Hakai no Miko

"Is he - the aim of" Son of Destruction "is to crush the Crusaders directly from the ground!

To Darius's cry, I think Pompius is such an idiot.

I know how reckless that is when it comes to Pompius, who has no experience in leading the army.

During his time as Chancellor, he had visited various parts of the Holmeer country, so he had also seen the crossing of the Conte River and the flatlands in front of it. If that memory is correct, Darius pointed out that there are no forests, mountains, etc. there are some ups and downs, just plains. It's a place where there's no room for a trick.

All I can say is the pinnacle of stupidity, such as trying to intercept an enemy army in such a place that is twice as large as my own.

"Yet here you say 'Son of Destruction' is trying to intercept the Crusaders...?

Pompius gazes, even though Darius nodded severely and painfully at the question.

"But it's Darius! In a flat like this, huh? We intercept the Crusaders from the front in a place like this, right? I mean..."

Pompius swallowed his thoughts with relief.

"- I mean, are you trying to decide the female male by meeting?!"

It is a meeting - that is, a battle in which both sides prepare legion-sized forces and confront each other on the battlefield.

And for many kings and generals who led the armies of this era, victory in the congregation was also the supreme goal.

Because victory in a congregation conducted with the intention of overwhelming the enemy means the inability of the enemy nation to continue fighting in an era where there is still no concept of total national power to mobilize total national power. And that is synonymous with the demise of the enemy nation.

That is no exception to the Holmeer State.

At the core of the Crusading Army, which is now on its way to suppressing rebel slaves, is the "Black Wall". They are the most powerful army in Holmea who have been obliged to win and who have done so again. If that "black wall" were to break, the impact would be immeasurable. Many people in Holmeer countries will no longer think that an army exists that can defeat rebel slaves.

And the agitation spreads to all the people or all the gods.

Lords pledge allegiance to their kings because of the peace of their territories. Instead of the Lords offering their allegiance, the Kings have a responsibility to lead the Horsemen in battle and defend their land when something beyond their control occurs by themselves, such as aggression from another country. But if that duty is not fulfilled, the Hordes will have no point in doing their loyalty.

Then naturally there will be distrust and dissatisfaction with the Holmeer royal family from among the Hordes.

All that or not, there will be a few of the western lords who will seek to pass through the rebel slaves of Bornis.

No, in the worst case scenario, a lord could also show up to saddle from the Holmeer State to "Son of Destruction". And if even one of the gods bows to the "Son of Destruction," he even fears that on that occasion the other gods will bow to strike an avalanche and the whole western Holmea will be cut off.

The defeat of the "Black Wall" as a result of the meeting is precisely a crisis in the survival of the Holmeer State.

Pompius roughed up his voice just to understand it.

"But insurgent slaves have less than half the power here. Still trying to destroy the National Army - that 'Black Wall'?!"

"At least he won't do it."

If this wasn't Darius' word, and if it wasn't about the "Son of Destruction" who defeated him, it was very hard to believe.

But Pompius also knows that there have been instances of defeating large numbers from the front with widows.

"What if I were to bury a large number of soldiers in a leeward formation?

There is also a story in this continent of Cerdeas that the founding king of Holmea defeated the enemy army, which reaches several times more than his own, by arranging it to bear the river and denying it a way out, causing the soldiers to decide to die by dumping even more food.

Darius denies the idea of Pompius with a bitter smile.

"I don't want to think you've lost such a 'falling into the backwater' fool."

The Founding King of Holmea laid a "leeward formation" because of the spread of a sense of aversion (mandarin) to the enemy army for a prolonged battle, and because of the low morale of the soldiers by (teasing), if this one held up, it was necessarily based on the expectation that the enemy army would collapse first.

But it was King Holmea, three generations later than his founding king, who mistakenly assumed that if he lay a formation of leeward water without understanding it and prepared him to die, the soldier could defeat many times his enemies. His 10,000 troops, who challenged three times as many enemies as his own, to battle in a formation of leeward, naturally suffered a disastrous defeat and, with the exception of the two hundred prisoners, they were all killed or fell into the river and died.

From this, in the western realm, we can metaphor that "falling into the backwater" will fail to imitate others only by understanding the superficial layers of things.

"So what the hell is' Son of Destruction 'after?!"

Darius could not answer the question instantly, similar to the scream of Pompius. Answer with a voice that floats a bitter colour on your face and finally squeezes out after enough time to slowly count twenty.

"... I don't know"

Darius didn't know what the hell the "Son of Destruction" was after and what he was trying to do.

But still, we can only assume that the Son of Destruction is crushing the Black Wall.

If the present situation were to prevail, suddenly he tried to fight back against the enemy he had slaughtered, and the enemy did not take hold of him, and this seemingly lowered his sword in front of his eyes.

