Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The Red China Knights' battlefield is common sense.

Arrange spear infantry in the center front row, and in the center of the rear row, heavy cavalry knights gaze at the whole while watching the opportunity for horseback riding assault. Across the knight, to the left and right, the bow infantry still lines up the spear infantry forward like a shield and sets the arrows free to draw a parabola. With them as the center, light cavalry is distributed on both wings. This is the highest of the obedient knights, so we can acknowledge the relatively high degree of smell.

The opposing Knights of the Sword Horn battle was different from that in general.

It is the same where the spear infantry lines up in the central front row, but the battle line is stretched on both sides, with the exception of the inner rear of the four sides, where it is firmly deployed. In order to be protected by it, in the center of the inner front are the knights taking up the mount of the cavalry, and on both sides and behind them the bow infantry is prepared to exchange a slack of bowshooting. Behind it, behind the only open, a small number of light cavalry hold it back like a reserve. It would pop up on both wings.

It is a form that has been refined after many battles. It is the result of a quest for robustness and ranged attack power, even at the expense of one's own mobility, to compete with an enemy that boasts overwhelming mobility. Thorough even in the sense of not adhering to individual martial arts. Only with the aim of destroying the supposedly enemy forces.

Barcelo groaned in his heart that it was about him no other way. Cold sweat twisted inside the light armor and his vision seemed slightly darker and narrower. That's something I haven't felt in a long time.

I have a feeling of defeat.

I can't expect a satisfactory victory before I fight. How small a tactic we used, the masses have decided when this situation emerged on this occasion. The cold thinking behind Barcelo's brain had already begun to assemble tactics in the direction of exploring the reduction of damage.

How to retreat the Red China Knights. That was the problem.

From what Barcelo has seen, the battle between the Knights ends in the defeat of the Red China Knights, no matter how it goes. There was too much difference in overall strength. The rating of up-and-coming is an admiration for growing, and returning the back means that immaturity in the current situation is obvious to everyone's eyes. Still, there is momentum, so if you invite the opponent's confusion, you can expect the battle to work... the opponent is too bad. A skilled combat group with a long martial name.

If there is a weakness in the Knights of the Sword Horn, it is its formation. Because the number of light cavalry is extremely low, scratching with manoeuvre can shake the whole thing. Abandoning speed and choosing robustness is still a weakness.

But you won't be able to. Barcelo couldn't help but feel sarcastic about that prediction. Because it was Barcelo himself who made the Knights of Sword Horn experience a response to mobility. There have been many battles... all the battles that ended in a rush, hating the damage, have resulted in some kind of mastery in the Knights of the Sword Horn. Still, Barcelona can collapse. If you meditate your eyes on the damage, you can cleave the stamina. But there was no way I could even imitate that to the Knights of Red China.

And Barcelo can't cover them directly. The cavalry of the Third Princess SS will not allow it. I'm not going to be bumped into and overwhelmed, and I was even confident I'd flirt with even the same number if I were a mixed unit of light and heavy cavalry. All you have to do is drag it around with your mobility to break the cavalry's light weight and beat it to pieces.

I can't do that. Allow the presence of allied forces to destroy that most effective option.

If Barcelo enters a mobile battle with the SS Light Cavalry, the battle will be determined by the opponent's smell as he drives long distances. Only light cavalry can drag them out by that. The 500 Horsemen of the Heavy Cavalry will remain... and will turn behind the Red China Knights. Or I might put in a cross spear in the form of a helper knife. Whatever time it is exchanged, the Knights of Red China will make that defeat more disastrous and devastating, even if it just seems like a matter of decision. And Barcelona will have consequences for abandoning allied aristocrats.

The Red China Knights have already named themselves and are about to start a battle with their young will. And you'll be able to break it. Damage must be reduced after that happens. There are few means Barcelona can take for this, and damage cannot be avoided. But we have to do it. There's no better way to do this than to pay good damage. We must use the technology we can have to win small and affect a large number of people.

A cold blow ran into Barcelo's spine. You can call it an unpleasant flash. It's a sense of war.

Exploring tactical openings in an invisible situation of victory while being oppressed by intangible forces... This is not the first time. I remember this breathlessness. It feels like you're being swayed over a giant flat palm.

