Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Hey, what are these guys!?

"A subhuman soldier!?

"You barbarians of the Empire! Are you willing to pollute the battlefield with subhuman blood!?

The Dinant Army Left Wing, under assault by Gardina soldiers, finally became extremely confused, combined with an ambush by Dragonut from above.

From the point of view of the former, who prepared, advanced and opened the battle with the intention of attacking the castle, it is only an unexpected occurrence of an ambush from above. In addition to that, how can one imagine such things as being assaulted by a small number of subordinate troops from this earth?

Not to mention that if that subunit was unusually morale, well trained, and some of them were soldiers already experienced in action (tsuwaji), the difference in smell, such as the aristocratic private forces, appeared true. In the first place, they are superior to humans in terms of strength, muscle strength, etc. There's no way they're going to fall behind their opponents, even in smell, at least in combat where they can afford their health.

"You're not going to kill one hundred people!!

"Don't take the fall like Ningen!! Show Your Excellency our martial arts, now is the time!!

"Kill, kill, kill!!

"What will Ningen do!! We have Master Georg on us!! Slash me, slay me, slay me. No!

Slashed into the enemy line, they stroke the Dinant army with the support of a Kingsguard from above. Thus it was so overwhelming and merciless that Georg watched as he hid himself from the sky and later described it as "like releasing a wolf to a flock of sheep, it is just the activity of a lion's promptness".

Dinanto's army, which was in a state more equal to destruction than its former counterparts, had no technique to properly intercept them, and even the hard-won sub-units of the chain of command were targeted at commanders in attacks by the Kingsguards, leaving only a few options to simply flee to the centre.

"Oh, don't be cowardly!! There are few sub-people!! Line up and intercept!!

In the meantime, a small number of units retaining the chain of command begin an interception battle against the attack of the Gardina soldiers. Even though the number of troops was small, the chain of command was only functional in the midst of this conflagration, and its resistance was stubborn.

The beasts who beat each other in power, and not the armor cuff that beats the experience, but the wounded begin to appear little by little, and the momentum begins to fade.

"Damn! Everybody stay back like humans!! Our bravery, loyalty, what to do without showing here!!

Even though Jill is inspired to do so while cutting with his enemies on the front line, regaining momentum once lost is not a great deal of hard work to achieve. The Kingsguards over the sky are also unbearable for magical cover if they are in a state of turmoil. Because I can't even see the day I misfire on my side.

"Damn... not like this..."

It was time for that idea to come to Jill's mind.

"Die ya!!

"Huh!?

Just for a moment the void of consciousness, as if you were aiming for it clearly, the white blade swung.

< Shit!?

Even as he rushes to respond, the opponent is already about to wave down the sword in his hand, and Jill has yet to suddenly unravel from the rigidity caused by the attack. Unless even a miracle occurs, that's how it would appear in anyone's eyes if she had no technique to help.

< Dear Georg...... Huh!?

Her danger, in a sense, can also be described as an inevitable consequence. Because he was a commander but cut to the front line and was distracted by something other than the enemy in front of him in the midst of the expected conflagration.

But the danger was easily dispelled by the hand of those who would not tolerate her death.

"Kehah!"

A soldier in front of him was suddenly pierced by the muscle of light descending from the sky and fell to the ground.

"What...?

Jill, unable to keep up with the sight of it, looks up into the sky unexpectedly.

I don't see anything there, no, it looks like nothing at first glance, but I'm sure she is, she was convinced.

My dear you. Stronger and more proud and kind than anyone else in this world.

Looking around, an equally endangered companion is being worn and saved by an enemy in front of him by something like a spear of light pouring from heaven.

"Retreat, I guess that means..."

It would be nothing more than that he had made it clear that he would not serve this battle, and that he had done so until the words were different, had already become unacceptable to him.

"Retreat all!! Leave the enemies you are chasing to the Kingsguard!! Think only of returning to your sick lord!!

This battle, which began with a Kingsguard ambush, has also already passed forty minutes. Given the Kingsguard's ability to continue fighting, the order could be medium-harsh from Kingsguard. But they also envisage a succession of battles, including that much, and they act to reduce the loss of magic as much as they can. Regardless, if it had been any longer, they would have had to stop too and rendezvous with ground combat, but fortunately, there was still enough leeway to provide cover for the retreat.

In no time, the Gardina side finished the battle, which resulted in four dead and more than thirty wounded, and returned to the position.

It should be noted that the Dinanto side put together more than 2,000 dead people, double the number of wounded, but many of the damage on the left wing was caused by injuries, especially burns, and most of the dead were in forced siege battles. It can be said that the failure of the simultaneous offensive by the left wing to breathe together disrupted their footsteps due to the surprise attack, which caused the defensemen to make room for the resulting gap in the fortress defensemen under Rasheed's command, in other words, because they had all fallen out of the way, which should be an attack on the whole.

Following the withdrawal of the Gardina army, the Dinanto army also withdrew temporarily. The prospect of Dinanto troops trying to strike once and for all by a number that beat their enemies greatly at a lesser fatigue timing on the first day broke down considerably, and after all, Dinanto troops did not strike again that day.

