From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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The prisoner is abandoned in the swamp before departing.

Nothing would have been found for a while.

Well, if you're lucky, and if you're unlucky, you're dead.

Even so, we didn't have the capacity to take him.

Cannerucks are drawn to the Thousand Ligaments? ’

Not enough achievements. I will lead at least five hundred men.

Reward when the ball is raised.

The commander won't look away unless he's a fool.

Even if you can't make it a knight in a heartbeat, you have to give him a corresponding reward.

Public rewards raise the morale of commanding forces.

Conversely, if you don't do it, your morale drops like crazy.

“Which way are you going? ”

Not long after we left, Lind approached and asked.

The horse riding the wagon was slow, but steady.

I was walking as slowly as possible to avoid physical exhaustion.

“To the front.”

We have feet. Foot with camouflage.

"Front, got it."

Lind turns away immediately, instead of raising questions. I will think about why I did what I did.

That's the way it's supposed to be. The type who sees a problem and feels excited to solve it rather than know the answer.

We climbed into the wagon and crossed the plain.

No one knew that some of Sercado's troops were behind the gates and that Palmund's suppliers had been ambushed.

Without a face in the wagon, all the soldiers hide.

The wagon continues to move.

I spoke slowly to the soldiers acting as a chariot.

“Don't panic. Just look behind me and follow me. ”

I went straight to the base of the Palm Moon.

I think of a line that bends gently to the side of the line towards the cavalry.

A line that penetrates the infantry of Armstrong.

That was the way I had to lead them now.

DagDagDagDagDag.

Jim moves with his allies burned.

Soon, I saw a scout by Armstrong.

There were three soldiers with dust on their shoulders.

The soldier in the lead approaches. Then he peeks at the wagon and asks,

“What about the guards? ”

I sat in the carriage seat and leaned against my back.

One hand loosely grasps the whip and half closed his eyes.

This is what a tired horseman looks like.

"He left soon after I got nearby. I have something urgent to report."

“Really?"

The scout nods.

There must have been two scouts here. There was no way to know if the escorts had gone first or if they had gone to the ground before they returned and checked.

“Ugh.”

You leave the scout behind and lightly urge the horse. The wagon moved forward again.

The wagon shakes up and down on the rough ground.

The soldiers in the rear must be suffering.

You meet with the scout again and have a similar conversation.

And I arrived at the realm of Armstrong.

A long march of soldiers. You see the soldiers stand guard between the tents of the liver.

There are no soldiers who are frightened and surprised to see their troops.

They only looked at me with their eyes.

I put on the armor of my arms and urged him to speak again.

“Blurry.”

Dagdagdagdagda.

I walked.

The most advantageous heights in the battle of separating the enemy are when they deceive the enemy.

Every spy is a potential assassin, and sometimes the assassin has a tendency.

In my past life, I've known a lot about assassination operations with small troops.

If you can deceive your enemies, that's the best option, and if you can't deceive them, assassination is something you can't even dream of.

The six wagons crossed through the armpit without interruption.

A passing soldier once in a while asked me a question at the front, but no one suspected it.

On the way there, the man with the White Captain's mark stopped him.

“Where are we going? ”

“Up ahead. Get the wagon in from the front." ”

"Aigoo, where is such a thing? I've been waiting a long time for this."

“I have one bottle left · · ·. ”

I took out a bottle of wine hidden in the stables.

Beginnings and drinks are the best luxury for soldiers to enjoy.

“· · · Yes. The kids out front are struggling. ”

As the White Captain's ashes fell, there was no one to stop him.

"Hey, get out of the way. I'll go ahead."

I spoke to him again.

Everyone in the wagon is silent, not even breathing loudly.

Those who sat in the carriage seats were also nervous.

I want to catch me at some point and give a talk about acting.

But nobody caught us.

A wagon with the emblem on its forehead. I can't imagine it would have been attacked there.

All of which made this result.

It's like escaping with a wounded soldier.

At that time, if the enemy was about to open his eyes, this time he just hid his eyes and passed by.

When I reached the very front, I looked across to Sercado Jinji.

Juju Island.

I took off the armor on my arm.

Wind seeped into my rough, thin cloth.

‘It's freezing. ’

When I take off my armor, my warmth fades and I feel like I'm standing naked in front of the enemy.

So far, I've been deceived well. I can't cheat now.

Looking back, you see an ally sitting on the carriage seat with red eyes.

A red eye with a burst vein thanks to tension and pressure.

“Blurry.”

The horse moves forward again.

Between enemies and allies, allies and foes, and fielding in opposition.

"Hey, where are we going?"

The soldier behind you asks. After leaving the front and moving forward, the soldier is surprised and asks.

A soldier leans on his shoulders and opens his pants, whether he pees or poops.

I looked straight ahead, ignoring it neatly.

A vast plain is visible.

“Of course.”

It was time to spit.

“Ugh!”

I picked up the whip and smashed the horse.

Ta-da!

Hiiiy!

The horse lifts his front leg high and runs like crazy.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

It was not faster than running, but this was enough.

“Run!”

Five more wagons ran behind me.

Soldiers with nervous and excited voices shout.

“Go!”

“Run! Run! ”

Qarrr!

The wagon is racing like crazy.

Tuddeup!

The wheels falter on the boulder.

