As the light plugged through the sanitary building window turned into the color of the sunset, a horn howled announcing the enemy's retreat.

A bouncing bridge descends and soldiers return to the fortress, and the wounded are brought into the sanitary building one after the other.

Swords, spears, arrows, hammers - the soldiers are wounded with a variety of weapons, some of them with minor injuries, some of them carried in without being able to walk.

Far more wounded than the thirteen I've already seen - I guess my predecessor shrugged his mind in hitting that treatment.

I think for a moment if she stays here. With only two doctors capable of surgery, the time before the injured person is released from pain is dramatically shorter.

But I can't cry. I'm Katie, and I'm going to ask you to pick one of the health guards who's good with the procedure and take charge of the moderately wounded.

"Mr. Rendle, take a break when you're done treating the seriously injured. If we crumble, there's nothing we can do."

Mr. Rendle just nods back. He's doing well, even though it doesn't mean he's skilled in medicine, too - even if I don't say anything, he can do post-operative procedures.

Everyone in the health team is working hard. Even I, the newcomer, should try to raise morale in the field regardless. As I said myself, the important thing is that it doesn't break no matter how harsh the scene.

Go into some of the ostriches and treat the arrow wounds stabbed in your arms - no matter how tired you are, don't drive your hand crazy. In the practical exam I had actual surgery with instruction, but even before such a diverse wound, what I learned is certainly brought to life.

Encourage patients who blur their consciousness in pain and stop bleeding quickly. The study "How to make up for the blood loss" is still underway, and a way to transfuse someone else's blood has been conceived, but it has not yet materialized.

I don't know if I can keep all my patients alive. There may already be soldiers brought in too late - even that, I'm not afraid.

If you stop your hand for fear, more patients will lose their lives. Because that's what I knew.

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Zirconia's general Alejandro attacked the Fortress of Isle Rose from two directions, splitting almost two thousand and five hundred troops.

Enemy casualties are more than two hundred and fifty on the west side of the fortress. On the side of the allies, thirty-seven people lost their lives.

When the Siege Tower fell, the enemy's morale fell tremendously and the chain of command was disrupted. Troops on the side of the allies poked it well and slapped the collapsed enemy soldiers to further sharpen the momentum and later kept this damage to a minimum by guarding it thoroughly.

In the battle on the northeast side - even with the struggle of the Knight of Raquel, and His Royal Highness and Mr. Presha, twenty-five people died.

The dead of the enemy army are more than four hundred. His Royal Highness Astina himself waved his sword on the front line, saying that he had slashed the enemy soldiers, only the same number combined with the sixteen Kingsguard cavalry he had been able to obey.

The results of the Raquel Knight, Presha Attack Captain, are alongside His Highness Astina. Chief Raquel single-handedly chose to storm because the power of the Demon Warrior was so exceptional that it killed hundreds of people in one horse as a fact.

Most of the soldiers suffered minor injuries, and the seriously wounded soldiers were brought into the fortress. Those who took their lives.

But many were unable to return to the fortress and lost their lives on the battlefield. When I heard he was still alive when the battle was over, he just wasn't careless.

Still, by repelling Zirconia, the soldiers had a definite vibe in their eyes.

I carried Katie to the couch, sleeping while she was stuck at her desk, out of fatigue. Mr. Rendle is asleep sitting down too - now, you'd better not speak up.

I left the sanitary building. The sanitary building alone cannot accommodate the seriously injured, and the other quarters are to be dispersed to cope with sudden changes in condition.

Ever since Mr. Raquel's men told me about the outcome of the fight, one thought kept going around the same place in my head.

"... General Alejandro... and Zirconia..."

What was the purpose of the enemy general - if you mobilized all those soldiers and ambushed them, you thought you could drop the Isle Rose Fortress?

Or is the aim separate? The damage to the enemy army is immense and the General, the Commander, is likely to be held accountable, but if the General has any other aim, it is possible that this is generally not just a defeat for the enemy.

I was a student until yesterday, and thinking about the military is nonsense. But just working as a military doctor, the dead keep coming out and if they conscript to replenish their soldiers, the nearby inhabitants will diminish their loyalty to His Highness Astina.

It seemed very unlikely that an experienced soldier would be sent from the centre. I can't think of such optimism now that there was one case of 'the royal man passed with Zirconia'.

(... In this situation, I cannot even ask His Highness to visit the Divine Tree. overnight attack from last night's enemy attack, a massive attack... if they do this, Your Highness will not be able to leave this fortress for a moment)

On the contrary, talking about the Divine Tree in this situation may in itself buy you an unhappiness.

The erosion of the dead earth begins again sooner or later - it is too late to do so.

"... Glass Weed"

I didn't realize I had someone standing forward until they called me by my name.

I was standing there - Knight Raquel.

But on the battlefield, she is fierce, sedentary and calm during normal times, always letting go of her mind as a samurai - like losing her hegemony, blue-white face, and shaking her lips.

"Chief Raquel, what the hell... oh, no!

Someone who could also be her is about to fall forward, holding her leg. When you support that shoulder and push it away, a tremor comes from that body.

"Are you okay...... hold on, Knight Raquel!

Shaking Mr. Raquel's shoulder, the light barely returns to his vain eyes.

And she said with a faint, weak voice that squeezed out of her lungs.

"... His Highness Astina has fallen"