From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“It's so bland. ”

Ralph mutters.

Fedel looks away from me.

His pupils flutter.

"How is this possible? Once or twice."

After the first patrol, we met two more patrols.

I was able to break through the whole thing on an ambush.

All the enemies are dead, and the gate is blinded.

Commander Palmund will not know that Sercado's troops are advancing.

With eyes that read the road and eyes that see first.

It's a combination of Lynd's vision and my Pathfinder abilities.

“Still · · ·. ”

Fedel is blurry.

Ralph taps him on the shoulder.

“Do you care about that? ”

You're right.

You have enemies in front of you, and now you don't have to worry about anything else.

After killing one patrolman and two patrolmen, we're back at square one.

Our position is a small blunt force with a view of the enemy's base.

When I say "gluttonous," I can barely see you on the ground.

Liing there, I imagined the enemy commander.

‘Competent.'

As I chose this path, I expected to encounter enemies once and twice more if I wrote them down.

But three times.

I put a patrol unit on the far side of the road from the real estate, and if I move around the patrol unit, I get caught in the sight of the patrol party.

Only twelve people saw most of this vast plains.

The division of patrol units and patrol units are all excellent choices.

‘The plague can be forgiven, but the careless commander on the perimeter cannot be forgiven. ’

An enemy commander's competence is the disadvantage of his allies.

“What do we do now? ”

Ralph is the most experienced fighter.

Fedel's gaze was also on me.

Everyone, including the two, naturally waited for my choice and judgment.

“From now on · · ·. ”

I blurred my words and examined their seriousness.

I had to take very little risk.

You can't get what you want without taking the risk.

“We need to change the role of the strike team. Just like you saw. ”

To be precise, the strike team's role is over.

There is no ambush here to cut off the enemy's lead.

We were planning to move in a different direction.

“Now?”

“Now.”

Snoring is a messenger.

“Say what? ”

“If you signal, you can say it's your turn. ”

Nose nods and turns to leave.

He waits on the floor and jumps up and down as the distance gets too far.

It didn't rain for a few days, and there was dust on the floor.

I turn my nose back and look back at the seriousness of my arms.

“See?”

It's a question to Lynd.

“A lot.”

Looks more than usual.

You wanted to say that.

I closed my eyes and thought.

I'd like to eliminate the risk.

‘This should be enough to make it a success. ’

“You got something for me? ”

I deliberately wrapped all the yellow cloaks around the color of the autumn plains.

A camouflage cloak made of dirt on purpose.

And in that cloak of camouflage, there was a second operation I hid inside.

*

Canneruck does not speed up the troops' advance.

“Isn't that too far away? ”

“This is the territory of the litters. ”

A few good eyed soldiers mutter.

I ignored the canoe and walked.

‘It's been too long. ’

I have less basic health than I thought.

The soles of my feet are hot because I barely walked this.

As you walk, you examine the soldiers.

When my body is hard, my head gets stiff.

I'm not tired, so I can look around.

“We eat here. ”

At Canneruck's words, 60 soldiers stop and chew the jerky out.

“Tough. I want some roasted meat. ”

“I'll eat after practice today. ”

You continue to hear the soldiers speak.

I'm not running around like a morning sign or standing around with a spear like an afternoon drill.

It was only two days, but the current march is like a break thanks to the overwhelming vigilante.

Of course, this march will accumulate with fatigue.

There were no soldiers to vomit the pain of walking for just one day.

‘Rest well and keep your strength up. ’

It was Chris' request.

The principle was to eat, rest and walk.

It wasn't hard.

‘Freak. ’

He's confident he'll take care of the scouts ahead.

If you're wrong, turn the troops around and retreat.

Chris asked Canneruck for three things on this operation:

Come slowly.

When you see a living enemy, retreat at full speed.

And number three.

"Huff-puff, Commander. · · · From the Scouting Tender. · ·"

“There you go.”

The striking party's messenger is safely approached by Canneruck.

“Retreat?”

As soon as the messenger puts the word "retreat" in his mouth, he'll be right back.

“When you signal, they ask you to show them what you can do. ”

It's not retreat. I knew it.

Canneruck closes his eyes and thinks.

Now it's my turn? ’

I remembered the day after tomorrow.

Just before we left, Chris came to me and said,

“There are two paths. I leave the judgment to the commander. ”

Cocky.

From this moment on, the strike team's role will change.

The first path was easy.

We move forward to create a state of confrontation with our enemies.

That should be enough to secure the retreat of the strikers who "snuck" the supply wagon.

The second path is slightly different.

Oogway.

Canneruck opens his eyes, his throat snapping to the left and to the right.

“All the X.O.s, this way! ”

A powerful voice echoes.

You take a deep breath, exhale, and adjust your posture.

An active flame is contained in the snow.

In front of him, he noticed that Canneruck had changed.

He wasn't the man I used to see.

Nothing really changed, but it was like someone else.

“Yes.”

“I'm here."

Five X.O.s approaching.

They also have an overview of the operation.

But it was important from now on.

If only Chris' strike team had gone the way they had cleaned it up.

It's time for him to make his move onstage.

"Engages enemy discovery warfare while securing supply magnetism."

“· · · Yes? ”

I looked into the eyes of the blacksmith who was throwing a silly question.

He looks a little nervous.

“Was it hard for you to say that twice? ”

“No!”

"There is a serious arm within 3 hours of walking. Strike there and plunder and retreat enemy supplies."

Looking at all the Dozens, they gathered their mouths and replied.

“Four!”

“Get the men ready. ”

That's it.

*

Every battle is halfway ready.

