Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

A group of red light cavalry men who show up on the hill and attack without a name or stray as they are... that number can't reach a thousand and five hundred? At a glance, I can tell it's strong. Looks like the war will blow. Hot.

Gilly also spoke of the order while showing a hand signal with her left hand.

"Spread out!"

Five hundred and dozen horsemen named first unit in the back of his brain went left, and the same number of horsemen named second unit went right, each accelerating. Gilly led the 500 horsemen as a third unit in the center, showing a slight tour on the spot before heading left.

The enemy cannot change because it is gaining momentum for the reverse drop. We just have to run through the center, which is open in a straight line. But the speed is amazing. Feeling that she was even going to decide the battle with just one blow, Gilly had strength in her hand holding the reins. Definitely a difficult enemy.

Identify enemies in high-speed vision. Is the enemy force a thousand and three hundred horsemen? Three hundred in the center, five hundred left and right. And there is no such man in it. I still haven't come this way.

So much pressure without Marco Hahato!

Gilly chewed her admiration into her back teeth and thought of all army manoeuvres behind her brain. Swivel and regroup, use open intervals to re-compartmentalize. Keep your hands off the reins and remember strongly as you make hand signals overhead. If you don't, you won't get the will. I do not yet feel that the first unit, which takes the same manoeuvre, can deliver precise instructions to the second unit, which is away.

There's something wrong with my ability as a flag knight.

"... is it a matter of confusion?"

Let's be ourselves. Gilly didn't become a holy knight by regular procedure.

Physically and physically adjusted by dosing and treatment than in childhood if it were meant to be, it is fostered in stages and as the Holy Knight. And there is a capability grant for flag knights based on the assumption that they were trained to do so. The miracle surrounding the Holy Grail Knights reeks of inhumane technology rather than holiness.

Because a holy knight is only a product. The Church mates outstanding males with females like seed horses, or, if necessary, they can break individuals. There are no concepts there, such as parents and children and families, and even recognition as individuals is scarce. Born on Holy Grail Island, they grow up as holy knights, live and die only as holy knights. It's just a life for that.

Gilly is different. He was originally just a person. He was recovered where he was dying as a soldier, and he was forced to live as a holy knight with powerful spirit medicine.

It's not a fuss about variants. Because it can't be more like a regular Saint Knight.

There. A ritual as a flag knight took place this year. “Jihad bonds” seemed to have been activated successfully. In fact, it was so much a battle against the Knights of the Difficult Horn that it was too much for them. At the end of the day, let them get away with it. Gilly has determined that it caused devastating damage.

But the intensity of the fight disrupted Gilly. My heart. You can call it memory.

A past that should have been filled with miracle white and scratched off... a history of being human... helplessly remembered to confuse Gilly's mind. Rock your self's feet and make your chest hot. There is a constant urge to stay or not to stand.

Who are you?

I can't turn back even if I can't see it. I can't help but ask for it because I know it in fragments. It's a root issue. Gilly thinks. I wonder if matters as interesting as my identity don't exist in this world.

It disturbs my mind. Miracles are sumptuous. I can't manipulate the Holy Knight well. I can't help it.

Another action, led by the remaining 1,500 or so horsemen who have chosen 3,000 horsemen, is a measure to take advantage of Gilly in such a precarious state. Where it was with the brave, under its powerful and incomparable influence, it can only act as a horseman. I just did, and Gilly laughed bitterly.

I can no longer move ahead of my right arm elbow. The senses are also thin. Fixation and hemostasis were applied strongly, but now the dominant arm was turned into a weight of meat. It is the price of defeating the spear that flew to the brave.

"It's brilliant. Totally."

Gilly was alone. The enemy, who has finished the swirl and once again captured it forward, has already begun a new disease. He continues to take the lead in the battle from the beginning. A fierce army. If it doesn't work, it's not a hit.

