From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Blue.

“What's the matter? ”

The horse with the red mane was fast. I tend to have a lot of hands on the management instead.

The man who was eating well suddenly opened his mouth and stared somewhere.

“Suddenly why…. ”

I turned my head to follow the horse's gaze. During the day, the beast stares at the amber eyes with big, glowing eyes.

The scout at Armstrong's feet stiffens momentarily.

The wolf does not move, and the scout does not move. It was not the time, but the fight.

The scout swallows his saliva as he feels the cold sweat running down his neck.

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing the saliva resounded in my ears like lightning.

Twitch.

Grrrrr.

Seeing the wolf move and cry briefly, the body naturally retreats back. I think I'll run out to bite myself soon.

The beast of the wild, it is also the form of a wolf I have never seen before.

The wolf has a golden stripe of snow all over its body, from its head to its tail. The wolf turns around and disappears.

“Whoa. What, are you the monster that reigns? ”

The soldier sits on the floor, pounding his fluttering legs. I needed a break.

I didn't stop going through it. The wolf appeared everywhere, eager to harass them, and quickly word spread.

It soon reached the ears of the scout commander.

“Grab it.”

If you have a problem, you can solve it. Whenever a wolf appears, the horses groan in anxiety, refusing to eat, refusing to rest. So when I caught it and solved it, that was it.

“Well, he's so smart he won't get caught. ”

“Throw a net. ”

“I threw it. ”

“Bow?"

“Yonkers are out of range. ”

Are these bastards normal? With that look, a white commander opens his mouth.

“Maybe they didn't send you. ”

The commander has always entrusted himself to him. Even if you don't think it's an enemy move, report at least a slight change.

The commander didn't want to seem like a fool to put the wolves and the enemy on the same line, but he didn't want to be beheaded for missing future reports.

“Hey, you take a look. ”

You send a suspicious man to see if the enemy has sent you.

“Yes."

Soon after he ran away, he came back. Coming right back means the instructions came right down.

“They want us to take care of our own troops. ”

‘Ha, well. You want me to march on a wolf and a cavalry? ’

No bows, no nets. I'm just sick of horseback riding. I'm not Griphon. I don't know why he's after horses.

“Hnng.”

The scout commander eventually sent a teenager to catch the fast wolf. All the horses here thought the riders of the Red Mane would soon be over.

However, the report after a while was different from his expectations.

“Ten people will never catch it. ”

“These idiots. ”

I get angry, and I shake my head to spit out a word. After all, Commander's name comes first.

“Then one teenager, no. Hey, just get me a white belt. Wipe it clean.”

I heard that the strategy to pillage Sercado's village was blocked. That's why we were observing enemy movements here to secure the water source. It was also a way to kill enemy scouts so that they could not read the movements of the manuscript.

I could hardly show any positivity to a wolf.

“The wolf breathes fire! ”

“Extremely fast! Friendly Soldier Defeated! ”

Reports were coming in that the blood vessels were about to run out of the forehead.

“These bastards. ”

But his mouth stopped at the last report.

“I found traces of enemy scouts! ”

“… What? ”

“This is where the wolf goes! ”

The commander showed his palm for a moment in the messenger's report. I needed to clear my head. A few moments later, he lowers his hand and opens his mouth.

Nothing to think about. There were few options.

“Any nearby scouts? ”

“Two Caucasians surrounded the wolves. ”

“Put the wolf back behind you. ”

The main mission is out in front of you. This made me think that the wolf might actually be a spiritual being helping an ally.

What is the symbol of the Wolves' family? Wolves.

“Report back as soon as you know the size of the enemy. You're still fighting, aren't you? ”

“Fools spread out between their lower glutes. ”

What an idiot. Why there?

They were also aware of the surrounding terrain. It was one of the basic scout missions.

There's nowhere to run. Scouts consist of basic combat troops. Rescue maneuverability in a variety of situations rather than a straightforward attack.

“It looks white. ”

“Send two teenagers back, stop them from retreating, and sweep them out in front of you. ”

Lost? I never imagined that. There were fifty Elite Soldiers in the Thousand Battalion Scout.

