Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

In preparation for the battle, numerous guards have been dispatched from here. It's a life-threatening job where the danger jumps as we approach Wang Capital, but I'm sure they're ready to die just as we are on the battlefield. There is no such thing as far-sighted magic props that can be used between individuals, so I rely on birds for communication. Even when it comes to birds, the number was never high because some fighting is done and speed is demanded. Once the flying birds are collected in the relay, fly another bird from there that is not tired. Because that way, we can check for delays in communication and the discovery of lookouts.

And the information they gathered confirmed that the main body of the enemy had moved. Break up into four large units, as this one aims to do.

"You're right."

"In this case, you have to thank Steed for being the enemy's best friend."

I hear the information brought to me by the decree, and Ryde and I grin face-to-face. After a little provocation, Steed, who had blood on his head, seemed to have eaten up easily because he had given information that this one had divided the army in his sight.

Compared to this one, the enemy is overwhelmingly numerous, so even though it is often said to be foolish to disperse power, this time the opponent will have a brave party. There are as many gaps to get into as you think it is a normal army. If I were in Steed's shoes, I wouldn't bother spreading my power, but I'd drive the big army straight ahead and drop the city of Suphore all at once. It's easier, and we're gonna have to turn back when we're dispersed to protect the city. The only reason we don't is because Taunt has changed his priority to take our necks rather than destroy our enemies.

My unit is on a plain where the army is easy to move, so an army headed by Steed himself is on its way. First Knights and numerous Black Knights, the main force of the army. Not only that, but Winged Dragon and Pegasus, and a third of the Magic Division, seem to be included in this. The total number combined is about 10,000. Fighting a plain with ten times as many enemies as nothing is suicidal, but I can't help it because if I don't do that, Steed is likely to pull into the back.

I guess Steed just couldn't get my provocation to sit on his stomach. We see the appropriateness of evenly distributing the rest of the fighting force across the street from our people. Still, it must be a tough fight because it's quite a difference in power.

Arriving at the designated point on the battlefield, we quickly enter the construction of the position. When the wizards decide the soil at once to build a deep moat, the soldiers strike an assembled fence made of wood into the ground. Easy protective fence, but this will stop the horse riding rampage. Crossbows and baristas for anti-aircraft use are then arranged at equal intervals with distance. The density of the arrows against the target decreases, but this is a procedure to reduce the likelihood of devastation at once with a powerful attack.

"There's plenty of time, so it looks like we could build a simple fort."

"That's true, but then there's no escape."

"Right."

Nod to Mr. Ryde. Expected meeting time is before noon tomorrow. I know it's easy to fight if you want to build a fort and cage it. But then it was visible that it would be a desperate battle with no reinforcements, surrounded by enemies in all directions. Besides, the Cage Castle proposal has been excluded from the beginning because it will also kill the mobility, which is the only advantage on this side.

I see the soldiers around me running to prep them chillily. It wasn't enough for stockpiling, and it fixed the potion bought up from the city merchant to his waist. Because the number of luxury potions is small, the majority of them are low-level potions. Serious injuries cannot be healed, but minor lacerations can be healed without problems.

There are luxury potions, but few people carry them, and the military rarely pays for them. For some reason, if you get your arm or foot cut off or have a hole in your body, you are likely to be killed shortly after you use the potion. Assuming I did, would there be room for a human in pain to pick up a hip potion and drink it calmly? The answer is no. Most humans panic if they get that kind of wound, except for how mentally tough he is or the de pervert who loves to hurt. That's why it's useless to just have it from the start.

That's why drugs like that are collected backwards. Because it's more certain to pull the wounded home and make them recover in the rear than to try to force them to drink potion on the front line.

And unlike the average soldier, a handful of wizards and clerics were equipped with magic potions to restore magic. Because their main job is to attack and heal from the rear, so they don't need potions to heal their body wounds.

Not all of them, but some weave thin cloths containing water from above their armor. This is an easy way to deal with the magic of flames, but few carry it out because eating a direct hit hardly makes sense. Once the position is constructed, we will rest in preparation for the battle. They feed the military horses, pegasus, and winged dragons that this one has brought with them, gather within their companions to enjoy their meals, and each one of them spends their thoughts. Of course, the soldiers of the scouts and the flying squads watching over them are also active, so this open earth will be ready for battle without any problems, even if enemies appear.

I also observed the soldiers as I went around with Mr. Ryde to see what the position was like. I can't feel the wonder and the sadness from them when they say they have a better chance of dying. I was lost in judgment as to whether I was being a jerk off or an optimist who assumed I wouldn't die.

"Lord Lapis! What do you say, let me buy you a drink if you like!

"Hey cheats! Lord Lapis! Wine would be better this way!

"It's a supply, so we'll have all the flavors together!

A penetration from another soldier enters the soldier who invites him cheerfully, and everyone laughs. I smiled naturally when I approached the soldier I had invited, taking the wooden cup in his hand with a leopard and putting the contents away at once.

"Ooh!"

"That's a good drink!

The raw ale that spreads in my mouth, clarity and madness. Besides, it's a booze to make the soldiers forget their fear on the battlefield, albeit temporarily. Originally I don't really like alcohol I almost turned back for a moment but after a patient drink I smile at the soldiers.

"Thank you. It was delicious."

"You're welcome! This cup Lord Lapis put on his mouth, I'll take it home as a family heirloom!

"... I want you to stop me if you can"

Me and Mr. Ryde continued to look around, drawing a little on the sudden perverted remarks. He circled the line with a glut of answers to the soldiers waving his hand, and when it was almost over, Mr. Ryde laughed with a tingle.

"What's up?

"No, we all figured it seemed better than we thought. … I'm sure you're ready."

That's what Mr. Ryde said with a smile on his face, somewhere in his loneliness. Maybe the soldiers just now, or himself, don't think they're going to survive.... I can't even do it. This is a battle power difference. Normally, you run away before you fight.

"It's okay."

Standing in front of the ride, that's what I say.

"I'll let you win. As long as you fight Steed on the battlefield, your enemies have no cause to fight, so you'll pull it off lightly. That way there will be no wasted sacrifices."

"... right. Until Lord Lapis gets it done, I'll try to stop you."

No matter how much power I had, it's impossible to zero the casualties of my allies on the battlefield. You're supposed to know that. Mr. Ryde doesn't put it in his mouth. Because it's a word the commander shouldn't say. So I didn't touch that part either, and I dared to act bright.

"When tomorrow's battle is over, this country will be at peace."

I said that irresponsibly, pushing my anxiety to death.