I am the Monarch

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Not as bad as I thought.

I thought the soldiers' morale would run low with repeated defeats and overnight raids.

However, after the troops were herded, I became more and more energetic.

The Kallu alliance was strong enough.

The Lancefield hordes along the banks of the Parks River look ridiculous.

"Are we charging to 5,000?"

Column Lines stands on the watchtower of the Armed Forces and looks at Roan and Amaranth's troops.

A faint light appeared on his face.

I feel like my miserable collapsed ego will recover a little.

At that time, Birch Greg Sinaiz, who is in command, approaches.

"We've received word that Lancefield's left and right allies have also moved."

"Good. We fight back, too."

The column gave orders without delay.

At that moment, Lucan Dies asked with a worried expression.

"But can I just leave the camp?" There may be a surprise attack by Elves. "

"Hmm."

The column spilled low saliva.

Elves' surprise attack.

It was worth a try for Roan.

'There are a lot more troops on our side anyway.'

The column quickly gave new orders.

"Save the Starfleet and secure the camp."

"Yes, I understand!"

Greg nods coldly and goes down the watchtower.

Immediately, the messengers ran to the left and right.

At the same time, a vanguard rushes forward to the Ronan and Amaranth forces.

Soon, more than 10,000 troops chased after him.

"Like a small raft in front of a big wave......."

The column glances down at the battlefield with a satisfied expression.

Finally, a squadron of Carpenters from the Central Army, led by the Amaranth and Makerson forces, led by Roan.

5,000 to 10,000.

Suddenly, it seemed to end with a unilateral victory for the Kallu Alliance.

However, the actual combat patterns did not go as expected.

Rrrrgh!

"Grrrgh!"

A squadron of McCurson soldiers hit by Travis' spear flew away with a rough struggle.

The soldiers who followed behind you are swept together and rolled to the ground.

"Grrrgh!"

"Huff!"

Soldiers who roll into one lump.

The army of Amaranth Taoists swarms as they fall.

"Don't take any chances!"

"Brace yourselves!"

"A comrade behind a comrade!"

5,000 Taoists moved as if they were one person, organic and smooth.

One step back and the other fills the void.

They seemed to swing their weapons at each other, but they never actually tangled their hands and feet.

"Monsters!"

Baron Todd Mackerson, commander of the Mackerson regiment, spewed an insult with a splendid longsword.

He was a famous knight from the Tron Academy of Knights and the Royal Knights.

He was not as talented as Elba Dional, but a well-known merchant.

Todd bursts into fury as he watches the soldiers collapse without pity.

Roan Lancefield! '

His gaze flickers toward Roan, stirring the battlefield, slaughtering his soldiers.

"Roan Lancefield! Take my sword!"

Todd runs to Roan screaming excitedly.

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

The horse cried violently and hit the ground.

It's enough to cut Roan's throat.

"Fool."

Roan twists his wrist, looking at Todd running toward him.

Bloop!

A flame rises through Travis' spear.

At the same time, the spear bounces back and down from the sky towards the earth.

Slow enough to eject yawns.

Todd snorts.

"Hmph! We can stop as many strikes as we want….."

However, the graceful work did not continue.

Support!

With the sound of iron and flesh burning, Travis' spear splits Todd's body to the left and to the right.

It was a soft, clean blow like a sword through water.

Kugung.

Even the soldiers collapsed to either side, split to the left and to the right.

Chihuahua!

A faint smoke rises from the cut section, accompanied by a eerie sound.

Single strike.

It was only necessary to defeat Todd, who was quite a promising knight.

"Huff! Boo, Commander!"

"Baron Mackerson!"

The Mercerson battalion commanders hurriedly rush in, expressing their frustration.

But they were also preyed upon by Travis' spear before they could move a few footprints.

Spatula!

The flame consumes the enemy's deputies.

"Aah! Help me!"

"It's hot! Boo, put out the fire!"

A terrible scream fills the battlefield.

"Dammit! You monster!"

"Die!"

"Push them back!"

Makerson's troops were strong enough to take on the vanguard of more than 50,000 Kallu allies.

They are neither shaken nor frightened in front of the powerful forces of Roan and Amaranth.

The knights of the battalion plunge the ground ahead of the longsword.

'This is more trouble than I thought.'

Roan frowns slightly.

As long as Amaranth's troops are strong, they can't ignore their numbers.

