From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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What do you want me to kill?

Has Wheelken had a murderous appetite since then?

“By cutting his head off? ”

“You don't have to cut your head off. ”

It's not the only wheelchair yet, it's just a killer wheelchair.

His eyes curl and he smiles.

That's creepy, man.

Don't laugh at me when I say that.

How you spent your childhood, how you look like this.

I wonder about your parents.

I almost had a hiccup. Suddenly, I'm in.

"How did I raise you to do this? Fourteen this year?"

Allies do not provide proper supplies, turning enemy supplies.

The idea is not new, it is not usually crazy.

If it didn't work, it would have been suicide.

It is not a thought that comes out of the head of fifteen boys.

“Fifteen.”

“Really?"

You nod and turn.

Did you really come to see me for a while?

That's not true.

He's on his way to the barracks on Canneruck.

“What brings you here? ”

I was curious.

That said, Whelken glanced at me and said,

“You're a Dowager commander, and now you give orders? And I'm just supposed to tell you everything? ”

“No way.”

I don't want to make a fool out of you and resurrect a right-handed wheelchair.

I raise my hands, Wheelken smiles.

It was a joke.

"Six, seven infantry joint training."

"Ah, yes."

As I watched the wheelchair walk, I turned as well.

Joint training.

I heard that the handiwork of Armstrong is now approaching me.

I've got my mind set on what to do.

I had to grab Canneruck by the collar, and I had to get ready to do something about it.

In the meantime, there are other things to do.

We're gonna need at least ten bodies.

But if we let them go, we'll exterminate them all.

I can't do that.

I walked around thinking about the canoe and the wheelchair.

There's a reason that relationships with people change.

Will their relationship ever change? That's what I thought.

Even a simple person gets to know a thing or two about meat.

"Hey! Chris, I knocked on your boat last night for real."

Like this.

Ralph.

I have a "simple" look on my face.

The scar across the ball curls into a crescent shape.

· · You'd better not smile if you get distracted.

No, it's a pretty good face when you smile at an enemy and swing a knife.

Ralph's face was ugly enough to use as a weapon.

I'm not particularly impressed by the vicious impression of being a mercenary in my past life.

You'll have a few more days.

Supplies were more weapons and armor than food.

So I could only eat for a few more days.

“Where are you going? ”

“The alcoholic commander called. ”

I'm not the only one who thinks that.

“What's going on? ”

"I don't know, sometimes I sing if I can't get a drink."

Alcohol. If you find alcohol again in this situation, you might have to strangle yourself.

Tuck.

Ralph taps his shoulder and passes by.

“If you're in trouble, look for it. I'll do my best to help you.”

You seem to like me.

Come on, I'll write you a tip if I need you.

As I walked along the road, I saw two supply wagons lying around.

I saw people already putting things on the floor and tidying up.

He was like a teenager in Fedel.

Soldiers are lined up in front of the place where things are laid out like a marketplace.

"Hey, tear off that armor pattern yourself. If you don't want to get your back kicked by your arrows."

“I have a bow, so the archers can take it. ”

“Come here, you boot holes! ”

This looks like a real market.

It's good to have an army lined up.

It was loud.

I saw the soldiers' faces, and they were all excited.

Soldiers who received good food, new weapons, and strong armor.

‘You'll be eager. ’

Perfect timing.

Perfect time to roll like crazy.

If I were their commander, I'd open the gates of hell right now and roll it wrong.

Battles that do not know when will consume your mind.

Especially if you were so miserably defeated in the first battle.

So the best way to stop thinking is to roll.

There were plenty of supplies.

At least no one wears my rotten leather armor since today.

I took a spear and a leather armor.

My men don't come here without it.

Standing there, someone approaches.

You were the soldier who gave me new boots in a hollow boot.

My eyes naturally turned down.

I can't see my wiggling toes.

“I got a new one. He gave it to me early in the morning. ”

It tramples the ground and connects the horses.

“Strong.”

You look very excited.

“Well done.”

I'm on my way now, but the soldiers find me and pass me by every word.

I had to stop trying to leave.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Thank you."

“Can I get you some more pig's milk? ”

A soldier who doesn't even know his face bows and passes by.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

“Never mind. Just go. ”

“Never mind.”

“I found it on the way here. ”

“Yes, your boots look sturdy. Go.”

“Remove the markings on the armor well. I got my ass handed to me by a knife. ”

“Get lost. We don't need you anymore. ”

I handed them over one by one.

The way the soldiers look at me doesn't shine.

I felt like the most popular bard.

Back in the barracks, Lind grunts and pulls a short bow.

“Excellent choice. ”

When I speak first, Lind looks at me and says,

“What?”

“Choosing a bow. ”

I wanted to tell him to lift the bow.

I don't think you do.

I'll be a good shot at you later.

Lynd also shot a bow in his previous life.

Not exactly a battlefield hobby, of course.

‘Better than those feisty archers. ’

I couldn't fight, but I was more than a top mercenary.

In my eyes, Lynd's archery skills were better than those in small towns or towns or palaces or archery.

Of course.

Ting.

Not now.