"Totally... why are you on the front line, Jill"

Until earlier, Georg shrugged so, concealing his appearance, over the battlefield where the Great Mixed War was taking place.

He was prepared to break the saying that the war situation was worse than he had ever imagined, and when Jill was in danger, he exercised his magic.

It is like a high heat line, a little laser, using light magic. I intend to consider it as discreet as possible by shortening the irradiation time, but still there is a fear that it may be as rumoured among the enemies.

That said, there is also the problem that wind and fire have a wide range and may involve close allies. Dark magic could take my sight away or turn me into a state of confusion, but that would not be a decision to stop the enemy from attacking me, on the contrary, I feared waving my sword at the dark clouds.

Water magic lacks attack power in the first place. It could have been possible if it had been like a high water pressure cutter, but I don't know if that would have definitely stopped the enemy from breathing. In the first place, there was a lack of knowledge about something called a high water pressure cutter, and sometimes I wasn't sure I would reproduce it correctly in this setting.

"Was my coaching bad or another factor... no, I don't care about that now"

Georg descends into a less popular battlefield after Dinant retreats. There was the body of a Gardina soldier who had already been cut off.

"... throw it away like this, it doesn't even translate"

If left unattended, it is not something that I have figured out what to do with the Dinanto Army, which will eventually come to recover the bodies of my friends. I could easily have foreseen imitations to whip the dead, perhaps if they were beast opponents, they would be fine.

"... it would have been painful, regrettable, painful. I've done my part enough already. After that, sleep in peace. Until Gardina, I'll take responsibility."

A soldier of Gardina, fallen at the front, raised himself and by Johann and Jill by hand salt. The family we have spent until today together. An irresistible comrade.

Given that we will be sending them to many battlefields from now on, there is no reason why they are being struck here.

"... I knew, but how did you get inside"

It is not the earliest way to find their death unacceptable. But if you accept it and cut it off, your heart will be broken in the future, not so far away.

Georg remained a sinking face, retrieving the fallen soldiers of his friends while applying a cover by light magic, just like himself, and pulling them up to his own ranks.

"Jill, explain this to me."

After returning to his own ranks, Georg labored generals, mourned the war dead and treated the wounded. Then he held a military conference and summoned Jill after ordering the relocation of his own formation and rest in preparation for the fighting after tomorrow.

She seemed ready, too, and hung a shout around her worrying eyes, "I'm fine," then headed to Georg's waiting tent. And face to face with him, to this day.

"Ha, no excuses. I'm just biased, trying to inspire them by showing my loyalty to Your Excellency and also being ahead of the line with my men..."

"You fool!!

"Huh!?

Jill struggled with Georg's anger, which she had never heard before but training, when she was about to overwhelm herself.

"Jill, what do you think I wanted from you as a commander?

"… control of the troops, and sequential understanding of the war situation and identification of the trigger,"

"Why did you go to the front line, knowing that?

"… because even as we fought on the front line, we decided that it was not impossible to grasp the whole of a few friends"

"... was that decision right?

…………

Her silence was telling the story of her uncertainty more than any other.

"Being confident that even in the midst of a mess with enemy allies, when you can grasp as much as your own army moves, you just seem to do so. I'm not going to blame it on itself. However, we have to deal with what we decided to do that for, and why. Then let's ask, only demons who are not herds when it comes to real battle, and unilateral ambushes inside the Great Forest if limited to their human counterparts. In the rest of the world, you're just lecturing on strategy and tactics, and why did you decide that you could correctly grasp the war situation and make a definite name for yourself while cutting off from the enemy on the front line?

You couldn't find room for objection to Georg's words, she just uttered words of apology after remaining silent for a while.

".................. sorry"

"I don't want to hear an apology. I'm asking why."

"On the one hand, it's just my chronic mind on the other. I thought I was a warrior with only a few practical experiences, and as a result, I missaw the trigger and annoyed Your Excellency."

That's what she replied as she shriveled her proud ears and tails that got a little dirty in the war. Now you understand exactly how inappropriate your actions are, your expression is dark, and you're leaning down. He cried tears in his eyes and said that he would still fall from scratch.

"... I don't care about me or anything. There are two things I can't stand the most. One is that it damaged a soldier that could be called our tiger child. No, I know this is more than a battle situation. But depending on your command, there could have been fewer deaths, you understand that?

"... Yes"

That voice is so weak that it seems to disappear now. There, I could see a sense of reflection and self-censure in the Twelve. She, too, is now in the Gardina Regular Army Staff position, but was originally only a girl working in a merchant's house.

It was Georg himself who took these positions and took on the heavy responsibility. From Georg, who knows that the heart is honest and heartfelt, such an act of prolonged reprimand of her is only distressing.

But still, unless she says she can't stand her responsibilities if she wants to be expelled from the army of her own free will and doesn't want to fight, she must perform the actions, remarks, and tasks commensurate with her position.

That's what Georg imposed on her, her mission. And to that, her survival is the premise that exists.

