From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“Do you know the way? ”

One of the fighters asks me: It was not my mistake to feel challenging.

One hundred men, and Count Van Ludwig, gave me some useful men. Then there was a slight discord.

Originally, the cavalry could be frustrated because each one had a White Captain position, and only a Squire and a White Captain above them. I follow orders, but I can see them disobeying me and my group.

“Yes.”

I took the map out of my arms.

“It's not a military map, and you're going to see it? ”

Earl Ludwig made me watch the military map for myself. I saw it well, too. I just didn't need much.

I had my maps. It's not because of my herb slaves... but because of Murdock and the children, who are dedicated herbalists.

How many herbs have I used in the meantime? I couldn't fill all of them near David. I've been digging up herbs farther and farther.

Thanks to that, I have a map of the features all the way across Sunset Hyde, around David.

A map made based on herbs. Pumpkins took care of the risks outside the Triangle area. My son is growing more and more territorial.

Pumpkins even swallowed herbs for snacks in the first place, so that's where he's headed. It was the herb field I needed.

“Only hundreds of scouts have been defeated by the enemy so far. ”

Are you sure you're okay with this? It's a bag of mercenaries, not too weak to use it for power.

A routine reconnaissance mission would be enough, but not right now.

Well, they were exchanging opinions among themselves.

“I did.”

“And you're still going? ”

If you're going to stop it, just stop it. I'm already out of the unit and moving slowly as a complement. Well, if you say something like that on the base, it's almost at the bottom of the cliff.

If I were Ludwig, the Keeper of the Wall would give me a sword.

A worthy, discardable hand.

I'd give it to you. The battalion rank cavalry is already on the move in order to get information about the enemy because the scouts have been cut off. In the meantime, I'm out. Earl Ludwig seemed to think so, a gamble worth losing.

I stumbled upon his thoughts and looked far away. Terrain nearby already entered. I don't get lost, Pathfinder.

“I originally scouted the area. May I ask where you're going? ”

What kind of cards can be discarded?

Either. Bad background, bad listeners.

“Let's make it cool. Are we running away? ”

These are the latter. They fight well on horses, but they don't listen to words. A hand you can throw away.

So I like it even more.

“Stop talking. By order of the First Order, you command me. I hate the lower extremities. ”

“No, I mean, ”

“Let's stop.”

He's the only one who stands out. I saw thin eyes between the short, brown hair. It reminds me of a sharp blade somewhere.

“You all have an idea. ”

Where the fuck is he from? I don't think he's a nobleman after all. I've already run 10,000 a day.

Their protests were not understandable. I didn't intend to use my hands to cut down on my allies.

These are my precious knives, too. A stupid commander swings a sword at his men, and a dumber one can't swing a knife.

You can't kill everyone if you don't listen. There are better ways to get here than on the battlefield.

“Chris, I see what you're saying. ”

Lind, who has a good eye, approaches and says, Now I'm starting to see it.

There is a saying among the Ancient languages of the Northern Empire that if it is stopped, it will be completely incapacitated. If you know the enemy and me, you can't lose.

Well, it's a lot to lose, but it's a good word for me now.

I know what the enemy has. It's fast feet and food. Red-Mane Scouts blindfold their allies and block their ears.

Their rations, which are represented by meat powder, do not require any supplies with water.

What if I were the commander of those two?

While you were on your way, you had to plunder the town and create refugees to supply water based on your strategy to get to Sunset Hyde.

But some bastard stopped all the wells and took the villagers away. Except for two.

Would it be anxious? Would it be anxious?

“You'll be very anxious. ”

"Huh?"

Lind looks at me and asks me again.

“No.”

“I'm nervous.”

Even if you are trained, you cannot remove the tension from the battlefield. There, only Lindman saw the enemy. And only Digo and the axe, who knew Lynd's vision, were compatible with him.

“See?”

“Yes. I think there are quite a few, but I think we can get a closer look at the magnitude. ”

“Progress. ”

With that said, the troops move forward again. A regular trooper walking at the same speed.

It would be frustrating for those who made running a long term and running a slow walk.

I turned my back on them and became their commander again. The insecure commander will want to secure the water source.

So I drew a single shortest route for the enemy to Sunset Hydro and wiped out all the villages on that route.

Then what source will they secure? There is no well.

Only two wells remain. Maybe that's what the enemy did, too.

I haven't done anything, but it's doubtful enough. I'd find running water. Four rivers.

If we keep going straight, we'll meet one of the four families. It's not a river, but there's a pretty wide stream of water. A water source where thousands of soldiers don't drink it.

I don't know who the commander sent in this battle, but I think I know who sent him. We will send commanders who will wield their swords appropriately, rather than bravely. Commanders with already many advantages require generals to lead a stable victory.

Well, otherwise. Anyway, assuming that we predict the behavior patterns of the enemy commanders,

Where are the enemy scouts now?

If I were you, I'd look around to see if there are any hostiles to help an ally secure the water source. In case all of this is an enemy operation, I'll pull the scouts apart as widely as I can, keeping my guard up.

“I see it. You have to be good at it. It's white. ”

My prediction was correct. Separate into smaller units instead of larger scouts.

White scouts are right with us.

“Let's head to the operation area. ”

“Phew. Okay. ”

I've seen Diego grip and extend his hand a few times. That's the same with axes. They made a great achievement and became white captains and underwent hell training under their skills.

The practical experience itself is not many. Back on the battlefield, they show subtle tension.

