From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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As soon as I opened my eyes, I left the barracks.

The sun begins to shine brightly around you, raising its sleek head.

I walked diligently.

“Fedel.”

If you go to Canneruck, he'll be drinking and sleeping.

The rest of the Dozens can't wait.

Fedel is the only one with a head.

“Chris?"

“I'd like to take a moment alone to explore the patrol area. ”

Fedel nods softly.

It was nothing special.

Of course, it was one of the most important things for me.

The answer was in the plain.

That way, I walked through a field of thorns and white herbs.

Different speed than when you walk with your troops.

Slower than running, faster than walking.

It's the first step every Pathfinder has ever taken.

I walked like that and captured the surrounding terrain again.

Ponds, swamps, hills.

After walking for a long time, I stopped in one place.

By my calculations, it's just between Sercago and Armstrong.

I measured the great distance and I took different steps.

From then on, I had to move carefully.

‘If I get caught, I'll jump. ’

You dodged an enemy scout's route, and I covered a few more spots.

And I walked.

As I was walking, I saw a reed field far away.

Across the street, you see a gentle hill.

I paused there and lowered myself.

It's good for ambushes to hide in the hills, and beyond the reed fields is the main source of the arms.

My current position is closer to the Eighth Gate than Sercado.

I walked around a lot.

Technically, I'm at the rear of the door.

I looked carefully at the floor.

You should be able to see it around here.

I dug through the grass, the floors, and my eyes.

Human, animal, and moment of movement leave traces.

You can't erase it unless you are an expert.

The soil delivers information based on its traces.

A great speedster reads only the day before the land he now stands on.

‘Here.’

The direction of the reclining pool is toward Sercado.

This is where Armstrong's troops are stationed.

On the other side of the grass lies the Fortress of the Armory.

Two units face the plains and settle in their heads.

And the two forces push their spears towards each other, preparing for battle.

You can cut a line just by checking the location of the encampment.

A line connecting marks and garrisons.

What I found was a way for the supplies to travel.

It was an enemy supply line.

‘A minority elite could come in. ’

Pathfinder often figured out how and when to get to the destination, and then expressed that he had found his way.

I definitely won this route.

Draw a path, and sort out what will happen up there.

All that's left is the number of enemies.

The number of hostiles in the supply corridor, and the quality of the escort troops.

All of them are stumbling blocks.

‘There's a chance. ’

Lynd's habit in his past life was to search the past.

I don't know what's interesting about the book, but Lynd is obsessed with it.

There was a battle we had.

I've heard all about it from Lynd.

This battle is the beginning of the war between Palmun and Sercado.

And in this battle, the two armies had no impact on each other's supply.

No, you're right to say you can't.

The two armies had few ranger troops, and there were no hits to the supply lines on the two commanders' concepts.

One side wished not to lose even a small number of soldiers to a strike, and believed that the winner of the big fight would win.

The other didn't need to touch the supplies. I've devised a more ingenious plan.

I hid myself where I could see the hills.

And I didn't move.

If I don't move, you'll find me on that street.

After a few hours like that, I was bitten backwards.

I've seen everything.

Next to the hill, there are at least five to ten soldiers guarding the supply corridor.

There are four who gave their heads, but there is a good chance they are resting as senior below.

That's why we've listed at least five.

Otherwise, a group of senior soldiers could be playing cards.

So it is a minimum of five to a maximum column.

It's pretty boring to defend a place that's less likely to be attacked.

‘It's not that tight. ’

I've captured their vigilance.

I also checked the transport wagon passing below the hill.

‘Not much. ’

Two wagons.

I don't see any escort troops. Only two horsemen are sitting there.

If it's only two, I go back and forth once a day.

There's a couple of men over there. Whose nose should I stick to for two wagons?

That quantity is only responsible for one white collar.

‘It's good for me. ’

I turned around and walked in the direction of sunset.

I was careful when I went back.

I don't want to escape fighting for my life because I was caught by an enemy scout.