It seemed to have been pushed by that pressure or avoided to a greater extent than assumed. Gilly and the others split left and right. The rest of the 1,500 rides won't make it to rendezvous after the swirl. Widely spaced.

Gilly and the first unit were a little over a thousand, while the second unit was a little over five hundred... It was on the Gilly side of the large number that they were targeted. One thousand and three hundred horsemen storm like a flame of a lump. The intimidation is awesome. Sweat seeps under the mask. Gilly sensed sharply the intent to kill directed at herself.

"It's a very nostalgic feeling. Is that him now?

While I felt heat on my cheeks, I had chills on my neck muscles. It makes me feel strongly aware of individual deaths in a mass battle between the army and the army for some reason. It reminds me so peculiarly specifically that I am being taken away from.

It's a neck job. He was targeted for neck capture.

If you think so, you have a past to see. When I was younger, those battlefields, those enemy armies... the days I fought that terrible Salomon were now clearly remembered in my brain.

"" Demon Eye "... no wonder you're here."

Laugh at the fast vision and come up with a lot. If the enemy is that demonic eye, he comes after one of his own necks for nothing. It is impossible to escape or hide. Instead, pull it in and hit it.

Gilly slowed her own squad slightly to accelerate the first squad. It should be arranged vertically at a distance so that manoeuvres can be bent both left and right. Now the enemy has to pay attention to this change. You take the lead by making them respond. If you've invited a slight gap, you can flank it and shove the back into the second unit. Open intervals come alive.

It was its arrow tip, trying to change to the right.

"What!?

The enemy changed first. The three hundred horsemen in the center accelerated the path intact, causing the remaining one thousand horsemen to rush to the left, that is, to the remaining five hundred horsemen of the second detachment.

"What...!

Gilly immediately gave instructions to the second unit. Avoid to the left and bypass the battlefield greatly. Hitting enemies in isolation and doubling, etc... other enemies don't have to know, and it's too reckless to deal with this difficult enemy.

And concentrate forward. This one is a good opportunity even in a crisis. All you have to do is hit 300 with a thousand rides or so. Besides, there must be an enemy commander in there. That horrible silver-haired red-eye won't let his men take care of the prey he's after once.

There's no way you're just going to bump into me from the front... I'm sure you'll see it change to either left or right. If you think about what you're getting, head right. Even if we anticipate that, we dare to maintain vertical alignment with the first unit. to wait for a change and inflict pain.

Distance clogs. Sora, it changed. But the opposite is true of expectations. Can you also look at joining your allies? I can beat that with it. Gilly set her sights on the enemy's three hundred horsemen trying to make a difference to her left... and unexpectedly predicted her own death.

Ride! Three hundred rides have a small bow and arrow attached to the horse.

And there are five hundred horsemen running this way to the rear left. Show me when you aim for the second unit, and it looks like half of them were swirling. There's still time, but the spearhead is obviously after Gilly's troops.

An arrow was released.

It is a crystal of intent to kill shot by a demonic eye. Sharp and fast. Trying to prevent one of the Holy Knights, but the shield won't make it. The arrow pierced. Deep in the neck of the Holy Knight, uncertain of its age and gender. That's a fatal wound. Immediately.

And that doesn't end there. The arrow is nothing but a touch. Countless arrows followed to Gilly. It is the fury of the neck capture led by the devil's eye. It's a concentrated shot that only kills Gilly, ignoring everything else. There is only one life on the extension line... only Gilly's life.

Death.

In a truly understandable way, death is about to capture Gilly.

The dominant arm is already dead. The remaining arms just hold the reins and don't even possess shields or anything. You won't make it where you pulled out your sword with unfamiliar backhand. There can be no such thing as a trick to beat everything down just in time.

But I won't die. Not yet.

Twelve full use of a horse shot in the neck as a wall of meat. Let your hands spread out and block the arrows. Still, it's like it's not enough. Let the Holy Knights expand their shields in time. Or build a wall with a human horse.

