From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“Ahh · · ·. ”

I shake my hand with my Atomic voice.

With my eyes wide open, I looked back and forth at my face and hands.

He took two steps back.

He looks scared to death.

Is there a village nearby? ’

The soldier reaches out for the scared boy.

“What is it? It's a kid. ”

A colleague next door says:

I wonder how I got here.

“Is something wrong? ”

He was leading the card game.

“Are you a local citizen? ”

A soldier looking up and down at the boy shakes his head.

There's a lot of dirt on my clothes, and my head is messed up.

Where else could it be? Fugitive farmers · · ·.

The scared boy's eyes do not fall off the edge of the window.

The spear is bitten back. No, I put it on the floor.

I slowly raised my palm.

“I'm fine. Have you lost your way? ”

The boy rolls his eyes.

This face is full of hints.

Soon he trembles and opens his mouth.

“It · · · · ·. ”

Blur the end of a word.

‘Fugitive farmer. ’

I felt confident that I had taken up a lot of fear and could not easily reveal where I was from.

The soldier is briefly lost in thought.

Catch the fugitive farmer to get your reward.

Many nobles hired human hunters to catch the runaway slaves.

A few bronzes. If you're lucky, you can earn a Silver Coin.

The calculation stood in my head.

“Do you want some jerky? ”

The boy took a step back.

The soldier pulls out a piece of Jerky from his side.

"Oops."

The soldier frowns.

I saw the boy turn away, scared.

“Wait!”

The soldier rushes out.

Soon, in the darkness, the boy's head snaps and disappears.

Faster than I thought.

The soldier's footsteps were swift.

Boom. Boom.

Before you can even run properly, you can see the shadow rolling over the floor in the dark.

“Ugh.”

The moaning boy tried to get up.

The soldier does not rush, but approaches the boy.

Whether the legs are free or not, the bars are all over the body.

"By the way, did I say I was going to hit you? Did you say" kill "?"

He said so, but the soldier was about to break at least one leg.

‘You can't just run away. ’

Thinking about it, it's time to reach out to the boy.

Puck!

A heavy voice strikes your ear.

I stopped looking at the boy.

Puck! Puck!

I heard two more noises.

The soldier's head turns back.

I see my colleague with a split head, and a successor stitched into a spear.

“What · · What ·? ”

The last soldier who played cards couldn't get his butt off the ground because he was confused.

Puck!

I stabbed a spear in his neck without hesitation.

An ambush? Sercado?

At the end of every thought, my escape was restored.

The soldier takes a deep breath without even knowing it.

“Humidity · · ·! ”

It's hot!

I was going to say.

Puck!

The air that filled the lungs could not escape through the vocal chords.

The burning pain pierces your throat as if it had swallowed fire.

The soldier couldn't understand what was happening to him.

I just closed my eyes, poured out a bubble and fell.

*

When you draw the sword from the soldier's neck, the blood soaks the floor.

The raid was a success.

The moment the soldier saw you reveal his focus in the dark and hid the spear behind you, half thought you were successful.

And when I saw the soldier, I could see how my head was rolling.

I knew what I was doing, and I decided I could cheat one more step here.

A worn outfit, dirty clothes with dirt on them.

I can't eat properly in there. I'm parched.

It's a good look to misunderstand, and I took advantage of it.

Misunderstood as slaves, misunderstood as deserters.

Either that or you're stupid enough to really think you're a citizen.

I just knew the soldier who saw me was on the other side, not the other side.

And then I saw the look in his eyes.

He thinks he's a deserted slave.

I couldn't help thinking.

If he was a deserter, he would have captured or killed him.

If he was a citizen, he would have tried to protect him.

What caught the soldier's eye was the light of greed.

I didn't say a word.

I didn't need to talk.

Trembling hands, dreadful eyes.

Take a step back, looking at the approaching opponent.

All that would have convinced the soldier.

I'm a runaway slave.

Catching a deserted slave is money.

It was a chance to reduce an army to an enemy camp.

The soldier leaves his spear behind and approaches me.

The moment I ran, the soldier ran towards me.

The noise masks it.

The moment he speaks towards me, a sound is buried.

Eyes in the dark, attention focused on me.

And soldiers who have already seen the blood.

It didn't matter how old he was.

I didn't need to be armed.

Humans die enough with one small blade.

“Phew."

I see a squad breathing out.

It was just the three of you, keeping your breath calm.

Axe and Digo, Lynd.

The rest of the crew immediately caught their breath.

And look at the messed-up camp you made.

Blood splattered on a pile of broken cards.

A small flame ignited by someone's campfire.

And the bodies in between.

“Even the youngsters are people. ”

"Hoo, I'm stronger!"

Freckles speak and snot catches.

Just before the two of you panicked, I made a move.

“Then? Did you think all those little monsters were monsters? ”

That was a joke. Lynd takes it.

“When I encountered the cavalry, they were all monsters. ”

Admit it.

The cavalry charge is scarier than the raging monster wave.

One charge from Lance knocks out three or four infantry troops.

Charge into that shit.

I don't want to do it again.

To do that, the 7th infantry needs to stay awake.

The blue light slowly fades in front of your eyes.

I looked up at the distant sky.

Slowly, the sun shoves its head in.

It was time to execute the most important part of the operation.

“Take off your armor. ”

I pointed to the bodies of my enemies.

“Do what?”

