"More than 500? Why do you collect so much?"
Communicate the information the pedestrian's old man went to the city to collect.
Again, as originally expected, the Fontana family sent their soldiers against me for attacking the tax collectors, the nobles.
However, the number is said to exceed 500.
Although the number of people recruited from Balkan villages is usually around 50, it means that we have prepared 10 times that number.
I think you can understand the mood.
"So, what do we do, Ars?
"What are you going to do? I think if we get here, we'll have to fight."
"That's not true. If you gather the information, you'll be building a great position here. And gather people from the next village. I was wondering if there was a plan."
The merchant's old man asked me to think about it.
As it stands, we have more than 100 men.
In this regard, I think it exceeds the expectations of the Fontana family.
However, there is still a big difference in the number of people.
It seems that I have heard that the number of people will need to triple in order to break down the defense side that uses the castle wall.
With that in mind, no matter how many walls I've built here and how defensive I've been, I'm not sure I can stand it.
I mean, it's hard to get the cage castle itself.
The only absolute requirement for a cage is reinforcements from other sources.
Even though reinforcements never arrived, there was no chance of winning when I went to the cage.
"I guess we'll have to settle this in the field."
"General, I agree with that idea. Even if you want to protect it, you need to be quite prepared. We don't have enough means to defend ourselves."
Balgas, who was listening to the merchant report with me, agrees with me.
It seems that Valgas was not more than one soldier on the battlefield, but through his experience in battle, he knows that it is not good to defend himself here.
In that case, it might be better for those who are overwhelmingly disadvantaged, 100 to 500, to go out and fight without going into the wall.
They must have gathered the peasants and thought it was a crowd of Utah.
It was an ambush, to say the least.
Hits and damages everyone without knowing they can use combat magic.
Win before they take action.
It is hard to say that there is no other way, but I can't help it.
Anyway, there's only one chance.
If we don't do the damage in the first fight, the people who followed me here will leave me.
Your body trembles.
Sometimes I wonder what it means to do what I do.
But we can't just turn back now.
Because we've already crossed a line where we can get other people involved and turn back.
We're coming to a point where we have to fight to survive and gain our freedom.
In this way, I thought about future measures while forcing my mind to calm down with anxiety and fear coming to mind one after another.
The wind is blowing and the branches and leaves of the trees continue to rock.
In that way, there are many people lined up on the flat land.
There are two of them.
A group of people dressed in shabby clothes on one side.
In contrast, many of the others are wearing something a little better.
Particularly large groups of people wear metal armor that reflects the sun's light.
I wonder if that number will be more than 30.
We decided to intercept the Fontana army based on the information we received from the peddler.
A flat land just a few more hours away from the river that formed the formation.
He went out there.
The peddler's information was accurate.
The approximate number of people and the date of the march were correct.
That's why we became relative to each other at the destination.
The bows and arrows are still at a distance from each other.
And there was something coming out of the Fontana army.
A pure white horse, or someone riding a hornless Valkyrie, arrived just a little longer than the head of the Fontana army.
"Tell the residents of Vulcan village. Surrender immediately and drop your weapon. I will forgive you only for your life."
After the person stopped, he took a breath and started talking.
Is this it?
Last call before the battle.
Or maybe it's a speech to boost the strength of the soldiers and sharpen our morale.
I don't know what to do, so I'll wait and see for now.
"Arus, who lives in the village of Vulca, has sinned. Instead of ignoring the nobles' orders, he did harm to tax collectors and soldiers. This is not a problem that can be seen. But we don't want to bring all the residents of Vulcan to justice either. Promise me that Arus will surrender now and that if everyone lays down their weapons, we will return to our lives. Disarm immediately."
Hmm, the enemy is making a nice voice.
It's a long way from here, though it's getting closer.
It's a voice that all of us can hear.
Would you say it's a voice that goes far?
Speaking of which, I think I've heard that a good voice on the battlefield is a hallmark of a commander.
That's when I was thinking about it.
"Hey, Ars. Are you sure you don't want to hear this?
"Dad, what's wrong?
"I'm telling you, it's not like I'm blurry. If they hear that, everyone here will shake their hearts. I have to say something back."
"Yes, General. It started before the battle. The battle has already begun."
That's what Balgas says, following my father.
I see.
Again, this kind of thing has a huge impact on the state of war if you look at it sweetly.
Then I need to say something here too.
That's what I thought. We rode on the Valkyrie, and we marched in front of the group.