The density of horseback riding, the more the splash of blood arrives. I don't mind, if I can prevent it.

Falling horses and falling successively. A frenzied horse scratched the line. Have I lost more than thirty horsemen? But if it stagnates, it will be attacked by 500 horsemen. Run. Run through. He pays for the lives of his soldiers to the dead and jumps hard into the raw lights ahead of the meat breakdown.

This is the battlefield. Once, and still is, Gilly has made such an unusual leap over and over again.

"Build... a job without a body with a soldier"

Be strongly aware of the second unit in the back of your brain, and remember the manoeuvres that join you here. There. I like that hilltop. There is a slight danger to life, and it is not a matter of turning a few soldiers into meat chunks or paying particular attention on the battlefield. Just re-compartmentalize. Just get ready to pay for the next one.

"Well, I wonder how many more lives I'll be spreading. It doesn't make any sense, for obscure victories and doings."

Run up the hill, look back and see widely. Looks like the enemy has made another rendezvous. And they'll be on their way soon. The red flag flickers in the wind of speed, and there is no room for dripping to the ground.

Gilly laughed. I couldn't help laughing.

Visible. I can foresee enemy movement as a possibility of several streets. It was a phenomenon that did not arise when we fought any of the Kalisalmi, Yuriharsila or the Knights of the Sword Horn.

Because it's that enemy. It is only if it is that difficult enemy that the awesome manoeuvres that tear the earth apart are strangely vividly visionary. I also know how to deal with that. I didn't even have to think about it. Because I've already thought it over.

Because that is the army of Salomon.

The one led by Satanic Eye is the army of Salomon.

An enemy to be missed and loved. I've actually fought three times, but how much would I have fought in my imagination? The number is also close to ideal. Confrontation between light cavalry reinforced battalions consisting of 1,500 horsemen is most preferred. Because it is the most presumed form of battle.

"Me and your army are already doomed armies..."

He pulled out his sword backwards, returned his blade, and raised a sword high toward the top of the heavens.

"I didn't know there was a reunion. Outside, God and I are likely to exist as well. Or... I guess this is already the post-mortem plain. I don't remember you."

Watch as you whine to chant. The slope and height are advantageous here. Reverse drop. There's no reason not to do that. We can deal with enemies at speed no matter how they respond.

"Go!"

I command you strongly and run myself. He pays height, buys speed, and storms all his armies like sharp spears at his enemies. If it is a raw and half change, it can be broken down without even making it a problem. That's all the momentum.

The enemy... the enemy will not change! Keep coming up the hill!

Looking at each other on the right is going to make a difference. I have a feeling of intensity. Thicken the line to the right and make the spear stand. The same is true of the enemy.

"That's the Devil's Eye... That's the Salomon Army"

Gilly breathed slowly and heavily.

Hook the reins to the saddle and pull your left arm against your face. The sword in its hand floats at speed and accumulates the force of a blow with a horizontal, hip twist. Pull out the shoulder force and pull the jaw. Focus on the toe of the toe on the toe of the toe. Wrap your toes around in your shoes. Slightly lower back by blurring the meat off your buttocks.

A clash.

Hundreds of blades swung between the moments, slaughtering meat or iron, scattering countless pieces of blood or iron. Gilly stays with her sword. Because the battle did not penetrate to the centre of the group. It is between light cavalry counting more than a thousand horsemen. Horseback riding is neither light nor brittle enough to be half-baked with just one hit.

But it was no more damage than expected.

Wasn't around a hundred rides discussed? Besides, he also loses a percentage of my damage. With the reverse drop this result...... Gilly considered the cause in the wind.

It is not a degree of practice. It's not even a question of how to hit it. Weapon. This weapon is worn out and misaligned. As many as half of the holy knights are consumed during the three wars and used to pick up what is left over from the Uliharsila Army and the Knights of the Sword Horn. Naturally because it took on all those saint knights.

