From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Speech Skills.

Throwing a stone, I heard the artifact's voice.

The more skilled I am, the more accurate I am and the more my senses fill me up.

It was like that.

I don't know how many times I've held a spear.

Even when you're stealing supply wagons.

After that, I grabbed the spear several times and swung it.

Grab the tip of the spear with your left hand and hold the center of the spear with your right hand.

In my previous life, I held a spear with one arm.

It reminds me of that.

I'm right-handed, but I'm still comfortable using my left hand.

You look at Digo's shield and slap him once.

“Whew.”

I exhaled once and recalled the position of the Canneruck I saw a moment ago.

I could feel the eyes of all the soldiers, including Fedel and the other Dozens.

Watch this.

[Speech Skill: 4]

Only 4.

With a few swings, my skill level didn't climb to a standstill.

But it wasn't bad.

No, to be honest, I was satisfied.

It wasn't there before.

It's one of the things I get from life.

An unprecedented force, the possibility of it, was growing into a small seed in me.

The tip of the spear aims at the digo at an angle and pushes your right foot forward.

I've seen the same posture as the textbook, so I just need to make it happen.

Middle Guard picked up the interruption tax and said it was headed for Digo.

“If you make a mistake, you'll get a hole in your body. Hold on tight.”

“Don't worry. ”

Speaking, he hides his large body behind a pentagon shield.

I took a short inhale and stopped.

Reach your left hand forward in a breathless state, while your right hand watches the power go out.

Being the Lord is the power of the left arm.

Heave!

Disperse!

Once stabbed, the leather covering the tree made a clear hole.

An awkward structural shield to prevent a successful attack in the first place.

“Easy.”

I'll talk and put the spear down.

Soldiers' gazes gathered.

“See? It's not hard! This is it! It's not that hard! Take your place in pairs! ”

Fedel shouts at a good time.

The soldier's posture is immediately followed by training.

I don't know about personal power, but I'm as good as taking care of people.

Yeah, well, I'm sure that old fart Canneruck will take good care of him and live on his own.

The atmosphere is going well.

Fedel was the one who liked change the most.

He lit up his passion.

"Hey, shield up."

“Stab! You'll hold it well. ”

Soldiers are also keen on training with their eyes peeled.

It's gross.

Soldiers' heat fills the barracks.

It was hot.

Men's sweat, heat, passion, passion, vigor!

Everything will melt and beat them well.

“Now it's my turn. ”

With your head turned, Digo holds up a perforated shield.

“What?”

“Shields up. ”

"No, I'm a little busy right now."

You want me to take your power with this stupid shield?

No thanks.

“Hot!”

The sound of a soldier's battle.

“Get into position! When this pose is dislocated, the Pokémon loses its power. ”

Fedel's voice sounds like sweet music.

Yeah, the army, it's supposed to be this open.

At first glance, Fedel teased me a few lessons.

Canneruck taught you that.

I hear Digo's voice again.

“Why are you all so busy training? ”

“Busy.”

Now that I've proven it, I'm going to need something to eat.

“I need to see the boss. ”

I gesture toward the visible axe.

He watches the axe approaching.

“You two do it. ”

The Axeman won't even look at the spear, but he'll catch the shield.

He's more of a military man than I thought.

I head for the barracks on Canneruck.

He stands in front of you with a leather army without entering.

“Do you remember drinking? ”

“It's a drink. I think about it every day. ”

I took a look at his fleet of hides and straightened it out.

Then I opened my mouth.

“Is it proven?”

The eyes of the leather army slowly rise toward me.

Canneruck brought up a whole different story.

“Supplies last three days."

We'll share and we'll eat.

I know, I know.

“Soldiers will soon run out of food. ”

In order to see the training effect in a short time, it must be rolled at high intensity.

And if you roll a soldier like that without eating properly, you might bash his head in.

Well, actually, if you do have a hypothalamus, you're going to have to cut your head off.

“When is joint training? ”

“Two days later. ”

I counted the days in my heart and said,

“There's only one reason Earl Ludwig doesn't provide supplies. ”

“Why?”

Yeah, well, at least it's not you.

No matter how well Baron Ronaldo tries, Van Ludwig is a hero and an earl.

He is not just a man who will raise his hand to the baron's tricks.

"You're not expecting much combat power from the 7th Infantry. The meat shield, feeding and dressing is meaningless anyway."

There is no reason to insult Van Ludwig's methods.

Military is a place where efficiency comes before morality and courtesy.

The Earl's judgment was somewhat correct.

But what's humiliating is humiliating.

It's good to feed the ones we're gonna kill anyway.

I'm gonna save that for a little bit.

The inside is as narrow as an ant's butthole.

Quite right.

“Then joint training should be a good opportunity. Prove that the 7th Infantry has excellent combat strength. ”

Increase the value of your troops.

The time limit is one day.

“Herd · · · ·. ”

I knew you'd say that.

I think I've fought once or twice in my time as a knight or something.

No army changes in one day.

So we have to find and change things that can change in one day.

I cut Canneruck's horse.

“Do you know anything about Versako mercenaries? ”

An old fairy tale.

The Versako mercenaries were weak enough to be chased by small bandits.

The commander knew the mercenaries were doomed soon.

Weak for a number of reasons.

The most important thing was the lack of experience.

Everyone has worked hard, but they have never been in the right practice.

No matter how hard I train and train, I couldn't be more intense than once.

If you feel like losing, surrendering easily saves the life of a mercenary member.

