From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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The spear points to me.

"A few words, maybe, but not this."

The soldier's pupil is shaken.

Age is the Dozens' Captain even when you are young.

No matter how shitty and thoughtless you are, I know this isn't it.

Pride is the problem.

Shake the tip of the spear.

You can do it if you want to subdue them. I was thinking about making a move.

“Stop it.”

It was behind the soldier.

“It really is a hypothetical statue. ”

Fedel dries with a soft smile.

He was the only man who favored me during the tennis tribute ceremony.

He steps forward and gently pulls the soldier back.

"Oh, it's like · · · · ·"

I don't know, but I'm a deliberate soldier in front of Fedel.

“A mistake?”

Horses to soldiers, but eyes to me.

“It's a mistake.”

The answer was me.

The soldier stands squatting with his spear drawn.

I'm so surprised that I don't know what to do.

I feel like I have to stand in the same battlefield as these guys again.

“Take him away. ”

Let me tell you, we're going to recover the fallen soldier.

Fedel looks at me with a polite smile.

“My hands are burning. ”

“It was a minor statue.”

“You said it was a mistake.”

“I was a hypocrite before that. He didn't even answer where he belonged. ”

“Ralph's teenager. ”

Teenagers are usually called by the name of the commander or by their personality.

If Ralph.

I looked at the memory quietly.

It's only been a few days, but I know who's in the unit and where they are.

To put it bluntly, I'm the one who thinks I'm not.

“Are you going in? ”

Fedel opens the door so you can see inside the tent.

I saw the table and the man sitting in it.

It was the seventh infantry commander, Canneruck.

As I entered the tent, I smelled a pungent odor.

Smell like booze? ’

I saw the infantry commander who drank too much.

“Reconnaissance reports.”

"Don't do that to me. Do it to Fedel. I don't like to talk about trouble."

I'm really going for it.

Fedel grabbed my collar and grabbed it a little.

You see a wide table in the middle.

“I'm drunk. Talk to me. ”

You've been through a lot.

The real deputies are nowhere to be seen, and Fedel is holding back.

I looked around.

You can see the supplies and equipment that are neatly organized.

That drunken bastard over there couldn't have done this, so it must be Fedel.

“What about the other deputy? ”

“They're all in their barracks. ”

I wanted to ask if the deputies were in the same condition.

If the commander is smart, many soldiers will believe in him.

Even better, if there's a motive.

It's okay to be a stupid commander.

If there is a good assistant, it can be offset.

Stubborn and stubborn commanders are bad.

Because of this, I have nothing to say to the soldiers who will go into the firepit even if they are killed behind my back.

But that's not the worst of it.

Stubborn, but the commander wants to do something about it.

At least I have the strength to move.

Worst case, give it up, let it all go.

Without even a handful of hope, this is the lung that fell into hell.

Somehow Paul smelled of alcohol at the staging ceremony.

“From here, there is a small burrow fifty paces away. From there · · · ·. ”

Before the first sentence ends and the second one begins.

Fedel brings a pen and paper.

I'm in position.

At least there's one in this unit that's intact.

It's just a pen and paper, but I recognize the importance of what I'm saying now.

And it means that even the soldiers are looking right at me for ignoring me.

Fedel dragged a wooden chair to the front of the table.

When I saw it, I recited about the terrain I had lined up.

The bluffs, the swamps, the ponds, and the plains beyond and where I'm late.

“I've checked the area of the 5th Infantry. ”

"Hoo, that's the best scout I've ever seen."

Fedel admires you purely.

“Is that so?"

Gulp.

Cadet swallows a sip of liquor in the background.

“Chug!”

And it gives a nasty-smelling trim.

I can see why the 7th Infantry is like this.

Even the commander is stuck in the line of duty, so he doesn't intend to run the troops properly.

Did you want to eat the red horn?

“Let's get out of here.”

Fedel dragged me out.

I saw Canneruck's body before I left. A warrior of modest appetite cannot be seen as a trained warrior.

Before I could say anything, Fedel opened his mouth.

“You would be able to transfer to the 6th Infantry. ”

You retrieved the red horn, captured the enemy scout, and dealt with the smiling hound.

And the reconnaissance report I just told you about.

I can say that I have proven my ability beyond having demonstrated my ability to make the ranks of the Dozens at the age of fifteen.

“That's enough.”

But it doesn't mean I have to go alone.

Lind and my scouts are waiting for me in the barracks.

"Thank you for moving on, that soldier."

There is nothing to say even if you die in the lower extremities.

It's an exhibition situation.

Fedel said I pointed inside the tent.

“What's wrong with him? ”

Fedel opens his mouth once his head has been blown off.

I could speak for a while, but I hesitated.

I waited quietly for his thoughts to clear up.

Fedel opened his mouth to see if my attitude was satisfactory or if he needed a place to say it.

“Ronan was originally a knight of the Baron. ”

“Knights?”

The knights of this age are quite high-ranking.

They are enlisted in the territory and have proven themselves powerless.

But a man of knight-class power is forced into this line of work?

What kind of knight is that in the stomach?

The 7th infantry is a good thing to say, a reserve unit.

If you say something bad, you throw it away.

“I liked the baroness so much. ”

· · You're crazy. I had an affair with the baroness.

