Fly the Flag of Fire!

Run without giving in with the spear pinched aside. There is no threat. I'm just holding onto the reins. Horses can only be manipulated by knees. I can move freely without being one of the hand signals about the 2,000 rides I lead.

It's easy... Gilly exhaled small on the horse.

I heard a string chirp that I could play. If you see it, a flock of arrows will fly in the sky. It's a simultaneous archery that accurately predicts the path of 2,000 rides. Density also has a practice. There will be considerable damage in the concurrent cavalry.

"I'm used to mobile combat...... no, are you specialized?

I can avoid everything while making a monologue. I didn't do anything. Two thousand horsemen skilfully rerouted to escape the arrow rain. It is an undisturbed manoeuvre. Orbital swelling is also minimal. We have implemented and succeeded in avoiding any further.

But I can't go around or flush the gap. The target is arranging spears on either the front, rear, left, or right sides of the formation. It's a rocky mountain formation of soldiers. He builds walls with spear infantry and obstinately shoots arrows from inside them.

"The Knights of the Sword Horn..."

The way the courageous army of the Kingdom of Asuria fought was unique. Generally speaking, Knights assemble tactics using cavalry assault by heavy horseback riding as a nucleus. Because the knight is recognized as a warrior. But the Knights, where we're at right now, have no sign of going for it. It is clear range-warfare oriented.

There was a strange emotion.

Gilly learns that the Knights of the Sword Horn tactics are bizarre and unusual. That's what I understand with my head. But somehow I'm deeply convinced. Or so, if that's the case, cheeks become loose and breasts become hot.

"... I don't know, this is... It disturbs my heart."

Solo speech had become a habit in leading soldiers who did not respond. One way or another, he's tasked with 2,000 rides, but he doesn't have one of his deputies. As an army, it's an unusual group. Because we don't even have the necessary corporal placement for the formation of the army.

Usually, 2,000 troops are two battalions, which contain eight squadrons and can also be described as a collection of forty platoons. Each has a captain. Since platoons may be further subdivided into squads and squads, corresponding lengths may still arise. A military must be a fine and rigorous organization in that way, because a group from a thousand people moves in one order, but is also required to be prepared and ad hoc in time of war.

But the Knights of the Holy Grail are different. It's the same on the outside, but the contents are completely heterogeneous tissues.

There is no sequence among all 30,000 horsemen of the Holy Knights. It doesn't matter if you're born, raised, or gender. Once you have become a Holy Knight, your past history will be erased. Everyone becomes an equal rider of the divine power of the Church. There is no such concept as personal merit or birth there.

The Holy Knight gives everyone the same look, lives equally pale and fights equally neatly. Extreme stories don't even require a distinction between individuals. Its presence is closer to weapons than to humans.

Exceptionally, only a very small number of people are entrusted with the role of flag knight under special rituals. Nor does this mean personal honor or reward. He is only treated as a flag knight in the course of his service when he carries a special agent.

To the best of Gilly's knowledge, there are only three flag knights operating under the authority of the Eastern Church.

One is Topias, a man with the same name as his predecessors. He approached Eleonora, the first princess of the Kingdom of Asuria, and worked as closely as possible as the next king's mate. Though the plan is broken, the child Cristian remains a powerful pawn in the church. His mandate continues to be renewed. Now let's lead a thousand and two hundred or so to the Eteramaki territorial capital.

One is a female knight named Ninaurusla. Should I say Girl Knight because of her age? He said he was specially trained to match the Valiant Sacrament with a single knight who was a new saint and new flag knight. In accordance with the custom of preparing a squire for the brave, he now leads about one thousand and three hundred people to wait in the Etheramaki territory as a backpacking general.

The last one is different from the other two. I have been granted the ability to be a flag knight this year, but because my performance as a saint knight in the first place is faulty. Still a man of exceptional combat power but therefore appointed as vice general of the brave...... that is, about Gilly. He is in a position to lead two thousand rides and follow the brave men's far north rides. He also serves as a combat adviser, but that's just nominal.

Because the unusual Knights of the Holy Grail fight in unusual military tactics.

