From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Canneruck desperately thought about drinking.

My fingertips were shaking.

‘Just a minute. ’

I'm returning a boy scout named Chris.

Confident in the road and wants you to rob enemy supply lines again to earn a reputation.

Canneruck had been sober for a long time.

“Am I crazy? ”

He said something similar to what he told the scout commander.

As soon as I sent him, I regretted it.

I think my brain got soaked in alcohol.

It wasn't easy to think about.

I didn't even listen to the "writer."

I needed to think calmer.

‘Let's rethink this. ’

Canneruck sits inside the barracks.

In a long time, I took out my sword, oiled it, and ground it on a millstone.

Grrr! Grrr!

The sharper the blade, the clearer the mind.

Food is needed.

But this operation is over.

What a boy named Chris did was wonderful.

You recently hijacked an enemy supply wagon.

‘But to use this force to hit enemy supply lines. ’

Canneruck wanted to vomit out all the booze he'd had.

My head doesn't work properly.

Whenever I did, I sharpened my blade with more strength.

Grrr! Grrr! Grrr!

‘If we succeed, it may be as Chris says. ’

It's hard to think, but when I heard it from Chris, I knew it wasn't impossible at all.

‘Earl Van Ludwig cares about his accomplishments. ’

Problems with supplies and putting the 7th infantry into limb.

Both are solved.

"But it's too harsh."

‘This will be the end of your opponent's scouts. ’

Grrr!

‘If this is possible. ’

Grrr!

‘We should hit and eliminate all scouts on the way. ’

Grrr! Grrr! Grrr!

It's not easy.

It's hard.

Even if it is resolved, we must reach the heart of the enemy and return.

With a hundred men? ’

You will fall and die.

‘Sacrifice is inevitable. ’

How possible, make sure it succeeds.

Canneruck thought it was half gambling.

Also, I knew there was no way to solve the situation unless it was a gamble.

‘If it's gambling.’

In the middle of the night, in the form of a surprise.

Hit it as fast as possible and return as soon as possible.

You will be a vigilante.

Time is of the essence.

‘It might be helpful to push your limits this morning. ’

That's when I went crazy thinking.

Grrr!

Pick!

“Hmm."

You focus too much and your fingertips are cut off.

Blood drops fell.

I quickly moved my hand because it was going to fall on the blade.

Fighting.

There was blood on the floor.

You clench your fist and stop the bleeding and raise your sword.

The sharp, sharp blade looks clear to the eye.

It sparkles.

All you need is your own sword.

Good boy.

After retrieving the sword, the Canneruck steps outside.

Hot! Hot!

The sound of the soldiers' groaning resounds.

‘· · If you want to live. ’

change.

Soldiers are changing first.

He holds the sword in the air.

When I held it still, my arms immediately trembled.

You can't hold on to this? ’

Apart from the dead senses, my strength and stamina dropped.

Canneruck starts swinging his sword into the air.

Bam, bam! Bam!

The corrosion resonates with crude movements.

How long has it been moving? Canneruck breathes and stops.

“Phew.”

‘Less than half as good as in its prime. ’

This is the price for rolling over.

I also saw a large belly stretch.

I can still do it.

The year was beginning to come to an end.

I was headed to the barracks to see if Fedel was looking for me.

With sweat on his face, Cannerok punches him.

“Sir?”

Fedel's eyes glow with sword and sweat.

The sound coming from Fedel's mouth makes my ears turn red.

“Commander!”

"Tell all the Dozens to come. Ah, tell the scout commander to come here first. The rest of the X.O. will be with you shortly."

When I came to my senses, I remembered what Chris did to the genius.

I wanted to see it.

“Yes? Yes. ”

Fedel moves.

In a moment, Chris and Lind are here.

Two beautiful boys.

I feel like I'm going to pick it up and fall.

“I've been paged by scout commander Chris and his squad members, Lynd. ”

Chris opened his mouth.

I saw confidence in his face with a thin smile.

‘I had a time like that. ’

Chris started it.

I'm going to finish it myself.

"I didn't hear about the operation before. First we have to discuss that part, and then you shoot a bow?"

The rear horse was aimed at Lynd.

*

I smelled a gentle sweat and a sharpened iron.

The axe smelled familiar with sharpening every day.

‘You must have sharpened your blade and exercised a lot. ’

In case you haven't noticed, he may have swung his sword into thin air by himself.

“When did you first catch a bow? ”

“I didn't catch it yesterday. ”

In Lynd's answer, Canneruck's face crumpled.

And look at me.

I thought you were a genius.

I feel like asking.

“Out.”

Canneruck heads out of the barracks without a word.

As the sun began to set, the temperature dropped.

There was no training at night.

If I sweat awkwardly and the fever cools, my body starts to drop so badly.

The sunset shines orange with its face.

I feel the pumpkins wriggling in my arms, and I see the canoe being handed a short bow.

“This is how the demonstration pulls. ”

Pull the demonstration along with the horse.

“If you pull on an empty protest often, it will be hard. When the elasticity of the stretch dies, the scream becomes shorter and broken. ”

I followed up with a bold explanation.

Lind only listens with her ears closed at her side.

I, too, had to listen by my side.

“Left shoulder in axle. ”

Canneruck held a short bow in Lynd's hand, followed by an explanation.

