I am the Monarch

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Two or two!

Birch Heather Myers and Lt. Col. Myers, 10,000 troops, cross the field at fierce speed.

Ruthless charge.

The whole area was a field, so there was nothing to be nervous about.

"Wipe out the enemy at once!"

Heather's voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Waaaah!"

Soldiers shout in frustration.

The mounted cavalry was speeding up a little faster in the lead.

Right then.

Phew!

With a dull sound, the horsemen running ahead seem to lose their balance.

Ugh.

Soldiers and horses cut their throats at the same time.

"Ow!"

"Blood, move!"

"Huff!"

The soldiers following you scream as they see the cavalry down ahead.

Some jumped lightly or barely dodged, but most fell down, stumbling or losing balance.

Of course, I could not overcome the speed of falling, and I broke my neck or back, so I saved myself there.

"What! What's going on?" "

Heather screams, a soldier watching the ground in the field shouts.

"Rope! Rope is in place!"

The horses that were running before fell on the ropes.

"Damn! Rope!"

Heather frowns and looks at the ground.

A fairly thick and firm rope is visible through the short-grown grass.

It is not installed throughout the field, but is spatially installed over a specific area.

"What you're doing here so early is such a waste of time!"

Heather throws a giggle at you.

It was a resounding voice, but he was also embarrassed.

This simple rope trap killed some of the elite cavalry.

'I'll chew you up.'

Heather sharpened her teeth.

"Hmph!"

He struggles to snore and swings a large hammer over his head.

"Those spearmen, cut the rope!"

The spearmen come forward, striking the ropes and searching the fields, afraid of command.

'It can't be installed properly.'

Heather was convinced.

'According to our intel, they arrived only half a day earlier than us.'

Half a day.

Long and short, it was a short time, but at least that time we couldn't set a trap all over the field.

Heather's prediction was right.

"It's over! I can't see it anymore!"

The Spearman's Cry.

The search for ropes ended sooner than I expected.

"Kuhahaha! All right! Charge again! Charge!"

Heather kicks the horse's belly with a burst of light.

I stepped up once again to the momentary march.

Two or two!

The ground trembles.

A cloud of dust rises.

It was a fierce charge.

Roan smiles blurrily at the approaching headers.

'The rope knocked down the elite cavalry.'

Now the ones leading the charge are usually more or less inferior horsemen.

So far everything has been as expected.

'The battlefield is a plain, so you can't just think of force versus force as a giant revolution.'

Of course, if this battle came to an end, I would be prepared for the great slalom.

But for Roan, this battle is just the beginning of a war.

I needed to save my strength and win.

However, Roan had always been lacking in tactics and strategy.

He only has memories of his past life.

Moreover, after the shamans' mental attacks, they were able to clearly recall even the smallest and most extravagant things.

'Even my head feels better.'

In fact, as time went by, I felt empowered by studying or training.

Roan smiles bluntly and looks at the battlefield.

Heather soon approached.

'What really matters in war is neither strategy nor tactics.'

There was a separate answer.

It was even very simple.

'People.'

Two lives, both times, led to the realization that human beings are really important in the intense lives that lead to endless wars.

Roan focused on Heather before he devised strategies and tactics.

What would he think, what would he do?

'Heather Myers. I thought you'd give the order to march.'

Heather was like that.

I was proud of the Estonian empire, the great nation, and originally hated the unpleasantness and was very stubborn.

I even thought it was cowardice to carry out operations such as ambushes and ambushes in battle.

The personality fits the nickname "bear of the empire."

Roan informs Ian Philips of Heather's personality and disposition, and Ian devises strategies and tactics for him.

Once again, he recalls Heather's old battle situation and records and complements the shortages.

Thanks to you.

'The battlefield has become a huge trap.'

Heather is a trap for catching bears.

The first trap was the rope.

A trap that can do adequate damage in a short time.

At that moment, Heather starts screaming, wielding her hammer.

"You bastard! Roan! Quit your whining and get out here and get my hammer!"

An enormous voice to press through the hooves.

However, there was no response from Roan.

Heather blew up the mineshaft.

"Kuhahaha! What a frozen mess! Roan is a coward!"

The laughter was powerful.

"Why didn't you come a little earlier and build a camp and hide?" "

At that, Roan smiles blurrily.

"A second trap to catch him......."

Roan's eyes gleam and glow.

At the same time, your right hand rises above your head.

Queek.

An unknown sound pierces my ears.

"Die!!!"

"Waaaahhhh!"

