From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“Those bastards, they're running off like crazy! ”

You deliberately step on the corpse of the enemy and shout aloud.

I killed thirty-nine of the enemy's strongmen. And in return, the march of the infantry fell apart.

Equivalent exchanges, but holes have been made in the advancement of allies since they were victimized by enemy raids.

Morale settled there, too. Too many commanders have died.

No one was guarding the wire.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? ”

“Hey, stop it! ”

“Shouldn't we back off? ”

I disagree. A scarecrow with its head cut off.

This scarecrow is so broken that it can't even play a role in chasing sparrows.

Enemy infantry forces have been advancing since.

“Wow!"

The enemy shouts faint, and some stagger backwards, pushing back.

I'd rather have a hard fight. I'm gonna fight like crazy.

The wounds left by 50 enemy infantry are extensive. I gave them gifts that much, of course.

‘Even if you win a small battle, you lose a war. ’

At a glance, I caught my breath.

Not much experience in large battlefields. I still have a lot of experience in battlefields like this.

Pathfinder often leads the retreat on the battlefield of defeat.

‘There's no escaping here. ’

Once you limit your options to retreat, it becomes clear what to do.

This is what I have to do here. We save our fallen allies and hold them off.

To do that, all I have to do is keep the wire and the scam.

At the end of the thought, a cry came out naturally.

I had no time to think. I moved in a reflexive manner.

“My name is Chris the White Captain of Cercado! ”

I puffed up my chest and shouted aloud. The vision of nearby allies gathers.

What is the most important thing to raise morale, the value of the name they will believe in.

If you don't have a knight or a commander, such as this or that, even a decent appearance can help.

I didn't have all three. He is not only a knight, he is a white commander, and he is thirty-nine stooges in his body, but a boy on the outside.

Instead, you can write what no one else has.

“The leader of the unit that killed those bastards! ”

The enemy's elite troops are shaking and many commanders are dead. Many commanders also died in the rapid troops.

If the infantry was on the front line, there were no sailors on this ship.

I had to fill that vacancy. At least those they acknowledged had to lead their allies. I pulled my strings for it.

“Saint Chris? ”

“The lactating captain?”

Motherfucker, tits up, who is it?

Now it's almost forgotten. Fortunately, no one was able to replicate it.

There were four infantry to seven infantry troops, and my name was more famous to the soldiers than the commanders of my allies.

A white commander who prevented the curse, Saint Chris.

I thought you knew someone.

“Saint Chris! ”

“Saint! Saint! ”

“Saint!"

Enemy waves restore morale to allies.

“We are a cursed army! Be with Saint Chris! ”

I was drunk with words I would never be able to say.

I cried out in an unknown heat.

“Oooh!”

“Saint!"

“Together! ”

“Let's fight!”

Tremble from toe to toe.

It gives me goosebumps all over my body.

This was an experience I had never experienced in my previous life, leading my troops on the front lines, and at the front.

It is also a place for demonstrating generals, commanders and forces.

Let's enjoy the excitement. What we need now is not a cold head, but a fierce heat.

I cried out, breathing in the heat of the battlefield.

“All forces.”

The cheers of the allies spread quickly. The spread of two Saint letters on the wide front was quick.

“Spin!”

My cry commands me. Run and fight.

Your heart is beating. Show me what you have here.

What you need to maintain the wire, it's powerless.

The power to butter and kill enemies in front of you.

Power sometimes goes beyond tactics, making fun of strategy, and fills a gap in progress.

The hand holding the spear is hot.

I looked at the soldier running toward me.

They were all infantry armed with alarms, leather armor, spears, swords, etc.

Whitrick.

The spear spins like a hurricane.

Boom!

I didn't stab him, I smashed his head with a big swing.

You raise your foot at the same time.

You punch him in the head and kick him right between the legs.

“... Turn it off, eh! ”

You turn away from the grounded soldier, unable to even scream properly.

I reached in my arms. The throwing dagger flies into the light.

Stab forward with a spear raised. As the soldier slits his throat, blood gushes like fountains.

In the meantime, you can see the enemy approaching. Without breathing, you swing your elbows across.

Boom!

The one with the temples falls like a doll.

It was all in one breath.

‘If you fight with strength like Digo, you won't last long. ’

We killed five soldiers and knocked them down, and then it opened up a little bit.

“Charge! Kill them all! Charge forward and backward! Crush the enemy!”

