Hakai no Miko

"Soma Kisaki, son of destruction, who failed miserably in the Battle of Mirza, has gathered his remaining strength and retreated to the city of Gatzen. And the Romanian National Army, led by Partis, also followed it and besieged the city. This was the beginning of a battle today called the" Gatsen Battle. "

Speaking so is Professor Martin S. Ackerson, the leader in Son of Destruction research.

"This city of Gilten is one of the largest cities in the western part of the continent. Gatsen in ancient western reading. This is where the Battle of Gatzen was famous in the history of war."

Professor Martin opened his arms to show the old brick-built streets where many people would go.

"In the ancient country of Erdoğa, the city of Gatzen was the first city in the east on the main street leading from the Masarka Gate Fort in the east to the city of Luoma in the west via the king's capital Holmenia. The Berte River, which flows nearby, is also a tributary that flows along the main streets to the Rabian River, and the city of Gatzen was also a stronghold where land and water transport intersect.

For this reason, it was the first stronghold that must always be dropped for the Romanian National Army, which aims to control the Erdoğa State. And the Son of Destruction was fully prepared for the city of Gatsen. "

Professor Martin, who explains as he walks through the old streets, went out to an open place outside the city.

"The preparation of the Son of Destruction for such a city remains a trace even in modern times"

Having said that, what Professor Martin pointed out is what appears to be the ground of stripping surrounded by fences and the foundations of the old buildings left there.

"This is the site of the pantry. It is said that the Son of Destruction built many of these pantries in the city, stockpiling large quantities of salted meat, vegetables, soybean mittens, etc."

So Professor Martin smiles faintly.

"Incidentally, the local dish in the area, the stewed bacon and salted vegetable soybeans mitu, is a dish that was born to take advantage of such preserved foods. It is a slightly salty soup, typically eaten by refining crushed nuts and soaking baked hard bread. Then the saltiness of the soup and the sweetness of the bread play a wonderful harmony. If you ever visit the city of Gilten, please enjoy it."

The scene changes and Professor Martin goes out on the old city wall.

"Of course food wasn't the only thing that prepared the Son of Destruction. This old city wall is what is said to have been built by Dvarin of the Ravages, known as one of the seven arms generals of the so-called Son of Destruction.

Reinforced with Dwarf concrete, this stone-laden city wall is strong enough to be six melts tall (one melt is roughly one meter) and four melts wide. Even after nearly two thousand years, it still holds its shape, and the Dwarves' architectural skills at the time are high. "

Professor Martin puts his hand on a ditch dug over the city wall as he pokes a knee on the spot.

"On the wall, there are many trenches like this dug. This is a groove for the wheels of a stone thrower or a hand-held car carrying stones to it.

The Dwarves would have made the most of them by using this groove to quickly move stone throwers and hand pushed cars. The stones used were also sized and shaped, and the exact range was also measured, presumably by prior testing.

These preparations were preceded by an overwhelming Romanian national army that could not defeat the city of Gatsen, and a month-long offensive around the city. "

Professor Martin rises as he slaps the dirt and dust on his hands.

"A nearby general will make a contribution to Prince Partis in order to crack down on those glue conditions.

But that ended in failure.

But that's not all that matters. That action has caused the devastating son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki, to be furious. "

Professor Martin says, laying there for a beat, then lurking his voice.

"And the legendary Curse of the Son of Destruction attacked the Romanian National Army."

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"Wind up, wow! Direction change, man!

One of the dwarves, swarmed by a stone thrower placed on the city wall, raised his voice so.

"Yikes! Prepare the fire kettle!

Dwarf, who was beside a coal-burning furnace, said to Dvarin's instructions, "Whoa!".

On the furnace a pot the size of a person's head was heated to cancer. From the gap in the cloth packed as a lid in the mouth of a crimson pot, the heated oil is making a noise.

A dwarf wearing gloves on a thick skinned forehead uses metallic bamboo, carefully placing it on a part like a spoon (tsp) attached to the tip of a stone thrower's arm (arm).

"Firepot, wow!

Dvarin raised one of his hands as he peered into the binoculars. Dvarin waves his hand down vigorously as the Dwarves on the spot sigh and watch.

"Now! Fire!"

Along with that voice, I want to smash the clasp with the gold hammer shaken up by Dwarf, who was beside the stone thrower. An arm tree with a detached clasp jumped vigorously, throwing the fire kettle on its tip into space.

