Hakai no Miko

Having boarded the plains sooner than promised time, the Erdoğa National Army laid their formations with the vigilant Romanian National Army in front of them.

The soldiers move solemnly to the placement determined by the prior military council. And the Ethereal Horse had no trouble confirming the formation by using the Pipi's Harpuan to literally let them bird 's-eye view from above, or run the horse to view from outside.

That was how the Eldor National Army took the time to close the formation, but still there is still time until the time we promised to meet.

So the Ethereal Horse allowed the soldiers to rest on the spot while in formation. Then the soldiers of the Eldorian kingdom sat down on the spot, eating the simple food they were wearing, and began to put their mouths on the water bags.

But no matter how much rest you take, you won't feel very comfortable with the soldiers while you keep your enemies in front. No matter how many military laws you say it's profitable to hold the battlefield ahead of your enemies, there are limits to that too. Even if it's too early, it just makes the soldiers feel wasted long periods of nervousness and instead fatigue them.

It is also self-evident that if we show the formation first, the enemy will lay the formation accordingly.

Aware of those disadvantages, the Romanian National Army generals were feeling something creepy about the movement of the Eldor National Army, which had just entered the battlefield. But the agitation was being held to a minimum by Partis, who came in a tattered, self-conscious manner.

Then the time flowed in pieces, and the sun, which was floating in the eastern sky, finally became time to plunge into Jomtien.

Then Partis, who had slept sneakily until then, accidentally opened her eyes. Then, after making the third time hang on for a while, he stretched his torso all the way out and leaked a big yawn.

"Looks like it's time."

Before Partis, who was looking up at the sun with his eyes narrowed, the Romanian National Army generals lined up just waiting.

"My lords. The time has come! It is time to defeat the Eldor Nation! It is time to name the head of the Son of Destruction!

Partis makes a sound and waves his right arm.

"Come on! We're going to win!

To the inspiration of Partis, the generals said, "Oh!," he chanted.

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The Romanian National Army, led by Partis, left the camp and proceeded to the plains where the Eldor National Army waited.

The Romanian National Army, which entered the plains, began forming itself against the Erdoğa National Army at a distance sufficient to deal with it, even if it was set up unintentionally.

Most importantly, the Eldor National Army was not willing to set up an unintentional strike over this period either.

And to show his will, the Ethereal Horse lay down all the flagpoles except the Eldor flag and the black flag of Soma, and had also made the soldiers lower their weapons, and ordered them to wait on one knee.

But even though we are not going to attack each other now, there is going to be a battle for the survival of the country. There was a tingling, unusual sense of urgency between the two armies as if they had even charged the air.

In that, Piata leaks her voice low as she watches the Eldor National Army, which has already finished its formation.

"Son of Destruction. Are you really willing to bump into each other from the front with us...?

Piata clouding her face, Demetria, a deputy dressed as a heavy-duty spear cavalry - a silver werewolf, calls out

"How have you been, Your Highness?

"That's the formation."

Piata glanced at Demetria for a moment before pointing to the Eldor National Army deploying in the front.

"From where I entered the battlefield so early, the Son of Destruction would have liked to lay this formation, even if it was not. I mean, this formation is definitely what he sees as his secret. - But"

Piata bites her back teeth a lot.

"I can't read that intention..."

As far as Piata can see, the Erdoğa National Army formation is an ordinary formation, with a main unit in the centre and soldiers positioned to protect its left and right sides.

"But in it, the enemy's right-wing intentions are only plain."

Demetria on Piata's words, from here on the right wing of the Eldora National Army - on the side of the Berte River is the "black wall" of a group of heavily armed spear infantry in black armor that can be seen in the distance.

"... it's a difficult position for the Berte River to get in the way and turn to the sides and back."

"Yes," Piata told him to throw up briefly.

