I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Damn, where are the Askham guys!

The commander of the Imperial Army yelled so, without even trying to hide his frustration.

Yes, since then, we have started an impossible march aimed at local expropriation and attacked a number of villages, all of which have ended in vain.

No food, no water, nothing left, not even what the villagers look like. And I don't even see any wells. Probably filled the well, removed the enclosure, fishing bottles, etc., and erased the traces. To prevent the Imperial Army from using it.

If I just buried it, it wouldn't be that much trouble to re-dig it later. If we work with the villagers in general, we can restore them in a few days. But there is no room in the Imperial Army today to look for that place and spend days digging it back. With such time, it would have been far better to move on and just drop the territorial capital.

In the first place, I don't even know how much time it would take to find them if they had built a simple digging shed on top of a well they buried, or if they had hand-worked it. So I just had to keep going.

"Where are the Leaders... No way, you went around backwards to attack the supply units in the whole army?

"No, that won't prevent us from invading the territorial capital. It is impossible to completely desert the territorial capital and dispose of all the water and food, as in previous villages, and losing the territorial capital will mean that no matter how many hundreds of soldiers remain, Askham has fallen.

You will not be able to do anything with the number of soldiers that can only be a few hundred high even if you let in the peasants that have been scratched against our army, which has been set up in the territorial capital. I don't think we can do enough to set our own capital on fire. "

Nodding to the words of the Tabernacle, Commander.

"So..."

"was wondering if we should ignore the mess of our smart enemies and just head to the realm capital..."

"Mm-hmm. In the first place, it was a mistake to adopt a proposal to destroy the opponent's chain of command in an ambush and occupy it intact, etc. If it's an overwhelming advantage, if you keep pushing and crushing it, by now you will have occupied the territorial capital and been able to drink good liquor..."

The commander said a little bit of dislike because the chief minister who advanced the ambush operation was smaller, but it was himself who adopted the proposed proposal as reasonable, but nothing more to blame.

"All right, let's go!

The Imperial Army finishes the big pause for lunch and resumes marching.

However, only the officers who were able to eat were provided with ingredients that were kept outside the gathering area and dishes made from weed from only a few local collections. For the average soldier, it was just a longer break.

At first, they tried to hunt edible animals and demons, but for some reason they didn't catch any prey at all. Well, that's not impossible either, because a large number of soldiers are marching in making noises. With that in mind, the officers had no doubt whatsoever.

"Yikes!"

"Grrr!"

Also, I heard soldiers screaming.

"Damn, with the nectar nectar..."

An officer leading the lead troop leaked an angry voice.

Yes, and the soldiers hooked up to a trap.

I thought it was a small pit of child deception, with poisoned pointy bamboo planted at the bottom of the hole.

If you think it's an intrusive pebble and you kick it, it's actually fixed to the ground with an iron stick, which fractures your toes.

As the soldiers try to lift their hands under the fallen trees in an attempt to move the fallen trees blocking the streets, the thorns (straws) that had grown surprisingly on the underside of the fallen trees stab their hands. Poisoned, of course.

If you inadvertently hook your foot into a thin looking yarn, bamboo and trees that had flown arrows or had lots of small piles bracketed (kukuku) come under momentum.

The majority of them are naive tricks of the sudden, sometimes ending in underdevelopment. But some of them were very sophisticated, and some traps, if properly received, were fatal.

Yes, the mix of non-sprinkling traps meant we had to pay close attention to all traps and proceed with caution. For this reason, things that would arrive in a few hours, such as the Viscount Territory and, if we proceed normally, from the Territory to the Territory Capital, took many times that amount of time, and there was still a long way to go. It has also been quite a long way to replenish the water.

I can't stand hunger and thirst and can't be more frustrating to the soldiers full of wanting to get to the territorial capital any sooner. The frustrating mind distracts attention, and another, hooked into a trap.

From the perspective of the whole, such as those rendered incapable of combat by traps, it is insignificant. But that's not why we ignore the trap and move on.

And the march speed of the Imperial Army was slower than a year-and-a-half old toddler walking...

The convicted units that sent them to the occupied territories a few days ago have already returned.

And the villages close to the streets, all of them deserted, not even found food, not even water. Also, the wagon, which had collected and carried the barrels that had been in the village and had drawn water in the river that had stopped the other day, finally realized when it arrived and went down the barrel. That there is little water in the barrel.

Yes, the hoop was loose, the tree was shredded, and the cut was in. All the barrels......

"It's time for the Imperial Army to come..."

"Yes, I wrote down various trap proposals in my letter, but I didn't know I was going to work so hard to set it up... But I think we're just about to arrive."

Arranged in a small, high place with a view of the Askham realm capital: 'Red blood is good!' As Lena and Pauline put it, the letter Miles wrote was accompanied by a second sheet, or "Proposed Measures to Delay the Marching Speed of the Enemy by Traps," Pauline wrote. And the Askham army seemed to have faithfully executed it.

Although the Imperial Army is exhausted by hunger and thirst and not by discord and cooperation between troops or anything else, its difference in force is hopeless.

300 to 5,000. Seventeen Imperial Army soldiers against one Askham Army soldier. I don't think I can beat my opponent seventeen times as much, no matter how much I weakened him.

Also, how much 'red blood is good!' Even though it has the fighting power to jump through, a four-to-five thousand is a little too unscrupulous.

No, if mileage is serious, if you give it your full strength with no weight at all, no hassle. And if you were going to kill all 5,000 enemy soldiers, that might not have been impossible either. But if you do that, you'll never be able to say 'whisper happiness' or anything like that again. miles spiritually, and politically between nations.

300 to 5,000.

Four against 5,000.

Both are winless fights after all.

So, what if 300 +4 vs. 5000?

No matter how strong you are, it's hard to scratch 5,000 soldiers in four and defeat them all.

But what if 300 elites stick into a weak soldier scratched and messed up by four people?

Betting on that possibility, I've made various measures to weaken my enemies: 'Red blood is good!' The four of them have now come to the last showdown. To penetrate from behind into the Imperial Army confronting the Leading Army with the Askham Territory's territorial capital on its back.

Enemy soldiers will not be allowed to step into the capital!

"... I'm here. It's the Imperial Army!

"You're here..."

Lurking in the shade of a tree, Miles and Lena confirmed the enemy shadow.

And Mavis asked the two of them.

"I can see the Imperial Army, too.... Where is the Askham Army?

……

Mavis finally heard something that everyone had noticed but never tried to say.

…………

Yes, there was no sign of the Askham Army between the Territory and the Imperial Army.

... nowhere could he see the leader.