisfy the end of the war ahead. The signing of the truce agreement was linked by the dignity of both countries and the blessing of the Church. That, moreover, was even a warmth towards the Empire. In spite of being an aggressor, the kingdom gained a spear by passionately and conventionally bordering the plains of the crash, where there was no doubt that if they were attacked the other way around, there would be enormous damage. Let me not say that, no way, those who name civilized nations didn't know, etc!

I had Dawn's fever. The firecracker flag flashed wide with no wind.

"The King's people crying out for vengeance have calmed down! An empire with a spear against the brave has been forgiven by the Church to restore its honor! Having spawned so many tragedies and yet flushing everything away, a peaceful everyday without war came to the continent...... know it was a“ Holy Flame Festival ”for that!! Shame on you for not keeping it for twenty years!!

It looked like the flame had risen. Daniel immediately understood it to be an illusion, but many seemed to feel some intimidation as well. I even learned the fever. through the armor to his skin. That was a direct hit.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was changing. It wasn't just attention anymore. Even on the other side. The two armies combined, more than seventy-seven thousand generals, are now breathing into just one Marco... Daniel was feeling it. My body was trembling. That was pure terror. The essence of what I loved was scarier than I could have imagined.

But Daniel stomps. He thought that would surely be the same for the fellow vows on this occasion. They know. Marco's so far. They know. That the heartburn Marco shows right now is not all he has. And I think again. You can say you expect.

Marco grasps even this flame of fury with what he calls the power of his immense soul. It's not swinging. I'm just waving. I'm not meeting my limits. Marco doesn't end up here.

Not yet. Not yet. This is not all he has yet. This is not the end of the dream he will show us. The far landscape he was staring at is even now on the way. We still have a way to go. The way it came with him must still have a far end. Daniel thinks. Is this faith? No. I'm sure of this.

Believe in the great destiny of the king you are wearing.

How can I remain under my command if I cannot do so?

"Shall I tell you one thing? I took the knight Donald Colletos with this hand."

The flaming flag flickered and now began to shake slowly and suspiciously. It was as if something that was supposed to be a whispering voice could somehow be heard in my ear. Daniel calmly analyzes who he is. Concentration. Everyone gathered here is listening to Marco with unusual concentration. That was producing one miracle. No, should I say magic?

"It's a man who thought about achieving continental unity before the advent of a brave man and tailored it to the form of an army. It's the man who lived for it. This is the man who planned this invasion of the Imperial Army. I killed the man. Shooting through his brain-weather approaching with a sword, he took his life. It is not a counterattack or anything like that. Because he hated not knowing things and not shaming them."

It was blasphemy. Marco's mouth was defiling the honor of the enemy he had taken over. A chill ran on Daniel's spine. The words were poisonous. Besides, I won't stop burning the hearts of those who listen. Should I call it poisonous flame?

"The brave need it. Those who deny its existence must be in the mood to reform a world that required brave men. All of the civilizations that have been built with the presence of the brave must be revamped and ready to launch a new world. Acting without that temper or readiness, let alone danger, he should have died. That's why I killed him. Same once. Whoever kills a brave man dies. Everyone is dying..."

Odd voices went up. That seems to be near the big flag of the Ascendant Dragon on that side. The nearly scattered concentration was pulled back by a small sound. A laugh. The fourteen-year-old's still young throat was ringing. It doesn't sound innocent. It was luscious. It caught my ears and eyes. It was carrying the demon as it was.

"Right. Speaking of which, the Prince of the Empire also died...... hey?

I can see it. Daniel felt like he could see it. Marco's smile. That upper string three-day moon grin.

"He who is at the top of the west kingdom, I'll tell you what. You're here for revenge, aren't you?

Cold. Extremely cold. Daniel realized his whole body could be applied to goosebumps. It's not because of the temperature. That was a symptom I could only say was impugned by demons. Or is this what you would feel if you stood on a whirling great ice field? My soul was frozen. At the same time there is heat. Should I even say ice flames?

"You've come a long way to hate the kingdom of Asuria, the country that killed your eldest son? You put hundreds of thousands of lives into this, didn't you? The dream of continental unity didn't matter to you. 'Cause you don't see the future properly. What were you going to do with the post-reunification continent? What did you think would happen to a united continent? You're not even thinking about it, are you? If you thought that the Everian Empire would only grow... hehe... you are a drooling boy. You don't have a lot of wisdom. Say something big, and you'll be beso later."

Marco laughed. It was a colloquial and bell-ringing laugh. But what a terrible sound it has. Daniel now realizes he is biting his back teeth. I even had strength in my lower abdomen. Incredible things were happening, and everyone was only allowed to fear and fight it.

Fourteen years old, without the last name of the kingdom, is laughing at the Emperor of the Everian Empire.

There was a rush of time. How long it was, Daniel wanted objective facts. Can you tell by the amount of cold sweat? Can you tell by the fatigue of the jaw muscles? As if I didn't know anything, I just found out that things had taken on the next development.

The Imperial Army set in motion.

In the center, about 15,000 lateral lines are formed around the Golden Crown Sword King's flag, and behind them, the Great Flag of the Ascendant Dragon is raised in the center of about 12,000. On the left wing of the enemy, there are about two thousand and five hundred light cavalry units flying the flag of the Winged Dragon, and on the right wing of the enemy, there are also about two thousand and five hundred light cavalry units flying the flag of the Sword Snake. With the front-line forts now in the possession of the Imperial Army on their backs, more than 32,000 Imperial Armies began to expand and move forward while first showing a good development to say common sense. The sound of the drums is ringing.

