It's all one flower.

Five days later, in the morning, ten people who disappeared returned to the ruins of the city of North Zakart.

Today's training will be cancelled and we will gather in one of the strongholds for a car seat. Looking safe without missing a single one, Roark finds it hard to say anything and peeks at the response of the Orioles. The magic warriors received them with a complex look.

"I'm glad you look good, but where have you been and why?

A magical warrior guard, Oriole, asked the guerrillas of the people of the lake, whom he had known for a long time. The green-haired man nips as he strokes the bearded meadow stretched out to his jaw.

"Have you decided on an operation?

"Oh, I was just wondering if you'd ever come back"

Oriol looked around at the ten men who had returned to their abandoned strongholds. Everyone has an inflated rucksack in their bread.

"I was going to run out of ammo just for training. I was on my way to procure."

Another lake people opened the rucksack. The contents are bullet cartridges for automatic and light machine guns. Another backpack is packed with grenades.

"I want to try the results of my training."

"It's a cotton-sized base I've been to, and I'm getting tired of it."

"This kid, he's awesome. Thanks to what you've taught me, I've got bullet sights and I've made progress."

"I've been lurking for a while, so I've been caught off guard."

"I figured out how to use this guy properly, so it went better than before"

Ten people acting unsolicited gently slap an automatic small gun down from their shoulders and say it orally.

It's not the regular army of the Nemoralis Republic, it's even an obscure bunch of people who are leaders.

In Roark's eyes, it seemed like the militant guerrillas were somehow listening to Oriol, but they weren't.

... but don't tell me anything, it's terrible to go all of a sudden.

View Juvenile Soldier Morph as chilling. With a complicated face, I stared at the ten people back, but I didn't say anything. Manager Leno and the funeral parlor Agoni are not here.

"Collaboration is important to the success or failure of an operation"

Captain Solgnac, cut the word there. It's not a regular army, so there's no military code or anything. It's just a loose gathering where we participate freely and act together somehow.

No one had the right to blame them for their actions.

"Enough already, I know I can fight"

"I've been training you forever. You don't have a kiri."

"Every time a new recruit arrives, we postpone it with training, training. You can't go crushing that base forever."

Ten people who have acted unsolicited do not have any evil fright (walrus) at all. On the contrary, he turned his attention to blaming Captain Solniak. Orioles Magic Warriors and Captain Solgnac face to face.

The old lady, Silva, brought in as many as eight applicants during the last five days.

All new arrivals are powerless people next time. Captain Solniak was alternating hunting for a day, combining repression training in an abandoned city with live ammunition exercises in the woods.

"We're going to hang some more on the spell prep. I don't know what it feels like, but will you wait a week?

"Even you guys aren't wackos who want to die, are you?

An arms maker and a spellmaker looked around together.

The militant guerrillas reacted, it's a bad idea. He who snorts forcefully, he who causes his cheeks to cramp (one) with an ironic grin, he who peeps at other complexions with an obscure face, he who is completely unresponsive.

"If I could avenge Artel's people, I'd spare my life."

"If you're smart enough to make sure you crush the base, I'm not gonna give you a ride."

The arms maker let the words snort with an invincible grin. Captain Solniak and the magical warriors who planned the operation also turn their confident faces to the guerrillas who acted on their own.

... Huh? Can you really do that?

Is this number of people, this equipment, something that can drop an air base? The captains reacted unexpectedly to Roark, an amateur at all regarding the military.

"The Artel Army is utterly defenseless against magic."

Captain Solniak's well-attended voice echoes the ruin stronghold.

The city of North Zakart was destroyed in an air raid by the Artel Army, but the building is protected by the art of the [Suspended Suspension (Caquez)] school and is almost (mostly) intact. Similar buildings dot the rubble, but the return of residents is forbidden because the port of Zakart is at the forefront of the Artel army interception.

Fire scene thieves, people going to the forest of Lesalube to collect materials, and the guerrillas of ordinary people directly attacking the mainland of Artel stayed as scaffolding. The regular army of Nemoralis pretends not to see it.

... magic... with that spell that the craftsmen make, you can win?

Roark was a powerless people and was just a high school student before the war. I have friends with powerful people, but I have no idea about magic. If there was such an awesome curse, I thought there might be no guns or grenades, but I silently waited for Captain Solniak's explanation.

"We need gun cover while we cast a spell that activates the spell. Divide thirty people into three teams, ten at a time, including new entrants"

"What do we do with it?

"Split up and raid control towers, hangars and barracks"

At the word of Captain Solgnac, the magic warrior of the people of the lake, Journitol, spread the map on the floor, written on copy paper. Against thirty, the map is too small. The captain has begun a detailed explanation.

"It's a plan for Aquillo Base. Ten kilometres around, the square is a meadow with absolutely no people, etc., the closest being a small rural area. There's nowhere to hide yourself."

Mines are laid around the site as a countermeasure to warcraft and human intruders. It is very dangerous to go through a place other than the road that leads to the main gate and the back gate.

Only a few Orioles and others knew where the Aquillo base was. Every night for the past five days, he [leaped] to the west and north shores of the base with all the powerful people left in the stronghold. Six people already remember where they are and can [jump] on their own.

On the night it rained, mines in areas with little grass were removed with [manicured water] and some of the gold nets surrounding the base were cut off.

"Oh, come on, if you find out, there's no ex or kid."

The guerrillas of the people of the lake laughed bitterly. Journitle, a fellow magic warrior, explains pale.

"Mines rocked in with plenty of water in the ground, floated and flushed, so the grass is not damaged, and the gold net is hung with [illusion]"

Two routes of entry from outside the road were established. Each team, one at a time, the remaining team is positive and boards from the front.

"The decision of the operation is a week from now."

To that extent, the temporarily departed guerrilla also embarked on herself and listened to Captain Solgnac.