Beyond promising a confrontation, Piata also had to be lined up on the right wing, which would be riverside. But over there, the Berte River and allied armies are in the way, making it difficult to attack sides and back from detours that harness the cavalry's greatest weapon, mobility. Now I'm going to have to bump into each other with a "black wall" directly from the front without a response.

On the sides of the main unit, fast legged tanks and light infantry are often placed so that the enemy does not turn to the sides or back, or vice versa. It would obviously be with the intention of stopping our own Hundred Wolves that we dared to put down a "black wall", a slow-footed heavy-duty spear infantry there.

Piata, too, naturally expected that to happen.

But still, if I actually see it, I still find it frustrating that I've been put on board by enemy thoughts.

But I can't help it now.

This is the arrangement given to the generals by appealing directly to Partis themselves before them. It was not something I could say very well to come here and change it after all.

Even a woman looks disgusted when she comes to the battlefield. If you keep turning the foreword just before the important showdown, that would break even the track record you've finally built up.

But Piata rethinks.

The power of the first heavy-duty spear cavalry put into action in Mirza was beyond my imagination. In addition, the entire Hundred Wolves as well as the Heavy Spear Cavalry are sufficiently skilled. This way, even the opponent will not be afraid of the "Black Wall" that the opponent has named for the West End. Rather, this will be the battle to make the world aware of the true value of the Hundred Wolves.

Piata, who told herself so and inspired her heart, turns her eyes to the left wing of the Eldor National Army.

"Next, the left wing of the enemy. Placing a fast-paced Zoan on open land on the side of the street can be described as a stone. But there's not enough."

When Demetria turned her eyes to the left wing of the Eldorian nation to Piata's words, it was the Zoans who were positioned there.

The street side is a wide open flat ground. For this reason, it was thought that this one was placed to prevent it from turning to the sides and back in the tank.

But the question is whether the sacrifice in Mirza earlier was significant or whether the number is two thousand.

"And the problem is the central headquarters of the enemy."

Piata leaks her tongue in frustration.

"Are you just going to bump into each other from the front with us?

At this time, the Romanian National Army had gathered more than 10,000 heavy-duty spear infantry in the central main unit that determined the trend of the battle (sorry). In contrast, the total number of main units of the Eldor National Army is only about six thousand from what Piata has seen.

But Demetria fails to understand Piata's frustration and frankly questions it.

"But, Your Highness. In the first place, the Eldor National Army is about half our army. Though it seems like a good job to have twisted so many soldiers into the central main force with nearly twice the difference in power?

In this era, the majority of infantry driven out into battle is occupied by peasants and others by temporary conscription. Although the Erdoah nation, which is pushing for the separation of soldiers and farmers in it, has inferior infantry numbers than other countries, there was something to keep an eye on in its morale and practice.

Isn't that an arithmetic that such soldiers can fight enough with double the number of soldiers?

To Demetria, who said so, Piata pointed her face at the enemy central headquarters.

"Look closely at the soldiers' faces."

As Piata told me, Demetria narrowed her eyes and observed the enemy's central headquarters.

First, it is the heavily armed spear infantry of the human species that is in front of us. Wearing sturdy leather armor, with long spears and a large shield, this is even a normal military outfit in this western realm. That number was only about two to three thousand, but there were no suspicions or anomalies in the installation.

Demetria, however, turns a blind eye to the succeeding troops who will be about four thousand of them left, raises a barbaric voice.

"What the hell is that all about?

"Yes."

Piata says in a bitter tone.

"Those are the Zoans."

It was the Zoans who were behind the enemy's central headquarters.

Asking Lara and Lulu to check it off the spot just in case, they still say it's for sure with the Zoans.

"What does that mean? Why would you put Zoan in a place like that...?

Piata also did not have the answers to return to Demetria's question.

Zoan's warrior specializes in assaults that utilize a speed comparable to that of his horse.

But behind the dense formation of slow-footed heavy-duty spear infantry, the allies in front can't get in the way and storm. It only wastes Zoan because of it.