‘Hang on a little longer. ’

You have to run on two legs from then on if you are overturned.

I don't want to do that.

A field where two confronting armies raise their strength between allies and the enemy.

Six wagons pass in between.

No one opened their mouths to the awkwardness.

Two or two.

As the wagon approaches Sercado's camp, the archer in front raises his bow.

“Don't shoot! ”

In front of him, a familiar face welcomed me.

A canoe truck.

If it was an unfamiliar face, I would desperately shout out as an ally and try to avoid the arrow that hides in the wagon.

There were a lot of ways to prove you were an ally when you got close. All you had to do was stick together.

I'm glad you don't have to.

Canneruck has repaired his allies.

And in response to that timing, he reacted.

“Damn it! Follow!”

It's a backburst. Looking back, a section of Armstrong's infantry tears apart and chases us mad.

But I've already cleared the streets. Let's turn away from the pursuers and look ahead.

“Protect your allies! ”

You can see the Cannerruck leaping forward in fear.

"What? Hey, who's that guy?"

You hear one of the knights shout from behind you, but the Canneruck does not stop and runs again.

“Commander Chris of the 7th Infantry! ”

“· · · What? Who?”

A canoe raced in front of me and met my eyes. We swiped and ran in the other direction.

Behind me was an army of armored men rushing in.

It was a flare from a battle that was fired at an unexpected moment.

Tsk, tsk!

The troops standing in the lead are horrified.

Crushes and breaks. Blood splatters and wars between allies and enemies continue.

“Kill him!”

Puck!

A broken ally punches the opposing Pokémon in the face.

It was a mess.

‘This was unexpected. ’

It wasn't a battle yet, it was a confrontation.

I understood the situation in a moment.

The allies gather their strength so as not to be swayed by the enemy's cunning, and Armstrong waits for supplies, watching Sercado like that.

Both of them intended to collide with the maximum force.

When I crossed between two rising armies and a confronting army, that was the signal.

“Kill them all! ”

Hot blood soon warms the field.

The heat of the battle seeps into the cold air.

The battle was not long.

The battle in turmoil ended before the cavalry could move.

Dozens of dead bodies were rolling over the field.

Gaaaah!

Birds greeting for corpses cry for a long time on top of it.

An armed force approaches me, waiting quietly.

“Whoa.”

A knight without a bloody helmet. When I exhale, my breath becomes white and I swoon up and spread.

A knight approaches me, loosening his steam, sweeping me up and down.

“Who are you? ”

“This is Chris, White Captain of the 7th Infantry. ”

The knight frowns.

"The 7th infantry has a hundred queeks.This guy was the commander beside me before."

The knight points to the approaching canoe.

In a short amount of time, the gunnery is covered in the blood of the enemy.

I don't think he's hurt bad.

In a few days, I could barely feel my stomach.

The acolyte approaches and receives his helmet as he brings it to his side.

You wiped your sweat and opened your mouth more than a knight or me.

“That Saint Chris is you, isn't it? ”

Rumors are always faster than feet. If you're referring to the wonderful man who stopped the White Devil's curse, that's correct.

“Yes.”

“I don't think I should judge your behavior. Take him to the Third Order. ”

Yes, this article is dedicated to its role. Taking down an enemy is a sword, spear, and bow.

The division of the enemy is not the sword, but the head.

And he's not the head of this unit.

There is a commander in the military called the ‘Order'.

First, second, third. I think the Third Order is in charge of this infantry.

Canneruck is next to you.

“I'll lead the way. ”

“Suit yourself. ”

The knight nods and turns. You can see the acolyte approaching and removing the knight's chain armor.

Screw you.

You step forward with a heavy voice behind you.

The sun rose high at noon, but it was not a warm day, even if it was a lie.

You exhale as you walk, and your white breath comes out.

“I knew you'd be alive. ”

Canneruck next door said. I replied, watching him walk with me.

“Where's your belly? Familiarity is gone.”

“It's not a battlefield that will survive on fat. ”

He said and laughed. I've never seen Canneruck smile like this before.

A soft smile remains on your evil face.

In the meantime, you see red marks on your face as to how many injuries you've sustained.

· · · This feels weirder than I thought. It's like seeing a long-lost father coming back.

Actually, she's about my age.

“What about Fedel and Ralph? ”

“I brought him with me to my command. ”

Boom boom.

I began to see a clean tent from afar. Maybe that's where the order lives.

“You brought sixty wounded soldiers? ”

"Most of the heavy casualties are dead, but yes."

I saved sixty soldiers.

“I was lucky. ”

“If I had two good fortunes, I'd be a knight. It's not luck, it's skill. ”

“There's a word for luck. ”

"Is that so?"

He also has feelings beyond trust in his eyes.

I think I'd believe anything. Canneruck put his hand on my shoulder.

“Anyway, welcome back. ”

I feel weird tapping my shoulder. My face itches.

“You don't like men, do you? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

Or else, I just asked because I was a little hurt in my past life.

“Stop.”

Walking like that to the front of the tent, a knight of sharp impression stopped us.

I'll use it as an awl because I have a sharp jaw.

“This is Ludwig, the humble servant. ”

He was an escort.

‘Third Order. ’

Benjamin Ludwig, the firstborn son of Earl van Ludwig.

“I'm here to report back. ”

In front of him, I smiled and replied.