I've been walking all day, so I'll go home when I get back.

Lind tilted her head at my words.

You strip off the armor of the enemy and put it on.

The leather armor tightens when you pull the leather strap to the side.

I loosened it moderately and put on some comfort.

When I returned to the base wearing this, the arrow would meet me before I could even see my face.

“Dig and bury. ”

I was burying the body at the same time.

Tsk.

Pumpkins come out of their arms, sniffing their noses.

“It's gonna be a little dark. ”

Animals have a keen sense of smell.

And this is a bloodbath.

A lot of people poop because their anus was open when they died.

“Kang!"

The pumpkin barks lightly and digs back into its arms.

You dig through the floor with the enemy's spear and place a large body inside.

“You look fine now. ”

My nose murmurs.

Blind man's fun effect completely fades, making his vision brighter.

The sun was rising.

And...

Dagdac. Dagdac.

I heard the sound I was waiting for.

Beneath the hill, you see two wagons approaching on foot.

"Gentlemen, we have a long way to get to the troops. When we get back, we're riding on it."

In the battlefield, there are many large-scale supplies.

They build themselves new supplies and roads for it.

But not here.

If you are serious about the city or fortress, you don't have to carry things that are hard to keep.

At that time, there are regularly dispatched troops carrying supplies.

It's only that much supply. It won't be a big deal if we raid it, and the enemy won't go after it.

‘Let's share it. ’

After disguising myself as an enemy uniform, I stumbled underneath.

This soldier looks tired all night.

Afterwards, a squad member followed Urr.

“Don't walk so fast. ”

I spoke with my mouth and my eyes looked everywhere.

‘The shifting troops will not come. ’

Around this time, the scout troops of Armand are busy in many ways.

No, I'd say the whole school's busy.

There couldn't have been enough people to borrow it from the rear supply.

‘Only two shifts should be good. ’

Usually two shifts at noon and midnight.

If not, we're gonna have to hit the ropes a little faster.

So far, my expectations have been perfect.

I stopped the supply wagon on the way down.

Total 2 servings.

Approximately 200 weapons, clothing and groceries.

A large wagon looked very greedy, like a ripe apple.

He lowers his head and tastes again, then sticks it to the wagon.

Raise your head in a big hand and take it to your mouth.

“What?”

The horse man asked.

Hook. Hook.

Head is bent and body falls to the ground.

Before that, Digo climbs up to the stables and grabs him.

“What? Where did you come from? I don't need this kind of surveillance, but I can handle it. ”

The soldier in the back of the wagon gives you a pout.

You're very revealing.

Hook.

The second paralytic needle causes the man in the forehead to roll his eyes back, then plummet back to the ground.

Boom.

"Well, I'm busy. I'm busy. Anyone know how to drive a wagon?"

“I tried. ”

A soldier with a plain face.

“Really? Go to the back of the wagon. Take care of the rest. ”

Lind rides next to me, Digo rides in the back of the wagon.

All burnt, I turned around.

Heeheehee.

The horse vomited.

“I have to work hard today. ”

Not a horse, but a sturdy burden.

I can't run fast, but I am confident that I can run long.

“Let's go.”

You steer your horse lightly back.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

That's not how the two wagons came, but how they left for the enemy.

*

The soldier looking for the hill blinks at the turn of the day.

"Where the fuck are you guys? What if someone comes?"

I blinked instead of talking.

There's nothing to be without people.

“Are you out of your mind? ”

A colleague steps forward, speaking.

The soldier grabs his arm.

“Wait.”

Knng, knng.

I smell it. It's bleeding.

My eyes are all over the floor.

There was no linen on the floor that was cleaned out.

You see ashes scattered all over the place and weeds burning at the end.

I looked at the floor thoroughly again.

Blood.

I erased it, but it's a bloodstain.

I can see the color of the dirt, whether it has been overturned once.

“Dig the ground over there. ”

Soldier, the Dozens of EightMoon said.

“Huh? Sir? It's buried here. ”

I didn't dig much, but my arms are puffed up.

They are all dead soldiers.

‘These bastards. ’

I don't have to tell you.

They are at war with Sercago and are facing the front lines.

“Whew.”

The Dozens' Captain chose his breath.

I'm annoyed, but it's not great.

No, I'm starting to wonder why you did this.

You're willing to risk your life just to kill a few soldiers?

It doesn't make any sense.

"Crazy bastards. You and you, report back to the base."

“Yes!”

When the white commander heard about it, he must have been amazed.

The Dowager Commander who sent the two of them was momentarily lost in thought.

Then why are you here? ’

This hill is used as a battlefield base for surveillance and reconnaissance.

Many of the youngsters playing around with their supplies made their bases here.

The Dozens blinked a few times.

Supply lines?

"Hey, is today's supply day?"

When I open my mouth, I hear the answer right next to me.

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Is the supply wagon here this morning? ”

They call it a meat wagon, and there are more than a few men waiting for it.

The wagon is full of quality food and supplies.

Wagons often didn't come to their home country or were late.

The Dozens felt an unpleasant emotion rising from their bellies.

“I thought you weren't here yet. ”

You go down the hill. Then I looked carefully at the floor again.

He was a pretty good ranger.

He spits at the wheel marks.

"Huh, these crazy bastards."

The supply wagon is here. I just changed my destination in the middle.

Traces of the wheel marks point to one place.

It was Sercado's unit.