“Yonker didn't die. ”

Fedel smiles at my words.

"Instead of killing him, I ended up like him. Demotion, demotion."

“Why don't we just go back up? ”

War takes many things, but it offers many opportunities.

There are many opportunities for those who fight in the front line.

You can win and build a ball and a bullet.

If you accumulate your achievements, you will be rewarded handsomely.

"Whew, Chris. You're better than any boy I've ever seen."

A short conversation, but I know that Fedel was very impressed with me.

From the beginning, Fedel did me a favor.

Look at the state of us. We're not even getting the right equipment. You're going to fight in a situation like this? Half the 7th infantry died on the first battlefield. And more than half of those deaths were worthless armor and a spear, all they had.

I blinked.

I just remembered when I came back to 15 of me.

It was a crazy order to charge the enemy cavalry with a single spear.

“Ha.”

I took a deep breath and thought,

The most important thing on the battlefield.

If eating, drinking and sleeping are the fundamentals of being a human being.

The most important thing in war is equipment.

I remembered the soldier who gave me the boots.

Even those boots were old when someone wore them.

‘I also heard that the correct supplies were not being paid. ’

“The commander thinks this place is a tomb. ”

That one word was the answer to everything.

That maniac commander just charged the infantry into the cavalry.

‘I see why the 7th Infantry was annihilated. ’

The commander's mental state has been compromised.

Not to mention the state of your body there.

“Got it.”

I walked behind Fedel.

“Go to the 6th Infantry. ”

I hear his voice behind me.

I'm not going, asshole.

I've given up everything, but there's one person who hasn't.

At least I knew Fedel was fighting for his life.

‘That would be the same for the other Dozens. ’

The commander is good, but not motivated.

So I have no choice but to stick to the status quo.

If it was rubbish, the rumors would have already spread within the troops without training.

He's just stuck in his own tent, mourning the years.

All the other blacksmiths there are also problems.

‘Wet on the tarmac. ’

I had to work hard to change it.

I can understand the fragility and collapse of the machine in 10 minutes.

The top water is already cloudy, but is the bottom water clean?

It's not about strength, it's about mental health.

‘A man's head turns when his stomach is full. ’

Supplies that aren't properly supplied. Soldiers who aren't even trained there.

I also lose hope as a commander.

What do you want me to do? ’

I walked and thought.

The sun is setting and the fires are lit all over the place.

“I'm hungry.”

“I'm gonna freeze to death. ”

You hear the voices of two soldiers gathered in front of the fireworks.

There's always something to eat, nothing to wear.

I walked like that.

On the way, I saw a familiar face.

"Oh, Scout, how was your first mission?"

A soldier who gave me his boots smiling brightly approached.

The eyes turn to his feet.

I can see my toes because my boots have holes in them.

“Aren't you going toe? ”

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine."

You naive bastard, did you give me your boots?

The soldier next to him looks at me and flinches.

“The milk? ”

Hey, I hear you. The rumors about me liking milk are spreading like crazy.

“Here we go.”

If we do this ten days later, we're all dead.

When I came to the barracks, I couldn't think straight.

‘Crazy bastard. ’

How dare you touch the nobleman's wife? Her liver is swollen.

“Hello?”

Back in the barracks, Lind greets you.

“What about pumpkins?”

Did you find the pumpkin, not me?

“I'm fine. ”

I sleep more than half a day.

It's peaceful.

Your wolf pack is furious.

Feed me when it's time, and hold me in your arms all day long.

“Knng.”

On only three days after birth, the pumpkin sticks out its head again and looks at the floor.

I'm asking you to get off.

I put the pumpkin in the middle of the barracks.

“Is it okay for anyone to see? ”

Digo said.

Digo and the axe know it's a wolf.

I don't know the rest of the squad.

Pumpkins roam vigorously.

And the squad member laughs at that pumpkin.

I've been walking all day, but I don't feel tired on my shoulders.

"Hoo, I hope you eat something delicious tomorrow."

You're so energetic, you feed me well.

Everyone laughs and groans at the words of the snot.

It was unimaginable until only three days ago.

They were just like the soldiers out there.

Eating black bread, holding on to a bitter disguise.

I was busy living today.

There was no hope for tomorrow.

But not now.

“Thump!”

Pumpkins bark small.

He's energetic.

Eat well, and stay warm.

Even though she died as soon as she gave birth to you, she is growing safely in my arms.

‘People need to be energetic to know they're thinking. ’

Humans aren't stronger than you think.

If there is no hope, there is no power to move forward.

It was also hope that when I lost my arm and was one with the ground, I woke up.

‘Just because I don't have an arm doesn't mean the world is going to end. ’

The first teacher I met was the hope of my life at that time.

Only one arm.

‘And barely supplies. ’

If you eat well and rest well, everyone will be revitalized like this.

If so, you will paint tomorrow's life.

What are we gonna eat tomorrow? What are we doing tomorrow?

Just let me think about it.

So we can fill their bellies.

‘Allies do not provide supplies to the 7th Infantry. ’

In that case.

My eyes look beyond the tent.

I can't see it because it's blocked, but it comes to my mind.

Jaitulas Plain.

There was the answer I was looking for.