I Shall Survive Using Potions!

Six days have passed since the Arigo Imperial Northern Invasion Army lost a large quantity of supplies.

In the end, none of the six villages that were en route had all the wells contaminated with poison, leaving no shards of food in the warehouse, in the fields or in the food.

When we sent out an advance unit formed exclusively by cavalry to secure the wells and food, we were surprised to hear that we had secured an uncontaminated well in the fourth village, but then it became almost devastating to fight with soldiers of the kingdom, and the remaining soldiers fled back.

I gambled on the possibility that its kingdom soldiers had nothing to do with those who sprinkle poison, nor were they aware of the existence of that well, which apparently was a hidden well, but by the time they arrived in the village, the well had already been contaminated. The existence of the well would have been known from the outset due to the presence of the bodies of soldiers of our army in the cabin of the hidden well. Apparently it was a unit that came back after realizing there had been a leak in handling the well.

The fact that more than twenty soldiers have been defeated by seven enemy soldiers is disgraceful as soldiers of our nation, which is a military state. However, testimony that enemy soldiers had called one of their companions' Lord Roland 'inferred that the person might be' His Royal Highness Royal Brother Roland '.

Then it seems that the confessor was home to the elite Kingsguard and the mysterious girl, Fran the Divine, who boasted of her unusual strength recently as an escort to His Royal Highness Roland.

I have no choice but to wonder, but the consequences are too serious, and I can easily imagine the disposition on the return of those who fled without serious injury rather than death from war. Well, if I can return home, I'm talking about. At least for the duration of this expedition, I need you to work normally. There is no need to waste less power.

Food, which has been reduced to a quarter of the rations, is also exhausted two days ago, as is water, which has been reduced to a quarter. The cavalry is also walking down to reduce the depletion of horses with reduced water, but there are still horses out that fall.

The fallen horse rider cut the horse's artery in tears and fed and drunk the drained blood to the severely debilitated soldier, distributing the raw meat to everyone. For a cavalry, that act is tantamount to eating the flesh of your comrades. And he that was given the flesh also devoured the flesh with tears. Tears must endure. When I weep, my moisture is wasted.

Eating meat also requires moisture for its decomposition and absorption, thus increasing thirst. Salivation, etc. is just a temporary rest. It's not like saliva springs from nothing.

Those who drank poisoned water left them by the streets. At first we tried to carry them and take them, but they drained more out of the body than drinking water, and they needed a lot of water to make them live longer. Also, I could not follow the march on my own and had to put it in the carriage, but the horse, which was already given only a little water, did not have enough strength to carry the excess.

I had no choice but to drink without knowing in the first village, but my chest was about to crumble with apologies to those who became experimental benches for confirmation in subsequent villages.

He also became quite a number of those who couldn't stand the thirst and sneaked into the village drinking well water. Indeed, while I was drinking, my thirst was soothing and the taste of bliss, until after about thirty minutes….

And finally, those who had not drunk poisonous water also began to fall.

Dehydration, and heat stroke.

If you let them take water and salt and let them rest in a cool place, they will recover, but there is no water or salt. There's no place to rest, no carriage to give you a ride.

I can lay gently on the side of the street.

And you can hear it from both sides of the soldiers walking down the street, the voices of the dead.

Take me with you. Yeah.

Don't leave me. Yeah.

I don't want to die here...

I'm going home alive... my newborn daughter is waiting for me...

Soldiers with their faces stretched and their gaze fixed forward never to look at either side.

Don't look.

Do not ask.

Do not cry. Because I don't have any moisture. My friend's beloved horse's life is wasted.

It was hell.

If you're going to fight and die, it's still good.

But there is no fighting, painted on manure and drooling wild on exotic roadsides.

I don't like that!

Going home, will we go through here again?

Do you hear this voice even then?

In the first place, can we go home alive?

The expression of the priests of the accompanying Holy Country of Rueda was also strong.

Can you preach to these who lie by the side of the road about the existence of the Goddess's mercy?

... If it was the presence of the devil and hell, it would have been easy to explain.

Yes, because the one who brought you here is the devil, and this is hell.

One more day.

Tomorrow, we'll be in town.

So replenish plenty of water, conjure up food, and let the soldiers rest.

That way, the armies of the powerful Arigo Empire will be revived, not the hordes of ghosts that are worn out today.

All you have to do is enter a defenseless town and occupy it.

And the next day.

Significantly behind schedule, the Arigo Imperial Northern Invasion Army finally reached the outskirts of Nicosia, a satellite city a day away from King Balmore's capital.

And around the last hill, when the leading troops finally put the town in sight.

Suddenly, the leading troops stopped.

The first one grabs on, the rear unit relaxes and breaks the line.

Command chiefs flew their horses forward with anger and revelation during the mishandling of the forward troops with their destination of hope at present. It is a precious horse that used to give more water for missionary purposes.

And the bureaucrat, who went as far as the position of the leading troops, saw the same sight as everyone else and froze.

There it was, 12,000 King's Capital Defense Forces of the Kingdom of Balmore, deployed in front of the town of Nicosia. It was the appearance of all armies, except the three thousand left in the cage castle.

"Fool... dude..."

A falling tabernacle.

"Weren't you caged in the king's capital..."

The commander who was informed also appeared at the head of the unit, with a look of despair.

"No matter how much more than half of our army is, the Royal Army has a full attitude towards our army, which is finally walking. Besides, it even builds a simple position. Wouldn't it be a battle..."

The battle is not all soldiers are in battle at the same time. If that is the case, there will be two to one fights at the same time with 10,000 pairs, then even the weaker soldiers will not have any chance of winning at all.