The firepot, which flew through the universe as the fire on the cloth raised the sound of a bobble stirred by a gust of wind, drew a clean parabola and landed one round after another around the siege weapon that was pushing toward the city. When the pot was crushed by the impact of the landing, the oil packed inside spurted momentum. The oil heated to the limit burns up in a large flame in the blink of an eye when the cloth fire ignites.

"Ho-ho! Direct hit, direct hit!

Dvarin cheered on the siege weapon, which one of the fire kettles began to fire directly.

"Ready for second shot! When you're ready, blow it off!

The ensuing fire kettle also struck directly again, causing the siege weapon to burst into flames. The Romanian soldiers, who were desperately trying to extinguish the fire, finally gave up and avoided.

That's how one siege weapon after another went up in flames, but finally a big drum was pounded out of the Romanian National Army headquarters. Along with that, the sound of a trumpet rang from all over the armies of the Romanian nation that were attacking the city.

That is a signal of the withdrawal of the Romanian National Army, which I have become accustomed to hearing a lot about over the past month.

Dvarin, who was observing the Romanian National Army retreating as the tide drew, finally pulled his strength out of his shoulder when he decided it was not a disguise.

"All right! Start disassembly inspection of the stone thrower from the best to the fifth. As soon as it's over, numbers six to ten. Do not hesitate to replace just the parts to. We're not gonna see you cry here until tomorrow!

Gallum came with a shrug to the place where the Dwarves were inspecting the catapult.

"Doverlyn. Is this a problem?

Doverlyn answers Gallum, who asks so, as he strokes his beard with skill.

"Oops. Your Excellency the Great General. - As you can see. As long as we're here, we don't want one Romanian toy or anything near the city."

That was never a big language. As a matter of fact, for the past month, the Romanian state's siege weapons have not even been able to approach the city walls as one. All that, even infantry could not reach the city walls properly due to the numerous defenses and traps available in front of the city walls.

"Thanks to you, I'm helping. Anyway, I don't really know how to fight in these places."

Garam smiles bitterly.

"I'll leave that to Setius and Eladia and Shahata."

Garam is good at field warfare, but he doesn't have enough knowledge or experience in base defense. It was almost left to the three of us.

Doverine giggles gahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Our words say, 'Craftsmen use tools well, craftsmen heads use craftsmen well'. His Excellency the General, so, yes."

Show Dvarin's words, with one nod of gallam as well.

"I want to be, too."

Often they laughed at each other.

Then Doverlyn shows a bare gesture that cares about her surroundings, she whispers.

"Um, is Your Majesty okay since then?

What Dvarin worried about was the Ethereal Horse.

That is the third day of the Gatzen offensive. The Romanian National Army, which finished the landscaping for the Siege weapon, has pushed out five giant cloud ladders (yeah) that have just been assembled.

And Doverin waited for it, and brought forth the fire kettle, as he had done earlier, and flew it with a stone thrower, and tried to burn it down.

At that time, to inspire the inhabitants of the city who became soldiers and prostitutes, the Ethereal Horse was also on the city wall again, but as soon as the Dwarves began to prepare the fire kettle, they reacted abnormally.

The pale horse began to shudder his body into small pieces.

I noticed this and Shemr hastily tried to get away from the spot, but the way her voice didn't even go into her ear, Aoi Horse kept staring open at the Dwarves preparing the fire pot.

And as soon as one after another a fire kettle was thrown from a stone thrower in front of such a pale horse, and the ladder car it hit burned up, and we saw the sight of the Romanian soldiers on board falling down in flames.

When the Ethereal Horse suddenly vomited violently, she flipped over and passed out on the spot.

Besides, the scene has become a temporary commotion.

Shemr, who asked his brother Garam to calm the scene, flew back to the official residence of the city's deputy, where the Ethereal Horse was used as a lodging house, when he bore the Ethereal Horse, even though he was disgusted with diarrhea.

After pushing the Romanian National Army back at him, Garam and Dvarin rushed into the official residence and flashed.

"Were you sleepless? I think I fell asleep at some point."

A pale horse, who showed so much abnormality, greeted them with a pale face.

With all that strange face, I even said the following:

"By the way, it looks like we could repel the Romanian state, but how did you get rid of the ladder car?

Thank you. They're blurring my memory from around the corner where I prepared the fire kettle.

