I am the Monarch

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Roan Lancefield sometimes had worthless, unanswered concerns.

'Ian Phillips versus Clay.'

Which of the two is the better talent?

In my last life, only Ian Phillips stood out.

Despite everything I could think of after the shamans' mental attacks, I couldn't remember the name Clay at all.

'You mean you didn't show up.'

He worked with Clay and admired his extraordinary abilities many times.

Clay was not just a skilled soldier in strategy and tactics.

Territory administration and management were also involved.

He even excelled at the top of his class and made a huge profit in harvesting and trading grain in the Eastern Kingdom.

Above all, Clay was very insightful.

Eyes on the world.

I knew what was needed and what to prepare before anyone else.

From Roan's perspective, he was a talent who knew where to scratch.

'Maybe Clay was better than Ian...'

Because I've never seen the real Ian Phillips before in my life.

But the last king, along with Ian after the invasion of Mill, had broken the mountain.

'I was not called a tax-deductible strategist for nothing.'

Roan sticks out his tongue.

Ian joined Lancefield only a few months ago.

But he already has complete access to all the information about the Earl, including the Lancefield Territories.

I even knew the tendency of terminal commanders and deputies.

With the information he gained, Ian was able to complete the operation of the Earl, far away, as well as the territorial army.

What an ability.

But it wasn't just Ian's ability that impressed Roan.

'Unlike Clay.'

Ian and Clay.

In fact, the abilities of two people may be similar.

But there was a crucial difference between the two.

If Clay overestimated his abilities and worked his way up to the point of being a Poisonous General, Ian listened to the opinions of many people and helped them unleash their abilities to their heart's content.

Thanks to this, the Lancefield Territory and the Earl are now organically engaged and intertwined like cogs.

'Both are outstanding, but unlike Clay, Ian is surrounded by people.'

That was why Ian rated Ian higher than Clay.

'In the end, Ian will win.'

Strong Faith.

He trusted Ian.

With Roan thinking about it, Ian and his commanders started building a camp.

Each unit and unit served as a perimeter.

In the meantime, the fence is quickly erected.

Very fast and skillful.

The camp is roughly in shape just before sunset.

General commanders, commanders and key commanders gathered at the main barracks of the Central Army.

"Once the faction is equipped,"

In Austin's report, Roan nods.

"Good work, everyone. You must be tired from a hard march. Rest well."

Austin and several other commanders opened their eyes.

"Shhh, rest?"

"You just want me to rest?"

A curious voice.

Bird of Heath Porter cautiously speaks out.

"Aren't you prepared for an ambush?"

"I'm sure they'll attack."

"You'd think we'd fallen apart."

Everyone nods and confronts.

Then Ian smiles and nods.

"Of course, we must prepare for an ambush."

The expressions of relief flashed across the worried commanders' faces.

Ian shakes his hand and speaks in the back.

"I've prepared some cotton wool. Give it to the soldiers."

Something unexpected.

"Cow or cotton?"

One of the commanders stutters.

Everyone's gaze poured into Ian.

Ian replied with a bold voice.

"The enemy will not attack. Instead, they'll make a fuss shooting arrows from afar. Friendly Soldiers will be tired because of a hard march, so tell them to sleep tight with cotton wool. Faction boundaries will do as you normally do."

Regardless, it seemed as if he was looking into the future.

What was surprising was the reaction of Austin and several other commanders.

"I see."

"The general's words, I'm sure."

"You can rest well today. Hahaha."

No one asked me if I felt anxious.

Ian couldn't hide his joy and pride from seeing such commanders.

'They are all good people.'

Of course, not all commanders trusted Ian from the beginning.

I have come to believe only by myself because I have seen Ian's ability to demonstrate consistently over the last few months.

But it was true that it was great.

'There is no jealousy and envy.'

Lancefield's commanders and shamans were capable of honestly recognizing and respecting the abilities and balls of others.

Rank, position, and age were not important.

They also looked at the people themselves as important because they looked like Roan.

Thanks to this, young Ian was able to command and control the territorial army without crowds as a general soldier.

"Then let's all get some rest….."

Roan stands in front of the commanders with a blurry smile.

"See you tomorrow on the battlefield."

Powerful voice.

"Phew!"

All the commanders bow their heads in reverence.

