From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Slythi, her eyes narrow, notices the enemy and decides the scale.

“Prepare to charge! ”

An ally who was arrogantly scattered quickly gathered. Chris was actually leading a white team before the Squire came along.

Everyone listens to him and rushes up. The fighters are not the ones who charge into Lance's flank.

Instead, I stood in front of him with a long spear. It is the forefront of two teenagers.

Sliti frowns at the size of her enemies.

‘There are too many. ’

At first glance, it's twice the size. I had to avoid a frontal battle.

“Break the lead, slap the sides and make it into a brawl! ”

He shouts out, and you hear him say yes. Slythy doesn't understand why the enemy is here. I remembered the name of the commander who fell behind.

‘Chris.'

Whatever it was, it had something to do with him, instinctively. Now was not the time to think about your free time.

He shouts again. It was like what he said to himself.

“Focus!”

In one word, the cavalry speeds up quietly. It was time for a fight, not a thought.

Two or two!

The cavalry bends from the front, as if thinking the same.

Slythy has never met the enemy's Red Mane scout. So I didn't know their maneuverability.

Faster than an ally. When you get close, the boat is fast.

You divert from the front to strike the enemy's flank, but the enemy hits your flank.

The difference in speed was a result.

Puebuck!

Spear and Mace smash the Cavalry's head. Dozens of your allies roll to the ground just because you lost the edge of the charge.

Slythy had to decide. Either you will strike your enemies from here, or you will set the streets open once again.

‘You can't afford to be attacked. ’

Slythi knew she had no choice. This is not the best terrain for them to fight in. There was no freedom of maneuverability where the two glutes intercepted the left and right.

“I'm down.”

It's better for infantry to fight here than for cavalry.

You form a siege instead of losing speed with fewer moves. As the siege slowly narrows, Slythi feels that this place will become her tomb.

I feel a rush of strength in my hand with the spear. It's a waste of time to survive here.

“Bite them all tight. We're going through one. ”

At the last minute, a group of colleagues gathered around you. One of them exclaimed curiously.

“Bring it on, dogs of arms! ”

The children of each family, who were sent to the military by accident.

It was a troop of fierce characters. That dreadful personality saw the light. Desperate times, everyone bites their molars and grabs their weapons.

Did you throw it away? ’

Slythi knows exactly where they are. It was not a particularly welcoming situation in the family and the military.

‘Then Chris and them must have run away already. ’

Naturally connects ideas. The clumsy confrontation was over quickly. Enemies are gathering.

“Kill them all! ”

“Die! Sheep in the fence! ”

“Piss off, dog of Armstrong! ”

The two hordes ran against each other, insulting each other again.

‘At this rate, it will be annihilated. ’

The enemy seems reluctant to take prisoners. Slythi turns her eyes to find the enemy's Dowager or White Captain.

I was about to take down the enemy and make a hole.

“Damn right. ”

Soon, he saw a worthy opponent. The moment I saw it, I was gloomy. Behind the enemy charging. To kill them, we had to overcome this wave of enemies.

“Rawr!”

“Let's fight!”

There is no choice. Slythy comes forward. Slit the spear while dodging someone's blade and slit the throat of a fallen ally.

The sword slashes the air, slashes the enemy, and stops the attack.

Woof! Woof.

‘Damn it.'

The shield that stopped the enemy's attack several times has been broken by a mace. The frame is broken and the greasy tree is crumbling.

Sliti drops her shield and grabs the sword with both hands.

How close are we? ’

I took a moment to examine the location of the enemy. Slythy soon felt a sense of despair rising in her heart. Suddenly, I felt exhausted.

The enemy looks at him and scoffs at him. Meanwhile, they step back and watch themselves and their colleagues die.

Not only do they have no intention of fighting themselves, they also know what they're after.

“Is it over?”

It was when I heard a self-mixed soliloquy.

Puck.

A stick is inserted into the neck of the teenager who laughed at him. No, it's an arrow, not a stick.

“Oops!"

You can see the people around you are surprised. Immediately, the man whose throat has been pierced collapses, foaming at the top of his head.

That wasn't the end. One more thing.

Pick.

An arrow lodged in the head of a soldier whose helmet has been removed. He just put a spear through his colleague's throat.

Slythy shouts without a thought.

“Hold on! Reinforcements! ”

As with Sliti, those who were in despair once again hold their hope in their arms.

Pick it up!

One, two, the enemy is defeated and the ally is defeated. Slythy survives. A close colleague tucks her back right next to her.

It's a sapphire. It's a strange creature who puts lotus grass in a twisty red beard, but it was a good match in battle.

They just got off the horse. It was the same with the enemy. This basin between the buttocks is too narrow for a horse to ride.

“Phew, damn it, I don't think there's an answer. ”

Sapera says that Slythi took a short break instead of answering. After that, I barely answered.

