From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“Wait!”

The bright-eyed soldier in front of you stops supply of Armstrong.

“Why?”

"There's something, it looks like a person."

“Stick together. Check it out.”

Three scouts make swift strides, according to the commander.

“It's a person. ”

It was the moment the one in the lead opened his mouth and said. The soldier, who frowned right next to you, cries out in horror.

“Sercado armor! ”

You little bitch!

At the end of the sentence, there was a hole in both ears.

Their eyes stare into the air.

I can see a black dot coming in fast.

Puck!

“Huff!”

An arrow is inserted into the soldier's face.

A soldier hit by an arrow groans and rolls to the ground.

“Shhh!”

The two blinking soldiers quickly regained their senses.

“Damn it!”

Two soldiers wrapped around their heads leap backwards with their heads bent.

The soldier who was struck by an arrow barely rises to his feet on the ground.

Huff, puff!

Arrow in the back of the neck.

Boom.

I fell forward as I stood up.

I couldn't save her.

“Ambush! Ambush! ”

A soldier who crazily shouts and falls back. In front of him, someone tucks his shoulder against his chin.

I couldn't see properly while bowing and running, and then I lifted my head.

“Idiot. ”

Tough beard and ring eyes.

I recognize you.I 'm the White Captain of the Supply Guard.

“Two. You bastards.”

When I look back, I see two of Sercado's soldiers standing still and looking this way.

The White Captain pushes two foolish soldiers backwards and narrows his eyes.

There are two hostiles standing still. It didn't look old.

‘Look at this. ’

Fire and attract arrows.

Only two of them can do this.

‘Any straggler would have been hiding. ’

If it were a Starfleet, they would have ambushed us, not with this kind of nonsense.

The White Captain rolled his head.

Who are you? ’

“Narrow it down. ”

The two stiff enemies froze and rolled their eyes at you.

You form a siege net and get closer.

"Damn, he's so calm."

One of them opens his mouth as soon as he hears his voice.

I can see all my anxious and nervous faces.

‘Clumsy bastard. ’

There must be a trap. The White Captain instinctively knew.

He's right next to you with a bow. The arrow stands speechless, making sure it was all of its two feet.

No, I shake my body restlessly because I'm nervous.

“Everyone, be on your guard! ”

The White Captain prepares for an ambush.

I opened my eyes and looked everywhere, but I never really looked for them around me.

The one with the bow and the other.

You two are just gonna fight a white man?

I don't know any knights or wizards who use vices.

‘Tickle.’

The grey dirt is all over the body, where it rolled around.

Your armor and weapons seem to be empty.

One of them even had a bandage on his hand.

‘Bait is bait. So, what are you fishing for? ’

There's no reason to be here unless they're here to kill you.

“Commander.”

The tenacious commander approaches and summons him.

I saw a soldier sighing behind the Dozens.

I turned my eyes to the Dozens.

“There's an ambush. There's a faint swamp up ahead, hiding in it. ”

That's why I have to trust you.

In the meantime, they must have bypassed some of the soldiers.

Ambush, petulance.

It's been three days since we launched an ambush.

I've seen how these guys look.

‘A Straggler.’

Defenders who were scattered by an ambush and flowed all the way here.

‘You survived through the dirt. ’

He would have wandered the plains without a piece of bread.

It looks like the dirt is really messed up.

“What is the number of ambushed enemies? ”

“It looks white. ”

Hundreds of Stragglers, stupidity who can't eat properly, who stare at the supplies.

‘Stacking a small ball on the way is not bad. ’

“Prepare for an all-out assault. ”

He was cautious, but believed that he judged with his own eyes.

In his words, the soldiers who were playing the horse with the wagon on one side also came down.

“All X.O.s stand by for ambush. ”

Ten Dozens stand behind you with orders.

“Watch your step! ”

The captain shouts.

“There are people hiding in the swamp! ”

Then the white captain's voice resounded.

Then the two who were watching me run away fearlessly.

The fluttering foam looks ridiculous.

I'm embarrassed, and I turn around and scream.

“Shit! It's stuck! Everybody, run!”

“Get up! Fall back! Retreat!”

“Whoa!”

Soldiers scramble and rise from the swamp.

Compared to friendly soldiers charging in, it's too slow.

