Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Hey, hey... what the hell is this? Huh!?

Lionel shouted so blindly when several pillars of flame rose on his left wing.

"Why is Dragon Newt here!! Why attack us!! Why, why are you on the Empire's side!!

It is no exaggeration to say that a cry similar to that scream represents the chest of a general on the spot.

"Or, my lord!! The left wing will collapse as it is!! We should not turn the expedited soldiers..."

"You tell me to send soldiers in that flame. You!! Then you can lead the gesture!! Center, right wing remain alert over the sky while continuing the attack on the castle fortress!! Look, don't get me wrong. If we retreat now, there is a chance that the enemy will strike out of the fortress. Forgive me for that in this situation and I will not be spared the destruction!!

But let's just say that in this situation, it's not the same as a dozen intertwined generals, just to be able to make that calm decision. Even if you don't know if that's the right decision.

"But the soldiers are frightened by that attack. Even if we attack now, we won't see any results..."

"I know that!! But this ambush at this time, if we retreat, that must be what the enemy thinks!! They're going to frustrate our nose and kill our momentum."

Lionel fists the conductor abominably. That look, that's what's distorted like a brake.

"... the question is how long that attack will last. Keeping your enemies in the fortress will also dramatically reduce the morale of your soldiers. It won't last long. If we don't stop that one when our hands fall apart, we'll be devastated in this prelude..."

To that voice, the general, including the surrounding tabernacle, breathes. The enemy was only inside the fortress, a moment when the strategy assembled on the main premise was overshadowed from its roots.

"Well, you'll do it flashy inside, Lord Stanford"

Rasheed watched the ambush from the guardian command post built just above the main entrance on the outer walls of the castle.

"A sudden ambush by Dragoneworth forces is a thoughtful thing to do."

"But that would be the best. Public soldiers are small in number. There is nothing but quality that can compensate for the small number. And the first to put in dragonuts whose quality is best, disrupting the enemy's chain of command, and, when appropriate, attacks by ground forces. No, I'm glad to finally be on your side, not just with personal force, but also with political and combat command."

"Absolutely, you're right. Do you want to? The enemy has stopped moving, now, can you open the castle gate and strike back?

"Mm-hmm. If the enemy starts to retreat, he should probably make a blow behind it. But if it seems to come over, it doesn't either. How inferior to morale, the advantages of a triple number do not so overshadow. Open the castle gate cheaply, and if this one is suppressed, I can't even see it. Inform the General to see how the enemy moves and move ad hoc. The guerrilla unit moves to the front, and if the enemy retreats, we'll have him cut ahead of the chase, okay?

"Ha, so"

"... but if it's someone who shows you the gaps so easily, you can't even struggle"

If you point your gaze at the enemy forces, you won't even see them turn their support to the left wing, and the commander and thinkers are busy rushing around the center, shouting at the castle fortress with the command wand in their hand.

"When this happens, it will be regrettable that the castle gate is only north and south..."

If there was a castle gate on the western side alone, it would strike out of there and inflict more blows on the left wing of the enemy, pushing defeated soldiers straight into the center of the enemy, a presence that does something to show it, but there is no way to make it happen now, such as renovation. In the first place, this castle fortress itself is built on the assumption that castle gates exist only in the north and south, and the internal structure is also built to make it easier to defend against it. If we are to suddenly gate to the west, we must review and change all of it.

"... Lord Stanford would do it overnight"

That said, you can't ask me to do that, and you won't take it on where I asked you to. He is likely to lose consciousness because of his lightness, but he is also the head of one country, and all his actions are only because they lead to Gardina's interests. The fort Sagrassi, which exists between the two countries, was built as a consideration for the forthcoming friendship, and the deal, but his renovation of this fortress will not be of any particular value to him.

"... and this battle is like a public cause if we get it right."

There is no doubt that it is the Empire that is planning to invade backwards with it, and it is no better to go out strong than it is.

Rasheed was alone, sighing at the ambiguity of his standing.

"What the hell is this... what the hell happened!!

Fire columns, splashing flesh pieces, blood splashes, screams, and anger that rise around. Until earlier, there was no such thing as a resolute general willing to attack and destroy his enemies, but a friend in the extreme of confusion was literally desperate to avoid an attack from the sky while he fled to the right and left.

"Lord Bertie!

"Oh, Lord Danilo! Are you all right..."

The man, called Bertie, remembers a glimmer of relief for his fellow man safely, while still looking around in an absurd and restless manner.