The reality, however, is that the battle takes place only on the front of each army, in the contact part with the enemy, which in turn replaces the soldiers from the rear. In other words, the number of soldiers actually fighting at one moment is not much different on both sides.

Then the weaker will be defeated more and more. It is like a Kendo winning battle.

... There is no chance.

Even as we retreat, we are no longer left with the power to march. The only thing on the way home is a well contaminated with poison. Also in the fluttering march, they are immediately caught up and attacked from the rear.

Where we came to battle recklessly, we simply lost 20,000 precious generals of the Empire in vain. An invaluable 20,000 troops out of 80,000 Arigo Imperial Army...

Then you'd better surrender honestly and choose the path you can return home after the war...

Besides, it hasn't been decided yet that the Empire will lose.

The responsibility for surrender is only good if you, the commander, take it. Compared to the lives of 20,000 generals, it's cheap.

There can be no such thing as executing all the prisoners, and just feeding 20,000 prisoners would be a huge burden. Whichever one grabs the victory, it won't be such a long story that soldiers can return to their country...

"Surrender. Prepare the messenger immediately!

Command chiefs and soldiers looked mindless but never objected.

"Hurry! We may be able to rescue those who have left us on the way, it's a waste of time!

With a stiff face, the Tabernacle rushed out in panic.

"Is it over?

"Sounds like..."

Slightly behind the unfolding King's Capital Defense Forces, Roland answers Caorle's whine.

The villagers are going to be able to return to their village sooner than they thought.

The well's medication was becoming ineffective ten days after being put into service without having to do anything. To prevent the well from becoming unusable for a long time even in the unlikely event of caorle.

And of course, without having to wait ten days, if you put in the medicine you received from the caorle, the effect will disappear immediately.

However, it is necessary to keep the water in the bottles and the food left as a trap in each house under strong pressure many times so that it will never be spoken until the medicine has been applied or ten days have passed.

Well, if you drink it, as long as you have enough water, you just have to suffer from diarrhea for a few days.

"But I don't know..."

"So we should have fought decently and let out thousands of war dead? Knightly squarely battle, and do it."

"Well, that's not..."

It seemed a little hard to convince Francet, who has always tried to be the right knight, but if asked if he wanted many kingdom soldiers dead for self-satisfaction, he had to deny it.

"Return to the king's capital like this."

Caorle said to Emile and his eight children. The village boy Tapani, too, had at some point completely blended in.

"Are you saying that Caorle won't go back?

Emile eats it.

"Yes, but not this time."

"How dare you! Even we can replace the shield!

"That's why I can't! Now, someone could be shot in the neck and pierced through the heart. If that happens, there's nothing I can do about it. I don't care if I'm alone."

"Does that mean we're stuck?

"... right. You're still weak."

Caorle hesitated a little and then said Zubari.

Shut up and lean down Emile.

"Don't get me wrong. 'Not yet, because I'm weak'. You're just a kid, so you can't help it. Besides, I'm not asking you to be as strong as Francet."

A knight francette who is suddenly put out to hang out and make her eyes black and white.

"Besides, I'm not saying you're useless. While I'm doing what I'm good at, I want you to do what you're good at and help me."

As a result of the persuasion, he reluctantly convinced me of the "Eye of the Goddess" plus one.

... this is already eight people, okay? I'm familiar with something.

That is why the children were to return by carriage to the King's Capital. In the name of Wang capital, to gather information about what nobles and powerful people are doing, what they are saying and doing in this case, and to identify those connected to other countries and those who are likely to be up to something in dispute.

Of course, I really wish I could tell, but that would be difficult inside. Anyway, it would have been sufficient if it had been a reason for the children to be convinced to return to the King's Capital.

"... so what are you going to do now?

After the children left, Roland asked Caorle with a frightened face.

"Oh, I'm thinking about going to the Western battlefield now, as it is"

"" Yeah, yeah, eh. ""

"There's no way I can allow it though!

Roland shouting.

But Caorle doesn't listen.

"Nothing, because we don't need Mr. Roland's permission. It's just that the daughter of a civilian from another country travels to the West, just like she did to the king's capital."

"Hey..."

It was Roland, who changed his complexion, but he laughed softly and calmly.

"How do we get to the West? There are no merchants going west right now, and the regular carriage service is definitely stopped. Without the carriage, we'd have to walk, but on Caorle's feet, I wonder how many days it would take... Of course, I won't rent a carriage from the royal palace."

In a caorle where you can't ride a horse, this will get you stuck. I thought so. Roland was an extra look.

"... Oh, is that right? Well, I guess I'll hit the twat a little bit."

"Huh?"

Caorle walks away after a pompous Roland. The destination was to connect the military horses taken from the enemy in that village.

'Hey, you guys. Can someone put me on a long journey?

A little eighteen horses.

"Oh, my lady, is that a new breed of horse?

Listen in an upset voice, chestnut-haired horse.

'No, I'm just a human being. I just have a connection to the goddess...'

"'' If the goddess had connections, there would be no way she was just human!!

Oh, my God, I got stuck in a horse.

'Well, leave that alone. If you let me take you on a journey, I'll cure all your injuries and illnesses, and I'll get you some delicious food. After the trip, if I had a daughter who liked it at the stable or ranch or something, I would buy it for you. I'll leave you with me as my horse.

"'' Homma or lady!!!

Me, no, I'm not! Give it up to the elderly, Gorga!

I've made a fuss...

"Oh, you know, Mr. Kaol, he said something about Buhibhi, but what the hell..."

"Oh, there's a dispute over who's going to put me on..."

"" "" Yep - ~! ""