Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Don't be ridiculous... why, why do I look like this..."

There was a man at the border between Dinanto and the Empire, at the corner of the defensive position built there, where the soil, surrounded by a simple wooden fence, could also be called a burst of improvised detention.

His name, Lionel Beresford, is tied to a thick round thick, stretched into the ground, with no force, with his successfully forged arms. He was the commander-in-chief of the Royal Dinanto Army during the recent attack on the Sankzi Castle.

After a terrible defeat, he pulled troops to the border, sent requests for reinforcements to lords and nobles everywhere, starting with the Royal Castle, and built defensive positions, which were good, but at a stage when the position was almost complete, some nobles under his command, as well as his private soldiers, were suddenly detained and thus placed under house arrest in rain-exposed cells with no tent.

I'm not here. His trusted deputy would also be held somewhere else.

Originally, it is a major crime that cannot be complained about even if you are found guilty of treason and strangled, such as detaining a human under the command of an army under a royal decree. His orders, however, are "the attack on the southern part of the Imperial Territory, the Sankzi Castle Fortress and, if possible, the invasion of the Imperial Territory, the acquisition of territory". Beyond failing that life, it is not laughable that he, too, would be punished directly by the King if it were to return to the King's capital.

Therefore, neither his men nor his soldiers could be forthcoming with the nobles who detained him, and it was best to send a speedy horse to inform Wang Du of the status quo. In particular, nobles will be sending themselves convenient news, and it is hard to think that Lionel's men are not doing any obstruction to the early horses they send, but it is better than doing nothing.

Above all, it is their true intention that the nobles, who do not know the actual battle as it is, nor the unwrapped U.N. crowd, do not want to intercept the great armies of the Empire while they remain commanders.

"A hundred sheep led by one wolf is scarier than a hundred wolves led by one sheep"

the word, but that is exactly what it is.

From the aristocracy who carried this out, he would have just said, "Now that the busy commanders of the ascent of the knights have lost the battle unnecessarily, it is up to us, the aristocrats, to command the soldiers standing on top," but whatever the principals who actually succeed the housekeeper and are in charge of the running of the territory and of the private soldiers, only the young sons in charge are "born of the aristocracy" present here.

"I could do better myself"

There is no way that soldiers, who were led by raw military men like Lionel, could feel at ease when they were old enough to have such unfounded confidence, or just a group full of overconfident bloodthirsty young people, and now it is even the end of an aversion mood during the formation.

However, the defensive positions Lionel built on his knowledge and experience are robust and, given that, there is also hope that he will be able to develop a commensurate and lasting battle as long as he is thoroughly defended.

Especially if the aristocrats don't jump out of positions hanging on cheap provocations and enemy plots.

"The enemies say they are right beside each other...... why do we need to pull our legs between friends until such a time...... Huh!!

That word Lionel told me to groan as I leaned down will never reach anyone. He was alone, exposed to the gaze of his men who looked at him from a distance, hoping just that the invasion of the Empire would slow down, and in the meantime that he would be freed and would again have command of the army.

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"So, how's he doing?

"Thanks again, you haven't made one move. It's like a body."

"This is what happens when the builder comes up."

"Not at all. It's a reward for putting us in such a position, for losing a battle."

In the center of the position, they were in the tent of the commander where Lionel and his deputies were formerly in formation. They are aristocrats who restrained Lionel and his belly and still hold him under house arrest in a simple cell.

They were positioned in the western position most frequently ambushed by the Gardinian army during the Sankzi Castle Fortress offensive, at which time they had lost many soldiers and friends (noble sons not known if they could be called).

Therefore, it can also be said that it was an assault from resentment, an imposition, but it cannot be said that there was much resentment, either, because in the first place they were particularly ambushed because of the lack of smell and control among the Dinanto army. Of course, they don't know that fact, and they won't admit it even if they do, even if they do, than there are verses that even think they are better than Lionel.

"Anyway, let's die like this."

"Don't say that. It's dangerous just to detain him like this. If it harms the darkness, it is the other nobles who will take our feet."

"I know. That's why I'm giving you rice and water to the point of dying, and I'm even sending you a letter with a guilty plea to the King's capital."

"What happened to the early horse his men sent?

"Some of them could be destroyed. But it wasn't everything."

"Chip... I can't use it"

"What the hell!?

"Don't. Don't. Hang the shackles here to us, and it will be good for his men and other nobles in the king's capital. You can't just do that."

"Damn...... right. But don't forget you said you could use my men."

"What's wrong with saying incompetence is incompetence"

"Say it yet! What a big face you can have for not contributing anything to this case! Apparently, you have no shame!

"Become... Yes, let me tell you..."

Unaccustomed wars, defeats, retreats, impending imperial armies. They have also begun to experience a little bit of stress due to various factors.

Just lionel who lived on the battlefield and stuck up to the general.

The son of a young aristocrat who can't possibly be busy thinking about himself, his surrounding rights, and all his immediate interests, working in battle, etc.

Now that the gear, which could not have meshed more than the original, is starting to snap, break, and even the alternatives are no longer functioning properly, there can be no way the morale of the Dinant Army will rise.

They are not equipped with reinforcements sent from all over, reprimands from the Wang capital, expectations from their parents, the leadership of the private soldiers, and vessels sufficient to carry anything.

The only salvation is that the Empire is still unaware of this status quo. And it's that there's a defensive position built up by an experienced Lionel, but there's nowhere to go, such as how far you can fight just that, who knows that.