If you string past war histories, there is no example of arranging heavy infantry forward like that and placing manoeuvrable tanks behind it. But that's usually a formation to break down enemy lateral formations with heavily armed infantry before letting them chase the enemies they destroy, or to hit each other with heavily armed infantry to restrain enemy movements and then tank their sides and backs.

But this one overwhelmingly wins with the number of troops in the central main unit. If we hit each other decently with this, we would be able to squash the sidelines of the heavily armed infantry in the Eldor country and so on in an instant.

And while Zoan's assault utilizing its fast legs is the threat, the equipment itself is only inferior to the lightweight infantry of the human species. It would only be spear rust to challenge a unit of heavy-duty spear infantry with such Zoan breaking down the horizontal line and gaining momentum, straight from the front, without even being able to get enough aid distance to build momentum for the assault.

Not at all, I don't know what the intent is.

"Careful, Demetria. It's about the Son of Destruction. I'm trying to do something terrible."

Demetria, staring at Piata's face, who told her so dangerously, laughs all the time.

"Unlike what you're saying, your face will laugh, Your Highness"

Demetria was right, Piata was laughing.

"Am I laughing? Oh. Right. Right. I have a boiling chest right now!

Piata smiles at the wolf before her prey.

"It's not what it was the other day in Mirza. Now it's time to see what he really means. Strong enemies who were eager for our master to defeat them and finally failed to fulfill them. Don't be serious!

Piata says, "But" and turns his face to the enemy's forces opposite him.

"Now is the time to concentrate on the enemy in front of us!

It is the Black Wall, once called the strongest army in the Holmeer Country, that Piata sees changing her mind.

"Come on! My brothers! This adorable sister disciple will step over your corpses and bring up the neck of the Son of Destruction!

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Partiz, who, like Piata, was looking around the formation of the Erdoğa National Army, called the deputy general Marquis Celtius. Partis tells Celtius, who lined up his horse next to him with his face pointed at the Eldor National Army.

"It is strange..."

Even though Partiz suddenly said something unintelligible, Celtius, who was just getting to be, calmly asked, "What is it?" I ask.

Then Partis raises his left arm and looks here to show the troops of the Eldor National Army hitting the left wing.

"From the left wing of the enemy, I feel intense fierceness. There's probably that redhead."

If Celtius turned his eyes, there was certainly a figure of the Zoans there. That number only looks like about two thousand. But Celtius thought it would be enough of a threat if it were led by that red-haired Zoan fierce general who has forcefully broken through this horizontal line in the Battle of Mirza.

Partis then raises his right hand.

"And from my right hand this is another extraordinary general. - This general will be the Adomius who visited our formation the other day."

If Celtius turned his eyes to you, what was there was a "black wall" dressed in black armor. There is no mistake in seeing it led by an "Blackwall" officer who has proposed a meeting the other day. And if I turned my eyes further behind it, I could also see him as a dwarf there.

"From these two wings, I feel the strong expensiveness of all generals and soldiers. The pneumonia is burning. - In comparison."

Partis frowned, sticking his right arm out to the front.

"I have weak pneumonia felt from the front"

Celtius looks at the enemy main unit with his face to the front, but I don't know.

Then a Partisan general who was nearby there pinches his mouth.

"From what I've seen, the enemies don't have the same number of heavily armed infantry, but they've managed to add the Zoans. Then the morale of the soldiers will rise."

Partis draws his mouth to the letter to the General, who says it in a tone that makes him look like a fool.

And Celtius thought it was a waste.

Partis is too intuitive. For this reason, I cannot explain to others what I have gained by intuition as a word. That is a major drawback as a general who leads all the armies, although it would be nice to be a front-line general who takes the initiative and sets the example.

If not, Celtius spared Partiz's talent that he would have known his name as a famous general who would also cross Darius and General Darius.

"His Highness Partis. Do you want me to increase the number of soldiers on these wings?

Partis remembers the concern, so there will be something. I thought so. Celtius suggested a change in the formation.