I returned to the base, leaving a common report.

And I closed my eyes.

“What do you do all day? Pumpkins are looking for you.”

Lind said like a scraping wife.

“He's a busy captain. Son.”

Heave!

A pumpkin rushes into my arms.

This day just got a whole lot bigger.

“I don't want to drink pig's milk anymore. ”

Lind told me.

Already?

You're three days old and you're lactating?

I had already given up applying my common sense to pumpkins.

I threw a few moles on the way back and forth today.

“Secretly. Let's grill. ”

“Oh!”

My nose was the most welcomed.

It's not a lot.

Keeping your distance from the barracks, you turn the wind away from the smell.

I tore some roasted meat and threw it at the pumpkin.

Well, well.

“Eat.”

Lind told me.

“I see.”

"Day 3 after birth, I milk and eat meat."

This is for the Pumpkin Diary.

If I'm writing a journal like that, of course.

“Ouch. Cute. ”

Lind rubs her cheeks with a pumpkin.

At the end of the day, I returned to the barracks and closed my eyes.

Tomorrow's work piles up on my head one by one.

‘When we get up, let's go get the millstones first. ’

I was about to build the day of the dull dagger.

*

The 7th Infantry has a separate soldier in charge of supplies.

to the first supply of groceries, to the second supply of coverage, to the third supply of equipment including millstones.

I found the face of the man who ate meat from me.

‘There he is. ’

A soldier in charge of three supplies.

‘But the organization is the right one. ’

The 7th infantry is divided into one white squad and seven dozen.

No, not even me. Eight teenagers.

Canneruck commands a white platoon with ten escorts.

And the remaining seven teenagers are the main force.

All you could use was a Ralph teenager and a Babe teenager.

Both of them use assault as an organ.

They're all teenagers in their own town.

Rumor has it Ralph and Babe were mercenaries.

I don't know how much you'd do it.

You have to be good to be in your late twenties to early thirties.

Being a mercenary at such a high age means you can't adapt to it.

"A group of stragglers." ’

Two useful men are the ones who didn't get the mercenaries right.

‘The commander there is the man who gave up his life on the boat. ’

“Hey.”

While I was thinking, the soldiers in charge of the Three Supplies are close at hand.

When I called, he turned his head.

“Chris?"

“He's a scout commander, asshole. ”

“What's going on? ”

One eye is bluntly bruised.

What's wrong with him?

A soldier with thin eyebrows and an odd-looking face.

Even if my fancy body comes out now, I think I'll win with my strength.

“Just give me some millstones. ”

I need an axe, too.

“Huh.”

A fine eyebrow soldier soon brought four Wheel Stones.

“Thank you.”

You bring the wheelstones and throw them at the axe.

“You do it. ”

“Hooray!”

The axe gives thanks for its nostrils.

He's not normal, no matter how normal he is.

I needed to be prepared for what I was about to do.

I sharpened two daggers first.

Victory! Grrr! Victory! Grrr!

In the tent, the axe and the sound of my alternating days echo.

“What are you two doing? ”

Lind looked at it and asked.

“Here comes the knife. ”

“Hooray!”

The axe replies with a nostril.

The guy who used to be speechless started expressing his doctors these days.

It's mostly about behavior, not words, but the development of the elders.

I sharpened the dagger and cleared out the herb leaves I had.

It has about 20 white herb leaves and 30 red herb leaves.

I have about a hundred blue herb leaves.

It is also a stock of Honey Spiders, and Blue Herbs are hard to obtain unless it is a forest.

It's not a herb that lives anywhere.

There are paralyzed stingers and bludgeons from the last scout.

What do I have? ’

[Speech Skill: 11]

And the artifact says, "EXP has increased."

Skill. I know how this works.

It was easier to hit and easier to aim at.

‘It's hard to see the big effect right now. ’

The artifact's EXP has increased, but I don't even know what it is if I want to use it now.

‘And there's the honey spider. ’

Honey Spider silk can be used in a variety of places.

