From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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A swamp bitten red.

A tent trap that could not overcome the weight of dozens of people was dragged into the swamp.

“First of all.”

I just tied the hands and feet of twenty prisoners and put them together on one side.

There were six supply wagons behind me.

“Let's start with this. ”

At the end of my sentence, the soldiers came and grabbed the goods from the wagon.

"Lynd, is there anything else around?"

“I can't see it. ”

Jaitulas Plain is vast. So there is no risk of sneaking up on an ambush.

‘I've got a wide supply line. ’

I checked the supplies inside.

“Everybody down. ”

I was looking for some supplies that were pouring out.

I crouched down and picked up a lump of iron.

A horse's hoof.It's not much.

You also see hay and oats piled up on the other wagon.

“Who do you work for? ”

I asked one of the prisoners.

A frightened soldier opens his mouth.

“I belong to the White Legion, one of the soldiers. ”

The brutal killing effect of a fearless soldier.

Put your forehead to the ground and say: I turned away from my shaky shoulders and turned my eyes.

I took another look at where Lind found the enemy and saw Sercado's troops again.

I drew a virtual map in my head.

You can see Serca and Palmer's position against the vast plains.

And a line was drawn on the map.

Originally, this supply depot was a way through. Eventually, I guessed where they had arrived.

There are no hay and oat piles for the infantry.

"The presence of horseshoes, hay, oats, and wine has made me realize who these supplies are for."

‘A supply of high-ranking personnel. ’

Though not commander, they are at least Knight-level, and the rest are Cavalry supplies.

At the end of the line I drew, there will be a cavalry of Armies.

If you look at the supplies, you can see the progress of the enemy.

I firmly remember the position of the enemy's cavalry in my mind.

"If there is a Marine, there are two. ’

If a Marine is in charge of commanders, knights, and cavalry supply, two will be in charge of the other.

If we know the progress of our enemies, we can also know the progress of our allies.

Jaitulas Plain is not a battlefield full of talent.

Strength versus strength, a vast plains is used to make two armies fight like that.

It would have been settled in a seemingly obvious form.

‘Good.'

“Are the wagons empty? ”

“I emptied it. ”

The wagon will be our feet, our camouflage.

I looked at the numbers of my allies.

There are about sixty left. Even if you dig a trap and chop off the heads of your enemies, you can't be harmless to your allies.

Approximately thirty lie down here.

Open the streets in a bloody swamp.

“Dig and bury me. ”

“Yes.”

Soldiers picked up shovels from my words. I dug deep with a few shovels.

As winter approached, the ground was firm. I was going to ask the pumpkin, but if the claws grow suddenly, everyone won't be surprised.

After burying all his allies, the sun was about to go down.

“Go.”

We set up camp after a reasonable distance.

All but the rations in the wagon and a few supplies were thrown into the swamp.

After riding the wagon for six cars, Jim had a hard time driving the horse.

I can't run fast. That's why there are fewer wagons and more allies.

And you don't have to run fast.

Digo and Lind roam around, setting fire and arranging supplies.

"We have beans, we have eggs, we have cheese, we have milk, we have smoked bacon."

It's plentiful. It was a good supply for the cavalry and knighthood.

“Let's eat.”

It's a sweaty day. We also lit a fire to fill our bellies.

Grilled mud is also tasty, but the food must be balanced.

After filling my stomach firmly, I took a good seat and rested.

You put a muzzle on the prisoner's mouth and drove him into a wagon.

I put a wagon on my back, too.

Ta-da.

I sat on the floor and watched the campfire burn.

I recalled the battle of daylight.

The enemy does not know the existence of my forces. So I had to be mesmerized.

Here lies the power to break the balance.

Axe, digo, lynd, except for me.

‘On the move.'

All three had skills that I could not compare with my previous life.

Cripple.

So.

I'm greedy. Someone I don't want to be taken away from.

I risked my life to keep an outstanding man by my side.

If my power is poor, I can use someone else's power.

He focused on his ability to deal with people.

‘Now.'

I want to keep them by my side in other ways.

Not to live.

I want to stand with you on my way.

I want more than to eat, sleep, and barely survive.

What was only a dream in my past life is now a goal that I can hold in my hands.

“Aren't you sleeping? ”

Lynd, Digo, the axe approaches.

“Get some sleep.”

Kick!

Pumpkins bark in my arms.

‘Yes, you do. ’

I stroked the pumpkin's head, felt the warmth, and lay down on the mofo.

*

The next morning, I went to the wagon where the prisoners had gathered and untied one of them.

Digo stands behind me holding the weight.

“What?"

The soldier's jabbered lips tremble.

There was a scallop on my dry, cracked lips.

You looked at me like a scared puppy.

I had something to gain from them.

If you can catch a Commander, you can get quality information.

It doesn't mean the soldiers don't know anything.

“You said you were in the White House. ”

Pak.

Digo, who followed you, slaps the floor with a spear.

It's basically the same threat. I didn't torture him. I just stared at him.

But yesterday, they saw a colleague I stabbed to death.

So this is a threat enough.

Their right to life and death was in these hands.

“· · Yes. ”

The soldier calms down.

I held the Diego Pole in my arms and held it still.

"Before we set off, I need to know the supply scale and direction of movement."

My words shook the soldier's pupil.

Scale and direction, if that's all I know, is where these supplies are headed.

How much would the soldier know about Operation Palmer?

I don't want them to be magnificent.

All you need to know is what you saw.

The soldier opened his mouth to the best of his knowledge.

I asked the soldier next door the same question.

