Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

In the middle of the Dinant Army, surrounded by a rushed atmosphere just before the war, in the curtain hall for its commanders, there were two men in conversation.

"My lord, since you were so kind?

"What is it?

"Pushing the aristocrats together to the left..."

One is Lionel Beresford, the Supreme Commander. The other is his most trusted deputy among his tabernacles.

"What, are you even afraid of arbitrariness?

"... to put it mildly"

Lieutenant telling Lionel that, with an anxious look on his face. If this was before the soldiers, I wouldn't have allowed Lionel and I to have that look, but fortunately, there are only two names here. Especially if that deputy understands that too.

"What can they do, such as arbitrarily? In the first place, those people follow my life where I put it in the center. They're the ones who want to put their lives behind bars, right? Then you just have to put it in the right formation and let it do it on its own, not mine. It will be the mountain of Sekiyama that strikes softly and slowly to raise it appropriately. Or maybe we can hold each other back and keep moving. Well, if you're going to dominate your own army, you're going to go on a simultaneous offensive for merit. If the goodwill."

Lionel's words were arguably the most extreme. The nobles who have gone to this battle, most of them strictly "sons" of nobles, will not bother to risk their lives by following the commands of the Knightly Upper General, if they think of themselves and any noble ones who will be named nobles. Rather than that, it is better to wrap up in other formations and steadily earn merit only for the best.

"... incompetent allies are often more troublesome than capable enemies. Hopefully, we'll all die together."

In fact, Lionel would bear the blame if they were truly aligned and killed. No matter how much a soldier defends me, it will never reach nobility in this country, such as the words of the end soldier. Rather, it is Sekiyama who is beaten to the neck for treason.

"My lord, I don't know where the ears are, though how much they are paid. Be careful what you say inadvertently."

"I know. What, it's just bullshit. From there, the attack will begin shortly. Don't pull it out."

"Ha. Now, I'm going to check the progress of all military preparations for the attack, so..."

"Oh, I asked for it"

Lionel sighed small after dropping off his deputy leaving the curtain building after a gratuity. I don't expect to lose. But I also don't think it's easy to beat it. The fortress you can see in front of you is literally difficult to attack. Then the enemy is an elite leader of the famous warring generals. There are many of them, but even the chain of command is a source of anxiety. In particular, there is no anxiety when it comes to the centre and the right wing, as all the nobles and their private soldiers who cause anxiety in their chain of command, about 3000, are consolidated on the left wing. The question is how to fight without enlightening the enemy.

"Central 10,000, left wing 7500, right wing 7500, or"

That is the percentage of each army that is in the formation of its own. The remaining 2,000 or so are heavy units and the transport units responsible for their escorts, waiting in the central rear.

"The enemy is about 8,000, well, how do we take it down...?

Lionel brings to mind an operation to drop the castle fortress. But there was no reason to know at this time, such as that none of them would be required to undergo a fundamental review.

"Hmm, I knew it, but there's a lot of passives when you look at it like this."

Rasheed stood above the South Gate with several of his bureaucrats watching as the Lionel-led army of dinants were changing formations to besiege the castle fortress from the three sides.

"If so, would you also surrender?

To someone's such line, Rasheed answers with a laugh.

"30,000 soldiers and one dragnil, I don't want to turn either to my enemies, but if they tell me to choose which side to side with, I will choose Dragnil regardless. No, it's scarier than turning a few countries against the enemy. If Lord Stanford cares about it, he won't have one month with my country."

"Absolutely."

In that interaction, those around him smiled unexpectedly. The only opportunity Georg showed them of that power was the fortification earlier and the air transport of the new inhabitants. But in view of all that hassle, it's not hard to imagine how powerful that might be.

Fort Sagrassi, where the soldiers led by Rasheed were stationed, was not built to the extent that it was of that magnitude, or destroyed again.

"And what about the deployment of the soldiers?

"We've already got 3,000 to the south, 1,500 to the east and west, 1,000 to the north and 1,000 to wait as a guerrilla."

"Great. There's nothing more we can do about the difference in troop numbers. First, it depends on how we outnumber the enemy's first blow and sharpen its momentum. Defeat your enemies with arrows, oil, boiled water, fire, and any other means of defense. If you leave me alone, all the good places will be taken to Lord Stanford, as a proud Imperial soldier, and you will expose me to that kind of indifference?

When Rasheed tells them so, the Tabernacles reply briefly and then scatter to their place of residence. That's what I'm willing to do with them, with reinforcements from other countries in the defense of their territory, and with only a few hundred soldiers. Not to mention that they are using that small number of soldiers to strike out into the field rather than in a safe castle, so I can't think of that and butt into a soldier opponent just about triple here.

However powerful Georg may be, his soldiers are an army dominated by beasts to a greater extent than men. Even though we have Dragonut's support from above, we are going to wage a white soldier battle against an enemy army that says it is going to multiply ten times, so we almost respect it as the same samurai, temperamental.