"The others!?

"I don't know! Anyway, even my soldiers are scattered, and they can't clean up as soon as possible..."

Surprise attacks from the sky by Dragoneworth and others are not so high as the offensive power of what looks fancy. They dare to attack mainly by fire magic, but that sight of explosion is not to say that it is a roll, and it has not been improved by the ability to kill by fragments or other things like modern grenades, which is not an immediate death unless it bursts directly, or at close range.

But in addition to the flaming sight of random flames everywhere, the suffering voices, screams, visual and auditory mental damage caused by burned armor, skin, etc. of the soldiers who received it at an even more indestructible distance had tremendous effects in the special environment of battlefield.

"I hurry back to the center! Sir, if your life is spared, I suggest you do so! Bye!"

Bertie throws that word at his fellow man, who looks like he's sinking, and runs out to the south on his own feet. Originally on a horse, but panicked by sound, heat and light, the horse shook him off and now I don't even know where he is.

No one blames him for not paying the dirt and dust on the armor he wears, but for his desperate escape. He was one of the noble brothers serving in this battle, but he was not on this left wing at least, such as someone who had the temper to fight without running away in this situation.

"Ha... ha..."

How could you do this? Yes, asking himself, he remembers thinking about it a few days or a few minutes ago.

Falling the fortress in front of him, he was supposed to take advantage of the momentum to lead an empire village as one of Yingjie who bravely fought and won for his country after attacking the city, looting money, food and women, and returning home.

What about that? What a funny and humble thing to be thrown out of a horse that, in reality, has not been kept, nor the whereabouts of gestures, nor the appearance of oneself fleeing without shame or hearsay.

"Yuru... no..."

Running, breathing out, mouthing words to no one.

"Keep going... ku... meh, be sure... or, no, drive away... I'll do it!

A bertie that dwells in hatred in its eyes and even runs. But I noticed that there was something at the edge of that vision, strictly above.

"Become...... Hih!!

What was that was, needless to say, Dragoneut, in the midst of trying to unleash magic on himself. My distance is still considerable. At least not to the extent that it can't be reached by bows and arrows, etc. Still, it should be noted that his Dragonut does look this way and is turning its hand.

"Do... don't... don't... don't!!

Such a voice never reaches the enemy, and even if it does, there is no reason to lend an ear to the enemy's words. The last sight Berti saw was a flame that filled his sight.

"... a total collapse, sounds good to see"

Leon squeaks so as he looks at the sight that spreads beneath his eyes. To be honest, he didn't think he could wreck his enemies so far with less than thirty of their own surprise attacks.

Indeed, there is an overwhelming advantage in being able to attack unilaterally from above. As such, the range within which an attack can be carried out is limited due to the small number. To make it up to them, they hardened in one place and struck some of them hard, not running endlessly anyway, increasing the number of wounded on a wide scale and placing as much strain on the enemy as they could.

The result is this.

"Captain, shouldn't this advance the input of ground troops?

To his men's words, Leon groaned in a small voice.

He is in a particularly close position to work patterns, Georg. Therefore, we also know that Georg does not originally want to use ground forces at the beginning. I didn't realize it, I heard him secretly zero in the line.

As for them Kingsguards, who are required to remain Georg's will, to be his hands and feet, his ears and his eyes, I want to respect that will. But Jill's ground unit is morale, and he wants to get out as soon as he has a chance, and he doesn't want to frustrate it.

"... tell Your Excellency. Later decisions should be left to Your Excellency."

Ultimately, it concluded so.

Perhaps after this the ground troops will be put on the front and the view under their eyes will further exacerbate the confusion.

"Tell everyone to reduce their magic consumption until ground troops are put into service. We disrupt and cover the rear of the enemy at the same time as the beginning of an engagement on the ground. We will do everything in our power to avoid harm to our disadvantaged friends in numbers. In some cases, we may also join the battle on earth, act with that in mind."

"Ha!"

Georg is the bearer of harsher and more gentle qualities than anyone else. At least, that's what Leon thinks. Therefore, if there be a dead man, he shall be greatly saddened, and greatly hated of his enemies, man. As for Leon, who can't help but feel horrified to think about what the consequences will be, it could also be described as a supreme proposition to do everything in his power to protect ground troops.

"Please, let them not have the smile of the goddess of victory..."

Praying so, it was Leon who would resume his attack on the ground.