Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The winter sky is also cold in its blue color, and at its clear height, it is indifferent while looking down at people in horrible ways. Cold air flows into the wind to remind us of the endless verticality of the atmosphere, trying to make a man speak of his dwarf and his infirmity. No struggle is vain, no crushing makes sense...... good, evil, merit, everything is pushed to the ugly side of beauty.

Heaven is too beautiful.

Berta shook her head even feeling like she was one of those bugs crawling under the water. That was all right, and I swore to the bugs and everything. I curse myself in my heart to be scared now. Even the act of looking up into the sky broke off as an escape. Berta looks around from the horse and bites her lips.

The landscape of defeat was widening.

With their tired faces, the soldiers are heading west for a small run. I don't take weapons or anything. There is no such thing as a team. It has become a group without scattering and bending, except because it has a higher survival formula to be under the flag of a flying friend. There are also meal rations. That was all. I can't think about fighting.

Near Berta, the face of the Golden Sword Knights gathers closely to form a solid as a nucleus in this population of more than 10,000. Under this circumstance, where even the Fortress of the Front Line is already at the rear of the East, a constant tension is forced to go imperial territory. Naturally against the Royal Army that comes after us, but we don't know when a madman will appear to turn into a mob when he is a friendly soldier on the same path. Intimidation as nuclear is against both sides.

There was a similar group in the people and they should have been looking west as well. The location was Berta et al. travelling west through Count Tihelina territory, but only abandoned villages exist around here that were abandoned for farming in some years of cold damage. It's a hell of a long way from Fort Front to town. That is the result of a disproportionate response to the Royal Army invasion, which was cut off after the collapse of the main army more than a decade ago. At that time, the Frontline Eritreans were abandoned until the middle of it. It broke the road and destroyed the town, turning it into a battlefield against the Royal Army with a small army of leaders.

That is what now afflicts Berta and the others in retreat. The Royal Army, finally avalanched into imperial territory beyond the plains of the disaster, sends more than 100,000 troops like tide. Because there is no place to stay to plunder. Just stubbornly following every group of Imperial Army. You can't even rest if you run away. Rest and you will be surrounded by great armies.

The Imperial Army was defeated.

The massive battle fought between the Everian Empire and the Kingdom of Asuria ended as a defeat for the Imperial Army, almost with a single armored sleeve. Berta and the Golden Sword Knights had joined as reserves, but had retreated in the form of flirting with a wave of broken allies without ever hitting enemies.

The total number of troops deployed by both countries to the plains exceeds 230,000. The Eberian Imperial Army mobilizes a hundred and fifty thousand, compared to the twelve hundred and eighty thousand of the Royal Asrian Army. The two armies had more than 20,000 force differences from the beginning, but there was a huge separation in their ranks and in their warfare.

The Royal Army was joined by a large number of nobles, headed by the country's heavy-town Count of Kalisalmi, and a ruggedly luxurious military flag boasted of the participation of a large number of Knights. It is dedicated to being strong and luxurious compared to regular army units of the same size as the Knights. The faction heard tons of smoke cooking up and even checking the strings. The leaves are all overflowing with luggage and military horses even have dedicated caregivers. It was as if there had been a town in the wilderness.

And it's belligerent. It was high enough to find the Imperial Army scouts or turn the chase on a platoon by platoon against a single horse. It could be something rough in a somewhat savage direction around the curse flying if you run away.

The opposing Imperial Army lacked glory in everything. It was the old lieutenant general, who had already left the front line for a long time, even though he was the Imperial Successor, and most of his combat efforts were backward support in the first place. It is said that this promotion of the Lord General is the result of his strong self-nomination, as he had expressed dissatisfaction with the way the army did not win or pursue the previous meeting.

And he brought the strange habit of taboo into the formation. I managed all my supplies on a book to the point of one potato, and even counted the number of bowel movements per person. To support the way it operated, many of the soldiers were also organized with experience in backward support missions. It was at a meeting that the elite should be aligned, and the elite meaning was misworn.

One symbol of this would be the rear waiting for Berta and the Golden Sword Knights. What does it mean that General Berta Ignacio, a winning actor in an earlier meeting and now also seen as a hero in the war, is treated as a reserve unit rather than involved in the command of all armies...... such a voice was heard here and there and morale was down.

The meeting became a rarity that the Imperial Army was already pushed in before it began.

The old lieutenant general successively made the unintended decision to change the scheduled meeting point in turn. Do it, because the terrain is bad, we will lower the formation. But do it. We will move the formation to the sand in the southwest because it is inconvenient for the drainage, and we will move 100,000 troops to the thousand bird foot giant every day with a fling. As a Royal Army, it would have been a pleasure to twist your neck. The enemy retreats without fighting at all. Moreover, the number of soldiers decreases every time they retreat. Mercenaries and others broke their contracts out of ridicule and even appeared to those who sought to replace their employers on the battlefield.