The strength of the enemy and the sound of screams pierced the sky.

Just then, Roan's right hand falls forward.

Moment.

Hiccup!

Along with the sound of twisting trees, Lancefield's long, tightly woven wooden fences appear in front of his troops.

I feel like I have a camp in my blink of an eye.

Roan's smile darkens.

'The second trap is a sharpened wooden fence.'

A sharpened wooden fence has a rope attached to it.

They hid it in the bottom of the field until Heather and Major Myers approached. Then, when they reached the ground, they pulled the rope and stood it at an angle.

Kugu!

Furthermore, the ground was deeply dug down and firmly secured so that the bottom of the fence could not move.

It was clear what he was after.

Enemy assault blockade and the annihilation of the cavalry.

"Huff!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Private Myers, who was on the move, quickly tugs at the wooden fence that suddenly appeared.

But I was so speedy that I couldn't stop in time.

Pow, pow, pow!

Along with a terrible sound, the soldiers and horses start sewing like skewers at the top of a sharp fence.

"Mi, don't push!"

"Ooh, the fence! Fence!"

Soldiers running toward the rear of their comrades later find the fence and scream.

But it's almost impossible for them to suddenly slow down.

Puebuck! Puebuck!

"Glug."

"Woof!"

I also became a fierce skewer, just like my earlier comrades.

"Dammit! You can't do this!"

Whereas the header was also a header.

Rather, he quickly jumped over a sudden fence.

"Enemy commander!"

"Kill him!"

Several Lancefield soldiers rush forward with swords and spears, as if awaiting.

"Hmph! What a bunch of punks!"

Heather snores lightly and turns both hammers forcefully.

Bubble Bug!

The soldiers' heads burst like watermelon with a terrible sound.

Heather screams loudly, raising her spirits.

"You fools! Don't slow down! Jump! Jump over the dead body!"

"Yes, yes! Yes, sir!"

"Jump!"

The leading cavalry begins to leap over the dead bodies of the vanguard, fearful of command.

However, it was already too late after the cavalry had been hit pretty hard.

If the ropes hadn't caused elite cavalry to fall out of line, they wouldn't have suffered as much damage as they do now.

Moreover, the soldiers who barely made it inside the fence fell swiftly to Lancefield's direct arrow attack.

Furverbuck!

Most of the ordinary soldiers, except for the deputies and knights, lost their lives because they were like hedgehogs.

Attacks and attacks that continue without breathing.

"Grrrgh!"

"Huff!"

Screaming continues to erupt everywhere.

"Dammit! You cowards!"

Heather opens her eyes to the dying soldiers before her eyes.

I wanted to crush Lancefield's soldiers with a hammer in both hands, but they suddenly retreated.

"Dammit! Infantry! Get over the fence! Protect the knights and the cavalry!"

After Heather's cry, Private Myers' infantry steps over the fence, trampling the bodies of the cavalry and the horses.

Furverbuck!

The tight shield stops Lancefield's arrow attack.

The knights and horsemen, including Heather, sighed with a relieved expression.

"Enemy forces at your doorstep! Shields up and moving slowly!"

Though Hedder shouted without thinking, he was not stupid enough to rush into a daze even in the current situation.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

A whole squadron of Myers strikes back at Lancefield.

One tread, one tread carefully.

As Roan watches the situation, he raises his right hand to stop attacking the archers.

Instead, you twist your fingers and place the cavalry and infantry in the lead.

Meanwhile, Heather and Lieutenant Myers are getting closer and closer.

The guard who was watching the situation shouted in a low voice.

"We're in."

Roan nods slightly and points his right hand forward.

"Charge!"

A small group of Lancefield Soldiers rush towards Heather and Myers, who seem to be waiting.

A ferocious charge that seems like there are no more traps.

"Damn it!"

Heather suddenly looks up at the heat and spits out a scorn.

Private Myers, who was hiding under the shield, reacts late.

"Wipe it out!"

Heather kicks the horse's belly with a loud shout.

Cham! Cham! Get it, get it!

Immediately, a duel broke out along with the sound of iron.

"Kuhahaha! That's it! That's right! This is a real battle!"

Heather shakes her hammer without a moment's rest with a joyful look.

Puebuck! Puebuck!

Three or four soldiers' heads are crushed in a single strike.

"Son of a bitch! I want to fight Heath Porter!"

Heath lunges at Heather with his longsword forward.

"Heath is a traitor!"

Heather whines her hammer.

Boom!

The Longsword of Heath trembles with a snap.

"Ugh! What a force….."

