Hakai no Miko

Suddenly, the cabin was quickly inflamed by the attack of a fire kettle by the Harpuran daughters who had raided it.

That should be it too. The hut was a warehouse of firewood (maki), firewood (shiba), and large quantities of oil that became sparks to burn down bridges when rebel slaves attacked. It ignited those sparks, and the momentum of the fire became untouchable.

"Oh, my God...!

The commander of the squadron who keeps this garrison was stunned before a warehouse that winds up the flames of the Red Lotus and burns.

Moreover, it seems no coincidence that the warehouse was burned by Harpuran. Somehow, the Harpurans just burned the warehouse where they were storing this fuel, and they weren't even trying to get their hands on anything else. All that is left is to fly over the warehouse, and to restrain those who seek to extinguish the fire.

Obviously, we were convinced that there was a spark in this warehouse to burn down the bridge.

Something occurred to the captain who wondered when the warehouse had become known to the enemy.

"Oh well! Before this."

Recent military operations thought to have been carried out to divert the attention of the Holmeer State from the Marben Copper Mountain raid. That must have been like a powerful reconnaissance that at the same time was a positive move and would see what kind of response this garrison would take when they actually attacked the crossing.

He didn't realize it, and he moved the firewood and oil out of the warehouse in front of the enemy monitoring him.

But the squadron leader didn't have time to regret himself for getting on well with the enemy's thoughts.

All of a sudden, the sound of a drum beating heavily was pounding.

And the meadows that spread with it to the west side of the Conte river moved. No, the meadow didn't move. How moved were the Zoans, who were lurking on four legs in the meadow grass. That number is roughly three hundred. Probably a surprise assault force ahead of the main unit.

"Hey! Burn the bridge! Burn the bridge!

The squadron leader is hacked after shouting so unexpectedly. Even though the wood used for the bridge is stained with oil so that it burns easily, it does not burn because it presses fire to the point of pine light. It was originally planned to load wood on the bridge, put oil around it, and then set fire to it.

But the key firewood and oil for this has now burned up with the warehouse it was exactly storing. Now it's impossible to burn down a bridge.

There is no longer a choice but to defend ourselves here or retreat.

But there are only a few hundred soldiers in this garrison, even if it is to be fought off. No matter how much he defended himself with a double fence, it was visible that the Zoans would easily push him off, as in the case of his men who panicked without even being able to prepare an interception posture yet.

The squadron leader makes a decision.

"It's a retreat! Retreat!

Even if you stomp willingly, you'll just die in vain. It is best to take action here by promptly communicating the raids of the Zoans to the rear Fort Garraf.

"Hurry! If they break the fence, they'll never get away with it again!

Even while they are screaming like that, Zoan and the others attached to the first fence grab Yokogi and boil it, slapping the rope that is tied with a mountain knife and trying to break through it. If both fences are pushed through, there is no longer anything to block (whisper) between us and Zoan. Then the soldiers, who have no choice but to flee on foot, will be wiped out if they do poorly, before Zoan, who will chase them at a horse-like speed with four legs.

The soldiers of my men were well aware of that, and began to flee away from the holding so as to scatter the spider child along with the captain's instructions to withdraw.

Shortly after the Holmea soldiers withdrew, the Zoans, who had lost their enemy resistance, pushed the fence without difficulty and poured into the garrison.

"No pursuit needed!

Garam drank some of the warriors who tried to chase the Holmeer soldiers who had fled before giving them instructions.

"Search for any more enemy soldiers hidden than that!

With Garam's life, Zoan's warriors scattered in the garrison when they made one group in a few. Originally a narrow garrison. Not long ago, the search was completed and it was confirmed that no enemy soldiers were lurking.

"Whoa, it's Raging Fangs. All of them in Holmea, they run away and leave no one behind."

Garam nods one to Zoog's report, then looks back. There he is, a deputy assistant to Gallam, and Zug's niece, daughter Kraga Bunuka Shishul, awaited Gallam's instructions.

"Send a signal to Dvarin and the others."

"Yes! I understand, My Lord General!

Zoog called out as he watched Shru beat the drum with a complicated clap.

By the way, it's Gallum.

It's probably a private conversation from where Zoog calls it by name, not by letter (bruised). Gallum, who thought so, also replies effortlessly, drawing strength from his shoulders.

"What, Zoog?

Zoog says with such a grumpy face.

"Why is the Great General at war - and on the front lines like this?

Gallum turns away just how bad the bat is.

"Now it just moves as though it's still a measure put in place by Soma. There is nothing to do when it comes to the general. Then wouldn't it be important to check everyone's movements in this way?

I utter the most seemingly excuse, but I can't seem to see Zoog's face properly either, which is not convincing. Zoog bit.

"You did, even when you became a great chief! There's nothing to it, dressed like I'll take care of it. After all, aren't you coming out with me!

"... Was I?

With even worse bats, Gallum becomes an outfit that almost turns his back against Zoog. Zoog grabbed the shoulder of the gallam.

"Hey, my Lord General. Looks like I'm gonna have to put a piece on you once and for all."

To Zug, who now says exactly with the look of a tiger or bear trying to eat people out of their heads, that's just one gallam of cold sweat on their spine, too.