Salomon. This is what Salomon feels like. Barcelo's whole body pops. My eyes open. I don't have a voice from my dry mouth. But a clear vision of Russia was searching for the enemy. Flying flags are all white stream flags. There's no way there's that flag. The flag of the Kingdom of Asaria's Brave Army is nowhere to be found anymore.

The battle of the knights finally began as Barcelona-led Light Cavalry One Thousand and Five Hundred Horsemen watched without the art of exchange.

The shooting of arrows is clearly a disadvantage of the Red China Knights. The amount of arrows, density, accuracy, all very good Knights of the Sword Horn. In contrast to the fact that the arrows of the Knights of Red China are neglected rain emitted on a wide surface, the arrows of the Knights of Sword Horn fly in like focused heavy rain narrowing the surface. It's the bow infantry they're after. Now he showers the right squad, the left squad next, and the irregular but breathtaking, dense arrow rain. A highly skilled archery. Saara, it is a technique polished to capture Barcelona et al., which manoeuvres at high speeds.

(Are you going to keep getting shot!? What's wrong, why don't you move...!

The Red China Knights' movement was dull as well. The amount of arrows crossing is determining the difference. The enemy's effective archery is about to destroy the bow infantry. And yet it's like a flat breeze with no movement. Guess why, Barcelo pounded his tongue. I command my thousand and five hundred horsemen to move out.

Because no arrow comes over the knight's head. That must be blunting the sense of crisis by being the second son of the Earl family leader. Among the pig knights who learn glory in horseback assault, they tend to see arrow warfare as a shallow battle. Maybe he dreams of even a real battle after the arrows of both armies run out. Sometimes if we meet, we follow that procedure. But in a fight of this magnitude, in a fight with that skilled opponent, it was deadly if you were judging that.

Looks like you're going to say it fits this one, or you finally let the light cavalry on both wings run. Slow. I just moved it. It's arrow-targeted. It's different in the first place because of the amount of arrow equipment. Specializing in defense and ranged attacks, the Knights of Sword Horn can devastate the Knights of Red China with only bows and arrows if they do poorly. Barcelo clenched his teeth.

"Pull out between light and heavy cavalry. Thousand rides run left as a positive move. Five hundred rides out. Turn around behind your back while holding down heavy cavalry. Curb the Knights of Sword Horn movement."

While gradually accelerating, Barcelo verbally conveyed the order. We have to split the troops. That is the choice to give up destroying the SS cavalry. Even then, we have to develop a manoeuvre around the knights. Doing so affects both the Heavy Cavalry and the Knights of the Sword Horn. Turning around behind you is the most effective, but not the person that makes it easy. I can still see how it's accelerating with my breath.

So it's better than changing. Make a gap and wear it there. The problem is a light cavalry thousand horsemen. There's also a difference in terrain, which is better at speed. There is sharpness in the movement, and I think it's quick to guess this one's intentions. We have to get that thing off the battlefield. Turn wide to the left and react with nature, but do it with a thousand and five hundred rides and the heavy cavalry will gain its freedom. It's another job for 500 horsemen.

Both are difficult roles, but five hundred rides is less challenging in the sense that combat goals are limited. Thousands of riders risk being dragged into the mud if they don't converge well. Because I can't see the SS infantry.

Barcelo's known Third Princess SS is a 3,000-strong combat group. Only a thousand and five hundred horsemen ride here. Now I don't have the means to confirm anymore, but Barcelo wouldn't be surprised if a thousand and five hundred left somewhere lay low. It's more natural to be. The thousand horsemen who lured the light cavalry would run around the field where they might not know there was a trap anywhere at their feet. Besides, you can't go too far from the main battlefield. It can be described as a challenging role. Barcelo should have led it.

Fast walk to foot. Running up a gentle hill toward the SS light cavalry thousand horsemen. It's a form that hits each other from the front. But there are five hundred heavy cavalry horsemen out there on your right, so if you keep this up, you'll be choosing that flank where the light cavalry competes with each other. Gently snake the horse line for the pseudonyms that deal with it. I'd also like to show them to hit the side of the heavy cavalry in one place. I hate the movement of the heavy cavalry over there again. It's a move that makes you think you're going to come here or ignore it and get behind the Red China Knights. There is a vain rush in the narrowing of time.