On second thought, you feed the spider and put a honeycomb in your mouth.

The hot sweetness envelops the tongue as if it were melting the brain. Immediately, it becomes a thick liquid mixed with saliva and flows down the throat.

Sugar makes your head spin.

‘What I currently have available. ’

Herbs, throwing, paralysis, honey spiders, and · · ·.

There's a squad.

What's in it for our unit? ’

I turned around one by one.

Axe, digo, linc, snot.

And a tall, long arm and leg pole.

The other two are of ordinary body type.

‘If I meet a mess of troops, I'll be finished. ’

It's perfect to die.

You must be good at fighting untrained soldiers.

Axe, Digo, me.

I think the axe can handle two common soldiers, and Digo has to do well.

I depend on the situation. If I give my hands the tools I need for herbs and booby traps, I can handle even the most dizzy teenagers.

I rolled my head before the sweetness disappeared.

I closed my eyes for a moment and cleared my mind, and I opened my eyes and said,

"Lynd, get me a long pole or something."

“Huh?"

"Long, a little longer than our window."

Lind tilts her head and walks away.

"Digo, can you get me a board or something?"

“Board?”

“It can cover about half your body size. ”

"And freckles, you said your father was a carpenter, right?"

You point to one soldier.

As one of the scouts, we used to call them freckles.

My freckles were on both cheeks.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

As long as you have a plan, just execute it.

“You get Digo and the planks. And how many more Daggers can you get? ”

“I'll ask.”

My unit has a good reputation.

It's all because I fed the meat well.

Unlike other soldiers there, there are many soldiers who are energetic, so there are some who envy them.

Soon Lind got a long pole.

“They said a ladder was broken. ”

“Well done.”

At the end, I dug a long vertical groove.

"Here, all the days are gone, but I saved it."

I brought a knife, not a dagger.

You can still use it a few times if you just stop me.

"Axe, sharpen."

I think it's best for our troops to set up the day.

I'm sharpening an axe on a fictional day.

“Huff!”

And I seem to be interested in going on a day.

You're not mistaken, are you?

There are three cutlery with nosebleeds.

The axe sharpens, and I sharpen one of the long poles.

“freckles.”

“Huh?"

“Try to attach that blade to the end here. ”

I'm a carpenter, so I think I'll be good at it.

“Can you do it? ”

“It's not that hard. ”

I wanted to hurt my fingers and back, but my freckles seemed to have a lot of experience with tools since I was a kid.

He soon attaches the blade to a long pole.

And finally, I coiled it up to the spider silk I fed the honey spider.

It's adhesive, so it'll last a few times.

At least it looks better than the crude spear we're holding.

“Staff.”

“Huh?"

“It's yours. ”

“· · Huh? ”

Long arms and legs make it a good strategy for long weapons.

And of course, the premise is that you have to get used to it.

“Aren't you picking up? ”

“No, thank you. ”

The pole took the long spear from my hand with the horse.

“Try stabbing it a few times and think about it. I don't know how to write. ”

Nothing to worry about.

I gave it to you to stab you from afar.

Still, I'd rather stab you in the air a few times by myself than use it suddenly.

The pole went out.

Suddenly, there was a sudden heat of training.

“Me?”

Nose points to the blade and says.

You've saved yourself.

"Weapons are meant for their own body type. I can't even handle something that long."

"I have long arms and legs for the pole, so use them."

"And we have a window, which is a basic supply."

His snout raises its spear and points with his finger.

With this?

He looks like he doesn't need to say it.

What a waste of supplies.

His nose cracks as he smashes his spear with his bare hands.

“· · Fix it. ”

My freckles popped out.

Shortly after, Digo and the rest of the scouts take up a large tree.

“Cut. Smoothly. ”

A piece of wood with a sharp tip, rather than a plank.

My freckles popped out.

"Slice it so thin you can hold it."

After shaping the pentagon, I came out.

“Take the bread! ”

It was already lunch.