Heath bit his lip with a rotten color.

A sharp bend in just one stroke.

Heather, on the other hand, boiled even more.

"Kuhahaha! I thought Heath Porter was still a well-known merchant! The Kingdom of Rhine is small, and its longevity is young!"

An insulting assessment.

"And how frightened you are to sweat like that!"

Heather's face soaks wet, just as Heather said.

No, if you look closely, it looks wet not only on the face, but also on the armor and the horse.

But Heather didn't even notice it there.

"The soldiers here are sweaty too!"

"The soldiers of the Rhine Kingdom are all cowards!"

Troops from Major Myers make fun of you.

"Ugh."

Heath swings his sword again with a furious look.

But...

Ka River!

Heather flicks her sword with a light gesture without a single blow.

"Hehe!"

Heath bites his lip again.

You look like you're about to drop your sword right now.

He wants to have a moment of conflict, then shouts out loud.

"Fall back, fall back! We're retreating!"

Even so, Lancefield's forces are being pushed very subtly out of the Workshop War.

Why?

I didn't know yet.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

Several deputies followed shouting and began to step back.

Lt. Lancefield quickly retreated into the abyss.

"Ah! You cowards!"

Heather frowns with a sincere disappointment.

He points to Heath and Lancefield's troops fleeing for a large hammer.

"Pursue! Pursue them and behead them!"

"Waaaahhhh!"

Soon the march started again with thunder-like screams.

However, Hess and Lancefield's soldiers were too orderly and very quick to defeat.

By the time Heather had just sped up her pursuit, they had already reached their vanguard.

"Tsk! The Rhine Kingdom has one skill at running away."

He kicks his tongue and laughs.

Right then.

"My lord!"

One of the deputies, who was running along, looked at Heather with a white bored face.

A very urgent voice.

"What's going on?"

Heather frowns and bites.

The deputy swallowed a dry saliva and pointed his finger at the ground.

"Bar, look at the ground!"

"The floor?"

The commanders, including Heather, naturally glared at the ground.

The dry grass was stretched out like wildfire.

There's nothing strange about the landscape.

At that moment, the deputy protrudes forward and clears the grass with the tip of the spear.

Immediately, wet, strange grasses appeared under a thin, dry grass.

The deputy waves loudly, grasping the grass that was pulled up.

"Oil! It's completely wet!"

"Oil?!"

Heather's eyes are wide open.

You quickly pull the rope and stop the horse.

Private Myers, who was chasing you, stops in a hurry.

Heather turns her head to look at the soldiers' feet and the ground.

'Ah.......'

My eyes trembled.

The dry grass flips over and the greasy grass clings to the soldiers' legs.

The cool energy reaches the back of your neck.

I couldn't figure out where the greasy grass came from.

"Blood......."

I was about to give the order to avoid.

But before that, the sound I never wanted to hear dug my ears.

Idiot!

Sharp porosity.

I was able to get a good idea of what it was without even looking back.

'Tuesday.'

On top of my head, an arrow fell in front of my foot.

Bubble, bum, bum!

With a burst of sound, sparks blaze out everywhere.

At the same time.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

The oiled grass on the ground burns fiercely.

A flame that rises like a continuous band.

It reminded me of the barrier of fire.

The raging flames consume the soldiers of the Myers Army with enormous heat.

"Ahhhh!"

"Sa, help me!"

"Boo, it's fire!"

Soldiers struggle with a ball of fire.

Heath Porter! That wasn't sweat, that was water! '

A frightened expression would have been an act.

Heather's face distorted nicely.

He quickly examines the battlefield with both eyes.

The flames burn fiercely, but not all soldiers are trapped in the flames.

Fortunately, the vanguard and the rear guard stand aside from the desired oil field.

Of course, it wasn't safe.

'We must retreat before the flames catch up.'

Even the surviving soldiers had to wait for the next one.

Heather takes a deep breath and raises the hammer high.

"Commander Myers! Fall Back......."

When the order goes through.

"Are you running away?"

I heard a strange voice digging into my ears.

Heather distorts her face and looks at the direction in which her voice was heard.

"Yes, yes, you……!"

I split my teeth by myself.

Where he looks.

There stood a man in red armor as fiery as fire.

Roan Lansfield, the undercover.

Finally, he appeared in front of Heather with a spear.

"If you want to run, go."

Soft voice like a child.

"Well, what!"

Heather shudders all over.

Anger rises to the top of your head.

Roan, on the other hand, looks bold and bold.

"I have no intention of killing a coward."