He knew his methods were wrong, and much has changed since then.

It's usually a fairytale and an old tale from Muga .

Versako continued to fight for new mercenaries beyond his limits.

An ally's skills have improved in a single battle, and a group of stronger players have gathered in the fame.

Versako knew.

There's no better training than there is in practice.

“You're crazy.”

Canneruck opened his eyes and stared at me.

“It's not just the 7th Infantry. ”

I'd like to raid some troops and build up my specialty, but he's causing a lot of trouble.

Once disobeyed an order.

At present, the instructions given to the entire Earl Van Ludwig army are to prepare for battle in place.

I also don't want to meet the enemy infantry because I've only caught a few spears.

At least half will be divided.

If we're unlucky, there may not be many left.

Practice can make a soldier in one day. But ten people will die to make that one soldier.

The end of the Versako mercenary tale ends with crying, realizing that there was no one left who followed them at the beginning.

Practice is a hundred times better than training, but it's just as crazy.

We cannot train soldiers in combat.

I'm not asking you to answer for something stupid.

It doesn't have to be.

“There was only one thing I got as the Versako mercenaries grew stronger. ”

“· · Reputation? ”

In the fairy tale, Versako has a reputation.

One of the three things a man says is he wants.

Reputation.

Money.

Hostile.

Not to mention money, and a lot of people want to test their skills, so there are fewer.

And fame.

After living on this continent and gaining fame in Versako's fairy tales, his mercenaries begin to grow.

"Fame, yes. We can get fame."

To be precise, it is rumored to prove the value of the 7th Infantry.

“It can't be easy. ”

Instead of saying it, the canoe locks my mind.

And then I open my mouth again.

“How many battles in total during the raid of the supply wagon? ”

You'll listen and remember when you report hard. Don't ask me again.

I smiled and replied.

“That was twice. ”

Too few battles have been fought in the enemy's rear supply lines only twice.

"I'll make some preparations. There should be rangers on the eight gates, so you'll know they're a prime number."

As I speak, Canneruck gleams.

“I've raided the place with eight men, so I'll be prepared for that. ”

“Yes.”

“If only there was a way not to get caught. ”

And I said, "Oh, my God, this is my specialty."

Some roads have already been cleared.

“You'll get the reputation you deserve. ”

I finished what Canneruck had thrown.

The spark in Canneruck's eyes burns on the outside of my smile.

It's a possibility.

I've already proven it.

The canoe is getting as hot as Fedel.

He opened his mouth.

“· · · shall report to the top ·. ”

“It's called self-stocking. ”

I don't even give them enough food, so I sometimes go to the forest to get some food.

Probably enough to get some troops into the woods.

Let's face it, this is a voluntary operation with clearance.

Canneruck closes his eyes silently.

I think I hear a head roll over here.

“That's the enthusiasm of the 7th Infantry. ”

Then I heard a voice behind me.

It was a wheelchair.

This guy comes in handy.

Canneruck opened his eyes at that time.

“You're the 6th Infantry Messenger, right? ”

“Yes.”

Wheelken approaches with the soldier's mask on.

It's sly. It turns out, I would always wear a mask like this, except in front of me.

Wheelken and I met.

And your mask?

It was like saying that with my eyes.

I raised my hand and stroked my shoulder.

It has a good bearing.

“You must be the 6th Infantry Soldier? You look like shit. ”

I opened my mouth.

I'm the X.O. This is a soldier.

The infantry is organized differently, but I am still the superior.

Wheelken's chin is pointy and thin because he has no skin.

“Enjoy your meal. Soldier.”

“Yes, of course. ”

You haven't changed your face. Oh, you scared me.

You can't just cut your throat with a joke like this.

I leaned away smiling.

“The commander of the 6th Infantry said there is no need to participate in joint training. · · · ”

"No, I'm in."

Canneruck hangs up on Wheelken.

And the burning eyes join the horses.

“And tell him he's going on his own supply mission before training. ”

“Yes.”

The Hulken's mask wiggles slightly.

I could not miss the sight of his eyes.

There was only one emotion that came to his eyes.

It's embarrassing.

Wheelken's eyes are touching me as I turn.

I was still a single smiling face.

"If you gain fame and show the soldier with the spear in a decent posture, then Earl Ludwig will change his mind, too, right?"

I tell you, Canneruck sees me.

“Are you sure you want to cross the plains? ”

I smiled.

I took a breath with a smile on my face and opened my mouth.

Canneruck's eyes stare straight at me.

I don't feel bad.

“In my village, there was no one I didn't know called Chris the Guide. ”

Canneruck nods.

Then I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.

“Do you like to drink? ”

You're still thinking about drinking.

This was the last time.

He pulled out a leather band tied to his waist and handed it to me.

“Is this a gift?”

“I'll tell him to stand up. ”

People don't change that easily.

However, if there is a chance, it will change.

I looked at the canoe, feeling a thrill.

“Do you know how to shoot? ”

“I know.”

The knight deals with weapons other than the main weapon.

In particular, the bow is a versatile weapon and replaces signals on the battlefield.

So you've learned enough about the basics.

“I think one of my men is a Archery genius. ”

“· · · Genius? ”

I don't mean to be presumptuous.

But I have to tell you, I'm not interested.

And I didn't lie.

I've seen this before in my life.

We haven't even pulled the strings yet in this life.

“Yes. Genius. ”

My curiosity was different from the way Canneruck looked at me.