It's all one flower.

As Captain Solniak pulled into the room across the street, the question flew.

"Preparation, what are you taking with you?

"Does walking also require archaeology?

"Take this, how do you walk?

The boy soldier Morph answered every one, even as he ate.

"Training to get used to the weight of your gear, so your clothes stay the way they are, wear a helmet, put water in a bag to put in the material and a tactical vest water bottle, take a gun...... about right? I think the captain will tell you how to walk when you get out there."

The tactical vest here is easy to attach and remove pockets with snap buttons and belts, easy to reassemble gear depending on the situation, but with little defense.

I already wear a bulletproof vest on top of my regular clothes, but from top of it I wear a tactical vest to add pockets, pack ammunition, etc.

Prepare the butterflies and align them in the hallway. When he made the call and made sure they were all there, Captain Solgnac announced the formation of the unit.

"There are twenty-two, but the three artisans and the funeral parlor are backup. I won't add you to the task force. Divide the remaining eighteen into two hands."

Captain Solniak's troops include high school Roark and Land People's Magic Warrior Par Little, Lake People's Magic Warrior Journtle, [Spiritual Dove] Faculty Lake People with lots of simple magic at the common sense level, and four powerless people's old men.

The Juvenile Soldier Morph was placed in the ranks of the Magic Warrior Oriole, an organization called the Magic Warrior Ultr of the Land People, the [Spiritual Dove] Faculty Cleve and the people of the Lake as well, the remaining four are the old men of the powerless people.

"Me too, are you going to be on the front line?

Yesterday, Cleve, who offered backwards support himself, asks Captain Solgnac with an anxious face. The captain gave a brief reason.

"Wizards are a valuable force of war."

Captain Solniak continued, looking around at everyone.

"Earlier, I also discussed it with Mr. Oriol, but the technique of [spiritual doves] can also be fought depending on how they are used. Build up your gun training and reinforce your protective gear with their surgery, and your attack and survival will increase."

"Ha... ha... is that right? All right, everyone's feet, I'll try not to pull it."

There was not a single person laughing at Cleve's weak reply.

As soon as you get out of the abandoned building, the afternoon sun sears your helmet. As directed by Captain Solniak, they split into two teams and aligned themselves.

It's an arrangement called deputy captain, captain, grenade clerk, wizard, powerless people with automatic small arms, wizard, machine gunner. A deputy captain was chosen who could fight alone.

Captain Solgnac's troops are led by Magic Warrior Perlittle, followed by three powerless people after Captain Solgnac, Roark and the people of the lake, and Magic Warrior Journitol of the people of the lake, the lord (Shinkansen) is the machine gunner of the powerless people.

The team of Magic Warrior Oriol, led by Juvenile Soldier Morph, is a captain Oriol, a bearded powerless people, a clove, two powerless land people, a lake people, a magic warrior Ultr, and a lord are similarly machine gunmen of a powerless people.

Even though, from the top of a heavy bulletproof vest, he wears a tactical vest filled with bullet cartridges and grenades, a water bottle with water, and a container of magical scratch medicine. The bulletproof vest can put in some stuff if it's a new mould, but there are only moulds here that don't have pockets or anything like that, so I decided to lay them on top of each other.

The gun was a lot heavier and the helmet weighed quite a bit.

... I'm probably glad I didn't have enough bulletproof vests during that operation.

Boy soldier Morph remembered and got fed up with the Zerneau City raid that winter day. I would like to be excused from running around wearing such heavy objects.

Line up and walk through the ruins of North Zakart City.

The summer sun seared the remnants of the building relentlessly and cast down a dark shadow. Miscellaneous demons glimpse into the rubble darkness and peek at this one.

A body accustomed to the coolness of an abandoned building screams at the heat. Does the clothes of the militant guerrilla wizards also have the same magic hanging on them as the clothes of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, or does he look cool? The powerless people quickly became sweaty, just walking over the rubble that buried the road.