That night, according to Ian, the Liberation Army appeared in front of the Central, Left, and Friends factions, blowing arrows, or ringing Jings, Drums, Horns, etc.

After greeting through the border troops, Lancefield runs outside the camp like a walk and blows his horn wide.

Reasonable Counter.

Thanks to this, the Liberation Army has mistaken Lansfil for a sleepless night.

Ian versus Clay.

The winner of the first fight was Ian.

Of course Clay was unaware of this.

Phew! Phew!

The sound of the trumpet makes a commotion from the Three Armed Forces, such as the Central, Left and Right Forces, to the sound of daybreak.

Each battalion marched on ahead as instructed before and entered combat preparations.

"Fantastic."

Roan looks forward and admires you in a low voice.

Across the field, there were more than 20,000 troops.

He was a Lance Corps Lt. Lines.

More than twice as many as Lancefield.

"Don't worry about it."

Ian smiles faintly.

"Only 10,000 of them are properly trained."

The rest were conscripts who were forced into forced entry before the war.

The vast majority of them were farmers and at best, they had only briefly caught weapons during the Peasant season or during monster subjugation.

By comparison, Lancefield's troops, left and right forces were all elite troops who fought many battles.

In addition, there were at least a thousand Taoists who knew how to use Mana in each group.

They were definitely less powerful than the knights, but more powerful than the regular soldiers.

Roan nods slowly.

It was the same idea as Ian.

There was no need to be afraid of Premier just because of the difference in troop numbers.

No, there were no cowards like Roan and the Lancefield Territories.

Then.

"It's moving."

Roan smiles blurrily as he looks ahead.

Lines Liberation Army lieutenants, which were lengthened to the left and to the right, set out.

The left and right sides move first and the center base of the torso is slightly behind.

Roan turns his head slightly and looks at Ian.

"Shall we get started?"

At that, Ian lowers his head, smiling.

"Yes, I'm ready."

A bold, bold voice in the face of a great battle.

He soon waves his arms to send a call.

Soldiers standing on the temporary watchtower wave a small flag.

At the same time.

Boooooo! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The trumpet bulls and drums echo magnificently as they announce the march.

"Charge!"

With a resounding voice, the two troops march out.

Asta squad led by Fields, Setus squad led by Heath.

The two forces rush forward towards the left and right sides of the enemy army.

Boom!

The battle has begun with a bang.

"Stop him!"

"Kill him!"

It was an incredibly intense battle from the start.

Although the number of troops was much larger than the Rhines Liberation Army, the personal force was much stronger for Lancefield's territory, including the Phils, Heath and others.

Moreover, they immediately responded to complex calls and simple commands.

Pavat!

The cavalry following the commander waves the flag.

At that time, each of the troops divided into thousands, centuries, and tens, and repeatedly merged again.

There was no problem even changing the horse's head to the left and right, going forward and backward.

Movement as natural as watching a river flow.

Among them, Pills' role in driving out the right side of the enemy was blinding.

Squeak, squeak!

"Knng!"

"Glug!"

Every time the spear dances, the enemy soldiers collapse dead.

"I am Lancefield, commander of the Asta Corps!"

Fields has scooped the battlefield.

Furverbuck!

With a murmur, the enemy lines collapse.

It was an opportunity.

No, it seemed like an opportunity.

"Push on!"

Pills raises his spear and pushes the enemy harder.

But it was strange.

What's so hard about it? '

Obviously, the enemy's line had collapsed, but it was harder to pierce than I thought.

"Grrrgh!"

"Damn it!"

The soldiers of the Asta Corps, who were following Pills to attack the enemy troops, seem to be having a hard time.

Are you in line already? No, not enough maintenance. Rather, it became thicker than before. '

I felt enormous pressure.

Phil turns his head to look at Heath, who is attacking the other left.

"Don't back down! Don't push it!"

Heath was also a waste of energy.

Even Setus' forces are pushing back gradually.

"What the hell is going on? '

Phil couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

I've never done this before.

At that time, a strange object caught my eye.

"Watchtower?"

Phil frowns.

It was clearly a watchtower that appeared in the Lance Corps faction beyond the enemy.

The problem is that the fence.......

"Move?"

The moving watchtower was a little higher than the regular watchtower.

Instead, there was a separate roof to prevent the arrow from attacking.