It was different to remember each other.

But they had something in common. This is the supply scale we saw before we left.

"We divided everything into white people. ”

‘It's not a one-time thing. ’

A supply station divided into small white troops.

Due to the nature of the plains, it's difficult to operate troops to cut off the supply lines.

Supply lines change every time, and it's hard to tease the troops by chasing them.

‘Even if I were Sercado, they wouldn't target the supply lines. ’

If it should be sent, at least a thousand ligaments should be sprayed.

There's only one or two supplies that can hit that thousand ligament.

Based on this soldier's words, there are more than fifteen supplies.

Perhaps the troops who predicted the assault would return divided the troops into small parts.

And one more thing.

Judging by the amount of food, water, and other supplies piled up in the supply wagon, Palmer's intentions were evident.

‘I don't intend to drag it for long. ’

The plot to use the curse failed, but it was a necessary battle before winter came.

All the soldiers said was size and direction, but I read Operation Armstrong.

Soldiers are the basis of all operations.

"If it is longer, a supply line will be built periodically. ’

I can figure it out. You can sweep the ground and follow the trail to run the elite troops.

‘A minimum of five hundred ligaments is required. ’

It's not something you can do with a hundred wounded.

I determined the situation calmly and anticipated what would happen and the consequences of it.

One thing that will happen is the blood friction clasp of the two opposing armies.

And the outcome will be Eichmann's victory.

‘Antoine Lisoness. ’

The best strategist on the continent is over there.

He is convinced of victory.

How?

You stopped the White Devil's curse.

And yet, to be certain of victory, there are other prey.

I stumbled upon a bear's memory.

What is the means to be sure of victory in the EightMoon?

With the prisoner in front of you, he shuts up, and Digo says to you,

“Why?”

"No, I want you to reanimate it."

I spoke and turned around.

There is.

If I am the enemy commander, I will take out the card to ensure victory in Palmoon.

‘The battle that would have ended the curse was long. ’

Of course, it's a good idea to draw cards from the spleen.

Out of the wagon, you look up and see a cloudless sky.

“This morning is bacon egg stew. ”

Let's get some breakfast.

No matter what you try, you have to be full.

Boggle boggle.

I put water in a large pot, boiled my arms and poured a piece of bacon on top of it.

After boiling for a while again, the oil rose above the water.

Place salt flower powder on top and pour a little red wine.

Hooray.

After a mouthful with a wooden spoon, I felt a moderately salty taste.

“Eggs.”

Three soldiers approach and put all the eggs in one place.

You swing it over with a spatula.

The foundation of every dish is the liver.

Hooray.

One more bite.

A steaming, boiling bacon caught at the end of the towel and entered my mouth.

I chewed the meat that had been chewed up.

It's soft. You can't even pour wine and catch it.

Salt flowers are just enough. The bacon itself is filled with saline.

Exactly!

I hit the pot with a spoon and said:

“Let's eat!”

Soldiers rush in from all sides.

"Hey, slow down!"

The soldiers lift the ladle and begin dispensing.

“Hurrah!”

“Delicious!”

“Great! It's always new! Captain Chris!”

My cooking is excellent. Cooking was always my responsibility when I was a mercenary commander in my previous life.

It's delicious.

I spread two bowls, one for myself and one for the floor.

A pumpkin came down from my arms.

“Thump!”

Your day is starting to look different.

The fangs seem to have grown a bit.

The pumpkin sniffs at Stu and turns his head to look at me.

“Why?”

Bam, bam.

Picture the ground several times with your feet.

What? I'm sorry.

“Thump!”

Barking, hitting the ground, looking at me. When I didn't notice, I leapt to my waist and grabbed a leather pouch.

“Huh?"

A pocket full of red herbs. Pull open the pouch by biting the strap with your mouth and then bite a few pieces of herb into the magnetic stew.

“· · · What a brave bastard. ”

“Khh.”

The pumpkin opened his eyes for a moment instead of eating.

"No, my baby, my pretty baby."

The pumpkin clearly understands me.

I'm sure.

I grabbed a pocket that fell off the floor and drank stew.

I felt feverish as the warm soup entered my body.

I feel more energetic as I feel relieved.

“Clean it up. ”

I don't clean up after cooking.

Here are only sixty of my men.

I threw away the whole bowl and went to Lind.

“Do you have your armor? ”

“About 20. I had nowhere else to put it, so I threw the rest of it away. ”

Lind took out a piece of armor and showed me.

An armor with a beautiful wolf symbol on it.

If our pumpkins are big, they'll look pretty sharp.

“Let's get back to business. ”

“When?”

“Now.”

Lind nods.

“What should I prepare? ”

There is a limit to what an injured Caucasian can do - not just sixty now.

Here, no matter how much I fly or crawl, the mosquito's pain is nothing but bitter pain to the enemy.

I wonder if each of the eight gates will return after robbing one or two of the many supply lines.

That's impossible.

“Throw away your pots and your useless pick-ups and get in the wagon full of people."

I spoke to Lynd and found Digo.

Let's explain something simple.

“Yes, you can. ”

Digo nods.

The troops are ready to leave the pickup.

The wagon in the lead was me, a soldier, and an axe on my wagon.

“Axe, if you get dizzy, don't stick your face out. ”

A wagon that does not need to hang windows.

With the soldiers tightly packed inside, six wagons filled with soldiers are completed in place of quick supplies.

“Let's go.”

I said, six wagons started to move.

Heading towards Sercado, or towards the serious gathering of Armstrong's forces.