If you struggle to live and die, you will win, but Amaranth's troops will also suffer heavy losses.

'We can win battles and we can lose wars.'

Roan pulls back, pulling back on his horse.

"Retreat."

A faint command has been given.

Knock, knock. Knock, knock.

With a drum roll proclaiming retreat, Amaranth's troops, who were fiercely pushing the enemy back, begin to retreat.

Meanwhile, it doesn't break down the line.

"Whoa! They're getting away! Pursue!"

"Kill! Don't miss this opportunity!"

The Knights and Soldiers of Merkerson raise their spirits as they watch Roan and Amaranth retreat.

They thought they'd won this time.

Two or two!

Retreat and pursuit begin with the sound of the hooves.

"Damn it! Just a little more! Run faster!"

"This is our chance to take them down!"

The Knights of the Mekerson regiment blurted their insults at the undiscovered Roan and Amaranth regiments.

Meanwhile, the squadron leader is approaching the main territory of Lancefield on the banks of the Parks River.

At the moment of retreat, Roan smiles faintly.

He quickly raises his right hand and drops it to the ground.

Moment.

Idiot! Idiot!

Along with a sharp wave of energy, an unidentified object shot out of Lancefield's territory toward the sky.

The shape was never an arrow.

Roan's voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Put on your helmet!"

At the same time, Amaranth's troops turn their heads away blindfolded with a plank helmet.

At that moment, the faces of the knights and soldiers in Makerson's unit turned white.

"Th-that damn beam!"

"Magic weapon!"

Urgent expressions and voices.

They realized that an unidentified weapon flying through the sky played a huge role in the annihilation of the vanguard the day before.

"Dammit! According to the Confederate Wizards, there will be no more magical weapons…"

After carefully collecting and researching the Rumasa, it was considered to be a fairly complex item for mass production.

"Close your eyes!"

"Turn your head!"

Everyone closes their eyes tightly, raising their shields overhead, fearful of falling orders.

Idiot!

The wavelengths were even heavier.

At the same time.

Bubble, bum, bum!

At last, Lumasa falls with a dull sound.

No, I thought Lumasa had fallen.

But light did not come out of nowhere.

"Hmm?"

Caitlin Shigel, the head of the Knights, carefully opens her eyes to the ground.

At that moment, his face distorted nicely.

"D, stone?"

Rolling under the hoof of a horse was not a magical weapon, it was an ordinary stone.

Caitlin opens her eyes.

"Oh, shit! Fooled......."

The urgent shout was halfway through.

Squeak!

A sharp spear pierces through his chest.

Pufferbuck! Squeak!

At the same time, thousands of Amaranth troops sweep past Makerson's troops from side to side.

Once again, the counterattack on Roan and Amaranth forces has begun.

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

Makerson's soldiers, who were closing their eyes to avoid Lumasa's light attack, collapsed into a cold corpse without even trying to counterattack them.

Even just in time, troops advance from Lancefield's main barracks to support Amaranth's forces.

"Hey, it's a rock! Open your eyes!"

"Counter! Counter!"

The late mindful mercenaries step forward in a counterattack, but the battle is already tilted.

The soldier who had reached 10,000 suddenly fell halfway to the ground.

Guava light!

With a loud bang, the McCurson troops bounce off.

The black spear splits the battlefield, throwing out a black flame.

Roan was a giant tiger, and McCurson's soldiers were lambs.

"Ugh."

"Monster, monster….."

The mercenaries stand back trembling.

Now I realize that the number is not all.

Boooooo!

Later, the Salvation Army advance from Kallu Allied Forces with the sound of the trumpet.

That number came back at 10,000.

Roan swings his spear for a long time before turning his horse without delay.

"Retreat."

Less than 10,000 of Lancefield's main troops combined.

However, the left and right forces could not be drawn lightly.

In the end, we only had to deal with the enemy with our own forces.

'Survive.'

At least until the porter moves.

No, I had to make the porter move.

That was the strategy of Roan and Earl Lancefield's heirlooms.

'It's gonna be a long day.'

I smiled bitterly at Roan's mouth as he retreated back to the mainland.

I can feel the ferocity of the enemy rushing towards my rear.

After the first battle, Amaranth's troops emerge fearfully as new troops enter the camp.

A second assault squad, led by Austin and Brian.

Roan pulls back on his horse and slowly slows down.

"My lord, are you sure you're all right?"

Austin, who was running for a month, asked with a worried voice.