Of course, I wasn't using them. It wasn't enough. Same fighter, but red mane on this side.

After the messenger left, the commander moved on. I was about to report directly to the Commander after I wiped out the enemy scouts.

*

“The real enemy is coming from behind! ”

“You didn't believe me, did you? ”

I answer Digo's words, and he gives me a little look. Honest son of a bitch, you speak with your face.

“I'm preparing because I have an idea. ”

I said it more backwards. Here, the scout commander has a bigger head than I thought.

I sent troops to stop the real retreat. Well, I didn't think it was impossible at all. That's why I chose this terrain.

There are two teenagers in the front and two in the back.

Twenty-three. No.

Ow!

Twenty-four. It's not that hard.

The pumpkin cries from afar and runs after the enemy that is blocking the way back. In front of him, the horse raced with the ground ringing, and the allies jumped up and down as they were ready to run.

“Commander!”

“I got it! ”

I wonder if these words would come and go. I can't hear them from a distance, but I can see their movements.

At the forefront, my eyes opened. But they're not running away.

If I turned around to secure my retreat, then I understood and I was going to bash some heads in.

You see an enemy cavalry, you roll your tail? Of course, the pursuer is more disadvantageous than the pursuer, and the enemy has a faster foot than us.

I licked my lips with my tongue out.

“Let's go.”

The enemy commander uses his head. We must turn the twenty horsemen back and block their retreat.

The glutton is not hard enough to climb, but it was like giving up a knife and asking me to kill it.

If you climb up the ridge slowly, the enemy will be able to see you.

As we approached the rear, the enemy called out to us. He had a good voice. It was not profanity, but full of delusions.

“Those bastards are getting scared and running away! George!”

Hearing that, she kicks the horse's belly with her feet, speeding up, and Digo and the axe catch up with reflexively.

“Do we fight like this? ”

Digo shouts alongside you. I nodded and looked at him.

I was nervous to ask, but my position changed as I entered the battlefield. I can see his forearms and muffled mouths with burning power.

Instead of tension, the excitement fills up the body and runs right alongside you.

The air of the returning battlefield warms the air. On the first battlefield, I barely survived.

I completely agree with that statement.

But not now. Run and shout.

“Pumpkin!”

Immediately, the pumpkin saw twenty horses blocking his retreat and cried for a long time.

Owwww!

The Legendary Beast who deals with Mana from birth, that's what pumpkins are like.

Twenty mounted horses stagger in his cry, not thrashing.

You look like you've been hit in the head with a few rocks.

Not all 20 of them. Half were fine.

Pumpkins haven't matured yet, so their skills with manas are incompetent.

Well, it was well within range.

“Digo! Lead! ”

In one word, Digo and the axe split in two. Digo comes forward and I'm on his right. Axe on the other side.

I believe in my abilities, no doubt, but the destructive power of the first strike with the charge on horseback alone allowed Digo to be called a monster.

Grab the charging lance by the side.

His Lance is half as heavy as the others. Something light doesn't fit my hand, so I stick a lump of iron around.

When charging, the weight was like the sound of aggression.

There, they were more maneuverable to kill the enemy than the athlete, Charging Lance.

The only three of you to charge Lance was to throw common sense away.

The enemy soon sees Charging Lance and tries to scatter to the left and to the right. At that moment, it spreads to both sides and picks out the axe's weapon.

As my spear tried to bash the horse's head against the far right, the rider swung his spear.

Ground!

I gently block it and move aside.

Something similar would have happened on the other side.

I didn't mean to kill him. I meant to get together.

And Digo's Lance meets the head of the enemy force.

Boom!

I think the magic just broke.

Wood howls, laughs, and terrible noises are scattered in the blast.

Hee-young!

I think Digo says it's hard to cry.

The spot where he passed, the head of the opponent pressed with force, bursts and a broken neck protrudes out.

Both horses settle down with their legs broken.

“If you have a bad head, it's hard to talk. ”

The charge is over with a close grip. Five people died in that charge.