Hear the bowshooting sound again. Now the angle is shallow. Plus, it's widening. There is no harm done even if it is bathed, but it is not just a distracted restraint. Perhaps the aim is to see this reaction and assemble future tactics. That's what Gilly decided, so she decided it wasn't boring to just dodge it.

"Seeing the flying arrows calms my heart, it's unusual for me to make it too."

The tall sound of metal hitting the metal continuously. If you make it sound rainy, it will be noisy. Those are the sounds of arrows being played by shields and armor. It's the result of the Saints devising the best defense for each of them. Some injured horseback riding seems to have come out, but no one falls. Light iron equipment is robust. Not as much as a heavy-duty cavalry. It doesn't lead to half-arrows or anything.

A single arrow flew in to Gilly, but it was knocked down by a nearby horse before it could prevent itself. Or so illusory that he might have exchanged it with his hands, that his defense remained Gilly's imaginary form.

"... you're an awesome soldier. Looks like we've got about 2,000 more hands and feet."

If you are aware of that, you can also scratch the right spot with exquisite force and itching on your back. It is easy to stir up a horse at the same time as all rides. It is difficult to manipulate individual and separate actions in detail, but it is not a problem on a platoon basis if you are to entrust each horse with its own judgment. This instruction does not require a hand signal or anything.

This miracle is called the "Jihad bond”.

Should I say heart or spirit... or life? of the Holy Knight. It unites with strange power. It doesn't mean who's up there and who's down there. It is an equal parallel connection.

Is self-thinning its side effect, or is that what is the basis of the wonder… Either way, the one who was treated as such is the Holy Knight. There are no exceptions. Gilly doesn't know her real name again.

This wonder is not a substitute for everyday use. There is a huge price, and there is no exchange between individuals. It's just that instructions from superior beings go without time difference. The primary role of a flag knight is to work as a superior presence in combat. Normal army formation is not required.

Gilly conceived the form of 2,000 rides of manoeuvre behind her brain. Set four cones inside the spindle as a whole. It's five hundred rides back, forth, left, and right, centered on itself. If you stick out any one of them, you win. The stiff formations outside are brittle inside.

"... there's a slight gap in the back, but that would be an invitation"

A core general was designated for each of the cones. The length of each hundred rides shall be further determined among them. He was well prepared because of his deep mastery of the usual military technique. As a matter of fact, I am not familiar with the soldiers characteristic of the Holy Knight. Sometimes an imperfect saint, the miracle method of warfare was something that didn't fit well for Gilly somewhere.

"Should it be regarded as the best in history rather than the headquarters of the main house..."

As she shrugged her caution, Gilly shook her gaze to a different side from the Knights of Sword Horn.

"A holy knight is more of a weapon of bravery, but it's just so incredible."

Three thousand horsemen, led by brave men, had eaten and scattered five thousand Yuriharshira's army unharmed.

There is an arrow in the myth that must fly from the beginning. Treasure arrows with the protection of the goddess of heaven... it appeared in this land at night. Not one bottle. Three thousand. Every horseman who runs under the will of a brave man is precisely an arrow of divine authority. It's a white-waven death wind.

There was no formation or anything like that on the 3,000 horsemen. We don't need a fixed team. Everyone seems to be running unscrupulous and everything works together effectively, and besides, it changes ad hoc and a thousand times. A clever and exquisite blow is unleashed in the moment.

Sora, if one horse jumped the horse, another without waiting for its landing threw the spear. In response, a middle-aged spear infantry drilled a big hole in his chest. A horseback landing crushed the man, and at the same time a wielded long pattern injured about three people at a time. Several rides continue without setting in between, disrupting the battlefield at once. One horse who threw the spear had already got another spear. Looks like someone in the handkerchief picked up the enemy's spear and let it go.

Those who enter will not be surrounded and pressured. Because the destruction of similarities is occurring here and there at the same time. Three thousand exquisites by three thousand horsemen are skillfully related and distract the attention of the enemy. Everything is silent and expanding at high speeds, disrupting enemy collaboration.

The move to kill the army was a sight that led to art. While it was a tragic act of sabotage, it was somewhere elegant. A dance to fly the flesh and break the muscle bones...... in Gilly's eyes, it also reflected as if three thousand margaretas were dancing with joy.

"This is..."