There are fewer numbers, but there are also less exercises. The absolute heat of an ally. But there was hope.

“Watch out for the arrows! ”

“Where are you! Where are you shooting from?! ”

The enemy shouts. They soon block themselves with their long shields.

Some hide behind the dead horse as a shield. But the arrow flew and made the victim.

Phew. Phew!

The soldier looks out of his shield for a moment. An arrow stabbed through the neck.

I don't know who it was, but it was haunted.

“We have reinforcements. ”

Slythy said.

“Found it! On your knees! ”

You shield yourself to see if the enemy has located the archer.

“Kill them all! ”

Slythy can't reconsider her thoughts. Enemy forces have struck again. You stab yourself in the sword as you watch your neighbor's head explode into a mace.

Puck!

You put down the sword that pierced the enemy's neck and found a metal spike on the ground.

“Shit, they're all gonna die. ”

Sapera says back to back.

Slythy was no different from him. It was a moment of hope.

The enemy is still intact and there is no news of where his archer has gone.

At this rate, it's only a matter of time before we all perish. The enemy is stalling to minimize the damage, and it took time for a few perfect arrows to die.

It was only a moment of despair before death.

Dagdac, Dagdac! Dagdac, Dagdac!

At that moment, you hear the hoof.

The fighting men turn their heads back without distinguishing themselves from the others.

“Blur! Blur! ”

The three horsemen rushing forward in haste. I see a man in the lead with a long spear.

Slythy blinks. Dark blue hair, an odd face, and a familiar look.

Those who follow him are also familiar faces.

A man with a ferocious axe blade and a large bear to chew on.

“Huh? Why are they popping out? ”

Sapera mutters.

I get it.

“Stop him!"

The three closest enemies ride out to meet them on horseback. The moment Chris' spear moves, speeding up as it is, Slythy nearly wipes his eyes, forgetting that his hands are soaked in blood.

Pubu book!

The rushers fall to the ground like foliage. There was a time when my back was broken and I bled from my neck with my feet hanging from my stirrups.

“Huh."

Sapera spits out a dull voice at your side.

The squire Chris with the spear was good enough to be an incumbent knight. Every time his spear flashes, the enemy collapses to the ground.

That wasn't the end. The bear, Digora, swings Halberd.

Whoo-hoo!

The moment the wave hits and the enemy hits, it flies dry and airborne.

Their path extends like a boulevard. The three come riding on horseback and stop in front of them.

Hee-young!

The battle stops, and the horse cries in the gut.

“Huh.”

Sapera continues to sound stupid. Slitti was in a similar condition.

“What, what, those things. ”

The shout of the enemy was like Slythee's heart.

How many enemies died from these three breakthroughs in an instant? Fifteen?

I don't think it's less than that. I mean, what is this situation?

I think they sent common sense away to the other side of the sky.

“You're alive. ”

I smile with a face stained with blood, showing white teeth. Squire Chris' gaze is on his colleague Sapera.

“Ah."

Stupid Sapera spits nonsense.

“I wanted you to be alive. ”

Chris looked at him and said, Somehow, Slity felt a chill.

“What's your name? ”

“Sliti.”

Just the three of you joined in, and Slythy feels like the fight's already over. Even with so many enemies in front of us.

“Reverse and destroy enemies. ”

Chris said.

“Destruction, not retreat? ”

Slythi asked reflectively.

“Why? Don't you want to hear it? ”

Chris smiled again.

Slythy felt a chill the second time. This man is a monster. The two beside him are monsters.

The meaning of the question was one. Is it a minor statue? "

Slythy knows what she has to say here.

“An all-out offensive! ”

A loud shout. Soon, you hear Chris' voice.

“Of course, of course."

Somehow I feel a chill in his words again, but Slythi is just following orders. I saw overwhelming force in front of my eyes.

Strength in the field is status, value.

As soon as I think they're on my side, I feel relief.

The moment I thought I was dead, a touch of salvation appeared. And the hand of salvation is incredibly strong.

The bear opens its mouth next to it.

“The enemy is too weak. ”

That bear is strong too.

“I'll kill them all. ”

The man with the axe next to him may not be enough, but he is strong. Minimum of three formal knights, where the terrain was bad for the cavalry to operate.

Three monsters suck the enemy into the board. It is a place with the advantage of a few elites, as if they chose this battlefield deliberately.

“Kill them all! ”

Our allies are in a frenzy. Enemy forces have begun to move swiftly.

If it was three articles, this number difference would still be filled.

Phew. Phew.

Then the arrow that paused for a moment flew again. Enemies with arrows in their necks are bent to the ground. Then Slythy remembers one of the group carrying a bow. I felt like I didn't have to tell you who the archer was.

I looked at the glutes behind me. Slythy tried to shoot the bow. I also heard that he is quite good at shooting.

