From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Despite a thorough disregard for the knight's eyes, I was able to discern the situation.

“Has the messenger been cut off? ”

“I haven't heard from the messenger when I left. Again, that is an order, 7th infantry commander. ”

He glances at the canoe instead of speaking.

I tried to take a step before Canneruck had a seizure, but he picked up his strength first.

“Yes. We follow orders. ”

Then take a step back.

He stepped back and came behind me. He was standing in front of me.

I look at the Canneruck, wondering what's going on.

I have a lot of trust in my eyes.

No, I think I'm a little out of there now.

There seems to be something different about my eyes.

He quietly stepped back and naturally encountered the knight and me.

The knight, the White Captain, and the moment he disobeys an order, he will draw his sword and cry out.

Immediate execution and a decayed throat.

So it doesn't make sense that Canneruck would go against him like this.

A very special situation created the current picture.

Canneruck is still the leader of an infantry unit in a former knight, and we defeated an enemy raid without allied support.

Meanwhile, I also won the head of a knight.

This is the battlefield, where engineering becomes another face.

That's why the 5th infantry commander and knight, this man, speaks not of unilateral orders, but of horses.

And my existence seems to be part of it.

The knight's eyes see me. I felt the vibe inside.

An eye for awkward creatures.

“Calm down.”

“I wasn't excited. ”

Canneruck said in the back. Oh, shut up, will you?

"We need to move now. Canneruck, what's the situation? Do I have to talk to the Dowager?"

Between the Canneruck and the Knight, it looks like my brother and Canneruck put me in charge.

His reaction is reasonable.

Before the knight called my name, I paused and called myself a Dowager Captain.

I can see the situation better than I can, and I'm a proven soldier.

Canneruck was the horse.

And without him, the 7th Infantry was extinct.

Screw you.

I wanted to call this Cannerruck's trust ruthless.

It was a firm belief seen only by those who absolutely believed.

So that's the kind of belief that might be more burdensome.

Of course, I didn't feel burdened.

My heart beat for no reason because of what the middle-aged man said, but I calmed down quickly.

Now it's your turn to work, not your heart.

The knight's pupils flutter like crazy.

“The machinery is a mess. Does this unit have any ups and downs? ”

It wasn't up and down. It looks like it recently.

Since we are supporting the main force, even if we gather the troops here tightly, the entire force will not be five hundred.

There are quite a lot of injured people there.

Minimum bags are more difficult than being a meat shield in combat.

“Being here will only isolate you. ”

The knight was neither Canneruck nor I. He looked in between and said,

He was right. Theoretically.

I thought he was looking into the situation. Defeating an ambush doesn't mean the battle is over.

They'll be back.

You'll be prepared for everything this time.

Utilizing scouts to keep you out of traps.

“How fast do you think you can march with the injured?" Are you saying we should abandon the rest? ”

Canneruck was right.

Neither is wrong.

So I had to step up. I painted a picture of the battlefield.

And I knew I had a way out of this.

In order to do that, it was clear what was needed. I stared at the article.

“Can you write down one of the rights of the commander of the thousand? ”

The knight's gaze is upon me. He stares at me and replies.

“Like what?"

There are several rights of the commander of the millennium.

One of them. I need his right to appoint.

“Please make me a white captain. ”

I told you, I saw the knight's eyes tremble.

You can't say no. This is the battlefield, and the wounded are thrown away anyway.

And Sercado is currently outnumbered.

Instinctively, the 5th infantry commander and knight are trying to get back on track.

So I'll take care of the wounded.

Can you draw one more red line on my side?

The White Captain had two red strings.

The White Captain can appoint a Dowager Captain.

And the commander can elect a white leader.

Of course, only two white captains in a white infantry rank are foolhardy.

But now the exhibition, there I say I'll take the trouble and go away.

“Then we can leave right now. ”

I was the horse.

"What the 5th Infantry Commander wants is to assemble the scattered troops and head straight for it."

“I can lead the injured. I'm going to go to a different route. ”

What do you say to that?

The knight is reminded of the bear.

A strange commander, carrying a soldier who's going to die anyway, who says he's going to drop him off.