Scary to the end.

"You!"

Heather lunges for Roan.

Two extremely large hammers fly towards Roan's head.

Roan taps his toes and swings Travis' spear lightly.

The horse's head spins around and the spear cracks open.

Ka River!

A flame strikes with a heavy iron voice.

"Grrrgh!"

It was Heather who stepped back with the blush.

"I, Heather Myers, called the Bear of the Empire, have been pushed from strength......."

He shakes his head with an unbelievable look.

I knew that Roan was being praised for being a martyr, but I thought it was a myth that arose from the delusions of the people of a small country.

'I was going to show you the true power of the great nation.......'

I was confident.

I thought I could crush Roan's head in one fell swoop.

However, in just one stroke, I was robbed of the solid confidence.

My hands are trembling.

I feel red in my head.

At that moment, Roan's soft voice rises in the wind.

"You made two big mistakes."

At that, Heather looks up at Roan.

My face reminded me of what that meant.

Roan wags his spear lightly and spears behind his back.

"The first mistake I made was thinking the Lancefield Territories were all I had."

"What the……?"

Heather frowns.

Of course, I knew that there were some nobles who were working with Roan.

But the only real threat was the Lancefield army.

Roan points to a flame that flows into the windshield.

"Wet grass, ropes, fences, and oil were not prepared by the Lancefield army. We didn't have time to prepare for that."

Heather nods unknowingly.

It was a clear fact.

Only half a day ago did Roan and Lancefield arrive.

'Moreover, we never received intel that they were preparing this trap.'

That's why I fell into a simple trap and took heavy damage.

Roan smiles faintly, looking at the troubled header.

"The people who built the various traps are residents of the nearby area."

"Ah......."

Heather bursts low elasticity.

Roan's smile darkens.

"They made us stronger."

It was true.

Roan has been actively accepting their help since confirming the support of the kingdoms in Hocken Castle.

Thanks to this, the Lancefield army can literally focus on combat and war.

It was the moment when the Gang Army was reborn as a Gang Army again.

Roan points to Heather by moving the windshield.

"Your second mistake......."

The voice was bold, but I felt a strange tingling sensation.

"I still underestimated my skills."

I had a blurry smile on my mouth again.

Clay made a new assessment of Roan as Lancefield's territorial forces quickly took over the southern part of the Northern Kingdom.

I got a little careless.

Nevertheless, Rhys' commanders, including Clay, still underestimated Roan's skills.

That misjudgement has led to the present outcome.

Heather Myers wasn't even Roan's opponent.

Heather breathes silently and soon snorts.

"You're chatting pretty well."

Effortless lifting.

I wanted to protect my pride because I died right away.

"Why are you telling me this?"

He was the commander of the enemy army.

Even if Roan's words aren't classified, there's nothing good about them flowing into Clay's ears.

In response, Roan waved his spear lightly.

"You're going to die here, right now, anyway."

A confident voice.

It was a verdict and declaration by Roan.

"You're making fun of me."

Heather barges her teeth and raises two hammers.

Roan glances at him, whispering in a small voice.

"Tell me. I'll listen to you."

Suddenly, Heather frowns.

"What?"

A short question.

The answer was also very short.

"Your last words."

Suddenly, Heather's face distorted.

"Cocky bastard!"

The battlefield echoes with a breath of life.

Roan shakes his head, smiling softly.

"Sad. That's all I have left in the world."

Bloop!

A dark red flame rises through Travis' spear.

At the same time, the window split the space like a dance.

"Die!"

Heather shakes her hammer as she spits out something nasty.

Kuang!

There was fire everywhere with a loud noise.

There was some smoke between the two of them.

After a while, the smoke scattered, revealing the appearance of Roan and Heather.

Roan is still expressing his bold, bold face.

Travis' spear also radiates a dark red flame.

Whereas Heather's face was half dazzled.

Moreover, the large hammer head holds only a thin handle as to where it went.

Then.

Spot!

With a eerie sound, a dark red flame rises from Heather's left shoulder to her right flank.

The flames spread gradually and soon began to swallow the headers.

Heather mutters in a voiceless voice as her whole body melts away.

"Damn….."

That was the end.

Finally, the dark red flame devoured Heather's head and turned him into a handful of lye.

Roan glances at the figure and turns his wrist to grind Travis' spear.

"Whew."

I squeezed my lips and let out a short breath.

"Damn it….."

The last thing Heather said to the world.

"Better the arrogant one."

A soft voice blows through the battlefield in the wind.

Roan is surrounded by flames.

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