“What the hell! ”

The enemy cries out in surprise. Yeah, I know. Normally, when you first see the power of Digo, you vomit wonder.

Hee-young!

The horse cried for a long time after holding on to the beep. I hurled my horse back to the enemy. I didn't need charging.

There are few enemies left.

I moved the horse and stabbed two broken horses through the spear.

“Kill them all! ”

Raging voices and enemies rush.

I tighten my thighs, grab the spear with both hands, and reach forward.

A new type of spear and stabbing that can be learned from skill starting from the pose.

Boom! Boom!

An enemy leaves a hole in the neck and collapses to the ground. I turned away from it and put out my window again.

A dry, repetitive prick unfolds.

Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk.

A simple task. Make a body with a single stab.

“Chug!"

"Hic!"

"Ugh!"

Moaning and screaming can vary. The enemy is neither a soldier nor a user of Weiss. He was just a common soldier.

I am afraid of the eyes of those who have seen my spear. It wasn't just here.

On Digo's side is an army of half-dead enemies in his halberds.

I was frightened by the eyes of those who saw the warm intestines scattered all over the floor. It's an axe.

Every time the axe dances, someone's throat is cut and someone's arm is cut off.

Fifteen of the twenty-five horsemen died in a brief brawl.

“Fall back, fall back! ”

The moment one wakes up and shouts, a white flash flashes over him.

“You can't eat it. ”

I said with worry. You can't taste human meat.

The pumpkin was clever. He didn't eat it, he just killed it. Well, he's seasoned with my cooking and herbs.

“Ugh! A monster! ”

“Oh, you talk too much to people. ”

It was quick for the remaining four to die. Okay, we got a breach in the retreat.

I looked at the horse with the red mane they left behind and told the pumpkin.

“Take care of these guys. Don't let him get away. ”

“Bang."

Pumpkins answered as they drained the blood from their mouths. I keep hearing that as a "yes."

Digo turns around, shedding blood on his halberds.

You see the consequences of what you do. The axe was the same.

They didn't know the extent of their strength. This wasn't even a fight between adults and children. The difference in power is obvious.

“The enemy is too weak. ”

Digo said.

“We're strong. ”

Digo looks at his hands and nods. The axe whips its nose at your side and says:

“I'll kill them all. Strong one.”

You love to fight.

I left the body behind, and I told them.

“Then let's go back to our beloved horseman. ”

It is time to return to the stage you saw.

Digo asks,

“They're all dead, aren't they? ”

“That's not true. ”

Maybe I left Lynd behind for nothing.

*

The battle between an athlete and an athlete is usually a battle of manpower. Who's faster?

It was no wonder the faster side had the advantage given the same amount of training.

“Oh, Chris, you bastard. ”

Seeing the number of enemies charge, the bag swoops over. There are only a hundred allies there, and they don't have enough manpower.

I am busy preparing for the appearance of the enemy without even noticing it.

“You don't mean to kill them all. ”

The glutton is low and the enemy is close. There were two bows prepared. Lind opened a short stance to protest.

Chris, who Lind knew, was not a friend who would just smile and move on.

Still, it's like I'm throwing you to die. Fortunately, they chose to charge instead of flee.

‘If you turn around and run, you're dead. ’

Rather, the charge is the answer. We better get through that and get out. A commander with a head might have blocked the rear.

Lind looks back.

Above the hip, you can see the enemy's movements. I could see them blocking the way out. It was twenty horses.

‘There's nothing to worry about. ’

As with Chris, Lynd knows his power and the strength of his colleagues.

Tactics include personal tactics. It was natural to recognize your level in learning and training it.

Lind knows that Digo and his axe are strong. That's why I knew his archery level was so strong. I can't help but get nervous.

“Of course.”

It was time for Chris and the kids to move their hands.

Lind pulls a few strings on the bar and drops the arrowhead next to her. And underneath, you see an army of hostiles and their cavalry.

Puebuck.

Beneath your glutes is a battlefield filled with blood and bone.

Ting.

In the meantime, Lynd's arrow flies through the air.