The Imperial Army retreated from the west to the first area, counting it as a quadripartition of the crash plains to the east and west. Only for that matter will the Royal Army move forward, and finally the time for a meeting will come. It is a form in which the Royal Army has met the limits of its endurance. The Imperial Army, which also responded hastily to the formation, only withstood once, but collapsed brittle without waiting for the second to come. The Royal Army quickly entered the pursuit, and its fury did not heal until it destroyed all the front-line fortifications left behind in the Imperial Army.

The old lieutenant general is no longer alive. He said he stayed in one of the frontline forts and slashed to death screaming his allegiance to the Empire. Of those who followed, only one escaped from the dead and now acts with Berta and others. In both arms of the man, who has no sword, no spear, no load, and who does not even speak to the food provided by the Knights, there is always an object wrapped in a battle coat. The man, who walks in a dilapidated manner and continues to go westward in such a painful manner, holds it dearly and does not let go. Berta says nothing. It's just a silent prayer.

"Dear Berta, we have confirmed the scourge of the Royal Army."

A rider of light cavalry reported to Berta. The Golden Sword Knights borrow a platoon of light cavalry sixty horsemen from the Imperial Army during this match. It's driving it as a scout, but apparently it was found by some of the pursuit troops. Berta nodded back and turned back to the Knights.

"Everybody, are the bow strings stuck? Is Yaba neat and elegant?

As he says, he flicks his horse spear with his kurli and wrist.

"It is based on towing with a cavalry and driving away with a spear. We'll alternate bows and spears and lay cross lines."

Go down to the rear of the group and line up the horse rows there for a long time. The Golden Sword Knights damaged in an earlier meeting, but those who were replenished by reservists and were able to return also to the wounded, have returned and now have all three thousand horsemen again. Berta doesn't have any anxiety about that fighting power either. But I didn't fly the Golden Crown Sword King's flag. It merely flies the flag of the Imperial Army's Winged Dragon. It is rumored that because of his dissatisfaction with the fact that he was turned to reserve during the meeting.

Yet another scourge of horseback returned. Report.

"Dear Berta, Hostile Corps is a force of about three thousand a Knights and ten thousand two Regiments, with about 30% of the cavalry. Located in the northeast, we are driving orders north and east."

"One division with the Knights at its core... you have other divisions nearby. Make sure you're in position. This location is known. It doesn't matter if you move big."

"Ha!"

While dropping off the rushing scouts, Berta pictured the surrounding terrain behind his brain and the distance to town. Measure the relative velocity between enemy units and this one. I can't make it. They'll capture me before I get to the nearest town for hurrying me. We have to stop somewhere. Berta thought if he was pioneered by a light cavalry where he did it, there would be no escape technique, but he would still have to adopt a delayed tactic. You stagnate the enemy by exposing 3,000 horsemen to the enemy's main force. If you pick a location for your enemy, you can miss a lot with less sacrifice.

No, Berta knew there was a more effective way if it was to make it a top priority to miss an ally. An army flag. If only the flag of the Golden Crown Sword King could be raised to the enemy's side, it would draw the attention of the enemy to itself. You can lure them somewhere on top of that. Makes it easier to do it even when it comes to adopting lag tactics.

But that was not allowed. The Golden Crown Sword King's flag as a symbol of victory cannot be raised in this retreat now. Whether an ally dies more or an old lieutenant general is slaughtered or killed, you must endure it.

"Dear Berta, shouldn't they use the example thing?

The knights say softly. Berta knew it wasn't about the military flag. Sometimes it is instructed to be used… it is by the Death Squad. Those who volunteered for it beforehand are dispersed in a group of people on foot. And Berta saith unto them that a dozen men should keep the flag of the winged dragon, and exchange with it a measure of strength. Sometimes as an ambush you will still have the last martial arts, and if that creates confusion or even the possibility of survival. But that's not allowed. The Death Squads stand out only as a time buyer and are asked to be discussed.

In the worst case scenario, Berta has even been instructed to abandon the unarmed soldiers and flee. Where it has nothing to do with her values, the priority of life has already been determined. It is ordered as a military decree. Berta doesn't have the life to throw into a battle for self-satisfaction.

Berta closed her eyes during the bundle and thought. I'm ready to take the outside road. I also knew I was disqualified from wanting a battle of honor. It's unspeakable... wrapped in a battle coat. That's what scolds Berta as the one who did his duty first. Don't hesitate. Don't hate it. Trying to play justice with filth. He tried to hide his despicability and get all his heroes. I am crying out to live and die as Berta Ignacio.

"... distribute food to everyone. Give me something I can carry. And hurry as you feed them."

I never meant to. Berta uses a death squad. But I wasn't willing to use it cheaply. Let it be used in a way that maximizes its effectiveness. Even if that's only the maximum in a limited amount and it doesn't change that we're disposing of their lives as a result, Berta nevertheless chose to do the best she could.

"The scourge of the enemy shall be dispersed. Shoot the arrow. Let those who cannot come about the forcible force head south. If you go by the sea, you won't encounter the most enemy."