Gulp.

The Lancefield army, including Fields, Heath, was caught off guard by a sudden, moving watchtower.

Flags protrude from the top of the watchtower to the left and to the right.

The flag flared in a very rough and odd shape.

Moment.

Two or two!

Liberation Army lieutenants left and right made a flurry of changes, pressuring Phils and Heath.

"Ah......."

Pills fires a low elasticity as he thrashes the enemy soldiers rushing towards him.

Why it was possible for the enemy to react unequally and act erratically.

I found out why.

'They had the perfect command system just like us.'

Phil's face hardens.

His thoughts were accurate.

The Liberation Army was more than just a militia of misfits.

"Good. You're all doing great."

A satisfied voice comes from the top of the moving watchtower.

The protagonist was Clay.

He came out on the battlefield and commanded several units himself.

"We have no choice but to take an inexperienced recruit and fight the mighty Lancefield Territory. '

However, the battlefield where spears and arrows fly was too dangerous.

So I built a moving watchtower, a chariot tower, to keep myself safe.

He stands on top of the chariot tower and looks down at the battlefield.

I could see the Liberation Army advance, advance, and even the rear.

"Left wing deployment."

Clay quickly gives orders, looking into the situation.

The cavalry on the left waves two flags dizzily.

For a moment, Left-wing, who was momentarily distracted, quickly overcame the crisis and became firm.

Clay smiles blurrily at his appearance.

"Ian, Ian. You must have ridiculed the conscripts."

Eyes on Roan and Ian, who are behind Lancefield's army.

"But the conscripts are no different from the elite when I use them."

A voice that sounds arrogant beyond confidence.

"Craftsmen don't hide their tools."

My eyes became sharper.

At least in the early stages of the battle, things were certainly going according to Clay's will.

Of course, Ian also knew the exact flow.

"You're more trouble than I thought."

Ian smiles bitterly at the shifting Liberation Army soldiers.

One of the deputies next to you frowns.

"Is that how you trained the conscripts?"

Ian shakes his head slowly.

"That's not it. The conscripts are just acting like they don't know anything, just like they're told. if you run forward, if you turn around, if you stop, you stop."

"Is that the only thing that can do that?"

The deputy asked with an unbelievable expression.

Ian shakes his head.

"Impossible. No, I thought it was impossible. But......."

I smiled bitterly.

"A man named Clay made it possible."

He sighed briefly.

He was not originally a cautious person in front of his enemies.

But the battle with Clay brought me together again.

'You'll get eaten.'

He turns his head to look at Roan.

"My lord."

A low voice.

Roan nods, looking at Ian.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Whew."

Roan takes a deep breath.

At the same time, you raise Travis' spear high with a firm grip.

"Amaranth!"

The horse is grounded with orders.

After that, Amaranth's forces pursue them.

Two or two.

The clanging hooves of the earth.

A fierce gallop followed.

"Finally."

Clay stands on top of the chariot tower, looking down at the battlefield, smiling strangely.

A cool light flashed from the tail of my eyes.

"Come on, Roan Lancefield! I have a gift for you."

He hopes that Amaranth's forces, led by Roan, will advance towards the military headquarters.

Fortunately, Roan made his move.

'Ian, you're still a kid.'

Clay has a nasty smile on his mouth.

Amaranth forces rush through the left and right flanks toward the command post.

No, it looked like it was running.

Right then.

"Hmm?"

Clay's eyes widen.

Of course, people were thin.

He quickly reaches out his right hand.

"Cavalry."

Urgent voice.

"Signal the right. Thickens the sides."

"Yes, I understand!"

The soldier quickly waves both flags.

Clay regains his cool for a short while.

Abandon the center and make a right? '

Unexpected deployment.

Roan and Amaranth's troops rush towards the center, shifting their direction and rushing towards the right.

'It's embarrassing, but.......'

It wasn't enough to cause trouble.

The quick command already thickens the right side.

Clay kicks his tongue and shakes his head.

"Roan. No matter what you do, I..."

When the voices were full.

"Hmm?!"

Clay's eyes widen once more.

Because Roan and Amaranth's troops once again moved towards the right-hand side.

Clay frowns a lot.

An unstable gaze follows Roan.

"Are you sure you want to retreat?"

I felt a slight tremor in my voice.

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