Lind frowns in a clumsy posture and bounces off the protest.

“I can't even pull a protest. ”

I feel strange because it overlaps with my previous life.

I shot really well then, but it's awkward to see half the protests now.

It is hard to withstand the strain of a bow without skill.

With the strength of a 15-year-old boy.

Well, Digo might pull.

“Suck!”

As I hold my breath, I can see Lynd's face pulling the bow with all his strength.

My face suddenly turned pale.

The demonstration is still only half pulled.

“How about learning from someone who knows how to shoot? ”

"Whoa, isn't the spear better?"

Lind replied, relaxing in a tense protest.

It may not be useful to have an army of archers built in the infantry.

I mean, if it was written by someone else, it would be.

But you're different.

“You have good eyes. You have good eyes, so you might want to shoot some arrows. ”

“It makes sense to shoot. Damn, that's some nasty shit. ”

Lind grumbles.

I need you to find me a bow master.

Someone's shooting a bow.

I couldn't use a bow because I was a one-armed man in my previous life.

So I threw stones, I threw daggers, I threw spears, I hung myself.

That's why I can't teach you.

Lind goes out to draw the bow by herself.

Other troops were similar.

What you felt in one battle.

They're all stabbing the air with spears and shields.

Hook, hook!

Digo breathes out a strong spear, and all the poles and freckles are engaged in training.

The axe was the same.

It's been a long time since I've seen an axe wield in the air.

I went outside, too.

Then he got down on the ground and started bending and straightening his arms.

Hook! Hook!

Strength is the foundation of the foundation.

I have had good quality meals and exercised strength at every turn.

It's only been a few days, but my arms are clumsy.

And if you roll over for a while,

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I hear artifacts.

It shows up if you forget it and reveals your feelings.

The whole afternoon, the men were sweating.

*

It was early morning.

Canneruck opened his eyes without intoxication for a long time.

It feels awkward.

I've been sober for the last year.

Canneruck had to make a move.

‘Fedel might try to kill me. ’

He spews hot air every time I see him.

We have supplies. Now we can be reborn as normal infantry.

I don't want to be left behind in joint training with the 6th Infantry.

We can do it, too.

"Fedel, if this guy's going to do it, get him out of here."

Canneruck mutters to himself.

I don't give up.

It was postponed as an excuse for supplies.

Canneruck recalls a soldier who was drunken not wanting to die.

And then I remembered Chris, the guy who stole the supplies.

Me.

I hated it every time I said that.

No, it might be right to say that your heart was beating.

You had your moments.

“We're all here. ”

As you exit the barracks, you see the soldiers plummeting.

An infantry that lost half its men in the first battle without proper training.

Screw you.

The soldier who wanted to live met his eyes, and when he looked around the other soldier, it looked like someone stabbed him in the heart with a needle.

Before sunrise, the troops gather and look at themselves.

What caught his eye was a fierce need for survival.

Canneruck couldn't turn his back on it.

After closing your eyes for a moment, Canneruck opens his mouth.

“All unarmed. ”

There's no time to waste.

We don't know when the battle will happen.

‘To make the basics work. ’

rolling.

Moreover, my motivation is burning to perfection.

Juju Island Soldiers take off their armor and put their spears to the ground.

I can't slow down.

“Ten centuries to complete. ”

I spoke in a cold voice and looked at the meeting of the Dozens.

This is from Ralph yesterday.

Starting today, they are instructors.

Grrr!

Ralph draws his sword.

“I'll give you a slap on the cheek for being late. ”

· · · Excessively passionate

"Well, that shouldn't be too bad."

Canneruck's eyes glance back.

I saw who did this.

A scout commander.

‘A body not made at fifteen. ’

Skill is rare, but when you go into battle, you'll be the first to pick it up and die.

Or keep running.

I don't intend to let that happen.

“Why is the scout commander such a hothead? ”

When asked, Fedel says.

“Yes? Chris is the Dowager Captain. ”

“Chris is the exception. Join the training.”

Fedel stares at Canneruck's face.

It was a joyful face that reminded me of the first time I met myself.

Fedel bows and moves immediately.

It was a light step.

*

Yesterday, I felt a moderate muscle load.

It's good pain.

And it was morning that Canneruck gathered all the soldiers together to train.

Okay, not bad.

I was also going to try to catch strength exercises and spears in my spare time.

“Ten centuries to complete! ”

“Hurry up and don't move! ”

The other Dozens start grabbing the soldiers like rats.

Yeah, that's what I was expecting.

The army needs to move a little tighter.

“Chris.”

Meanwhile, Fedel approached me.

“Good morning. ”

Fedel smiles and says hello.

“I want you to join the training. ”

"Oh, as an instructor? I don't want to do that."

That's not good. Apparently, I'm still 15 boys.

I've proven my worth, but never my strength.

The soldiers may complain.

If Canneruck had a head, he wouldn't have let me do this.

"No, join the training. Not an instructor."

“· · · Training? ”

“Yes. Right now. ”

“I'm the Dowager Leader. ”

“Except you. ”

“Who?”

“Commander.”

No, you bastard.