Then Partis says after having a difficult face.

"Uhm. - Right. Right wing Piata's place is good as it is. Sending soldiers poorly would just be useless."

On the right-wing river side, in addition to Piata's Hundred Wolves, he placed 2,000 soldiers as a post-stuffing when something happened.

Sure, sending more soldiers to places where the Berte River just can't afford to deploy troops out of the way just goes to waste. Besides, I didn't even think I could keep up with the speed of the Hundred Wolves, which is mostly made up of cavalry and lightly dressed servicemen.

To Celtius so convinced, Partis directs a change in the left-wing formation.

"The left flank lowers the tank backwards. And bring forward the heavy-duty spear infantry."

Celtius was surprised by this instruction.

In prior military discussions, the composition of the left-wing units was as follows:

Firstly, five hundred tanks with two dragon riders were to be pushed to the front of the left wing.

With the exception of the Black Elf Bow Cavalry of Eldor Country and the Hundred Wolves of Piata, tanks are the most powerful manoeuvre weapon on the battlefield in the western region, where the number of horses is still low.

Partis was quickly picking up the tank by contacting the Romanians as soon as the meeting was decided. In response to this sudden request of Partis, and at the hands of Gordia, who immediately prepared five hundred tanks, everyone in the Romanian National Army's ranks of generals had to say "just fine".

By the five hundred tanks that had been retrieved, the enemy's left wing is first repeated with spears and bows and arrows. That's how he hits a unit of heavily loaded spear infantry with a dense formation of backpacking where he exhausts his enemies. It is also a formula for turning a tank on the left flank of an enemy or behind it, restrained in motion in clashes with allied heavily armed infantry, causing them to attack and destroy the enemy at once.

Partis, however, ordered a bold change to replace tanks and heavy-duty spear infantry.

"But His Highness Partis. Now, I know you won't be able to use your tank's mobility."

It is also natural that Celtius disagreed with Partis' instructions.

The greatest weapon of tanks, manoeuvre, cannot be fully exploited with a slow footed heavy-duty spear infantry in front of them either.

Partis goes on to say to Celtius' opinion while acknowledging that it is' the best opinion '.

"But Piata says Zoan is a natural enemy of tanks."

Partis nodded loudly there to show it.

"It is convincing. The strength of a tank is at its speed. But Zoan, who runs at a speed comparable to that of a horse on four legs, is the opponent, and his speed is not profitable. All that, in agility, tanks don't even reach Zoan's foothold."

If Zoan drives the earth with his own feet, it is also possible to make a sudden stop from full speed or even drive back down the path from which he came.

But it's a craftsman who can't really imitate in a tank. If you try to force it, that's all the tanks will flip.

"Plus, tanks are winning in offense, but Zoan is winning in numbers. If you can jump at the Zoans one after the other than the attacker's blind spot, it will be very unprotected. In fact, in the battle near the Conte River, Holmeer's chariots were struck without the skill of being exchanged by the Zoans."

I see. In front of Celtius, convinced, Partis points to the left-wing Zoans of the Eldorian nation.

"The fact that the enemy has brought Zoan forward means let's strike out into the assault, not the protection. Then take it by the dense formation of heavy-duty spear infantry. After that, I think it's a good idea to turn the tank around to the side or rear of Zoan who stopped moving."

"Oh! Exactly!

Celtius raised his voice of admiration.

Partis was punched in the pussy for short thoughts and shallow thoughts, but not foolish if limited to the battle of things.

Quickly, Celtius flew instructions to the generals to change the left-wing formation as Partiz had lived.

Listening to that voice, Partis turns his attention to the central main unit of the Eldorian State in the front.

"But it is still strange..."

Difference in temper felt from the entire Eldor National Army.

Partis couldn't care less.

It was a difficult face, a partis with a twist on his neck, but he sighs.

"No. I have no idea. - I don't have a choice."

Partis let him walk with a small kick in the side of the horse he rides.