And from the foot to the trek. Barcelo split his troops so he could play. He himself leads a thousand rides and swirls to the left. Naturally, the enemy's Light Cavalry Thousand Horsemen have also swirled in the same direction, from there to the right. Again, sharp. Mobile combat starting here is not even allowed to be slightly relaxed. Barcelo looked at the enemy's thousand horsemen as he cut them with his gaze... stunned.

At the end of his gaze, he saw five hundred horsemen divided from the rear row cutting the line a thousand times. That speed swivel makes it impossible for a heavy cavalry to respond maneuverably. Even so, the horse rows were crushed and scattered around clumps like ten or twenty rides. The damage already seems considerable.

Cavalry. A powerful cavalry fire hit him directly.

Barcelo was the thought of seeing something hard to believe. Because that's impossible. The heavy cavalry holds a large bow but can therefore only shoot a bow from the front to the left. Because the horse's body gets in the way. Five hundred horsemen ran through the right side of the heavy cavalry, so you can't possibly get an arrow. But in reality, I was shot.

I could see that answer in a sight I was moving away from. My men's five hundred horsemen are on the back of the Knights of the Sword Horn and continue to be shot by the heavy cavalry chasing them. The manoeuvres of the heavy cavalry draw swollen arcs to the side of the Knights of the Sword Horn. Barcelo leaked a groan. Because I found out the enemy's brilliance.

At that moment when Barcelo split his troops, the SS heavy cavalry swerved left, ignoring the 500 horsemen approaching his right hand. If you were to swirl sharply to the side of the Knights of the Sword Horn, which you would have seen on your left, and see it on your right, there would be an enemy shadow coming out of the rear of the archer's direction. The five hundred horsemen of Barcelona are lined up there, exposed to the sides, in a polite parallel.

It was a terrible decision.

He carries a bow and arrow without changing his assaulting enemy to a spear in front of him, swirls in the opposite direction as he feels the wind of the enemy wind to his right, and sees a strong bow shot at that line of horses rushing through in a raid. It's something we can't do unless we're sure our enemies can get out without bumping into each other. You also need to be familiar with the speed of light cavalry.

(Were they reading...!

Barcelo had been beaten by a sense of defeat. Tactics are limited to controlling the front and sealing the enemy's power. The side that took the lead creates a favorable situation. It is important to strike at what the enemy has to deal with.

Now Barcelo aimed to break five hundred rides to the rear of the Knights of the Sword Horn. I let a thousand horsemen run as a positive for that. The number and speed of a thousand rides, and by showing detour behavior, made sure the enemy had to respond. I was going to get ahead of the manoeuvre.

But at a time when he hated that the Knights' battle was a disadvantage, he had already fallen into the form of a battle led by the SS. There were three paths around the back of the Knights of the Sword Horn. It's the narrow between the Knights and the Heavy Cavalry, the narrow between the Heavy Cavalry and the Light Cavalry, and three more exteriors of the Light Cavalry.

The first path is the path of death. The Knights of the Sword Horn also have long spear units on their sides, and that is precisely the direction of the archers of the heavy cavalry. They just pinch me. The last path is the safest detour for Barcelo and others, but this is about freeing the heavy cavalry, and a crisis comes to the Red China Knights. If we were to move to reduce the damage on our allies, there was only a second way from the beginning.

The intention was to move the enemy, but it was only being moved. It was being read. That's why an effective blow was fired, thereby causing another 500 horsemen to suffer terrible damage. Aware that he was vividly exposed to what should be said even after, Barcelo turns down and calms down.

(... so far)

It was pointless to continue the manoeuvring battles between the thousand horsemen. Short-term settlement is not desirable based on enemy practice, and the longer it takes, the more allies are driven. The five hundred horsemen of another work will be scattered, and the Red China Knights will increase the crisis of devastation to more. Changes must be made before the damage spreads. There was a place here where I would pay for my life.

"Straighten up the squadron. For the rest, swirl left to cover the Allied Knights. Then get out of here."

One squadron is two hundred and fifty horsemen. When Barcelona selects the squadron to accompany him, he communicates his intentions only by sight to those who remain. It's hard to win, but it's hard to lose. There is also a life forfeiture choice. There was also what I entrusted to you.

"... go!

Dare to dictate verbally, Barcelo led the two hundred and fifty horsemen to swirl to the right. The enemy is four times as many thousand horsemen. There's no way you can win. But I was going to buy some time by eating it. The onslaught of madness in death can still confuse the situation without overshadowing it. It was better than finding life in that death.

