It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Less than a thousand, the horizontal formation, which is considered to be around eight hundred, is formed with increased thickness.

One of them makes the ringing and walking alike and comes forward.

"You're a mercenary guild. Different degrees of practice."

Eyes on Lot's words, the rest of the lateral formation is somewhat shaped on the front, but the back is rattled.

Only the horizontal formations that are now coming forward are overall even-handed and maintain tension.

"Even if I slap a big one, about a third... No body."

"I was also holding him during the march to the demonstration, so I wondered if I could help. Oh, you move."

In line with the words of the lot, the horizontal formation that was slowly advancing protrudes from the center and changes to a shape close to the fish scale.

This would be to penetrate a narrow path, but it was worth a look to skillfully change like the movement of a creature.

"But...... You can jump in without a scout."

"You're treading that if you push in numbers, you can do something about it."

Even as we speak, the situation moves.

As the tip of the fish scale approaches the narrow road, this pre-emptive attack begins.

Flamebullets popped from the left and right of the narrow road and landed deep in the center of the fish scale.

Simultaneously with that, flamebullets pop out of the middle of the fish scale.

"The defense seems to be fine."

"Your enemies are getting it right."

As Lot said, the flame bullet that fell into the center of the enemy spreads its body like a lick and rolls over the ground, even though there is nothing to burn.

You can see the shadows of people burned by the surrounding flames and dancing and breaking down the painful dance.

Conversely, the flame bullets that descended to the trench side are prevented by shields erected like lids, bouncing like fireworks and disappearing.

Repetitive learning of the image of heat in which minerals dissolve, re-educated with chat on this, is probably greatly influenced.

I can see people rushing to blur their contours to see if confusion has arisen because of the flames that have broken out in the center of the formation.

"It looks like we can win just by storming here."

"I didn't know until I trained, but it's certainly important to maintain the formation"

Lot groans as he leaks his heavy breath as if to exhale.

Battles in war, especially melee combat, are important for maintaining their density and shape.

The formation itself is a shield, a stone wall, a fortress.

Once the outer peripheral defensive elements are in place, the resources of the central ranged attack will also be affected to attack.

Especially since we are currently in the midst of a meeting of resources for ranged attacks, the defensive elements around us must work hard to maintain their own duties.

Because if you don't, you'll be struck by a floating defensive element and struck against the resources of a ranged attack.

"Well, this one's on the defensive side, so I'm not on aggressive offense... I wonder if it's like this when I say mercenary."

"I have a lot of battlefield experience, but I guess that doesn't necessarily tie into tactics"

If you think they will do what you think, there are many things you need to protect.

I'm just doing that faithfully, but the enemy doesn't seem to be.

I also thought at the time of the Goblin Commanding Individual Battle in the village of Toluca, but I feel once again that tactics do not develop unless it is in a situation where there is a lot of war between people.

The tip of the fish scale protrudes where flame-bomb rewards have been repeated several times and unilateral damage has been done.

Ranged attacks by witchcraft dived into the ringing and a mountainous shooting by the bow began.

To cover it, a heavy-duty unit with a shield on the narrow road pushes over.

"I'm a bad guy..."

In the trenches, I can see in my heart a cross-bow unit wearing a shield and desperately enduring the arrival of an arrow cheering not voiced by the arrival of a heavily armed unit.

As soon as Fia sends her face and instructions from the high ground set up by Lina on the left and right side of the narrow road, a bolt of rain strikes the heavy-duty unit in the sidelines.

Silence strikes the battlefield when you think the high noise through which the metal penetrates echoed around and made a hell of a noise.

The heavy-duty unit, which had pushed to the narrow road as it raised its voice until earlier, had fallen all over it and turned into a substitute for only raising its groans.

Then, for the first time, the enemy begins to move as the shining metal armor becomes a red stained step by a gradual leaking bloodshed.

Shielded light units approaching to evacuate the heavy units as they panicked.

However, there is no way that you can act agile while holding the weight, and the number is gradually reduced due to misdirected shooting.

Even so, there are many passives.

There are about a dozen people out front releasing crossbows.

The evacuation is complete, even though the bleeding is forced against sporadic fire.

"I guess I was forced to bleed to some extent"

"If you think about the number of people, I think it's enough."

Exhale a sigh of relief inside Lot's words.

As for the fighting, I was relieved to have carried it as I wished.