I am the Monarch

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"To be precise, there has been no combat like this."

Jeremiah Heath Porter sighs for a long time.

"The Lansfield hordes didn't come out of hiding in a camp built on hills, hillsides and rivers. Occasionally, I would shoot arrows, throw death spears, and so on, and that was all I could resist."

"You didn't sneak out of the camp?"

Column lines frowned.

The Lt. Col. of Lancefield and his comrades are fighting desperately, and the Lt. Col. is sitting on their asses? '

It was hard to understand.

I knew there was something else going on.

Heath quickly measured the interior of such columns.

"Actually, there was a messenger from their camp before the battle."

"Buy?"

It was a series of things that I couldn't understand.

Heath nods.

"Yes. Here's a letter from their envoy."

He took a piece of yellow paper out of his arms and handed it to the column.

"Hmm?"

The column frowned after reading what was written on the paper.

Heath said in a sinking voice, as if awaiting.

"Llansfield's men have told me they don't want to fight the Baron Elva Dionard."

It was true.

The letter clearly said that.

Heath's words continued.

"Of course, we sent Baron Dionard back to complain..."

"So they didn't actually join the fight?"

The column replied with a hint.

Heath nods.

"Yes. We can't fight against those who aren't stranded in the camp, and we tried to take the camp down separately, but their position was very effective and defensive, so we couldn't do what we wanted." "

"Hmm."

Column and Lucan spill low tears.

Heath's face hardens.

"At this rate, we'll be wasting no more time fighting."

The message was simple, but the inside was more complicated than I thought.

The column's face also became stiff.

'It wouldn't have been a big deal if it had been a normal battle.'

Even if your allies can't fight a battle-like battle, in the meantime, if you move your troops and left troops to defeat your enemies, you can win the battle.

But...

'We are the Allied forces. In a battle like this, the SS Royal Army established a major, and our troops sucked their fingers doing nothing.......'

I was concerned that I would be deprived of control in future non-public and compensation matters.

Otherwise, we are scheduled to adopt the southern part of the Rhine Kingdom, including the Order of Porter.

I didn't think I'd have to give you a bigger territory.

'I can't do that.'

The column looks at Greg Sinisa as he grips his teeth.

'It is not good for me to take orders first.'

Lucan could have discovered the inside of the black.

Both eyes sparkled and glowed.

As Greg watches the situation, he snaps to his senses.

It was a one-time search for the inside of the column.

But he didn't have a good head.

"If they're not planning on sneaking out of the camp for the Baron of Dional, why don't you leave him there and turn the rest of your allies towards the Corps?" "

It was a pretty good offer, by the way.

It means that after tying the feet of the enemy with a small number of troops, we should make the Central Army thicker and defeat the enemy's main camp.

But...

"You can't do that."

Heath shakes his head with a stiff look.

He looked directly into the column's eyes.

"I don't want to say this, but we need to think about the worst."

The column replied with a faint voice.

"Do you really think Baron Elva Dionard is having an affair with Roan Lancefield?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

Heath shakes his head coldly.

But I didn't just back off.

"But there are times when Indeed, if Baron Dionard is in league with Roan Lancefield, the moment we turn our allies over to the G.F., the entire friendly faction will be in the hands of the enemy."

"Hmm."

The column spilled low saliva.

He grimaces his lips and worries.

Unfortunately, Column didn't trust his men as much as Roan did.

'The victory and defeat of such a great battle starts from the smallest.'

I didn't have to make things awkward.

The column looks at Heath and nods.

"Fair enough."

He finally didn't trust Elva.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Heath pretends to be a little concerned and unravels the plans in his head.

"Why don't you relocate Baron Elva Dionard and his troops to the main outpost, then regroup as reserves? Despite the unpleasantness and unpleasantness of the situation, it is clear that Baron Dionard's strength was great, so he should be able to use it as a splint at the end of battle."

That's a good point. It was a trick of the spleen. Let's get him out of the fight in one word.

The column nods slowly.

It was the offer he wanted.

"Excellent. Perhaps that would be good for both the Alliance and Baron Dionard."

Soon the order fell.

Heath's mouth flutters as he bows his head.

Meanwhile, the military and friendly soldiers seemed to be in a bewilderment.