The scaffolding is bad, but my hands are blocked with guns. Every time I walked, white dust rose beneath my feet. Take your feet carefully to avoid falling. My back was sweaty and wet, my gloves were steamy and uncomfortable, but I didn't even go to take them off, and everyone walked silently.

From time to time a burnt sign shakes in the wind that blows. Under it showered the light that had been cast in, and the miscellaneous demon disappeared without a voice.

Captain Solniak turns around regularly and waits for the two most heavily equipped and laggiest machine gunmen.

When the wizard approached, the Miscellaneous Demon fled, but did not go into the shadows to rest, marching silently outside the city walls.

The city walls on the east side were not destroyed even by an air raid by the Artel army and remain in complete form.

He went through a road buried in rubble, through a shaken gate and out into the wasteland. A wind from the woods strokes the cheeks where salt floats with sweat. Everyone was horrified by the cool breeze containing the breath of the trees.

"Let's get some rest."

In a flat about fifty meters from the city wall, a stop order was finally issued.

Everyone hips down on the spot. Nothing to block the sun, but it was gratifying to just put the gun down and take off your helmet and gloves. The wind dries sweat-wet hair.

The wizards also sweat and snag at the weight of their gear, but Captain Solniak was the only one with a fine face.

"Now, keep your drink to half of the water bottle. You're gonna be in trouble on your way home."

Everyone who was drinking Gabe releases his mouth as a ghost to Captain Solgnac's voice.

"Uh... well, for what you've had to drink, you just have to drain it from the grass"

Power fell out of everyone's shoulders at the words of Journitle, the magical warrior of the people of the lake.

White cotton clouds slowly flow through the blue sky. Unlike the ruins where the dusty, cluttered demons tucked in there, on the summer grass full of luminous vitality, I felt that just being there would boost my vitality.

"Uh... or..."

"I don't feel like moving."

Captain Solgnac laughs bitterly at the voices that leak from everywhere.

"If you can't run with this equipment, you won't be able to use it in action."

"When the craftsman is ready, the Wizard's gear will be just a little lighter."

Olyor tells you to rest, but less than half the wizards. Morphs, boys and soldiers of the powerless people, have no choice but to get used to this weight. The sigh of giving up leaked.

Rest for only twenty minutes, get your gear back on and get to collecting the material.

Juvenile soldier Morph picked a wound medicine herb with insect cotton on it. During the break, thanks to a slight lick of salt, or strength is returning to the body.

The magic warrior Ultr swept through a bush of miscellaneous demons, pulling through the entangled crawling grass from root to root.

"I forgot what the medicine is, but this thin, red, white flower blooming in the middle, the roots and fruit will be the medicine"

Juvenile soldier Morph and Roark also pulled out white cylindrical flowers in the crawling grass on the ground. The center of the cylinder is red and emits an indescribable stench.

... I can't believe this smell is on my medicine.

Screw it into the bag with incredible thoughts. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana would know what medication it would be.

"These flowers, they were near the base, too."

Roark asks and nods vaguely. I don't really remember Boy Soldier Morph if it was in that forest.

If it's really a medicinal herb, I'll tell Medvege to pick it later, and I'll pull it out with a blur in mind. The smell of damp soil mixed with the stench of the grass body.

For an hour or so, when I gathered the material and returned to my abandoned stronghold, the sun was completely down. Because everyone's legs were heavier on the way home and it took longer than going.

The boy soldier morphs removed their gear and instead received the material they had just picked.

Ask the funeral parlor Agoni, the weapons maker, the spellmaker and the cleuve to escort you to the base of Lanterna Island.

"Can I rest over here tonight, too?

A hectic cleuve said in a voice that seemed to disappear. The armorer and the spellmaker look at each other and turn to Captain Solniak with a questionable face.

"You don't mind."

The front door opened and the spelldoctor Septentorio and the Pinas came out. Pina and her little sister Elantis slip through the side of the boy soldier morph and jump to manager Leno with a crying face.

The curse doctor labored everyone (onions) and set up the well water to wash them.