It was long enough to cut his head off.

“Damn it, Captain Chris! ”

A voice of grumbling against the commander of your allies, I think you'll burst into laughter.

“All · · ·! ”

Kill him.

I couldn't finish saying that.

The ideals happened on the front line.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Dozens of people disappeared in a heartbeat.

"What?"

The same was true of those who had not overcome inertia since then.

I fell in love with the floor and fell in love.

Puff puff. Dirt clumps into the dirt from the ground hitting your hand, spraying it everywhere.

The soldiers tremble in amazement and try to climb up to the ground.

"Why?"

The swamp wasn't deep enough, so it must have been hiding like that.

However, the soldier sinks downward.

“Help me!”

The first soldier is already down to his neck. The soldier shouts with his head held high.

“Gimme! Gimme the line! ”

Idiot!

If you try to save an ally here, it's over.

“Leave the trapped people alone! ”

The white commander stopped and shouted.

Just fix it. Slowly step back, hold your formation, hold your defenses tight, and then salvage it.

‘Not all of them are deep. Then they wouldn't be hiding. ’

It was a cold judgment. It was time to end that judgment and open your mouth.

“Axe!”

Cry hits your ear.

The voice was familiar.

It's the same voice I just heard, but the energy inside it is different.

Turning to the side, you see the restless soldier who ran away earlier.

He was a different person than before.

I silently look at myself with cold eyes.

I felt goosebumps as soon as I saw it.

An enemy with two axes gallops in front of him.

There was no room for command. I didn't have time to say anything.

Enemies rush towards you in horror.

*

The fight for the Pathfinder begins on the ground.

What land do you fight in? What terrain do you fight in?

The terrain, plus one more to fight it out.

It's time.

If you have time to sell a trap that will attract the enemy, the fight will be easier.

I had a tent. I had a white band.

In cold terms, my white team was the weakest unit on the battlefield.

I don't have enough training and rarely ever touch my hands.

Only wounded troops from the 5th, 6th and 7th infantry.

Some of them were flying and strong soldiers, but most were injured by slowness or amputated limbs and amputated arms.

A group of soldiers with reduced combat abilities.

A frontal battle with white troops like this?

That sounds terrible. That's why I needed another weapon.

All that was left of me was the terrain, except for the tent and the white belt.

Deep swamp, this was my best weapon yet.

“Run!”

When the ambush caught, we fled in despair.

I'd say it's a good act, but it's the truth.

“Damn it! Captain Chris! ”

I heard you grumble at me. That's smoke.

When I stood on the tent above the swamp, the swift saw what would happen.

The enemy was smart and foolish.

Me and Lynd stand on the swamp, stretching the tension of the tent.

It was close.

In order to do this, I did not intentionally tear this part.

Lind and I escaped when we saw the enemy invade.

The floor rumbles, staggering, treading through an impenetrable area, followed by Lind.

Let's barely get out.

“Ow!”

“What! What!?! ”

After plunging down to the waist, it quickly locks up to the top of the neck.

“Help me!”

It was a distressing cry for relief.

Some of the enemy's forces are locked into the swamp.

“It worked.”

Lind mutters.

“It's a start. ”

I spit it out and ran to the side.

You can see the axe and some of the soldiers coming out of the swamp.

He told the axe to keep the teenagers as small as the soldiers.

“Axe.”

“Hook!”

I ran up to his shoulder as he snorted and answered.

A quick bypass maneuver moves while the enemy is stunned.

The target is the enemy's flank and rear.

“Axe!”

When I see an enemy, I shout and look at me with the white blacksmith on his shout.

I knew the moment I laid eyes on him.

‘I won.'

Surprise and awe are in the eyes of the enemy.

The ambush was a trap, and it was a trap to show me and Lind standing.

A double triple layer of fish caught in the net.

“You!”

As the axe raced, I heard the angry White Captain's voice.

He is the sharpest blade I have.

When I calmly assess his skills, I judge him to be chewing on a dizzy white centurion.

Tsk!

As soon as the enemy's leader swings his sword parallel to the ground, the axe's body enters.

It looks close enough to my arms.

The weapon of the axe is a hand axe with a short sack. That distance is also effective enough.