Even though Shemr shook his neck sideways just saying "don't say anything" where he couldn't see the Ethereal Horse, Gallam also had no choice but to delude himself on the spot.

Then they exchanged Setius, who had rushed in when they heard that the Ethereal Horse had fallen, and a discussion was held among the Gallums.

So those taught by Shemr the trauma of the heart involved in the fire of the Ethereal Horse were stunned by the problem of the Ethereal Horse, which they had not thought possible. Even Galam, who had previously heard from Shemr about it, was actually surprised to see it and wondered if it was this bad.

In that way everyone was surprised, it was Dvarin who made one serious face.

Either way, it is the constant means of guarding the castle to burn down the impulsive siege weapons with fire kettles and fire arrows and pour hot oil on enemy soldiers swarming the walls.

No way, you can stop because the Ethereal Horse will pass out. Or, if it's even stunned every time, that's what soldier morale involves.

So the Ethereal Horse was asked to pull into the official residence, and the general command of the castle was to be entrusted to Garam, the Grand General.

Gallum also answers Dvarin's question with a whisper.

"He said it would be fine if we didn't see him in person or listen to him in detail. You'll have no problem with that neighborhood if you leave it to the High Fangs."

Garam, who places immense trust in his sister when it comes to the Ethereal Horse, affirmed so. Then Garam asks Doverlin with a slight frown root.

"This is Soma. Is His Majesty all right without you?

Doverlyn snorts small at this.

"Rather, it would be more troublesome to have His Majesty Soma. Before this, he said," How about digging a big hole in the inside of the gate, deliberately pretending to be broken through the gate, letting enemies in, and dropping them there? I missed it. "

After imitating the tone of the Ethereal Horse, Dvarin sighed with grandeur.

"Whether the city falls, or if we have to get rid of our enemies as soon as possible, why do we have to use such a beating when we are fighting enough enemies?"

Yes. When Dvarin was blurry and Garam was shuddered to look like a pale horse, he heard Zoan's drum from afar.

Move your ears piquely and tell Garam that Shru, who had often heard the meaning of the applause, seems sorry.

"I'm sorry, Raging Fangs. Uncle, I'll tell you later."

There's no reason for Shru to be afraid either.

The drum was the clap of Zoog outside the city asking whether Gallam was cheap or not. But that doesn't just make sure it's cheap. That drum clap is a lightly intentioned beating, in words, "Gallum. Oh, isn't he dead? It was."

Gallam says without appearing distracted that he could be angry not to make such a joke contact while he was dealing with the enemy's army and caged in the city.

"Never mind. - Tell Angry Claws," Don't worry, I'll live longer than you. "

Garam grinned bitterly at his wife beating the drum of the reply as she said reluctantly.

After contacting me with drums like "I'm going to rest today because my wounds hurt" and "I'm going to stick you in the back into the enemy formation" and then using Harpuan's conductors to tell me "I knew I'd stop" and so on, and purposefully telling me something that doesn't even make me stupid like "I'm hungry" and "It's a good breeze today," this Zug joke contact has been going on since the Romanian National Army pushed me into the city.

Initially, it was as outrageous as Shru's, but now Gallum was also aware of Zug's intentions.

Zoog is trying to find out if this information has been leaked from Zoang's drum clap.

Perhaps he hears that a traitor has come out of Pipi to Harpuran, and is similarly wary that there is no one out of Zoan who is taking part in the Romanian state.

Fortunately, as far as Garam observes, the Romanian National Army did not see any change in movement due to the content of its applause, even if it seemed surprised to hear the drums.

If this is the case, you can see that no one can hear the meaning of Zoan's drum clap.

My compatriots are on the enemy's side, etc., which is something I don't think of at all. As soon as possible, the possibility was taken into account, and Gallum felt reliable about Zoog being able to hit the measures.

"Shrew. Yeah, I can see it. Angry Claws is a guy who turns time and place around. It's okay. Nothing to worry about."

The sound of a drum from Zug reached Gallum's ear again, which was telling him so about the shrug still standing on his face.

If you put that drum clap to words, this is what happens.

"The booze is gone. I'm going to bust my enemies' booze. But you're not gonna do it."

Shru, well aware of his uncle's ill liquor habits, gave this an uneasy look.

"I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."

It was a gallam that uttered the same words, but its voice was more heartless and weaker than earlier.