From the overnight raid to the battle just before, Roan has been in the field all night.

"It's okay. It's not time for a break yet."

Rest was going to be postponed after the war.

Austin and Brian clench their lower lip.

'We must finish the battle quickly.'

"The Lord suffers because we are bad! '

I encouraged myself to eat my heart out.

Roan smiles blurrily, judging Austin and Brian's insides.

"Then let's start again."

Austin and Brian nod slightly when asked a light question.

"Yes, leave it to me!"

"I will defeat the enemy!"

At the same time, a march against Roan, Austin and Brian began.

A second strike against 10,000 of Kalu's new allies.

Kwakwang!

Once again, another battle broke out with a bang.

"Ow!"

"Huff!"

A terrible horse fills the battlefield.

The battle continues endlessly.

The Roan and Lancefield forces divided more than 10,000 troops into two groups, alternating battles and relaxations.

On the contrary, the Kallu Alliance poured out an imminent force at 30,000.

A clumsy attack with a strong head count.

Thanks to this, the Lancefield regiment was able to form a large force with a small number of troops.

It was a result of actively exploiting the terrain of battlefields such as hills, forests, and rivers.

Of course, the raid on the Elves on the first day also greatly affected the Kalu Alliance by sending a portion of their troops to the camp perimeter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Dong!

At last, a drum tolls for retreat from both the Lancefield and Kallu allies.

Because the hot sun sank beyond the western mountains.

As if there were no tomorrow, the soldiers rushed towards each other, splitting up like liars and retreating to their respective factions.

"Phew. Phew. Phew."

"Huff. Huff. Ugh."

The sound of rough breathing hits the ground.

Lancefield's men and Kallu's allied forces were all the same.

They take a fatigued step, exhaling a violent breath.

There was no relief at all that I was alive.

They just looked tired.

"Damn it!"

Column Lines grumbles at the soldiers returning to the camp.

"Even though the number of troops is so overwhelming, you can't judge! '

No, the verdict was not a problem.

The Kallu Allied Forces have been defeated by Lancefield's lieutenants, and not a single victory has been captured.

'This is why I can't face it.'

It was possible that the strength of the army that had boiled to the point would be reduced.

At that moment, Greg steps forward and bows his head.

"Here's your report."

The column nods silently.

The Lucans and the nobles who were there stood still and listened.

"Yes. Once the Commandos......."

Greg raises a brief report on the number of casualties of his lieutenants and the situation that followed throughout the day.

There were quite a number of casualties.

Nearly 7,000 of the 30,000 troops have been disabled.

Nevertheless, the columns, the Lucans, and the nobles who had already spent the entire day in the camp watching the battle of the First Sons did not show much reaction or agitation.

Rather, the reaction was expected to some extent.

"Then I'm left."

Greg raises the report of a platoon of legions formed by the Royal Army of DS.

Fortunately, the Left Armed Forces had a minor advantage in the battle against the Lancefield allies.

Similarly, you have raised your specialty quite a bit, including capturing two enemy advancement factions in continuous combat throughout the day.

"Indeed, the royal army of DS is a strong disease."

"Your compliments."

Column and Lucan exchanged compliments and humility.

The atmosphere that sank was somewhat revived thanks to news of the victory of the Left Armed Forces.

Somehow Greg's expression doesn't look much better than the first time.

He hesitates for a long time with an embarrassing expression, even after he posted the report from the left.

The column frowned.

"Raise friendship reports."

"Mmm-hmm. Well, that's..."

Greg gives an awkward smile while clearing his throat.

I was still hesitant.

At that moment, you hear the heavy bass behind him.

"Your Grace, may I report your friendship?" "

"Hmm?"

The column looked at the direction in which the voice was heard with a curious expression.

The same is true of Lukan and the other nobles.

Soon, the middle-aged man with a good bounty appeared next to Greg.

The man was well acquainted with the column and the prince of the kingdom of Dies, Lucan.

He lowers his head and raises his report in a solemn voice.

"Today, our friends have not fought a single battle."

At that moment, the column's face distorted nicely.

A sharp look came upon the man.

"What does that mean? What do you mean, not a single battle?"

My voice grew louder.

"Let's talk in detail. Birdie Porter."

The man looks down once more.

"Yes, I'll tell you more."

A sudden gust of energy gushed from my body.

The identity of the man was the son of Heath Porter, responsible for the southern region of the Rhine Kingdom.

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