Enemies are swarming. My eyes quickly glance over their chests.

‘Chest.’

Commander's rank. I had to kill them.

Then the path to victory will be opened.

‘I can't go. ’

Keeping my place here is overwhelming.

Ping!

Why this protest sounds so clear in the middle of a war.

Puck!

Lynd did exactly as I told him, as he had learned in battle with me.

His arrow pierces the enemy's head.

The head of the enemy with the chest is tied to an arrow and knocked to the ground.

“Digo!"

“Here I am!”

We can't stop this place alone.

The only thing I made after I killed those five moments was a stopping line.

If this place is breached, it's only a retreat.

It's the last place I'm standing. This is the last stop line here.

“Axe!”

“Hook!"

Hey, that's not a nostril, that's a breath.

It's tiring. I understand.

But if you step back from here, everything you've done will fly away.

“Hang on!"

Digo attaches a broken left arm to his body and puts a shield over it.

After the battle, I might have to cut off that arm.

You can see the axe blade is wet with blood. The axe blades that I used to sharpen every day were shattered.

I held out my right hand. You grab the spear with your left hand and kick a sword off the ground with the back of your foot.

Tak. I grabbed it with my right hand.

“Come in!"

Enemies have been coming ever since.

I use the spear of my left hand to strike back at them and stab the sword in my right hand.

Then, on the contrary, he strikes the nearest attack with his sword and stabs his stomach with a spear.

The enemy is pushed back, unable to pierce, and falls.

“Side!"

Someone shouts from behind. The man closest to me suddenly draws his dagger.

I kept my head down.

Boom!

Your forehead is pinging.

I smash his nose bone with my fist and raise his jaw with my sword.

Out of the way!

You hear the cracking of your jaw.

He swings his sword across, instead of defending himself, and aims his spear forward.

“Town, town."

I breathed briefly. It's endless. I don't know how many of them I've killed.

How long until this is over?

The feverish flesh starts squeaking with excitement. But I opened my eyes and looked ahead.

I can see the enemy staggering.

“Fifth infantry! Maxon joins us. ”

“This is Zerov, 6th Infantry. ”

“This is Mike, 4th Infantry. ”

A mental strength worn out by the exhausted body.

I don't even know how much I fought here.

Nothing came into my head for sure. I am not a commander now, but a soldier who maintains the front lines.

I just knew that as I was fighting, more and more people stood by me.

“Saint Commander. Step back and breathe. ”

“I don't need it. ”

I solemnly refused the offer.

The fight is not over yet.

Why won't the enemy's tide end?

My olfactory senses are numb and I don't smell anything. My eyes were blurry.

‘Tired.’

How many times in your life have you fought with your life?

I was the commander behind it. Fighting on the front line was not my job.

I gave strength to the hand holding the spear.

In the meantime, the enemy is pushed back.

“Hot!"

A sigh burst from my mouth. I didn't want it to sound like a squeeze.

My arms are shaking.

Puck!

But the spear went straight out.

There was not a single speck of gunpowder pierced through the enemy's throat.

You raise your sword perpendicular to the ground.

Kick!

An enemy swung his sword at you.

The sound of iron and iron clashing echoes through your ears.

“Die!"

An ally's soldier cracks the soldier's head.

Who did he say he was?

“Thank you, Maxon. ”

I remember the name. It was Maxon of the 5th Infantry.

Looking at the people standing next to me, I felt limited.

But it is war that cannot be stopped.

The battlefield is where you swing your swords and spears and shoot your arrows before you die.

“Ahhhh!”

It was a shout close to the scream. Unlike my previous life, I wanted a lot of things to change, and I acted that way.

And then I realized the difference.

I looked strange on the front line.

To block the waves of enemy troops on the frontline.What a bunch of real knights.

That's what I thought.

“Enough.”

How many fights did he have? Someone grabbed me and said that my foot slipped and fell on the floor covered in blood.

“That was enough.”

Who is it? I look back and see a familiar redhead.

“We won. ”

Whelken said, I blinked my eyes and looked forward.

Then I saw a group of enemies standing in front of me.

All eyes are filled with fear. See what?

Wheelken?

No, their gaze was drawn to me.

“That's enough. Today's victory is all thanks to you. ”

This is the moment I heard Whelken's words. I closed my eyes.

I feel like I've used up all my stamina gauges and pierced through the floor and spread out what was underneath.