Overwhelming. Nothing can resist these three thousand horsemen. Uliharsila's army is crumbling and killed everywhere in the formation. Naturally. There is no such abnormal tactic against the army. There is no exchanging.

"What no longer..."

I've already made up my mind about winning and losing, and later I just think it's a matter of time. It is also obvious to the side that it would be a true sense of reality with fear of death if it were a party. The way the 3,000 horsemen fight is unknown, unusual and awesome. Even Gilly, who prolongs in manoeuvre combat, can't float the means to counter it.

Despite this, however, the fighting continues.

Despite being eroded and devoured and scattered, the Uliharsila Army has no sign of collapse. It unilaterally reduces the number of troops, but the way it is reduced appears to be rather smaller rather than larger.

It's stopping. It's slowly responding. They are fighting without despair, even in the midst of a great defeat. It is to the left that there is no one fleeing from one soldier.

"Brilliant stuff."

Gilly couldn't help but praise. Because we know that the true price of the army can only be found in defeat.

The high morale of the Uliharsila Army is not explained only by its level of proficiency. Multiple factors are expected, but first, Gilly saw that a significant number of people are at the core as commanders. I can't feel the awesomeness and cleavage as a military strategy, but I have the guts to accept such unusual circumstances and not waver. And he has the leadership to tie the army together by influencing it around him. It's an extraordinary general.

"There's no way Klaus Ulyhalsilla is here..."

This far north ride is preceded by one ploy. That is, a visit to the King's Capital by Joaquim Beck, Bishop of the Orient. He had achieved much by exposing himself. We were able to lure all the people to the Wang Capital to take care of this action.

One was Count Leo Salmant, who was in a position to militarily monitor the territory of Eteramaki on Kalisalmi territory, and one was Marquis Klaus Yuriharsila, who headed the kingdom's strongest Uliharsila army. And the last one should be the most vigilant opponent and the greatest result...... General Ryu is Marco Hahato.

It is a 5,000 horseman who ran in the name of burning down a new town in the north, but in fact it is only a second goal. Ultimately, it does, but running for it is a measure in itself.

Marco Hahato is bound to come. I have to come. Because the new town is both a symbol and a steep point of his business to promote.

Now he is a suspected demon, and his opponents are the valiant and the Knights of the Holy Grail. Regardless, the National Army cannot mobilize either the Leading Army or the Kingsguard. If he had marched them to the steeple, the kingdom would have chosen the path of heresy by naming the country. If you were ready for that, you would have raised the dragon flag at the reign ceremony.

In the end, only the cavalry regiment of fire where Marco Hahato can move is his gesture, and its strength will be refined to compensate for the loss in the siege of the Kalisalmi territory. Even if it was augmented, it wouldn't reach 5,000.

Besides, I have to be a forcible army in order to chase 5,000 horsemen. For if he attended the meeting of the king's capital, it would be impossible to chase him to five thousand other horsemen than to overlap, unless he could fly even in the sky.

It's already been captured. Crossing and marching under the banner of God. There was no day when I would not see the scouts rushing the horizon like featherworms. Perhaps they will face each other in the absence of Uliharsila territory. That's the assumption.

Unprepared and inferior in number, Marco Hahato and the Cavalry of Fire will be debated by the brave men and the Holy Grail Knights who were prepared for it. Hit anything that will be able to dominate in five minutes with the power of an anomaly until the situation is superior. It's a must-win.

It also strengthens the significance of victory. A man who became a hero of the new era became isolated and defeated as a demon at the hands of a brave man in the land ruled by the Uliharsila family where he was his greatest ally and chief of the great nobility… it seemed that there was no better way to win.

This measure, devised by the Oriental bishop Joaquim Beck, is now unfolding off schedule, however.

Although Gilly and the other five thousand horsemen advanced from the Eteramaki territory as planned, they burned one village on their way north over the Kalisalmi territory. It is a natural measure for the refusal to provide supplies, which is trivial from the point of view of the whole thing, but can also be considered a starting point if you think about it afterwards.

In the immediate aftermath of the journey to Uliharsila territory, those who named the Kalisalmi Army guerrillas attacked what had gone astray. Moreover, it was Severi Kalisalmi where he was earlier Count Kalisalmi.