Fight with the advantages of the terrain that throws arrows unilaterally over the cliffs.

It is also effective to ambush enemies in unexpected places.

‘But we can't do it both ways. ’

The best way to use troops that are not well trained is to break through.

If the numbers are similar, it is necessary.

The 7th Infantry is also a soldier who knows how to spear properly.

Which is why we need to make it an advantage.

So the canoe can run.

If you want to leave behind the name of Count Van Ludwig's 7th Infantry, you'll have to fly.

‘As soon as I get out of the fight properly. ’

Safe and low risk.

That's one way to do it.

However, there is little to gain.

I couldn't do it twice, so I had to do it right this time.

"Don't let me down, former knight. ’

“Once again, if you get caught, bounce. ”

You don't have to go robbing supplies and throw your life away.

The armor in the yellow cloak was stolen before.

Eight dotted symbols that have not been erased and the screaming armor of the wolf.

Everyone except me is going to steal the supply wagon.

In the absence of a situation, it shouldn't be that difficult to steal a wagon by pretending to be an ally.

After sending a squad member, I made a bumpy call.

Lind says it's dangerous.

Digo said he'd follow me for the same reason.

The rest of the team looked at me with mixed concerns.

You thought it was a reckless plan.

After the breakup.

“Hey."

I waved to the soldier standing on the perimeter of the camp and went inside.

Armstrong's soldier looks at me and raises his hands.

As you pass by quietly, you hear the voices of two guards behind you.

“Do you know her face? ”

“Town. I think I've seen it somewhere. ”

I grew stubble and rubbed dry dirt on my face and hid my skin color.

Once inside, Armstrong's barracks are packed.

It was natural.

This is the center of the Faction where Armour's Supply Depot is located.

I'm trembling.

I don't show it on the outside, but if I'm not nervous in this situation, I'm not a person.

You won't die well here if you're burned alive.

I take my place and look around.

A man's path leaves a trail.

It's in the barracks. It's no different.

I examined the breasts of an armored soldier.

If Sercado takes a stand, this is the mark on his chest.

There's no big difference.

Although the political colors are different, military uniforms are similar.

Similar in the same language

Only the movements of the soldier with a circle around his chest are visible.

Where they're headed, where they're staying.

Talk.

Look, think in your ears.

“With the vigilantes out of the way. ”

A soldier with a mark on his chest.

A soldier of the commander's rank.

“Should I send another patrolman before the fire breaks out?" ”

“Are you going to rob this place again unless you're a bunch of lunatics? I would never do that. ”

I turn my finger with the dagger.

Fangrrrrrrr.

A well-sharpened blade turns to reflect the sunlight.

‘If I were the white captain of the eight moons. ’

Should I report the supply wagon as stolen?

I won't.

It's something you can hide.

If you report it, you'll only ruin your reputation.

We'll raise more guards and send out more scouts.

You assess the status of the enemy commander and look around you with your own eyes.

‘There you go.'

The situation is over, and the location is done by looking at their way back and forth.

A large tent in the middle of the location, that was the commander's quarters.

I'm getting up and moving.

“Hey.”

Someone slapped me on the back shoulder.

I was so shocked that my heart pounded.

I drenched my back with sweat.

“Huh?"

I looked at him casually.

"Oh, I thought it was Dor."

A soldier looked at me and said,

No, you bastard.

“I've never seen you before. ”

The Soldier asks.

“I've never seen you before. How come you don't have a familiar face when you go out and work? ”

“Have you been sent? ”

"Damn, these guys don't even look familiar with each other 'cause they're beating us up."

"Shit, we're the neighborhood books."

The soldier speaks up and walks away.

One of the reasons I was able to infiltrate here.

That Armstrong's supply team would have been put into a variety of jobs by now.

My heart was full, but it went well.

I went inside and sat behind the tent.

There were a lot of soldiers doing this kind of work.

Some are carrying heavy loads, and some are drying smoked meat.

Tanners and leather handlers, macheters.

I also saw people carrying things from a large tent that looks like a warehouse.

‘The order is well contained. ’

Unlike any commander in any unit, he is definitely competent.

So what I'm doing right now is going to have a bigger effect.

So I looked around for a while.

“Ambush!”

Soon, I heard a cry.

I raised my eyes to the direction where I heard my voice.

It's beyond serious.

The voice of a soldier guarding the outskirts.

“What?"

A few nearby soldiers look up in surprise.

Everyone stops their hands and looks for a direction to hear them scream.

“Raid! Raid! Ambush!”

Deng Deng Deng Deng!

The bell rings and the soldiers move quickly.

Grab your weapon, put on your armor, and step forward.

“Sercado bastards! ”

Someone shouted.

Until then, my eyes remained on the commander's barracks.

Stand on the other side where the Sercado 7 infantry assault occurred, perpendicular to the entrance of the Commander's Barracks.

“What's going on? ”

Soon the commander came out.

I was able to distinguish between a bare sword and a uniform on my waist.

Tu. I threw the throwing dagger lightly over my hand and grabbed the tip of the blade with my thumb and forefinger.

[Speech Skill: 16]

In the meantime, I've put in a lot of effort.

I also knew it could be used as a weapon, not a stone.

“Sercado troops attacked · · ·. ”

The Throwing Dagger left my hand before the soldier's report was finished.

A blade that can be sharpened and cut off by a finger.

Heave!

The blade flew away.

Puck!

Stick it in the back of the commander's neck.

“Chug!”

Immediately.

There was nothing to see.

I threw myself into the tent I'd never seen before.

The instant I saw the blade's direction, I would not be able to see myself.