A meeting is something that is fought after each other's mouths have been spoken, but that one over there was exchanged with arrows. Several arrows dance in the sky and fall for Marco. It was not a distance to reach. Daniel thought there was no way he could hit it even if it arrived.

Because you're losing. The Emperor said the Imperial Army had already lost to one Marco. How could I hit him, such as an arrow unleashed by an army that lacked the will to sharpen. Why should I stab him? That's a thousand laughs.

"Those who fly our flag of war, stand up! Light your soul! Breathe the flames!

Marco's voice echoed. Once you run to the right wing side, then you run across everything to the left wing side. When he was closest to the right-wing side, he had certainly turned his blind eye to Daniel, who was in the midst of the 10,000 Uliharsila army there. I saw each other. There was something to convey in that moment. I nodded back hard.

"The enemy is no longer in the army! It's just a mob led by one father! We'll burn it down with the flames of the martial arts!

After travelling with the Salmanto Army 10,000, the Peterius Army 3,000, the Hellevy Army 5,000, the Ronkainen Army 5,000, and the Maryaranta Army 5,000, and making a familiar nod to the Third Princess SS 3,000, Marco arrived in a position to command the leftmost “firing” cavalry thousand and nine hundred.

"All armies, move forward!!

The roar of the generals responded like a roar. It was enough to tremble heaven, and Daniel even felt like he was going to be part of a great flame to strike his enemies. In fact, the earliest hitting Imperial Army is Daniel and the rest of the right wing, precisely the Knights of the Sword Horn, located on the far right wing.

As a whole, the Imperial Army is in a side-by-side line, with only the army that would have the Emperor behind it. In contrast, the Royal Army takes an oblique shape with the whole thing in front of the right wing and the left wing behind it. The Imperial Army will want to be positioned in parallel, but in an attempt to do so, the "Black Snake” cavalry will always be restrained by the "Fire" and won't let it go free. Daniel saw Marco's skilled troop commander there. The wounded snake can't let anything happen before the brave dragon's claw teeth.

And the sword horn knights' onslaught began. The powerful bowshots that have now become their flavor hit the enemy cavalry, and the spear of the heavily armed infantry hits the frightened spot. If then Daniel and the rest of the Uliharsila army clash, they don't know where to stay, cutting off the left wing of the enemy central army at once. The enemy will want to change and respond, but it cannot. In addition, the revenge-burning Salmant and Peterius armies will strike with comparable momentum to the elite of Uliharsila. Sooner rather than later, the enemy left wing began to collapse.

Daniel was always on the lookout for where the Four Sword Square flag was. It moved steadily forward, and suddenly increased its speed. Daniel is here to make sure you don't miss that.

"Marquis! We'll split up!!

If Daniel cried out, ten thousand Yuriharshira's army was divided into two parts, five thousand each. It was prepared in advance. Five thousand ahead accelerated to Russia to break through the left wing of the enemy central army. The enemy was very upset. But the rear five thousand, including Daniel, turn left on the spot and push the enemy central army from side to center. Salmant, the enemy is desperately deforming the formation and trying to retreat, even as it is chopped up by Peterius. No use. Even the less skilled Hellevy, Ronkainen and Maryaranta armies have been cut off.

The presence of the Emperor was their greatest weakness. If they aim there, even if they can't, they have to respond. And the Knights of the Sword Horn are now attacking exactly the army flying the Emperor's flag. Five thousand more than Uliharsila's army followed it. The enemy Central Army is no longer going to do more damage than damage.

The oblique formations were brilliantly exerting their power. Besides being more numerous in the Royal Army than originally, the Imperial Army cannot put the Emperor's army forward. Besides, this one's got a possible unit on the edge of both wings to seal off enemy manoeuvres, and it's concentrating its aggressive elite on the right wing. The enemy has to take it in a biased way, and if it turns from either side, there will be an emperor's crisis. The impossibility calls for impossibility, and it will collapse.

What happened to the left wing... when Daniel thought of it on the battlefield pushing and rolling into the push, the Imperial Army finally collapsed away. The Golden Crown Sword King's flag, which stood firmly in the center, fell, and the Imperial Army soldiers began to flee. The Royal Army follows it. Kick it off. What happened to the left wing? Daniel couldn't help but worry about it.

The meeting was definitely a victory for the Royal Army. But this breakdown is not just a breakdown. It is not a good thing to end up fighting properly. Emperor. The presence of the Emperor dramatically alters the meaning of this chase. I don't see the big flag of the Ascending Dragon anywhere now. Whether it's broken or folded, you have to know that. There's no way you can miss it.

Daniel looked over the battlefield on horseback and confirmed the far white stream flag. A little relief. But the next moment, I learned that there was a black army approaching here at a terrible rate. A light cavalry flying the flag of a swordsmith snake even kicks and runs his broken allies. Will the number be about a thousand and five hundred rides already? Still a black snake. The worn out ones were storming with tremendous momentum.

Daniel's surroundings were disturbed by Russia. Humans crossed intensely, sounds and shocks contiguous. I saw a flashing spear tip. Against that, he also rolled out his spear, but when he was played, he saw that the tip was directed toward Aotearoa. There was a strong shock. Heavy pain burned my brain so much that I didn't even have a voice, and then the heat came.

I became obsessed. Daniel just got obsessed, not even knowing what he was doing. Only when my vision was darkened. And it was cold. So I shrunk and asked for warmth.

There was a flame in the back of my chest. It may be a dream or a present, but it is magnificent and far from it.

Daniel held onto it. Because it only seemed like my life to do so.

And before I realized it, how long did I fall into my dreams? It seemed to fall into flames.