Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Count the numbers with your eyes as you ask questions with the man in sheet metal armor.

Sixteen as far as I can see. A total of 19 people because there were three of them walking away towards the church.

Confirm the weapon too. Six spears. No one seems to have a crossbow.

I don't know what other men are armed with.

"I want you to leave the mansion as soon as possible! Or was there something else going on?

With his gaze resting on sheet metal armor, he makes numbers six, zero with his back hand and signals Sarah in the room.

Six spears, zero crossbows.

The spear is a very nasty weapon if this is an inferior number of people.

Simply being surrounded and sticking out simultaneously constrains this movement.

"We have a mission to follow the bandits, too! I need your permission to search the mansion!

And it was helpful that the crossbow wasn't on the other side.

A crossbow is a powerful but delicate weapon.

Maintenance requires both technology and funding. It is not a piece of equipment that disposable mercenaries can have.

Now it has been established that this one is overwhelmingly advantageous.

"No! This territory is the territory of the Church Priest in the first place, and I am obliged, as deputy, to protect the land, people and property! Whose life do you violate that sacred right!

"I can't tell you that! But I can assure you it's your life!

The opponent is also quite sticky, both verbally and reasonably.

But as for this one, I don't mind.

If you can buy time just by moving your tongue, it's cheap.

This operation is intended to buy time and wait for daylight to fall. End of the line.

The guard of the mansion is strong.

The deputy mansion has a policy of a former deputy who was necked. The stone walls on the ground floor part are thick, the windows are at height, and the armor doors are sturdy.

In addition, the front entrance door can be doubled with horizontal wood, and you can expect a little defense without a fort.

It is now a device for sniping with a crossbow as the external enemy attempts to break through the front entrance from the stickout window where he is talking to the enemy sheet metal armor.

Don't wonder what you're doing by squeezing up the villagers' tax revenues, but it's very comforting at this time.

From what I've seen, the enemy is getting ready for a robbery, but he doesn't seem to be ready for a siege, so he should have a pretty hard time breaking through.

And this one has a crossbow of swordtooth soldiers and Sarah's bow arm shooting down birds.

If they come close to me exposed to the detours, they'll shoot through every sheet metal armor, or if they're other mercenaries, they'll feed on bows and arrows.

They won't be fools either, so if you figure out how strong the guard is, you'll pull the soldiers once.

You don't even look morale high enough to have a night fight with no way to win with that leg you've been marching on.

If they're going to camp near the village, we'll make a night raid from here, who knows the topography on the map.

That's how I give up time until tomorrow morning. Worst case scenario, if you buy time until noon, reinforcements will come.

In short, it has a formula to win with minimal sacrifice.

If you don't make mistakes and stay calm, you can win without sacrifice. That's the kind of fight.

"Can you open the gate first! I want to talk!

Sheet metal armor is still barking.

It's nice to exchange words, but it's a hassle to be able to pack the distance.

Now, I noticed the enemy sheet metal armor pointing its back at me as I licked my lips gently to see how I would answer it.

The spears of the mercenaries around us are also turning back.

No way, reinforcements.

But what I saw at the end of my gaze was not a regiment of swordtooth soldiers coming in line from the entrance to the village.

Rather, a mass of zoolly people come here in groups.

Will that number be more than a hundred?

No way, that one.

"Not the villagers!? I told you to tell the church!

The reason Sarah gave a screaming voice also seemed to me.

A large number of peasants, mixed up with even the children of the liaison officer, are coming this way, shaking up the bamboo and grain stripping sticks they gave them for their protection.

"Save the deputy. Uh-huh!

"Kick out the bandits. - Huh!

This calculation is ruined!

"Kilik! Attack them from behind! You can do it now!

"Leave it to me!

Dressed in the same heavy equipment as when he swept away the sneakers lurking in the village, Kilik quickly descended downstairs, unboxing the front entrance and waving an axe spear at a group of mercenaries who were turning their backs.

That was exactly, a black storm.

The mercenary regiment, distracted by the pressure of a large number of villagers approaching from the front, lost half its fighting power only after Kilik excited the great axe spear three times.

The mercenaries, who resisted in haste to face each other, suffered an even more tragic fate.

Every time Kilik waved an axe spear, his weapon, or his hands and feet, were cut off one at a time, and when he swung it five times, no more mercenaries had the energy to resist.

"Surrender."

To Kilik's roaring voice recommendation, just one man in sheet metal armor, standing intact, raised his helmet cheek for the first time when he threw down his sword, and looked up at this one.

"Demand honorable treatment!

That's all I've got in my eyes, and it's a hard one to frustrate. Interesting.

"In the name of the Church, I guarantee your safety."

So this one nodded to Eagle Deep as he looked into their eyes from the top of the window as well.

He has a beard growing up to his cheek, but he is also a child's face. Maybe he's surprisingly young.

The large number of peasants who rushed me to the deputy's crisis couldn't go about the change of circumstances and even watched the play-like interaction with their mouths open.