From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Achievements are the history of the commander. I have scouted the enemy's scouts with only a hundred mounted men, slaughtered and cleared the enemy lines.

You stole the enemy's horse and scout base. Thanks to that, I also got meat powder.

That's why none of the three hundred horsemen that followed me showed any signs of defiance.

My accomplishments have already spread widely to scouts.

“Commander! Clear ahead! ”

The scout cavalry's most stubborn white band, Slitti and Saperar Combi, bend their heads and follow.

I could see what it looked like to an ally, but I didn't know exactly, but they changed their gaze on me.

“Forward”

We take out the enemy scouts and run towards the void. You cross a clean land and advance towards the battlefield where your enemies and allies fight.

“Rest here. ”

There was no need to rush. The enemy is already close at hand, and if it were not a fool, Earl van Ludwig would be sprinkling blood on the field against him.

After three hundred cavalry stops, I quickly command my troops.

“Everything.”

Everyone pays attention to my words. What is the most important thing before an ally meets an enemy?

It's about stocking up. That's what I think many strategists on the continent would say. Soldiers who eat well and rest well are the best at exercising their strength.

I opened my mouth to the soldiers who gathered my gaze.

“Light a campfire. ”

It's time to eat and rest.

“Let's grill some meat! ”

Everyone followed orders, confused. If you just add the meat powder to water, it won't taste so bad.

You're telling me to eat that shit and fight, aren't you?

At least I don't want to fight my soldiers over this kind of food.

“Raise the stone tablets. ”

The Slitti troops listened to me and spoke up. I grilled the meat on the stone tablets.

A pungent aroma swollen and pierced my nose.

“Let's eat.”

It's a joke!

Me, Digo, Lynd, and the axe have stamina. It wasn't even on the enforcer's axis.

Place a branch on a campfire and a stone tablet on top of it. This is the moment to put the roasted meat in your mouth.

“Oops."

A cavalry member raises his thumb. This is a battlefield, so you can't eat fancy soufflés and beautifully decorated steaks.

I can fill my stomach with delicious food as long as I have the right seasoning.

“Eat and grow! ”

I gave them a simple command. I ate, slept, and stood on a bed of fire. I measured the streets appropriately.

Campfire smoke is just that margin line that can't be seen from the enemy's base.

We ate well and rested well. When the next morning, the cavalry was fully charged, it ran up the drawstring heat. It's not a great horse, but it's a three hundred horse cavalry with excellent Stamina and proper equipment.

I also wore chain armor and helmets on black leather armor. Even if it's not heavy, the charging attack can still be carried out properly.

Soon there was a deep smell of blood from afar.

“Kill them all! ”

You begin to hear a shout, almost screaming.

The battle between the cavalry and the infantry was just two days away.

“Enemies and allies are at war! ”

The scooter reports that Lind has already seen it with her own eyes.

“Orders!"

Slythi bows her head on the horse. Though not polite, he saw the strength of me and my men. Respect for that behavior was shown.

“There's only one order I'm giving here. ”

I hung up and pointed at the enemy's side with a spear.

“In assault formation. ”

It was time to dive into the real battlefield.

*

“Report back. ”

Commander Armstrong felt frustrated by his report.

“We've lost contact with the scouts. I sent a Scout, and it's already occupied by Sercado's troops... ”

Boom!

The commander kicked the table. There was a spark in his eyes.

“... I did. ”

The soldier you reported trembles. The soldier is too immature to take on the Commander's strength. The Commander has resigned to life.

I took responsibility for this at least now and pressed down on some of the feelings I wanted to hang. The battlefield doesn't need to demoralize our allies for this. He was cold.

“All troops, prepare for battle. ”

The scout's work is done. Sercado van Ludwig did not respond properly until his headquarters were in their front yard.

“This fight is over anyway. ”

Responsibilities should only be asked after that.

“Four!”

The surrounding commander raises his right arm horizontally and makes a formal gesture.

“All of Wolves' knights are ready to go. ”

The sum of the Knights of Wolves and the Knights of Palmun is over fifty. There are fifty knights who specialize in combat other than those who have been appointed separate commanders.

“The cavalry is ready. ”

Three thousand infantry troops of the least Squire rank will stand behind it.

“Lord Renewin. Take the lead.”

“Of course.”

The leader of the Knights of the Wolves is a senior knight.

“General Ilyan. ”

“Here you go. ”

Commander of the Three Thousand Musketeers. He is the strongest among the ten thousand soldiers. As a general, not on the knight's throne, he kneels before the commander.

"Soldiers."

“Yes!”

Use this to smash the front. I drew a picture of the battlefield on the commander's head. And finally.

“Knight Benatos! ”

Benatos Despeare, also from Palmunr, is from a family that specializes in strange strategic tactics.

“Take care of the rear guard and the enemy's special forces. ”

“No more worries. ”

The fleet is ready with Benatos in charge of a mobile unit.

“Then, let's go catch the sheep led by the shepherd. ”

Sercado's meaning has always been called the sheep that hide behind walls when they call them shallow in fences and foreign lands.

Immediately, the entire army of Armstrong marched forward with a full force of gunfire.

*

Earl van Ludwig slept well at night and took two hours of soot during the day.

“Are you all right?”

The servant asked with worried eyes. Van Ludwig wakes up and looks at him.

“Who are you worried about? ”

Van Ludwig looks out of his tent and sees his enemies advancing far and wide. Enemy forces and vigor pierce the skin.