(Third Princess SS light cavalry... are you there?

I bumped into him, not even giving him while avoiding depending. Lost velocity for only a swirling minute, with a lower position in front of you than at the beginning of the enemy thousand horsemen. I try to break in hard and wave the spear. Strong. I had the skill to feel at the tip of the spear. Two horsemen, three horsemen and I had a discussion, and the limit came. He took a strong blow to the side head and his helmet blew up. Consciousness is sumptuous. I gave in to the aggressive, but I can't afford it until I turn to counterattack.

There was a feeling of being pushed by the ghoul and the horse body. Looks like my men are splitting in. He was an old stock man. Besides taking care of the black battle coat, I remember holding it in my nostalgia and being wet on a rainy day. It was a consultation. The spear was piercing both abdomens together, ending with a bizarre bond of two horsemen. Horses run as-is, even when cramped. There was something to keep an eye on in the battle, and it brought a slight emptiness to the spot.

"General, I'm sorry to grab you!

A hand stretched out from the side took the reins and drew it to the ghoul. My men were consolidating the perimeter of Barcelo. That group, which became like a single group of fish, seemed to give up the breakthrough and swirl to the left again. It was being sieged halfway, but it seemed to keep spears rolling out fiercely and finally succeeded in leaving. Barcelo had guessed it with a tremor under his hip. There's blood in my eyes. I can't help my vision.

"Twelve horsemen of the most detachment, go!

"Whoa, come on!

The Squadron Leader instructed and the Squadron Leader seems to have understood that. Barcelo was listening to it like some distant event. I didn't let go of the spear. But the feeling of having it as if it were someone else's hand is also distant. I had tinnitus.

"Next! Squad Two, come die!

"My goodness!

Apparently, he was blocking his chaser by hitting the dead soldier step by step. That's paying for life. It's one of the forms of defeat on the battlefield. Barcelo resisted rapid drowsiness and continued to pick up the voices of his men who reached his ears. I knew I shouldn't miss hearing it. I knew it was a voice I would never hear again.

Barcelo survived.

One hundred and eight of the forthright two hundred and fifty horsemen were lost. Nearly halved, but it can also be described as minimal damage when dealing with a thousand horsemen. The enemy's dislike of the Dead Soldier's opponent and Barcelona's superiority in horse quality were the reasons why he escaped. There was a big difference in endurance.

The Red China Knights had suffered a great loss. The bowshots sealed the light cavalry on both wings and also pushed down the collision between the spear infantry. It is furthermore pushed forcefully through the center, where it is a cavalry assault. Thick spear infantry also followed it, thus in the form of a central breakthrough accomplished by all Knights of the Sword Horn.

There came a light cavalry of seven hundred and fifty horsemen divided by Barcelo, and only the subsequent battle of annihilation could be avoided. I held him back by the time I put him in a strong line again, and I didn't let him hit that back where my allies would break away. It is significant that the second son of the Count family let him escape. The nobles also died, but many of them did not die.

Those who were exposed to the mounting of the heavy cavalry have also fled in three ways and backwards. Barcelo welcomed them with a first aid on his head. I didn't hide what a defeated general looked like. I exchanged my eyes with every survivor.

Two thousand horsemen of the Barcelo Light Cavalry Regiment lost two hundred and eighty-five horsemen in this battle. 10% and a little within the 2,000 horsemen, but from the thousand and five hundred horsemen who actually took part in the battle, it was nearly 20% damage. The Red China Knights literally halved, so they lowered their flags and suspended their temporary activities.

I could not know the damage I had done. Because it wasn't the other way around. This defeat rocks the Imperial Army with such a shock that it writes off its previous victory. The Third Princess SS showed up again and also inflicted pain on the Empire. Because that's what makes you feel like a third time.

However, the flag of the swordsmith snake will still be raised, and the agitation will subside. Because Barcelo kept saving his allies more than once, and this time he was seen to have made it again. Count Velasquez also expressed his apologies. The Black Serpent of the Imperial Army, who was abhorred, earned his reputation here as guardian of the Imperial Army. The person, who never hid his wounded figure, did not have a single smile, but stood resolutely.

What dies dies, what lives lives.

It was an act of summer in the plains of the wreck.

Never the only one. It was just a sight that would be repeated.