Hakai no Miko

The story that the Son of Destruction had enlisted was instantly spread from the Royal Palace to the alley (again) via court sparrows such as women and junior officials. In Holmea, the capital of the country, Holmenia, when you stop by, people start rumouring each other that they are faithful and mixed.

"He said that the Son of Destruction had raised soldiers before he could be sent to the Crusaders."

"I hate everything. You think you're trying to tie hands with the Romanian state and attack this country from the east and west"

"No, no. According to what I've heard, they're making a deal that the Son of Destruction will attack the city first"

There was yet another emotion on the faces of those who exchanged such rumors, as King Walius once declared his rebel slave crusade.

Though the rebel slaves are led by the Son of the Goddess of Terrible Death and Destruction, they are at best the forces of a regional city. Even though the unpopular creeps were felt, the victory was considered unshakeable if the Holmeer nation, known as the male of the western realm.

But the emergence there of the name of the hostile Romanian nation elevated what was only anxiety to a clear sense of crisis.

And that was the same in the national centre of Holmea.

It was in the military council opened before King Walius, sitting on the throne, along with the report of the conscription of the Son of Destruction, that both Wenwu officers were severely bumping their opinions together with a serious face.

"Word broke that every rebel slave would blade the great Holmeer nation! With all its strength, this place smashes without question and demonstrates the prestige of the Holmeer country, but it can be regarded as a good measure!

If a bloody martial officer exhales so much pneumonia, a civilian speaks differently to it.

"If you think about one of the gold coins from five years ago, it's more obvious that it's through with the Romanian state than to see fire! It is the pinnacle of stupidity to give full force to the suppression of rebel slaves. Some metaphors say thieves will vandalize an empty house for not getting rid of the rats in the field. It is the Romanian country that must be cautioned!

Then, soon, objections arose from the martial officer,

"A cunning king of Dordea. They will wake up soldiers after they have determined whether our country can immediately suppress the rebel slaves. Then you just have to take it backwards, suppress the rebel slaves once and for all, then take it back east and prepare for Romania!

And then again, doubts pop up about it.

"Isn't it easy to say and difficult to do? Have you ever forgotten how miserable a noble general here was while keeping five times as many soldiers?

It was a controversial military debate, but within a moment (about two hours), I would just as well come up with an opinion. Then, as the Hordes and the heavy ministers showed, they turned their eyes to King Walius, who had until then listened silently to the military debate.

Feeling his gaze gather on himself, he wonders what is wrong with King Walius.

The power of war possessed by the Holmeer State can be divided into two main parts.

One is the soldiers called the National Army. They are professional soldiers who receive salaries from the state. Fewer major battles have been fought today with the host Romanian state, but they are still elites who encourage military training day and night and experience real battles such as domestic insurgency crackdowns and bandit crusades, albeit small. Its morale and sophistication are so high that it is precisely the dominant power of the Holmeer nation.

And the other is the soldiers of the noble lords entrusted to the lords. Instead of being guaranteed the right of territorial rule by the state, nobility has the duty to lead the soldiers in fighting at the king's request. If King Walius summons, the Horsemen will gather together with soldiers, and it will reach 10,000. But the majority of its soldiers are peasants driven out as labourers. I really have a problem with morale and proficiency.

As King Walius, I'd like to crush him by a brilliant army of nations, such as the rebel slaves who have so far painted his face with mud.

However, the majority of the national army is placed near the eastern border as a preparation for the Romanian state. With the expected invasion of the Romanian state at present, it is not a good idea to pull the national army out of its eastern readiness.

Instead of pulling out the National Army, there is also the hand of turning the Horsemen to prepare for the east.

But that's something the Horsemen won't like.

It is incumbent upon the Horsemen to lead the soldiers into battle at the king's request. But at the same time, it is also an important opportunity to give (only) a grace by raising a hand on the battlefield. Whatever the Romanian invasion is certain, the morale of the Horsemen is not raised in the eastern preparations, which are uncertain whether they will have the opportunity to mention the handles. In addition, those who do not want to stay away from the territory for long periods of time will be even more reluctant in defense that is prone to prolonged battles.

King Walius made his decision.

"I call myself the Son of Destruction, etc., but I am a rebel slave at best. Romanias to the east are the enemies of Holmea! The first step is to consolidate the east with the National Army!

After all, it is the Romanian State that is a threat. The National Army, which had been deployed everywhere, shall be convened to prepare for the Romanian State.

"Also, to suppress the rebel slaves in the west, we will use the help of the gods! Fly to the Horsemen! Take the spear and bring it to the rest!

And against the Son of Destruction shall be the soldiers of the Horsemen. I am disturbed by the morale of the soldiers, but King Walius had a secret plan, for it is unclear how many soldiers will lead them into the war.

"It should be noted that those who want to achieve merit in repression will receive a tremendous reward. And whoever does so may leave the reign of the city of Bornis to be reclaimed!

The chief minister turned to this.