Rather, the white cavalry is more tolerant than them. If I'm wrong, I might just leave the three of me and run away.

It's your ability as a commander not to do that. Besides, it was Earl Ludwig who gave me this.

Maybe he's giving me trouble. If you're really confident, take them with you.

You're full of yourself.That's why you brought them all the way here.

The three of them were not very good at horseback riding except for me. There were no cavalry that couldn't be noticed on the way here.

When you see the enemy getting closer and tense, you may say you can't see the enemy yet, but it looks ugly.

“All troops, stand by. ”

I stand where I can see both sides of the blunt force, and stop the entire army.

“What are you doing? Are you really going to stay here? ”

I heard someone in the cavalry.

Those who see me are usually two patterns. Those who stand on the battlefield with me as infantry men show respect and admiration.

Conversely, those who are not on the battlefield with me have concerns and questions.

So I understand them.

“Don't be so offended. We're still allies. You're not going to beat us all up, are you? These are important forces. ”

That's what Lind said.

“What are you talking about? I care about them enough. ”

“Look in the mirror. ”

What am I? I understand them.

“Oh, my God. What a Squire he is. Lucky bastard.”

I looked back. He grew a long, curly red beard. My face caught my eye.

Somehow it doesn't seem to be forgotten. Not because I want to remember.

Lind looks at me anxiously. His expression reveals his emotions. Don't kill me. Come on. I understand them.

“What should I do? ”

“You stick to the plan. ”

“Got it.”

I sent Lynd up first. To be precise, he climbs up on his little hip and hides himself.

I don't have enough riding skills anyway, so I don't feel confident before riding. And his specialty is not melee warfare.

“Digo, the axe. ”

"Yes."

"Hook!"

I saw Linc drifting away, and I pulled them back.

“We block our backs in case the enemy breaks into the retreat and head forward. ”

“... to retreat? ”

“Yes. The enemy may predict every move and attack." ”

The way Digo looked at me was strange. Pupils are slightly trembling.

“Yes, I understand. ”

I can't help but nod my head. The axe tilts its head.

Even these two simple worlds don't understand my sincerity. I'm serious. I'm worried about the back. We are never going to get ahead of them in a battle.

“Prepare all units for charging. ”

I gave a friendly order to my men.

“Towards what? Where are you going with Squire? ”

“We'll take the rear and head to the front if something goes wrong. ”

“So what are you charging towards? ”

A small gluteal ridge rises on both sides. This was a straight line. Perfect for fighting an opposing cavalry.

“Enemies. Who are they? ”

I unraveled and snorted. Hahaha. I understand them. It could be. I gave them to you in the first place.

You turn around and tell Digo and the axe.

“Sometimes I think the battlefield covers the living and the dead. Dead men die all the time. ”

Digo's eyes dimmed with his words. He's very affectionate. When I first met him, he was responsible for the teenagers and he didn't want to kill anyone.

The axe doesn't seem to think much of anything anymore. I just agree with what I said.

“That's right. Dead man, dead man. I'll kill you.”

“No, you can't kill the enemy.... ”

No, I understand them. Fighting the enemy is what they want. I'm on the battlefield, so it's my job to take my life.

“Let's get out of here before the enemy gets behind us. ”

Digo and Axe follow behind, and then you hear the voice of someone in the cavalry.

“I hope it runs that way. At ease.”

Ah, a familiar voice. A crew with a frizzy beard. I hope he lives.

When I turned back, I put my hands around my mouth and blew the flute.

Peek-a-boo.

A small noise spreads and you hear a wolf roaring in the distance.

Immediately, a pumpkin that looked like a white flash came rushing from one side. That was fast, pumpkin.

Bang!

As soon as he came, he rushed towards me. I woke up behind him in my arms.

“Oh, pumpkin. My brother changed his mind a little bit. ”

Enemies are vigilant. I had enough pumpkins to lure it.

In fact, I can't outrun the Red Mane Horse, so I can't go myself.

I had already finished explaining to attract the enemy to the pumpkin before. I just changed one.

“Bring me two. Two.”

Originally, our enemy was a white man.

“Are you sure about this?”

“The axe kills them all. ”

That axe definitely has a head defect.

I nodded my head to the worried Digo.

“No problem. You underestimate yourselves. ”

You may not have been able to open the vice, but you don't know the effects of the training you received from Technologies.

In my previous life, I also trained as a soldier. Technical training is much more ferocious than that.

If you don't treat it properly, it's a good idea to get bone sickness and become an idiot. Maybe that's how the training was done to catch the vice user in an empty body.

And most of all, they were the ones who stepped into the vice user even though they did not open.

“Don't worry. ”

The pumpkin disappears soon, leaving only a nervous digo and axe to face the enemy. I chewed jerky in between. It's sweet because it's dried well with my secret.

“You want one? ”

“That's enough.”

Diego refuses and the axe reaches out.

I handed him one and chewed it quietly. It's time for lunch and afternoon training as usual.

Dedd.

I can feel the vibration of the ground. The sound of enemy cavalry approaching.

“Hostiles!”

You hear the cavalry screaming. The arrogant rested on their horses.

I told them to get ready for charging. I don't have to listen to the commander.

“Two hundred and fifty! ”

My pumpkin listens to me.

“Charging charge! We have to face them, too! ”

That's right. Now I can hear you.

“Aren't you coming?”

Digo asks, yeah. Not yet.

“I'm worried about the back. It's like a double action.”

Digo's eyes seemed to ask if it really made sense.