"You wretched monster! Such as conquering the human world as you want it!

His cry is in my ear. I guess Gilly would say that to be angry.

The guerrillas themselves were a small group that could not be a threat, but also dispersed their power. Firstly, three hundred horsemen, six hundred and fifty pawnbrokers who breathe on their shoulders after it is cleared. The soldier himself was not strong, his expression was often frightened, and his hand sticking out the spear was trembling.

The Holy Knight mutilated them for no reason. Fighting was not even murder, it was like extermination and cleaning.

But they were obstinate. Whether slashed or crushed, the next to the next, the face of woe has swung the blade. And the Knights of the Holy Grail lost three horsemen among their complete victories.

One horseman consulted with a man bearing the mark of a colonel of the army. The two horsemen were struck by surprise by a man who thought he was dead. Severi Kalisalmi, who had lost her horse after receiving a spear early in the confrontation, rose from among the bodies to demonstrate the fierceness of the dead. A spear was thrown to eliminate it. Five spears pierced him, and he walked a few steps. The last time I jumped my neck was Gilly. For some reason, I couldn't help but.

Looks like the margareta had something to think about, too. Until then, he seemed bored somewhere, but from there he started to look fun. Most of all, I don't know if that's the right change as a brave man.

I marched with joy, and... I also burned a fort in Yuriharsila territory. By using arbitrary miracles that are restricted to use.

If that was what brought this battle now, should it still be stopped? Gilly thinks so very plainly. Since it is common for the world to think that things will not be transported in full, this degree of rescheduling is not sufficiently acceptable. Still, I'm pretty sure it's consuming some time.

"The Uliharsila Army and the Knights of the Sword Horn... don't remind me of the western realm of civil unrest"

I remember a fresh battle. At the time, Gilly and the Cold Moon Cavalry Corps are bumping into the Uliharsilla Army, led by a margarata that had not yet been sanctified by the brave. The place is also Uliharsila territory, not far from here.

But what's the matter, I'm having further thoughts about myself without a past that confuse Gilly.

I know. Gilly knows the strength of the Uliharsila Army's defense. The fact that it's that kind of army comes from the bottom of my heart. They will not collapse like no matter how disadvantaged they may be...... I am sure of that.

The same applies to the Knights of the Sword Horn. Ranged tactics like those that specialize in battles against light cavalry look quite familiar there, and even feel as if they've reunited with old friends. My heart jumps every time I take an arrow.

I miss it. Memories and other things should have been scratched off.

"Damn, I'll make it too..."

Made me play one laugh on the tip of my nose. Switch consciousness. Gilly starts smashing the Knights of the Sword Horn.

The 2,000 horsemen led by Gilly have just circled the perimeter of the strong line. Running unattached and in between, the concentrated shooting was avoided where it was dangerous, and the diffuse shooting was bathed about three times. There are no shepherds. Few have suffered minor injuries of things.

We're done watching each other. That kind of understanding can be perceived in the spirit of war.

Gilly saw a slight but hurried look at the Knights of the Sword Horn. He deliberately invites some of the hardliners to storm by creating gaps and is trying to hasten the battle with some change. Or I think the General of the Leading Army may be the main man for them. If so, it is effective to rush it. Leaving it alone would collapse. Even if not, the siege by a large number will be achieved if we clean it up over there.

"... I guess that's the right thing to do"

After touching the sword pattern, he switched the spear backwards. Let your shoulders clasp and relax your back.

"But that's... not my fight"

I pointed two thousand horsemen to the front of the Knights of the Sword Horn. Be aware of four cones, front, back, left and right, bound together by five hundred rides at a time. I wore myself at the end of the first five hundred. It is the start of the assault.

"This is what I have to do with you."

Arrows come. They come as stabbing across the street. Put yourself down on the horse and make him stand up as a shield. Gilly stays exposed because she doesn't have a shield. I don't mind. That's about it if you're going to get shot.

Bow shots are inaccurate. The arrows are variable when you think of the Knights of the Knights of the Sword Horn, and the distance is sweet.

It's no coincidence. As a result of inviting 2,000 rides around. I intentionally exposed myself to the sides for a long time. The same distance was maintained. I showed manoeuvre collaboration against the arrows that concentrate and fly in, but there was something I dared to hide until I bathed against the widely neglected arrows.