“Carry him.”

You hear the last of the wheelchairs. I lost my mind in the end.

*

“Charge!”

War is a living, breathing creature. If we cannot read the change without riding the current, we are messengers who kill people in it.

Commander Armstrong makes frequent mistakes due to his quick excitement, but I thought he would instinctively read the flow of the battlefield.

“Charge all troops! Run!”

A messenger leaps in all directions, and all infantry forces attack.

‘Paltis.’

The unbeatable infantry that was raised by Palmoon showed great effect.

Sercado's advance collapses, leaving gaps everywhere. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to catch and reflect on your testicles for the rest of your life.

“What about the Paltites? ”

“You're back! ”

‘Not all of them will be safe. ’

I scattered my progress to fifty.

Paltis has taken fewer than ten damage from his allies. The commander could understand his confidence.

‘Fifty. ’

I laughed. In the meantime, Sercado's heart breaks open as he's been plagued by them.

“Tell them to regroup. ”

Well done.I 'll rest and share my accomplishments later.

‘It's time to share. ’

Their troops are not yet known to the public.

It's like a shadow army.

‘Course I've done most of it. ’

I had the help of the Paltits, but all I needed was a spoonful of well-boiled stew.

“The paltites have assembled! ”

“Yes."

You press down on the laughter and walk towards them.

I can see an ally attacking the enemy.

The difference between a forward-looking opponent and an unsuccessful opponent and a large number is dramatic.

‘This fight won before it even started. ’

Commander Armstrong thought so. A miracle made by only 50 infantry soldiers.

‘No.'

Let's not share our accomplishments. The commander shakes his head and hits Paltis.

“Well done, Captain Paltis. ”

When I was excited, I gave him the title of commander.

But Paltis' condition was strange.

"What's the matter with you? ’

Pupils are slightly dilated. A face that has been slapped on the cheek from everywhere.

No, I don't look like my wife cheated on me with another man when I returned home after the trip.

“Paltis?”

“I don't know why. ”

“Month?”

A deputy approached me right next to him and whispered in my ear.

“Only twelve of them have survived, including Captain Paltis. ”

“… Huh? ”

Suddenly, my back was cold. Jaiturist rotation is a battle at least once every two years.

I don't think anyone can have the whole plains with a local war like this.

What was important in this battle was a test of your strategy and your new power.

But the White Devil's strategy failed, and he lost nearly forty strong soldiers who would become his force.

‘If you look at this and post it. ’

The elders of Armstrong will love it.

My throat became cooler.

The commander rolls his head desperately.

‘Paltis must not die. ’

“Return directly to your home country. ”

I said it and then I thought again. There's a way to get through this shit. When it comes to crisis, my head turns around.

I'm not frustrated yet. There's an exit.

‘A specialty that no one can expect. ’

There is an army of 50 infantry soldiers. Win a spin.

‘Break through the front lines and hit the enemy city. ’

Across the plains of Zayturas, we will conquer the fortified city of Count Van Ludwig.

It's a real victory.

It wasn't just impossible. All you have to do is break through the fraught enemy's advance.

“… to the battlefield! ”

I finished thinking and ran to the battlefield. On the way, you see a messenger approaching.

Is it through already? ’

I couldn't wait for the messenger to breathe to the end of his chin, so I urged him.

“What's the news? ”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, wire. ”

“From the front?”

“It's impenetrable. ”

“... Have you found an article on Vise? ”

Is there such a luxury workforce here? There aren't even a few people on the continent.

“That's not true, but a group of soldiers will stop it. ”

Occasionally. A soldier with extraordinary talents.

It's a talent that bursts out of moments of urgency. He has seen many of them in his home country.

“Pierce.”

I needed a bold move. Let's go through and kill him.

Yeah. Come on. Try to stop it. But how far will it go in a muddled formation?

He spilled his entire infantry.

I stood on the battlefield and watched the battle for half a day.

You see a wire that doesn't collapse like a collapse. The sun was slowly setting and the sun was setting.

“Haha."

My heart stopped again. I wanted to smash my chest with a dagger for stuffiness.

I laughed at the emptiness.

“Impenetrable? ”

The commander closes his eyes after spitting at himself.

‘I lost.'

He saw it, too. A boy soldier was in the center of it.

A man who keeps the wire and hears saints around him.

Chris.

His name was stuck in his brain.

“Retreat.”

Commander Armand had to admit defeat.