"... the other thing is that this is the most intolerable thing... Jill has ruined his own life"

He was therefore relieved from the bottom of his heart that the great premise had not been lost. How anxiously he was driven when he saw her engaged with the enemy on the front line. How long did you feel like your life was going to shrink when your enemies tried to take you away?

To show her, he walked to her and held her with all his strength.

"What... Ah, Georg... Dear Sir?

Like a toddler guarding his treasure, as he held her head in his chest, slightly shorter than himself, he held her in his arms.

"Please, don't make me worry. I think of all soldiers equally as family, and I intend to take care of them, and I do not intend to discriminate against them and Jill in the battlefield. But you can be as free as you want to be special about Jill, who supports me and does everything you can, both publicly and privately.

Girling cynically as she said so, Jill, for a moment, failed to understand what was being said about how he stroked her head. And many times she rebelled Georg's words in her head, and when she finally understood them, she pressed her head against his chest as if to hide the tears that had poured out, as she tided her face once and for all, but did not shake his arms loose.

"... Dear Georg, Sincerely, I apologize. Because of my uncertainty, let us deserve to die for damaging Master Georg's soldiers. I'm sure you don't have the credentials to be held in your arms. But... but I will certainly try to fulfill this snowflake after this, so please, I want you to keep this immature person beside me..."

The whimpering began to mix, her voice. There, regret, carelessness, and guilt for having betrayed his expectations were taken for granted.

<... Maybe I should end up reprimanding you, but anyway, is that a sign that I have feelings too? Which is immature...... >

That said, he is also, in one way or another, of a thick nature. From his perspective, it may be difficult to admire herself and treat her only harshly as the Lord, who confessed her thoughts.

If you refuse to accept that it is a judgment left to love, you may not deny it.

But if you dare to argue, she's the only person on this scene who can have enough commanders, and even if you're convicting her of just one battle mistake, you'll get in the way of the battle ahead. That's all we need to avoid at all costs.

< Therefore, to order this, I will write a sentence, and I will write a martial arts in the same way as these, or... >

It is a passage of the grandson.

Before this sentence, it reads: "Graduate, if you still do not attach (Shinpu) to your parents, and (and) punish them for this, you will not take them. If you don't take it, it will be difficult to use it. Graduates, if you can't punish them even if you can already attach them to your parents, you'll have to use them."

In summary, a subordinate leaves if he is not even intimate with his subordinate but toughens the penalty. It is also a problem if we do not punish them because they are close. Therefore, when it comes to violating the rules, we educate them with kindness and control them with rigour. That is.

Though this response of his was first reprimand with harshness, he now gently comforts her in his arms, which would be exactly what goes against it.

< Well, nobody's looking. Now for a while, this fight or so, you can follow your own wishes... >

In the end he concluded so, holding Jill for a while now and continuing to gently stroke his head.

She will also put herself on the battlefield more than once from now on, and put her life at risk each time. That doesn't necessarily mean I can help. Rather, the bigger the battle, the harder it becomes. Maybe one day she'll give that life all out of Georg's sight.

Make it one of Gardina's leaders, military No. 2. And when she dies, who is putting her thoughts to herself, she thinks about how much impact it will have on the city, on the army, on herself.

What are you doing now while you keep yourself in the army... >

Masochistic thoughts come and go in my head.

He then sent her back to her position after he had accompanied her with a word, "I will not allow you to tread the same".

After this, a battle was waged over eleven days, eventually causing the Dinanto side to suffer the damage of as many as 10,000 people within 27,000, dead and wounded, on which they were forced to retreat until near the border within their own country after receiving reports of reinforcement proximity on the part of the Empire. You could say you were betting your prestige. You will have virtually lost the first battle.

The opposing imperial side is roughly 3,000 of the 8,000 defensemen, dead and wounded combined. It will gather the wounded, return some of the troops to the country as escorts, and reorganize with reinforcements in preparation for a reverse invasion.

Twenty-six people died on the Gardina side, who continued to focus exclusively on ambushes all the time. Since all the wounded were treated by Georg, it is also significant that the wounded did not suffer illness or later death based on the wound, but most of the ambushes were carried out by the Kingsguard, which limited them to night raids that required minimal ground combat and were more easily damaged, which made the bonfire a priority for the Kingsguard, striving to inhibit vision and continuing to worry about a blow away, so we could reduce the number of dead to this point.

It would also be great to leave the main battle only to the Empire. Gardina constantly unleashed reconnaissance and continued to target only moments of particular alarm, so much so that even after three days the enemy would also begin to be more vigilant, the fatigue of the Imperial fortress at four or six o'clock, and of the Dinanto army, which had to continue to prepare for surprise raids, had begun to appear visibly disturbed by five days, and deserters had already begun to leave the day before they retreated.

Thus, for Gardina, for the first time, the war against the human nation, its warfare, came to an end.

And the dinants begin to convey these words in a pragmatic way.

"Red and white, silver dragons inside, rings of stars, of the kingdom of the subhumans, soldiers (wax) are the flags"

Until the name Gardina was unknown, the presence of its flag and of an army made up of beasts seemed to come to pass on to the continent, little by little.