Then, just then, something emerged from upstream of the Conte River in a corner of Gallam's sight.

"Huh! Looks like the Doverins are here! Angry Claws, it's not like the fleeing enemy isn't coming back for reconnaissance. Take the warriors and hit perimeter alert!

Leaving that to say, Garam leaves early enough with the shrug. Towards that back, Zug exclaimed bitterly.

"You galam. You got away..."

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Fort Garaf, in the western part of the Holmeer country, is a small fort between the crossing of the Conte River and the city of L'Oma.

Its Fort Garraf was made noisy by reports of soldiers withdrawing from the crossing of the Conte River.

Under the original plan, if the rebel slaves had attacked us before the Holmeer National Army, we should have burned the bridge from here to prevent them from entering the country. Instead of burning down the bridge, it is important to say that it was taken the other way around.

"I'm pretty sure the Zoans who attacked me looked like 300, right?

"Exactly," replied the captain of the fort, who had withdrawn from the crossing of the Conte River.

Besides, the captain of the fort thinks in arms.

The raids that have struck the crossing will no doubt be seen as a sudden assault force by some Zoan and Harpuan in terms of numbers.

At any rate, rebel slaves are not all Zoan running at a horse-like speed with a harpuran that can fly through the sky with wings and four legs. It also includes humans and Dinosaurians and Dwarves with slower legs than that. That march should be slower if we also consider transporting thousands of people's worth of food and such. Whatever it is, I don't think I could have moved those slow-footed armies any faster than this one's unleashed scouts would have returned.

He presumed that only a highly manoeuvrable species such as Zoan and Harpuan would be able to secure the Conte River Bridge Head Fortress (Kisho) first and then the main unit would come.

Then there is still room for salvation.

We just have to burn down the bridge, faster than the main army of rebel slaves arrives.

With the bridge still occupied, the rebel slaves enter and leave the country as they please. If that happens, the whole of Holmea could be plundered by the fast-paced Zoans if they do poorly. At any rate, we had to burn down the bridge and stop the enemy invasion.

"Gather the cavalry. And get the kettle ready. With the dawn of tomorrow, we'll burn down the bridge."

It is an arithmetic of using the thrust of horseback riding to break through the Zoans, who will probably be waiting for this one in front of the bridge, throwing a fire kettle and burning down the bridge.

Originally, the Zoans were a species specializing in surprise and sudden raids using their high level of mobility. On the contrary, he doesn't like defense by stopping his legs because he just doesn't take advantage of the peculiarities of his race or because his equipment is lightweight. Needless to say, I'm in Harpuran.

That gives you a good chance.

That's what I thought. The captain made a cavalry all over the fort and a ton of oil pots available.

And when he formed an ambush unit consisting of light-dressed infantry, mainly cavalry spanning horses and dragon riders, the captain himself headed from Fort Garraf to the crossing during the night.

I can't use Matsukira or anything to succeed in an ambush. The legs of the march, which relied only on a few moonlights, were slow, and when the ambush troops came near the crossing of the Conte River, it was already at dawn at night and the eastern sky began to whiten.

To escape Zoan's eyes, who would be wary of this raid, first hitch yourself at the foot of a small hill in front of the crossing.

"All right, light the fire kettle!

At the instruction of the captain, the cloth packed in the mouth of the kettle is lit with pine lights one after the other. And in the order in which it was set on fire, the cavalry on the horse was given a kettle of fire. There is a long leather strap around the neck of this fire kettle, and it swings around the fire kettle and throws with its centrifugal force.

"Good! The aim is not to take over the enemy. It's about burning the bridge down! Don't forget that!

After the fire kettle has gone to all the cavalry, the captain presses his men again in precaution.

"The infantry shoots arrows from afar to cover the cavalry's retreat and thwart the Zoans from trying to extinguish the fire. However, this is also more about restraint than defeating Zoan!

After confirming the signs of his men nodding in the dim, the captain ran up the slope, kicking himself in the side of the horse.

"Let's go, keep going with me!

And then the horse riding squad and infantry squad continue to roar.

If we go up the hill, there will be nothing to block until the crossing. From there it looked like the crossing was in my hands.

After all, they expected this raid. I just got a peek in the east sky into the sunlight, and I can see the Zoans lining up in front of the bridge.

But there's nothing to be afraid of if the Zoans don't use bows and arrows, long patterned weapons that knock off humans on horseback, etc. All you have to do is keep this momentum going, throw a fire kettle at the bridge, and later escape to a glance.

Even to intimidate the Zoans who had already noticed this raid and started moving, their throats just crumbled and they tried to bark in.

But as we approach the crossing, the voice gets smaller. And besides, the leg of the horse, which was making him run at full speed, loosened, and finally stopped.

It is the bragging voices of the soldiers that make it inversely proportional.

"Hey, what is that...?

"Such an idiot......!

"Ha, captain?! What the hell is this...?!"

The captain cannot answer as he hears the voices of the soldiers asking for instructions on his back.

"... am I dreaming or dreaming? Or is it an illusion?

Because it was the captain himself who didn't understand the sight he was seeing right now and wanted me to tell him what to do.