Even so, I wasn't confident enough to kill three enemy soldiers, rather than the Dozens above me. However, the number of enemies that the arrow has caught so far exceeds ten.

‘They are all monsters. ’

Three monsters sweep through enemies with overwhelming power. Then the cavalry followed.

“Let's go! Kill them all! ”

Excited people shout. Victory was a fight. A formal knight is nothing more than a food chain among ordinary soldiers.

Experts in combat that can hold more than ten people by themselves. There are three of them, four of them. It couldn't have been a fight.

“Kill them all! ”

Slythy also gave up on rolling her head. It wasn't a very good head in the first place, and now it's a battle in the middle of a battle.

*

“Our scouts have been defeated! ”

Reports were made quickly. Of the two units of the Red Mane Scouts, there were barely any survivors.

“What?"

The commander opens his eyes and asks.

“The enemy has a knight-class strength. ”

Scout's Caucasian, and he's a knight-level fighter? No, you're sending a story about a little blindfold?

What are you talking about? The knights are of the highest caliber. How much money does it cost to raise it?

“Are you part of the Ludwig Knights? How great is he? ”

The scout commander felt a slight excitement. He nearly praises Sercado for his stupidity.

The good news is that after the announcement of extinction, A Scout that is lacking is only available if it is supported by the Headquarters.

The Red Mane Scout is not a man, but a Legion made by a variety of horses. Catching enemy knights here was a gain, even if it meant taking some sacrifices.

“Well, I was young. ”

"Young?"

When I became a commander, someone stepped out behind him. A man with a thick cheeks and a black figure under his eyes.

The commander showed his jaw as he stepped forward and told the surviving soldier to keep talking.

“Yes. I was young and three... ”

“Was there one with dark blue hair? ”

“Yes?”

“Didn't he say his name was Chris? ”

“I don't know the name, but I think there was a knight with dark blue hair. ”

The commander looks at him and asks.

“Do you know him? ”

Aldama rises quietly.

“Just in case. ”

After muttering to himself, Paltis tells the commander.

“I'll get him. ”

“If you just give it to me. ”

It was because of this man that I was confident I could catch the knight.

He used to lead his troops because his name was known among the soldiers. He took a few steps back on the battlefield as a liability for his defeat.

“Give me the words of the Red Mane. ”

“Of course.”

His power was real. And the power of the Almighty is real.

Fifty thousand strong soldiers, and Paltis moves the whole force. Three hundred men were with him. The commander was also quite resourceful.

“Horses must be collected. ”

The commander said the Red Mane Horse Horse is not the type of horse you can buy. I had to retrieve everything as far as possible.

“Don't worry. ”

Paltis leaves the commander behind. The defeat of that day comes to mind.

As a test, a part of the battlefield, called the Ten Thousand Elite Soldier, took pride in naming the Battalion Paltis and stormed the enemy army.

I was excited and excited. After I rushed out of the enemy, I realized I'd only survived twelve.

Commander Armstrong sends himself and the rest of the cavalry back. I couldn't lose any more. It was a battlefield sent as a test.

“I write you. ”

Paltis mutters to himself.

How he did it, how he chewed it up.

After hearing reports of surviving soldiers and allies, he came to know the existence of a surviving Marine named Chris.

It was the name of the man who robbed the supplies and watered the army.

It was the name of the Saint who solved the White Devil's curse.

It was the name of the man who remained a nightmare to Palmoon, holding the line until the end.

I would have dreamed of killing him dozens of times. Every time, I trained again and again.

I dreamed of meeting you someday. It was today. It was also why he enlisted the scouts with 50 Scouts.

“If we close our eyes, he'll hit us there. ”

It is a microscopic perspective, not a national perspective. He knew Chris was gonna take the front line on the battlefield, too.

With the commander's permission, he waits. Opportunity came sooner than I thought.

Even the commanders of Palmer could have wanted to clear Chris's name. Once you see the bud, it's the virtue of the battlefield to step on it.

“Whew, excitement is forbidden. ”

Paltis gasps quietly. There can't be two mistakes. For a moment, he calmed down cold.

*

“Horsemen don't talk dirty about horses. ”

I got the cavalry to ride the Red Mane Horse, but that's not the case.

“Then, why are we gathering these people? ”

“Curious?”

It was a guy named Sapera. He's got a light mouth. He looks at you and asks, since you're always next to him.

“No.”

His red beard is gone. Now you see a sharp jaw, leaving only a trace. Somehow I cut my hand off because it doesn't seem to help in battle at all. I never bullied him.

“No, I think you're curious. ”

“No, I'm not.”

I read the curiosity on Sapera's reflected face.

“No, you're curious. ”

“Yes, I'm curious. ”

“Look at this guy. Watch the language change. Against me with a bee. ”

After the battle, you drive the Red Mane horse halfway to the rear.

I was fixing the maneuver, not harassing the cavalry.