He skipped the instruction and bit the “Taste Rope” as quickly as possible. It involved seagrass in edible grass and dried it after soaking it in salt juice. It replenishes salt and nourishes.

"Progress is slow! Keep the horizontal line running. Hurry up!

Berta and others proceeded at an eye-catching rate as a group from 10,000 people, including on foot. I was never caught up by the Royal Army until the sun went down. That is also because the enemy chose not to be a single division, but to work together in multiple divisions to surround it. I can't run away. But it's been a long day.

"Get ready for camp! There are many bonfires and multiple wooden fences! Throw away all the pots and all the food! Prepare to eat for two days! We keep going over the night!!

As the words stood, Berta and the others set out shortly after setting up the camp formation. Groaning chained, but that didn't turn into grudge. Because I know what it means to stay in that formation. More than a dozen armed men with the intention of remaining from the beginning and dozens with weapons in their hands passively because they could no longer walk remained in that formation. They are stubborn. We must stop here at night to falsely pretend that we are in the army, let go of the arrows, and buy time.

"... Pray for good luck!

"Dear Berta... please, good luck!

The words of farewell also made sure to waste time, and Berta and the others hurried west. Going through the night. Take a leg in silence. Shaken by a horse by depression. I just move on as I look forward at my shadow, even as I put my thoughts in the direction of the morning burn on what the flag of the Winged Dragon that I have left behind traces my fate.

You make sacrifices, you have a heart of sorrow... but you retreat to win.

When another day had passed and even the pattern of the Royal Army's military flag approaching behind could be confirmed, Berta and the others finally saw it. Several military flags flickering to the western hills. That's not just the Imperial Army's Winged Dragon flag. Follow them like children, and the central flag has the seal of the Ascension Dragon dancing in the wind.

Only two are allowed on this continent, its seal meaning the Great River of Dragons. If there were an army in the Imperial Army that would list it, there could only be one commander. He has the West Dragon River in his territory and is the chief officer of the festival. That also means the sovereign supreme power of the Everian Empire.

Emperor. Emperor of the Everian Empire, Reimund.

If it is his forthright army, then it is the Kingsguard. Once upon a time it disputed the brave with the Crown Prince and was wiped out by the demons. Those who gather here now are the new soldiers, renewed by their sorrow. Troops from 50,000 are deployed side-by-side around it. Even the wind seems to be gushing due to the rising fighting atmosphere.

Sa 'Alan. The elites, who should have been at the forefront, were almost all turning backwards during this massive meeting. Those who are lining up here and foresting spears are not rear troops. They are the original front-line units of the Imperial Army.

The big flag was waved.

It was it that was raised to meet the Golden Crown Sword King's flag.

The Royal Army 120,000, which invaded deep into imperial territory following the defeating ones, split into several divisions, all of which turned into beasts in traps. The Royal Army, which pursues beyond the plains of the crime, was in fact lured southwest. Tens of thousands of Imperial troops lurking at the northern end pulled a handshank and stormed in a southeast direction, no longer existed, such as the exit route. The road to the plain of sin was closed.

The Imperial Army onslaught began everywhere. Each division of the Royal Army, right and left without land exploration, was killed instantly literally exposed to attacks from all directions. In contrast to them exploring in the dark, the Imperial Army raided, broke and smashed from unexpected roads. But the tragedy of the Royal Army did not remain there.

A hundred and twenty thousand royal armies were pulled by Jiriziri and finally avalanched into imperial territory. The backward armies to support it were also dragged out of the Fortress of the Front Line, entering the middle of the plains of the Wreck.

There was an army with a tremendous amount of momentum against its more than 30,000 troops with a sweet level of skill and massive supplies. The vanguard of that Imperial Army Protruding Force, consisting of 20,000, had the appearance of a black-crushed unit with everything in light cavalry, although only a few were two thousand and five hundred. The flag flying is the seal of the Swordhouse Serpent...... it is Colonel Terencio Barcelo Imperial Army.

It can't be a coincidence that this once and for all. It's all an imperial army strategy.

Its military strategy, carried out on a magnificent scale across the plains of the disaster, becomes right and spreads tremendous damage to the Royal Army. Maybe that's a backlash. Once an Imperial Army invasion unit was killed in Kingdom territory, it changed time, changed place, and now it seems as if the Imperial side is doing it.

Berta was waving the spear again, too. He poked and poked and poked his rough emotions as they were, not tired of being able to paint them on enemy blood. The Golden Sword Knights collaborated with the Kingsguard to unfortunately demonstrate their authority. Those who were on track and chasing were just trembling prey at this time.

One of the Six Uncles of the Four Horses of the Kingdom of Asaria, the one who took over the Earl of Kalisalmi, was barking. The head is skewered on the tip of the spear and is raised. Berta doesn't think it's miserable. I wanted to report to the old lieutenant general who was necked first. And it was barking. The man with the spear was the man who protected the old lieutenant general's neck.

A re-invasion of the Eberian Imperial Army was about to begin.

To the Kingdom of Asuria, another crisis was about to come.