The knight's concerns were not long.

“Alone?”

He asked.

“Just a few of my scouts, please. ”

We can't do this without an intact body.

“With a few minor injuries. ”

“Are you confident? ”

Of course.

Outside this plains is where we used to run around every day, and where scouts used to move as front yards.

It's you. I wouldn't say anything if it wasn't for that.

I opened my mouth with a real smile, not a smoke.

“In my village I used to call myself Guiding Chris. ”

“Good.”

The knight accepted my offer.

*

7th Infantry Jinji cannot fortify and has no manpower to do so.

Once a trap is hard to write twice.

The enemy will make all preparations for it.

I drew the current situation before this battle began.

There would be casualties, and we had to choose between them.

Abandon the wounded and exit at full speed and settle down in Zeituras Forest, or we go back to square one.

Of course, if the reinforcements hadn't been hit by the intercept troops, they would have managed to survive here.

We didn't know what was going to happen in the exhibition, so we had to be prepared for both possibilities.

"After this time, I hereby appoint Captain Chris to be my White Captain. The commander is an army at your command, so I ask you to obey his orders and honor the kingdom of Sergado and Earl Van Ludwig."

The tongue is long. It's not a grand inauguration ceremony.

It's just what I said in front of the seats of the wounded and some of the scouts near the bag.

I don't have to tell the other soldiers.

The only scouts following me are Lynd, the Axe, Digo, and the Trot.

The rest of the squad remains in Fedel's unit.

A soldier who ate flour in the fire after gathering it for dinner.

Riding on the outside, it looks like a strange, moist taste.

The soldier spits it out and opens his mouth.

“What are you talking about? ”

A lump of flour resembling a pruning stick to the ground.

The 5th Infantry Commander leaves. I was the only commander left here.

“Literally. ”

“So I'll leave the wounded, so live on your own? ”

The soldiers' expressions become noticeably dull.

I don't look familiar. I think the 5th Infantry has been injured or cursed to come this way.

Another soldier approaches before he opens his mouth again.

“Really?"

I was a boot soldier.

“It's true. I'm a white captain now. Congratulations."

“Not that one. ”

Seriously, the only thing that matters right now is that I'm a white captain.

What I received from the 5th Infantry Commander is the White Captain's authority and temporary command of his troops.

A separate command that has nothing to do with the movement of the mainstream.

That is, from now on, I can move my unit separately from the 5th Infantry.

“Worried?”

“That can't be right. ”

Even a soldier from a rural village like you can understand his position in this situation.

But if you disobey an order, it will be instantaneous.

“Damn it.”

Someone told me.

I looked around.

Diego broke an arm, and I broke my hand, too.

Lynd also put a bandage on his finger.

I injured my shoulder, so I put some herbal leaves on it a while ago.

The same is true of the injured.

There is no soldier lined with a bandage on his whole body.

“What are you thinking? ”

"Injured, no longer my unit."

As he looks at them and shuts up, Lind approaches and asks and connects the horses.

“If we leave at this rate in the morning, the enemy will be on the move. ”

The battlefield breaks people, but it also grows them to the contrary.

I saw Lind's growth in those eyes.

He was watching the tide of the world.

“If we leave in the morning, we'll all be dead. ”

And I agree with Lynd.

And now all the soldiers are listening to me.

If we leave in the morning, we're all dead.

Imagine the psychology of the enemy.

If I'm the enemy, I aim for tomorrow morning, not tonight.

That's the conventional strategy and the movement inside the common sense line.

We won. We even got reinforcements.

Originally, it was an option to build and endure seriousness here.

Then the wounded will die.

Another option is to rest and return to the army in the morning, keeping the joy and morale of victory.

Either way, we'll take the morning battlefield over the night.

That's where the scouts will be searching for each other's seriousness all night.

The morale will be low, and the enemy will lose their knighthood.

I finished the calculations. Operation is a go. It's time to execute.

Bloop.

You leave a few small campfires burning in front of the barracks.

If you don't start a fire because of the cold weather, it gets cold.

And one by one, you make eye contact with the soldiers through the campfire.

Some have lame legs and some have bandages around their torso.