It is now the most developed city of Bornis in this western region. Perhaps the major industries will be placed under royal control, but still the tax alone on wheat and other cereals transported from the Sorbiant plains as they pass through the city will be enormous. If you become a lord, you can deliver it to your nostalgia.

The majority of the Horsemen, who have fewer major battles and no longer have the opportunity to award prizes from the state, are borrowing from merchants the expenses of entertainment and subsistence.

If those lords heard this, they would undoubtedly change the colour of their eyes and bring many soldiers into the war.

And King Walius, when he rises from the throne, proclaims himself exalted.

"Gentlemen, I command the soldiers! Now is the time to show your loyalty to the rest and let Holmeer know his authority!

When the heavy ministers kneel down on the spot, they summon to King Walius.

"" All for Your Majesty's sake!! "

Thus King Walius' throne was conveyed to the whole of the Holmeer kingdom by the early horses.

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The movement of such a Holmeer nation had been brought to the pale horse at once.

"Hey, Soma. I just got word from a fucking jerk."

The only person who Shemr curses with his fucking jitter is the solon left in the city of Bornis. When the grinning Ethereal Horse asks what the contact is about, Shemr cleverly opens the script and reads the contents as she takes the horse's horse.

"Looks like a secret book has arrived from those who made the Holmeer country sneak by. It seems King Walius is gathering the National Army eastward and is about to turn to us the soldiers of the Lords"

The Ethereal Horse had been taken prisoner in the Bornis showdown and then chosen from among the soldiers who offered to return to their ranks, to some extent in the national army, who could read and write, and had let him grab the gold and use it as an insider into the Holmeer country.

However, even if the soldier offered to return to the Ethereal Horse has a high status, he is at best a captain in the middle. I just don't get information about the Royal Palace or anything, but I was still able to grasp about the movement of the general Holmeer National Army.

To what Shemr reads, the pale horse strokes his chest down in a ho.

"That was good. That's good news."

If we compare ourselves to the Romanian State, it is only natural that the Holmeer State should prepare the dominant national army for the Romanian State and try to suppress ourselves with the soldiers of the Hordes.

But the opponent is King Walius, who doesn't know what to do if he has a seizure. We could have come to ourselves with all the armies of the Holmeer nation. At first I was also thinking of a delayed tactic if all the armies of the Holmeer country were to be provided, but that also apparently went to waste.

"Now we can proceed as planned."

When the Ethereal Horse said so, laughing at Shemr Helan and others, there was a sound of jalali and chains ringing right beside him. Turning to you, Jahangil, with a chain of iron balls on his shoulder, walks slightly.

Jaharngil seemed in a good mood these days, but Dinosaurian's face looked grumpy in the eyes of the Ethereal Horse at that time, which only seemed faceless to other races. Immediately realizing, the Ethereal Horse speaks to Jaharn Gill.

"Don't be disappointed. Next time, I'll have Mr. Jahangill hang in there."

When the Ethereal Horse could do so, Juhangil rang his throat as if he had said otherwise that it was not rotten.

In doing so, the Ethereal Horses came as close to the river flowing between the cities of Bornis and L'Oma.

It is a land now known as Snomuta, mainly on the eastern side, which crossed the river. Snomuta is an indispensable and important piece of land in telling the history of the West Side where the battle known as "Snomuta Humiliation" will take place some time after this.

At that time, however, there was nothing but a simple bridge and dock around the river, an unnamed crossing to the west from the people of Holmea and a crossing to the east only in Bornis.

Five days have already passed since we left the city of Bornis until the Ethereal Horse came here. A regular march would have allowed us to arrive in two or three days, but it took so long, for one thing, to coach the recruits along the way.

"All right! That's it for the march! Signal for a halt!

When the Ethereal Horse raises his right hand and orders a halt, the drum is beaten with a clap that means a halt slightly later than that. But still, it took a long time for everyone to stop. If you look at the soldiers following you, some of the line is overcrowded, and vice versa, some of the distance is too far away.

As Marcronis says, we don't seem to have enough coaching yet.

Shemr called me when I was thinking about that.

"Is it so far away and good, Soma?

As Shemr says, there was a distance to the crossing to cross the river. No matter how fast Zoan's legs run like a horse, it's too far from here to ambush him.

But the Ethereal Horse smiled and nodded to show.

"Yeah. It's good here. If you get too close, they'll burn the bridge."

When I looked at the bridge, there was a small garrison on its opposite shore - on the side of the Holmeer State.

It is the garrison of the Holmeer State, which was built along with restoring the bridge burned by the defeated General Darius as he retreated. There are hundreds of soldiers of the National Army sleeping there at all times, and in case the Son of Destruction tries to take his troops and attack them into Holmea, he says he is preparing to burn down the bridge and prevent them from entering the country.

"Come on, let's get ready for camp before sundown"

The Ethereal Horse, who said so, gives instructions when he calls Marcronis.

"Put the soldiers in three. One lets set up a formation, one gives a break, and the last one gives you perimeter alert."

Marcronis answers briefly to the instructions of the Ethereal Horse, "I understand," and puts a whip in the horse and causes it to run to the rear of the line.