“An ally has taken over the enemy scout base. ”

That's good news, but Van Ludwig doesn't smile.

The enemy has blindfolded his allies and is about to tear them apart.

‘Him.’

Chris. Being a hero from a boy to an adult, from a soldier, is a moment's work. Van Ludwig would cherish him if he could stay alive. He could be called a hero.

‘If only I could. ’

The servant is trampled under the snow. Will my son ever be a vessel? Can you hold that squirrel with the dark blue hair?

He pushes his thoughts back.

This was not the time to think about the battlefield. As a wall guarding Sercado's fence, Van Ludwig knew this was the place to burn his life and the time.

“I'm going to kill a pack of stray dogs who only want to eat. ”

He steps forward. After that, a knight stood with Van Ludwig for the rest of his life.

Van Ludwig is a commander and knight in the front line.

When I was young, before I was Earl, before I had the status of the Wall.

His nickname was Knight at the Front. It was always Van Ludwig, the one who crushed the enemy in the front.

“Your humble servant.”

“Lower your voice.”

“Take total command. ”

Van Ludwig, who gave out his commanding sword, steps forward and the Knights follow.

The Gunnery Bag was part of the Ludwig Knights.

*

“Ahhhh!”

The scream of the soldier, or scream, strikes the ear. It is the groaning and screaming that bursts from afar.

Some bard said so. The battlefield is a dissonant field of musical instruments that do not match each other.

not by saving each other, but by killing each other, by starting and ending that play, not by understanding and aligning each other by ending the terrible discord, but by killing each other.

That is the battlefield, war. The hot heat felt above the field seeps into allies.

I put my hand on the helmet and lowered the visor. Soon, I was blinded.

Huff.

Raise your spear in front of you, and behind you are three hundred heavily equipped horsemen. Disperse by exhaling hot heat.

When alone, you cut off enemy supplies and demoralized your allies to create a stage for Canneruck.

After leading the teenagers, you devoured the enemy's forces and stopped the enemy's curse. And with a hundred men, he smashed the enemy's fleet of scouts. Then there were three hundred horsemen behind me.

Bluish.

You grunt. You pound the top of the barn on your head. The horses' hooves fill the ground with delightful rhythms.

Three hundred horsemen have the power to change the battle plan.

From now on, it is in the dark to believe in the unknown world, its training and strength.

The cloudless sky was high and autumn came, but it was still hot during the day.

Especially if you're riding in a full body armor.

“Charge.”

With one word, you leap to the battlefield where enemies and allies mingle. Exactly where I was aiming was the enemy's flank.

“Hostiles!”

Two or two!

The enemy cries out when they see us running. The enemy's voice echoes with clear senses, and the smell of iron and blood pierces the end of the nose.

On the left, Digo stands an axe on the right. I had no intention of conceding the lead position to anyone.

“Run! Kill them all! ”

Slythy, a skilled cavalry, shouts from behind. You shout without biting your tongue.

I slammed the enemy's infantry on the side, just as fast as I could.

“Tsk!"

Take a deep breath and run out of the spear.

Boom!

The head of the man caught in the first window explodes. It hits the target with a dashing force.

Tsk, tsk!

Next to him, Halberd of Digo moves in a straight line. A tremendous power.

“Hooray!"

The hand axe of the exhaling axe dances with a reflection of light. The enemy's infantry falls swiftly upon only three charges.

I made fun of the spear while maintaining my charge speed. Stab and stab.

Puck!

One of them held up his shield to stop it, and his throat was ripped out by a faster stab.

One of them stretches out his spear and knocks my spear and falls down.

Lardass!

Blood spills over the visor. It seemed like someone was shedding blood from the sky.

The distant enemy stabs with a spear and the nearby enemy is struck with a spear. A spear made of steel was a spanking, and it served as an iron mace.

At the speed of death, a narrow visor crevice raises your head, and you see an army of enemies dying from the arrows.

The thin side of the siege. From a distance, Lind gives you the direction of the arrow.

“Break through!”

You shout, "The runway is empty." The first charge is over. I couldn't count the number of dead enemies in my hands.

At least two orders of magnitude. We scramble through the enemy's infantry.

“Bypass!”

Give a short command and turn the horseman. The horse was rested well and the cavalry was well fed and rested. Moreover, the opponent is not even aware of our existence.

“Turn around!"

Bypass and spin. I didn't intend to finish the charge at once. A charge aimed at the moment an ally meets an enemy from the front.

Break the rear door down from here. That's what I had to do with 300 horsemen.

Enemies shout and allies shout.

“Are we going back?! ”

Sliti. I stabbed her in the ear, which echoes his cry.

“Bite me! ”

I ran back with the answer. Again, facing the enemy's flank. As you charge again, you see an enemy soldier frightened by the visor cracks.

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

Tear your spear out in front. I cut the spear to the side and broke the enemy's spear.

A trick that appears to be a heavy iron spear. The soldier's head flies past the broken spear and smashes it behind the spear.

Puck!

Blood splattered like fog in the air. Save the wolf.

“Spin!”

I, an infantryman who met the cavalry on the first battlefield, lured the enemy into a completely reversed position.

“After him!"

That was when he killed and killed his enemies with three or four raids.

Some of the enemy's cavalry chased me behind. In front of him is the helmet with the blue moon emblem.

‘Despair.’

He was one of the leading Knight families of Palmer.