I only saw the back of the axe. To be precise, the wide back seemed to be twisting and rising up.

Puwak!

From the bottom to the top, it was an upward blow.

The axe attacks split the enemy in half.

As my body split in half, my intestines and blood poured out onto the floor.

Look at him. That was not a calculated move.

It was an instinctive blow, like an animal.

I didn't think about it.

You don't know what you'll have to settle if you fight properly.

The enemy was embarrassed and frightened. I knew the axe and dug a hole in it.

You dodged the first blow with your life.

If the enemy had remained calm, he would have been attacked by an axe.

But the enemy could not remain calm.

He was already about to set a few traps.

An enemy in that situation.

‘On the contrary, this is the moment I hate the most. ’

I do what I don't want to be done to the enemy.

That's the foundation of combat.

The axe slashes its hand to the side, and the blood spills out to the side.

And they run straight at the men behind the commander.

Boom! Boom!

An axe blade smashes the enemies to pieces without cause.

And I looked at it, and I took a breath and I shouted,

“I killed the captain! ”

The moment I shouted, Digo shouted.

“I killed the captain! Kill them all! ”

I like your voice.

I shouted and examined the situation. I saw Lind pull the protest from one side.

Catching the White Captain isn't the end of the fight.

“Don't panic! Shields up! Stop them! ”

They have a mark on their chest. These are the Dozens of EightMoon.

Lind bounced the protest.

Ting!

Puck!

“Get back there! ”

The man who commanded the soldiers will tear the floor down.

No one can talk with an arrow in his throat.

Boom! Boom!

One more down on the ground.

One by one, the enemy's Dowager falls to the ground and becomes food for the swamp.

The axe breaks its head and Lynd breaks its waist.

My predicament has been the same from the beginning until now.

Hit the head and break the center, and the rest collapses on its own.

The Axe Teenage made a war.

In the meantime, Digo raises his spear.

Boom!

“Chug!”

The user smashes an enemy into a spear, and the target's foot leaves and rolls to the ground.

She's strong.

The man falls to the ground, his head snaps at someone's feet and he falls unconscious.

Of course he was dead.

I grabbed the teenage boy with the axe on purpose.

The swamps, the axes and the teenagers behind them, end of the moment.

Digo and the rest of the team form a siege circle.

At this point, fewer than twenty people remained.

“Ahhhh!”

A terrified soldier leaps into the swamp and falls in love.

Glug glug and lock yourself in.

The other soldier who saw it couldn't even run.

“Drop your weapons and surrender, all of you. ”

“Fuck you!”

I guess I didn't weigh much.

Tough guy yells and rushes at me.

The moment I saw him running, a chunky back obscured my sight.

The axe closes in front of me, rubbing two hand axes together.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

A terrifying sound echoes from his weapon.

And an axe approaching him.

It's that moment.

Puck!

“Ugh!”

A spear sticks out of the side of the man who was running.

“No way.”

It was Digo.

Axe at the front and Digo at the side.

Two of my best scouts.

"Ugh, ugh. These filthy bastards."

You speak so well with a hole in your side.

Meanwhile, I stepped forward.

Pearls.

I gathered their attention just by taking a few steps.

The spear in your hand, and the enemy on the ground.

Enemy pupils vibrate. Looking at it, I took a picture of the spear to the floor.

Puck!

I have a spear in his back, still breathing.

“Turn it off!”

You still have the energy to scream.

I pressed the spear down.

Couddeuk.

A spear pierces into the enemy's back slowly.

Just hearing it gives me the creeps.

“Shhhhh!”

Screaming carries the soldier's pain.

Tak.

He grabbed my boot.

"Kill, kill."

That guy is really expensive.

I was willing to accept his request.

I put my strength into the spear and plunged it deeper into his body.

The foaming man convulses and stops trembling.

Dead.

Enemies and allies watched with their mouths closed.

Feeling the wire, I took my hand off the window and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

“Whew.”

I exhale and still look at the twenty soldiers facing us with clumsy weapons.

“Gulp.”

I heard someone swallow my saliva.

The frightened eyes, cold sweat, and enemies' intentions were the ground.

“Surrender.”

The moment my mouth opened.

Tong, Tong!

The fielders drop their spears and shields on the ground.