It should have launched an attack on two machetes, three machetes and standing, giving this one no room to fight back. On the contrary, it is just an attitude that says come and slash me.

But that's the other way around horrible.

If you are about to slash me badly, I will gently send this sword to show you and add a painful counterattack. I have a feeling about that.

But that's why we can't just leave the Son of Destruction like this.

The Holmeer nation has just been invaded by its enemies, or it has built a grand fort inside its borders. If we leave this alone, the Holmeer State will be subjected to heartbreaking and cowardly gestures from within and outside the country. Combined with one of the copper cases the other day, we are no longer talking about where the prestige of the great powers is hurt. It is branded as less than or equal to a third-rate state that cannot keep its promises or its borders.

In addition, the western borderline marquises may be opposed to King Walius, who abandons enemies that threaten the peace of their territory.

If we do not defeat the Son of Destruction as soon as possible, the Holmeer nation will be mortally wounded by it alone.

However, no matter how many times you check the map, the perimeter of the Conte River crossing is flat. I don't see any woods, valleys or mountains that can hide ambushes. I didn't think I could use the kind of measures that I had put in place five years ago.

Yet why does "Son of Destruction" just wait as if he wanted a showdown in such a land?

So Darius realizes haha.

"... what if I were to invite this suspicious demon?

If you look at the movements of the Son of Destruction so far, you will be tempted to avoid the battle.

The same goes for the other day's Marben Copper Mountain raid. I was just trying to avoid a fight from the front thoroughly, or even make myself point at other spears by trying to make Holmea and Romanian confront each other.

From this we also see the intention to avoid the "Son of Destruction" fighting as hard as possible.

Then this action was also considered a void.

By forming a battlefield in favor of the great army, I will instead alert you here to step on your two feet. And while this one is falling into suspicious darkness and unable to move, it is a measure to accumulate as much power as possible to counter it.

I think it seems like the "Son of Destruction" is going to think of a way to tease people.

But Darius immediately denies his thoughts.

The situation is different from five years ago, when we were hunted down and fought. There is no doubt that "Son of Destruction" has been preparing himself for battle during the last five years, saying that one day he will have to decide between the Holmeer country and the male and female. Make it the raid of Marben Copper Mountain, the fortress of Hariboth built overnight at the crossing, and to move it into action it needs to be prepared accordingly. At best it can never be thought of yesterday or today.

Will the "Son of Destruction", who has accumulated measures around so much preparation, challenge this great battle only with his vanity?

No, that can't be.

He's going to set something up.

There was a feeling close to such certainty in Darius.

But I didn't know what that hunch was trying to show.

I feel sorry for myself for being offered discretion.

If I could see a place that would be a battlefield with this eye, if I could feel it all over this body, I might be able to read some of his aim. That being said, we remain bound to the mansion of the King's capital.

Darius had never cursed us more than he did at this time.

Darius exhales heavily and pulls out his shoulder when he realizes that his thoughts are only toward the worse.

In order to switch thoughts, we should first look only at the facts we know and judge them.

With that in mind, Darius calmly stares at the terrain that makes him a battle force difference and a place of showdown.

The enemy's troop count is less than half of this one. Though there is a fort, it is a hastily built fort. I don't think I can withstand a big army offense at last. And it is the flat ground that spreads before it. If the land that makes use of the interests of this great army is a battlefield, there is no way to destroy inferior enemies.

Darius put his index finger on a pawn indicating a crusader left on the map.

There's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with that.

Yes, I slowly push the pawn to the crossing of the Conte River as I tell myself.

And it was when the pawn was plugged in front of the crossing.

On the map suddenly opened the mouth of a monster who had grown turbulent pile teeth. The monster's mouth jumps on Darius's finger.

"Whoa!!"

Darius raised his voice of surprise and jumped away.

If I was a moment late to jump out, they would have eaten my fingers off. To that fear, the heart beats like an early bell, and a cold sweat springs up.

"What's wrong, Darius?

When I turned to my voice in surprise, Pompius looked at me with a decent face.

"Give me your..."

Trying to keep on wondering if he hasn't seen it, Darius realizes that there is no shadow or shape, such as a monster's mouth, on the map that remains spread out.

What's that...!

Darius stuck his arms trembling on a tabletop with the map spread out, staring at the map as he nagged.

Darius' intuition was complaining.

If we fight here, it's gonna be horrible.

That was the foresight.

Pompius was wondering what to say to Darius' madness all of a sudden, but he finally tried to speak up never.

"... hurry up and send out a messenger to the officers who are joining the Crusaders"

But a moment earlier than that, a bittersweet voice leaked out of Darius's mouth.

"We should avoid fighting him in this land..."