I smiled at the wounded.

A smile that is not as scary as the world itself.

It's not just a naive soldier.It's not enough to convince a bunch of mentally dense soldiers.

“Tell them that tomorrow morning the 5th and 7th infantry will return as they saw fit. ”

Originally, this unit would be followed or discarded stones to stop the pursuit of the enemy.

"And if we leave tomorrow morning, we may all die. No, most of them will die."

“· · · Chris. ”

Lind whispers a little at your side.

There was a cool silence.

Glug glug.

The wind blows and the campfire shakes.

Despite that horrific remark, the soldiers do not speak loudly.

They were just struggling with each other.

I can't hear it in my ears

Are you plotting a rebellion? If you resist, you will die today, not tomorrow morning.

The 5th Infantry Commander is never a great man to look down on it.

But somehow the atmosphere is strange.

It was a dull atmosphere, but not a terrible despair.

I could see the soldier smiling briefly.

The soldier sitting in front of me looked at me and said,

“So what do we do? ”

A rhetorical question. It's not unconscious, but there seems to be an angle of trust.

Even the Boot Soldier looks worried, but he's not desperate.

Most of the soldiers next to him did, too.

What's the matter with you?

The question was quickly solved.

“Captain Chris is coming with you, right? ”

A soldier who has heard that one of his faces has been cut off by an enemy shield.

You wrapped your bandages around the herbs while collecting the injured.

Half the face is quite odd, but you'll never be the original cool face again.

“Of course I'm the White Leader of this unit. ”

“I'm glad.”

“I know. I thought I told you to die. ”

“So.”

“Is he that great? ”

A soldier with a suspicious expression.

A soldier who had a spear in his thigh and had not healed in time, he might have had to cut off his leg after Lynd.

He was in the 5th Infantry.

The wound was deep, so it must have formed this way.

“Him? Go to hell? Don't you know, Saint Chris? ”

The 5th Infantry soldier blinks at the violent response.

“The Saint? Says he bashed the White Devil's head in? ”

“That's right. A curse. He smashed it in half. ”

I don't know how my rumors will spread afterwards.

I can tell by the sound of soldiers chattering.

They are anxious, but do not think this is the way to die.

Most people believed so, so the atmosphere itself changed.

So it's because of me.

A captain, Chris, who brought supplies to the rescue with his troops.

Saint Chris, who has put a curse to rest.

Chris killed the enemy knight.

You're relieved to see me like that.

I lead them.

It was unthinkable. In my previous life, I always had to convince my friends.

Chris, the mercenary who couldn't fight, always had to.

But he didn't have to.

Saint Chris didn't have to.

“If you can't walk, borrow your companion's shoulder. Let's move now. ”

I cut back and forth and said,

“Now?”

Lind asks.

“Now.”

If it's not morning, we can go now.

Fatigue? It's better than dying.

They trust me.

No one even screamed.

No, another soldier, presumed to be on the 5th Infantry, turns his mouth.

"Are you crazy? How am I supposed to walk on my legs?"

One grunts, and two soldiers put their heads between his arms.

"Well, why don't you just die here?"

“You're from the 5th Infantry, right? Don't talk to me. Just follow my lead. ”

Soldiers with their left and right arms cut off, respectively.

You're right.

What would you do if it wasn't for me? Would you stay and kill one more enemy?

There is no man who greets death.

The mouth of the 5th Infantry Soldier is closed.

"Lynd, get the rest of the tents before we go."

“Okay. And then this. Commander Fedel gave it to me. ”

Lind gave you Leather Armor.

“This is my loot. ”

Black leather armor. It was worn by the knight I dealt with.

Armor and legs were unstoppable, covering only the chest and abdomen.

I put it on top of my robe. It was loose. I had to put it on top of my clothes to be able to wear it.

The preparations were quick.

The injured soldier was tired and obeyed me.

I drew in my head the path I could and the path I shouldn't have.

The sky that had stopped raining was clean without any clouds.

Thanks to you, the moonlight shines a faint light everywhere.

I don't know where it is, but I can see it from a mile away.

My plan was one.

I was about to lead a horde of wounded soldiers into the middle of the night.