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"... that's for sure, right?

"Ha, some of them have already begun to retreat, and there seems to be confusion in the chain of command,"

Georg was beginning to faint at reports from the Kingsguard. No matter how fragile and low morale the troops were, it was just because they never thought that the formation would collapse that far in an ambush by fewer than thirty soldiers.

Indeed, an ambush by Dragonut would have a strong impact. If it's a unilateral attack from the sky, there's no way to fight back. Furthermore, the visual effects of flames and the auditory effects of explosions are easy to panic about if you are a soldier.

But how can you imagine confusing even the chain of command and even encountering the worry of breakdown? Am I to say that there were only commanders of that magnitude trying to invade a powerful empire?

"Your Excellency, we also have permission to attack."

From next to Georg, who is about to have a head for an unexpected situation, Jill advances that way. Her words are reasonable as one commander who wishes ground forces the opportunity to be active as well. Well, Georg also makes a statement to the effect that he will tolerate it.

"... withdraw promptly if you feel the damage is going to be significant, and don't let the dead out unhelpfully. The real war for us has not yet begun. Wish me a good fight."

"Ha, I will necessarily show my enemies with a painful blow. Okay, in this."

After saluting Georg, he didn't have the art of stopping her running to his own men.

"... order the Kingsguard. Prioritize ground force cover over this, and support the attack, retreat, wherever possible. This takes precedence over anything, even if the enemy commander is in front of you, so that if you have friends in danger in your sight, you can rescue them."

"Accepted."

I wasn't willing to talk to you about this one, Georg, but I couldn't give this all away. For for him, there was no way to wear out his own army, which he had finally acquired, in a place like this.

"... what a thing to leave behind."

Sighing deeply, Georg, who squirmed at no one, yes, flies to high altitude. It is not to put one's hand on this battlefield, but to see the battle of soldiers under one's command, alive and dead, fighting for what one believes in.

"It's the result of my guidance, so if I don't see everything..."

Assault an army consisting of 10,000 troops at about 300. If this is a story, what a brave, sweet, heart-pounding thing to do. But doing it in reality is family by making it a comrade of war who has been bitter together.

Georg flew over his soldiers, who dared to begin the march, with what a difficult thought to say in his heart.

"Staff, at last"

"Yeah, now is the time to show our loyalty to His Excellency. There can be no retraction, such as buttocks. Just try to punish the enemy in front of you and give victory to your compatriots in Gardina."

Gardina army approaching the enemy with a slight rush. Before that, Jill appeared. It shouldn't have happened, such as Georg, who has the title of General Staff, and she keeps the army in Johann's name, thus herself ahead of the line.

But she had a reason to really have to get ahead of herself.

< I want to show you how far I can give my life for you, I want to compliment you, I want to give you your trust, your love... >

That could be really impure, impure, or inappropriate thinking as a soldier on the battlefield. But as a single woman, it can also be said that beyond the position of master and minister, self-restraint has also taken on so many thoughts as to be difficult, it is rather a natural idea.

Thousands or even tens of thousands can be mentioned, such as why we stand on the battlefield. Because of what I believe in. To protect something, to protect one's desires, that's what makes it so much easier to subdivide.

She is also just that her thoughts as a single woman before being a soldier are reason enough to get ahead in this battlefield.

If Georg hears about it, he probably won't forgive anything, such as ahead. (i) I say nothing with him for a soldier to stand on the battlefield with those thoughts. But because I don't think there should be anyone who is equal to the Commander-in-Chief, such as putting himself at the centre and even pushing himself into the enemy as a front line.

The Commander Statue in him is the one who commands troops appropriately based on the ever-changing environment and circumstances, constantly thinking enemies, incomplete information (called battlefield fog), limited power and resources, and the psychology of his men.

How can you calmly grasp the situation of the war by slashing yourself deep into the enemy? How can you command properly?

Of course, this time Jill's predecessor is Georg's depository. If she had reported to Georg that there was no difference between the avant-garde and the rear guard than the overwhelmingly small number, and so on, but even so, if she had reported to Georg that she would slash him in the front line, and so on, he would surely have praised him.

She is already one of the key figures in the Gardina army who holds the number two position and is also allowed to speak in the Gardina parliament. Yes, that's not an alternative talent.

From Gardina, which is scarce in human resources, there is no way to lose it here.

"Staff! You can see the enemy! Apparently, as the Kingsguard informs us, it's in disarray!

"Great! I'm coming! Dye our blades with their blood! Triumph to our homeland with your enemy's neck as a souvenir!!

"" "" "Respond!!

They speed up their legs without putting aside such convenience as Gardina. Look at the imminent enemy in front of you and pull out your sword if you don't snap its neck.

The confusion is rather only exacerbated by the magic of the Kingsguard that is struck in there, even though some of the enemies who have noticed the Gardina army try to re-queue themselves to intercept this.

"All hands, move to the assault. Yikes!!

"Oooh!!

"Victory to Master Georg!

"Win over Gardina!

"Glory to our future!

The soldiers of Gardina who raise their roar and finally interact with their enemies.

The moment came when the beast man, a species that had been abused by man, showed his fangs, his nails, his thoughts, to man.