“Pull your right hand. ”

Place your hand on Lynd's shoulder with the horse.

Chuckle.

Slow but almost intense protests.

Lind opened her eyes in a strange way.

“It's a trick rather than a force. ”

And by the time the explanation was over,

[Archery Skill: 2]

· · · Is this just an explanation?

No, you're not.

It's learning.

Learning properly also follows the ability of the instructor.

Canneruck was a knight. His basics were solid.

‘The effects of learning. ’

Of course, that wasn't the point.

"Guess what. It's important to see the direction of the wind, the power, and above all, accurately."

Scary to the end of Canneruck's words.

Ping!

Lind shoots a bow.

An arrow flies and plunges into the ground.

Canneruck's house was in the right direction, but it was far away.

“Distance control should depend on sensation. ”

“Yes.”

Lind nods. His eyes are distant.

Canneruck looks at Healthy Lynd.

“What are you looking at? ”

"Hey, the tree with the chunks."

A tree?

My eyes have searched far and wide.

The fact that the sunset has begun to set means that the surrounding area has started to turn dark.

Canneruck and I narrowed our eyes and looked where Lynd's fingers pointed.

I don't know.

Looks like there's some kind of stick up there.

“You can't hit him with this bow, can you? ”

"This is a short bow. Limits on the range · · ·, What did you see?"

Canneruck asked, instead of talking.

“A tree.”

In Lynd's answer, his eyes turned toward me.

“I have better eyes. ”

That's not good enough.

This is not a hundred feet from where you sit, but a thousand feet from where you look.

It was a level of vision that leaned beyond human limits.

“You wanted to see me about tomorrow's operation, right? ”

I changed the subject.

Lynd's eyes are also at the heart of this operation.

Maybe we should listen to the point of the operation, though.

“Yes, it is. ”

Canneruck washed his face as if he were trying to clear up a complex idea and said to Lynd:

“If you overdo it, your shoulders won't move. Set a count. If your fingers explode, it'll be hard again. ”

I recited the lines like an actor reciting the prescribed lines.

He seemed to have told me what he had learned before.

“Go ahead. ”

Talk to Lynd, he looks at the Canneruck.

“Thank you."

Then you look down and turn around.

Sincere, Canneruck.

I told you to teach me how to shoot. Watch me teach you right away.

I summoned all the Dozens.

Canneruck walks in speaking.

I wanted to talk to Canneruck before the whole thing came down.

I'm telling you, all the other C.O.s are right.

There is no way to listen.

Canneruck's words are a few times more convincing than mine.

"Whew, Chris. The operation you mentioned is too risky."

Canneruck started the story.

It's a plan to hit and drop out in the earliest hours of the night.

That's how the supply wagon was robbed before.

And I added the joy of the blind to it, and I went blind.

It was a pretty major operation.

But if the opponent is not a fool, he will not be dealt with the same way.

“Sacrifice, though. ”

“I'll be there at noon. ”

As I speak, Canneruck blinks at me.

“When?”

“In broad daylight.”

“Where?”

“I'm going to Palmun's supply corridor. ”

“· · · Do you think that makes sense? ”

“There are two things that must be resolved in this operation. The first enemy scout. ”

Canneruck claps his mouth and stares at me.

This is no joke.

Make one mistake and I'll have you by the neck right away.

"Second, march speed."

That's why the raid at night is the best chance.

You stubborn bastard.

So you don't think they'll expect it?

“Isn't Lynd's vision quite remarkable? ”

“· · · Can you see it first? That sounds like you need to know some of the enemy's scouting routes. ”

It's not about your eyesight.

That's the path.

Obviously. Scouts don't leave camps anywhere, and they don't wander anywhere.

Predict and move the enemy's infiltration path, the distance back to its original position.

If the enemy White Captain is not a fool, so be it.

“We leave a slow-footed unit behind and only take a fast-footed unit. ”

“Suicide. ”

“The scouts will clean ahead. If you get into trouble as you see fit, you can come back later. Slow down. Slow down. ”

“· · · What nonsense are you talking about? ”

Yeah. I didn't think persuasion would work.

“Commander, how many do you think would survive here if you led an entire infantry raid at night? ”

Let's talk calmly, man.

Thirty? Twenty?

Thirty, at most.

The canoe cracks the molar and closes its mouth.

"This operation is not a threat to the mainland. Seven at most, six at least. We'll set up a patrol to clean up ahead. You just have to follow it. If you have any problems in the middle or there are no flags, you can die."

This is what I want you to see.

If you can't do it.

Take your dick off.

“I'll put Pedel and Ralph on the scout. ”

It is a reasonable judgment as a commander.

Put your trust in me separately.

Needless to say, Ralph is a pretty good combat captain.

His judgment was correct.

“Can we make the run at noon, then? ”

I smiled and asked.

Canneruck still bites his molar.

“If the principal is in danger, he will regroup. ”

“You have to. ”

"Commander, I've gathered all the Dozens."

The voice of Fedel.

Nice timing.

All the Dozens gathered.

You come into the Ur Barracks, you look at me and you see Canneruck.

I took care of my face and stepped back.

Canneruck looks around and opens his mouth heavily.

“It's a self-procurement operation. Operation time is noon. ”

That's right.

You can go back if you're in danger.

Of course there's nothing to go back to. I'll make it happen.