Speed. The best speed this 2,000 horsemen can exert... the biggest weapon of the Light Cavalry. The Knights of the Sword Horn don't know that. Besides, see it. Hands on it. I'm used to a certain distance of greatness. Should I say I'm used to it? No matter how well trained you are, people cannot defy their instincts to try to adapt to the environment.

"Can't you catch it? That's the gap."

Slightly delayed the left and right thousand rides to add more speed to the front and rear thousand rides. Assault is good too.

A powerful vibration produces heat that travels from horse to man and exalts. A sharp temper of war seems to be blowing itself away as a wind. Something spinning fast flew in and hit Gilly's mask. It's an arrow played by someone in front with a shield. Looks like there are just some falling horses and falling horseback riders out there.

"I won't stop. To this extent."

Raise your right hand. It has a backhanded spear in its hand. Gilly isn't the only one. The forward and backward thousand rides are speared as well, like a photocopy. Against the roaring world... or on its momentum... throw a spear. No mood for tearing, no clear intent to kill, just to wear an obstacle.

Soon... Now... Sora! Receive a thousand spears!

Rupture sound wearing a shield. Metal sound wearing armor. Flesh, blood, life crushing shock. Everything sounds like a battlefield. This is the sound of the struggle. Gilly was overwhelmed. The inside of the mask itches terribly.

The forward and backward thousand rides ran in a straight line to the left. But the Uliharsila Army is reacting quickly. The line of spear infantry has protruded instantly. Dozens of horsemen poked at the right side of unshielded karate...... no, around a hundred horsemen were dropped. It's enough damage to make you stare at Gilly. The reason was immediately inferred.

"... well, you were showing the change to the left once"

Shortly after the Bow Original Games, the Cold Moon Cavalry invaded Uliharsilla territory by breaking a pre-agreement. It was the margareta that led it, but its manoeuvre tactics were taught by Gilly. The opponent you hit is the Uliharsila Army, but it is easy for the Knights of the Sword Horn to share information and take action if they become an army that pledges allegiance to the Uliharsila family.

"Are you guys... feeling me?

Breathing fast on the horse, I asked.

"Then, Sora, show me how to handle it."

There was white to kill into the battle crushed with a thousand spears. It's a left-right thousand rides that led to a front-row thousand rides. He enters without shouting. That definitely reaches even the bow infantry. Gilly was so convinced, as well as believing that she would still be strongly resisted.

"Yes... I thought we could fight harder. Me and you."

Hearing the sound of a fierce battle on his right back, he drew his sword. Nearly nine hundred swords are also pulled out at the same time. There are no more spears, but there is a battle. Because it leaves a gap that you prepared over there first.

Back of the line. There is no cobbler laid there. The heavy-duty knights can rush in all at once. That's how you pinch it. Infantry may be allowed to escape. But the knight is going to take over one horse at a time.

The Knights of the Sword Horn will crumble in intensity. Their glorious history ends here tonight.

He swirled at a reduced speed and turned his horse's head south. Increase speed and storm. Momentum clogs the distance. Gilly then opened her eyes and distorted the edge of her mouth.

Again, the back gap was a trap.

The majesty of a heavily armed cavalry awaits. While bearing the tragedy of the infantry behind him, he is quietly prepared to die, and the knights named after the Knights of the Sword Horn point their shields and spears north. It's right against Gilly and the others.

Horse-riding assault.

We will dare to mount a sweeping horseback assault over this period. They were discerning Gilly's presence and position. I'm guessing you're going to consider the commander even at great sacrifice, create chaos, and run to support the Uliharsila Army. It's a spectacular decision. Gilly laughed.

Oh...... that's it! That's the Knights of the Sword Horn! Looks like my heart will be washed by my determination to kill!!

Scratched under the mask 27615;. Looks like my crooked skin ripped and bled out. I almost wanted it. I inhaled the smell of hot iron rust and my fighting spirit swelled up more and more on my chest. Strong enough to tremble in my sword-shaking hand.

"Let's go! Let him kill me! Enemy!!

Finally, I barked.

And bump into it.

It was in a life-and-death alley leaping into a death fight and no longer required words or anything.