Then some time later, the Ethereal Horse soldiers began to move in haste.

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The name of the river that flows between Bornis and L'Oma is the Conte. It is a great river that uses the mountains of the north as its source and carries water to the inner sea of Benes in the south. Even in relatively shallow areas, at this time of year, the water flows at depths up to the waist, and the river is wide enough that it can never be crossed on foot, but it is somewhat difficult to keep weapons and armor on. It was such a river.

A garrison at the side of Holmea on a bridge crossed by such a river. There was already a rigorous state of precaution and tingling tension following reports that rebel slaves had enlisted.

Until now, soldiers in the garrison never entered the Bornis side if they could inadvertently provoke Bornis. But now, in front of the bridge on the Bornis side, a simple fence is built in double with the cut out tree tied in a lattice as it is. And from a small warehouse built only one way away from the other buildings, the large quantities of oil and wood (shiitake) that had been stored were brought out, along with which the burning fire, day and night, was constantly burning.

This is an arithmetic of burning down bridges using oil and firewood while buying time on the fence, even when rebel slaves attack. Since the trees used for the bridge itself are also stained with large quantities of oil for embalming, it will be impossible to stop them from burning off once they are lit.

But the shoulder watermark was also a good place to start, as the key enemy began to set up formations far away, saying he was so ready to wait.

"Captain. Are they going to calm down over there?

To the question from this man, the commander of the squadron who keeps this garrison faces.

The squadron leader himself just thought that the rebel slaves were going to let the momentum hit them. Yet the rebel slaves can even be seen in the distance trying to set up a formation for the camp there. This was just unexpected.

In the march, crossing the river is one of the major problems. It is easy to divide soldiers by the river, and even if they are raided again, they can't help but flee in the river. Instead of trying to hold down the bridge before it burns down, the march says how quickly to cross the river will be a liver, we're putting up a long line.

Confused by this incomprehensible state of affairs, he does not put it on the table, and with all his stubborn face, the squadron leader puts his men away.

"Don't be alarmed. It's a shame. It might be a way to keep this one off guard."

Speaking of the Son of Destruction, even Darius, that Holmeer's best general, is a schemer who trapped him. You can never be alarmed.

The squadron leader can speak harshly to his men. Not only did he leave it to his men further, but he himself took a look around the garrison to try to maintain tension among the soldiers.

But behind the Holmeer soldiers, who were forced into such severe tension, the rebel slaves put the soldiers to rest early when they finished setting up their formations.

Even that must be this alarming pseudo. With that in mind, the Squadron Leader doubled the number of night guards that day, and demanded that the spark never cease.

In such a state of tension, other soldiers who are not night policemen don't sleep much either. Everyone was wary of when the rebel slaves would strike at night, and they spent the night without proper attention.

However, there were no vigilant night raids, etc.

The squadron leader, who barely slept through the morning, was more frustrated than relieved by the absence of night raids.

"Damn! I want to burn the bridge."

If that's the case, I want to burn the bridge and retreat from the garrison. However, the bridge is also necessary when the Holmeer State attacks Bornis. It's not a good idea to cook it on your own with a single squadron leader.

The squadron leader, aware of his lack of sleep and frustration and his mouth saying things he can't even do, shakes one head and shakes off the idea.

Then as I was getting ready to look around in the morning, a soldier rushed in there.

"Squadron Commander! Oh, my God! They're moving!

"What?! Is that true!

At once the drowsiness blew away. When the squadron captain grabbed his sword, he jumped out of his quarters and ran to the riverbank.

Finally, the battle begins! If they attack, we must immediately set fire to the bridge. Also, we need to hurry up to Fort Garraf in the rear and issue a warrant.

The squadron leader, who ran inside the garrison thinking in his head about how to deal with it in the future, rushed up to the building in front of the river bank.

And as soon as I saw the sights of the enemy from the watchtower, everything blew out of my head and turned white.

"What are they thinking...?

I can't help but whine like I lost myself half of the time.

Rebel slaves lined up near enemy lines look good. But the problem is, that's where you hear voices coming from.

"Align!

"" Oops!! "

"Spear, stand up!

"" Oops!! "

"Poke!!"

"" Oops!! Oops!! "

A hanging voice heard from afar and the appearance of soldiers moving with their voices up to match it.

That obviously belonged to the troopers.

"Are they letting us train soldiers in front of them...?

My men who came late there following the Squadron Leader raise their voices of anger.

"Squadron Commander! I can't stand being made so cocky! Let's attack him from here!

No matter how cautious they are, they're more than a thousand. There are more than ten times as many of them. Even though everyone can see that it's suicidal if you attack it like that, you don't seem to be able to make a decent decision due to anger and lack of sleep.

The squadron leader nods unexpectedly, but hurries to praise his men.

"No. This could be their strategy, too. Look, don't ever be alarmed!

But contrary to the expectations of this squadron leader, after five or ten days, the Ethereal Horse did not try to move from there.