Some imperial armies divulged what Georg would likely have touched on that inquiry if he had asked, "There can be no such thing as being made of subhumans and not being made of humans," but in fact, few of them have a fixed concept of being inferior to humans. However, if the shape leads to morale improvement, it can never be said to be a bad thing, so so far no one has been able to flatter it. More importantly, Rasheed himself, who has to praise it, says, "Let's get rid of those concepts in this battle," so the Tabernacles don't believe in it either.

As for the Gardinians, who must be more burdensome until reinforcements arrive, they will certainly expect Rasheed to be as active as he says he is, but let's just say it is inexorable.

"Well, Lord Georg, I wish you a good fight."

It is not certain that Rasheed's prayer reached him after the occasion, saying so.

"Maybe it's time the Royal Army arrived."

"If you convert from the date and time the last report came, it would be time"

Lyudmila and Oliga, the Emperor's private room in the Imperial capital, had tea together overlooking the map on the table.

"How much support do you have?

"The first team leaves roughly two weeks before arrival, the second team leaves five days ago, and the third team will be roughly ready and ready to leave the next day if we have a couple more days"

"Yes, the first is good, and the second and third are only 'occupation of enemy lands'. Be strict to avoid draining soldiers for nothing."

"Already so"

Occupation of enemy lands, which implies a reverse invasion of the kingdom of Dinanto.

"How many prospective immigrants to Gardina have gathered?

"As things stand, there will be about 4,000, perhaps eventually between 6,000 and 7,000,"

"That's superimposed. It will be enough to thank you for sending reinforcements to this battle."

Lyudmila's words would sound generous if only heard. But what that intent is entirely apart, Oliga is to realize, regardless, that anyone who is a nobleman who learns about this one.

"... Later, Lord Georg will accept it 'happily',"

Lyudmila responds with a luscious grin, feeling something contained somewhere in Origa's words.

"Hehe, pleasant or nothing, there will be nothing else to accept, if Lord Georg. Gardina's current anxiety is low population, and the resulting limits to military expansion and low production capacity. Eliminating it is a supreme proposition for her. You can't ignore it if you get it for free in the name of reinforcements."

"But I also feel a little too obvious..."

"As much as this is normal for a nation to associate with each other. Yes, to the extent that it creates domestic problems and prevents them from turning a blind eye to other countries"

Lyudmila's expression of sipping tea while saying so is truly amusing.

This time, Lyudmila's thoughts, which already have all those sub-people ready, are to keep Georg and the Gardina army in their country by sending a large number of new residents to Gardina promptly after the offensive battle in the fortress.

If the battle for the fortress could be successfully concluded with a victory, Lyudmila would continue to push the army south, as Georg had expected it to be an abdominal cumulation that would take to cut off the Dinanto territory. But if we were to raise one point different from his imagination, it would be that Lyudmila hates the fact that the Gardinian army is involved in the southern expedition.

In ancient times, when two or more armies attacked the same country, it was the earliest form of beauty that could be rubbed by which country would later possess the territory. The Imperial Army boasts an overwhelming majority of troops, but before the existence of Georg, that number does not make any sense.

As a result, Lyudmila is planning to send a large number of subnationals to Gardina to welcome them as residents, thus limiting Georg's awareness, actions and not allowing Gardina troops to leave the country either, but only invasion by the Imperial Army.

"Well, one way or another, the problem would be with the church. That exclusion is gradually progressing in our country, but it will not be the same inside the Dinants. If you can occupy it successfully, it will break your bones to govern it."

"That country has the authority of the Church, so if we try to exclude it, it will be inevitable that the Church and its followers will rebel greatly"

"Yeah, well, let's not. Besides, if Gardina armored herself to the south much faster than expected, she would be hit by more intense resistance by the Church than we are. In that case, the invasion will not proceed as late, and as a result, our country will be able to cut off a large number of territories."

"The Beast Man is the main force, so you'll be ready there. That said, it is hard to imagine Lord Georg acting without considering any countermeasures..."

To Oliga's words, Lyudmila also nods slowly to give her consent. In fact, Georg is not as sophisticated as they think he is and tends to commit youthful shortcomings, but it can also be described as a misconception of a race deceased whose appearance and age do not match.

"Explorer, you may have already responded to one of the major cities."

"Well, if it was, some cities might use it as a shield to deny entry to the Imperial Army"

"In that case, there will be no hands or feet on the boulder. At least that's how we build friendships now."

"Yes."

That said, Georg would not be able to say that his anticipation is any stronger than it is no exaggeration to say that the city of Nidea, especially in the north of Dinanto, already holds its lords and the largest chamber of commerce in its hands.

"Soldiers are going to cut off awkward speeds before Lord Georg hits them. Our grief, to obtain the unfreezing earth."

"Yes!"

Imperial territory is snow-covered throughout the year by much of its national territory, and many lands that are not are endless because of severe cold weather and food problems in winter, with the starving, frozen dead. Therefore, south of the present border, securing the warm and abundant lands of the dinants is a grief for the Empire. Lyudmila thanked not God but one Dragnil for the opportunity to make it happen.

Thus, the Sankzi Castle Fortress offensive, whose opening lid was about to be cut, with many thoughts intricately intertwined.