It was because I couldn't believe that Elba, one of the strongest among the many, was formed as a reserve force.

"Phew."

Elba takes a long breath and moves to the Central Army camp with no reaction to Column's orders.

The column looked cool as if the sick person was missing.

The situation was not bad.

'Though we did not catch a victory, it is true that we have an advantage in the battle of the Armed Forces.'

Moreover, the SS royal army of the Left Armed Forces had already won.

Only a friendly columnist could have ended the battle sooner than I thought.

My heart was beating fast.

It seemed like victory was right around the corner.

The next day, a dreadful day of battle began.

The royal SS forces of the left army have pushed Lancefield's allies up a bit.

You have taken three more large and small factions and have set up a major, including forcing the Lancefield friendly factions to move backwards.

Soldiers of Lt. Gen. Zilcera also charged forward with refurbishing and roughed up the main troops of Roan and Lancefield.

He remained in an uproar, but marginally dominated and conquered three or four topographically advantageous hills.

"What happened to friendlies?"

The column stood on a watchtower, looking through the battlefield and asked carefully.

Greg smiles faintly and replies.

"Perhaps Baron Dionard's relocation to the Central Army has led to a battle. You conquered strategically important forests, hills and canyons one after the other, and took two enemy factions."

"Excellent."

The column nods, smiling brightly.

Now I can feel the battle flowing properly.

At that moment, Greg smiles sadly at his taste again.

"Earl George Lopez, a friendly commanding officer, was badly wounded while attempting a deeper attack."

The column frowned.

"What's the situation?"

"Fortunately, there is no great damage to life. But I don't think it's going to be possible to carry out the general's duties anymore."

"Hmm."

The columns spill low in Greg's report.

Hosadama.

Bad things followed when good things happened.

"Who will be okay as a successor?"

Greg ponders on the questions in the column, then answers in a low voice.

"Earlier, he was deputy to Earl Lopez, and he led a group of comrades, Count Eddie Manson and Earl Heath Porter."

At that moment, the column's eyes widened.

"Heath?"

The name is stuck in my ears.

Heath posted his favorite quote last night.

I didn't have much to worry about.

"I will appoint Prince Heath Porter to be my General Manager of the Friends."

"Yes, I understand."

Greg bows his head in reverence.

He also did not disagree with Heath's appointment.

He was one of my favorite commanders because he had a discerning and loyal side.

News of your appointment soon reached the friendly camp.

Along with Heath, the soldiers of the writer Porter cheered with great joy.

But there were others who were happier than these.

"So, you're finally the captain?"

It was Roan Lancefield who was smiling blurrily and asking questions.

"Yes, an informant who was looking into the Kallu Allied Forces' camp reported directly."

The man in black evening happiness bows his head.

Roan's smile darkens.

"I see."

When he replied briefly, the man of Yahyun hid his tracks like a mist.

As Roan takes a deep breath, he nods.

"Now all the plates are woven."

A satisfied voice fills the barracks.

* * *

"This is embarrassing."

The old man, who grew a white beard to his chest, shakes his head as he tastes again.

He was often wearing glamorous clothing and a lofty hat.

I sat on a colorful stool as glamorous as a garment and tapped the armrest with my fingertips.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

A cheerful voice echoes the battle.

"Should I kill Io Lancefield….."

A voice that fades pretending to be miserable.

The men flattened under the stomachs bow their heads in a soft look.

They were also wearing shiny garments, like the elderly.

However, the shape was much more modest, and the hat on his head was much shorter than that of the elderly.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Only the clapping of the armrest fills the battle for a while.

How much time has passed.

Shut up!

The old man pauses his finger and smiles faintly.

"I heard the testimony."

The men trembling in fear of the fall of horses kneel on one knee.

The old man clasps his hands together and smiles brightly.

"Send messengers to Mills Boysa and Clay. I will bring down the Holy Land on them."

The men kneeling on one knee replied with one voice.

"Yes, I understand. Holy Father."

"Days."

The old man nods, smiling nervously.

The identity of the old man who often wore the splendid robe of light and the crown was the Holy Father Veldrica of Devesis who believed in all the empires and kingdoms of the continent.

* * *

"Dammit! This is ridiculous! Are they really monsters?"

Zachary Greg Sinisa screams with his eyes wide open.

On the fifth day of the start of the battle, he led a legion of hands.

Unlike the victorious left-handed and right-wing comrades, the Troops were still unable to overpower Roan and Lancefield's territorial forces.

However, even though the great commander Greg marched with 20,000 troops, the battle was very tense.

"Those guys are the problem. Them!"

Where Greg's gaze leads.

There, three longevity men slaughtered or slaughtered Kallu Allied soldiers.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

Sharp arrows split the space in quick succession with a cheerful sound.

Buck, buck, buck!

The arrow pierces the soldiers' foreheads and necks without exception.

Whitening.

He even pierced three soldiers with a single arrow.

The ghost archer was Harrison.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Sa, help me!"

One of the soldiers turns his horse and flees for Mt. Michael.

Harrison quickly grabbed hold of the protest.

"It's impossible to run away from me."

What a mess.

Machine Gigg!

The bow bends with the sound of twisting wood.

Peeing!

With a cheerful sound, an arrow flew across the sky.

The arrow swings violently through the wild wind.

Nevertheless.

Phew!

The arrow pierces the soldier's head that fled precisely.

An unbelievable skill, even by sight.

But there was an even more incredible scene right next to it.

Spot!

A sharp spear raises the soldiers with the wind.

The spear danced nonstop.

It did not cover the front and back, left and right.

The Kallu alliance troops rush from all sides, but not one of them can escape the kissing of the spear.

"Huff."

"Glug."

Dozens of soldiers fall with the sound of blood boiling.

A stream of blood was sprayed along the windshield rising toward the sky.

"Bring it on."

Fields was the identity of the spear that shouted vigorously.

He shakes his spear, deliberately digging into the midst of the enemy.

"Die!"

"Die!"

The enemy soldiers rush forward with their swords as if awaiting.

But before they even took a few steps, they fell helplessly, losing both their arms and their necks.

Now I can't even see the windward window.

Spot! Squeak, squeak!

The only sharp waves and eerie cracks hit my ears.

Every time, of course, the soldiers of the Kallu Alliance collapse dead.

"Damn it! Shoot the arrows! Throw the spear!"

Greg shouts with a red face.

Idiot!

Immediately, dozens, hundreds of arrows and spears covered the sky.

Then.

Kuang!

With a loud bang, a flame rose between heaven and earth.

Furverbuck!

The arrows and spears do not pierce the flames, but they vanish into a handful of ashes.

Black ash scattered like snow.

Below is Roan, wearing red armor.

"Monster….."

Greg frowns and stares at Roan.

My hands and feet tremble.

But I couldn't run away.

No, I didn't have to run.

Obviously, Roan, Pills and Harrison's power was formidable, but they were also red-blooded humans.

'Their numbers are at most 5,000. Push. If you push even a little harder, it will eventually collapse!'

5,000 to 20,000.

It was a troop difference that did not get into a fight in the first place.

"Attack! Attack!"

Greg screams.

Then.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Dong!

A rumbling drum proclaims retreat from Lancefield's fleet.

"Retreat!"

Roan turns his head, shouting loudly.

With Pills and Harrison in front of them, 5,000 Taoists quickly began to retreat.

"Huh?"

Greg tilts his head in curiosity as he gives an orderly attack.

Retreat? Why? '

Although the troop gap was obvious, it was not a disadvantage for him to retreat immediately.

'No way, what other scheme......?'

I started hearing doubts.

Thanks to you, I was unable to issue any pursuit orders.

You hear a horn to the right of the troops.

Phew! Phew!

Along with a long and loud sound, a large force and a large group of troops emerged.

"That's......."

Greg opens his eyes wide.

"Friendly?"

Unbelievable.

An ally who should be facing Lancefield's legions has appeared on the battlefield.

"West, did you betray me?"

A terrible thought filled my head.

"All hands to battle stations."

I gave the last of my orders.

I was careless.

Greg is not very smart, but rather very meticulous and worrying.

At that time, a cavalry came running from a friendly group.

He raised his arms and shouted out loud.

"Defeat Lancefield's confederates! Defeat Lancefield's confederates!"

Winnings I never thought I'd see.

The cavalry laughs brightly and shouts once more.

"I'll join the platoon!"

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