I'm not convinced yet. And Gilly came to one possibility. Looking back in the sense of confirmation. The position of the enemy allies is now reversed, and while this one runs low, that one runs high.

I was surprised you had already run that far. The enemy is getting high enough early to be in a swirl. The same intention of killing pierces me. Attacks that remain steep with no intervals, no breaks, no haste... I think what I would be doing if that were possible.

"... the difference between horses"

It's a bitter fact. Inside the mask dirty in the blood of his allies, Gilly frowned.

The strength of a light cavalry is its mobility. Run the battlefield at high speeds and flirt without letting your enemies escape. If you strike a gap, you will see the enemy's separation and annihilation. After all, it is important to know how to align horses with excellent speed.

At present, horses used by the Knights of the Holy Grail are predominantly horses from the northern part of the Everian Empire. If you're looking for a good quality military horse, you're right to come from the North, east or west of the continent. Leaky winds from the north of the Heavenly Mountains are known to negatively affect crop growth, while helping to grow horses tough and agile.

Churches are hard to get good horses.

The island of the Holy Grail is completely unsuitable for horse production, and relations with the Church have been alienated in the northern part of the kingdom since the civil unrest. Even in the northern part of the empire, it's not really intimate. There's a verse that hasn't dropped the horse off as requested. It's uncooperative without hostility.

This year the northern parts of the two countries were showing strange collaboration. Ismael, the emperor, has not yet issued a single statement of condemnation that he is there, even though the development of the plague is likely to strongly stimulate the northern part of the empire.

The missing portion bought and collected northern products that went to market. I chose a good horse from among the southern ones. Many of them were made to devote themselves from within the Imperial Army. Even with all that effort, the work of the church staff in Gilly's eyes lacked enthusiasm.

The importance of military horses is not well understood in the Church.

The Holy Grail Knights are indeed a continental unrivalled army. The mysterious technique allows unity of will to reach areas that are not normally possible, making irreversibility the norm against any threat, and making it strong and overwhelming.

What is a soldier species that makes the most of its characteristics? It is a heavy-duty cavalry.

All you have to do is heavily arm both human horses and turn them into horseback riding forts, and carry out horseback riding assaults as if they were going to flatten the ground. That is what makes it the most aggressive, capable of unspeakable destruction. Death is the way the army deserves it everywhere.

It is therefore in its original form that the Knights of the Holy Grail are organized into the main body of the heavy cavalry.

It is required to be robust with military horses used for heavy cavalry. Thick legs unbeatable by weight are desirable. It is a preferred property in the south, where many farming horses are grown. Speed is second to speed. The most important element is negligible for light cavalry. It is what the Church values for horses are.

But contemporary brave men craved five thousand horsemen only of lightly dressed cavalry. Declared that that was the army under his leadership, the army to confront that man. I had him scratch a good horse for a far-riding longitudinal journey north and south through the kingdom's territory.

It means I couldn't do it there. There was variation in the quality of what we managed to number. If you ride alone, you don't have to know, and you run as an army. The speed even falls below the median herd. Because you can't let everything run according to the fastest horse.

Moreover, the battle is impossible. The Church does not have the means to transform a horse into an indefatigable monster as a "holy horse", only by strengthening it into a holy knight. This is the fourth battle. There was something called fatigue accumulated on the horse leg.

"No... more than anything a soldier. Again."

Seeing the left hand trembling in small pieces and the right hand only swinging in speed no longer. Would I have been a little flat right now if I hadn't been injured? I still have something I lost with the bleeding, and I don't think I can get that back during the operation.

The same goes for the Holy Knight again. No matter how tough you have a body and a spirit of immobility, you are not moving out of the logic of the organism. Even if you are not aware of fatigue, the fact that you are fatigued from meat does not disappear. You don't have to be scared of an injury to lose it. The inconvenience, rather, would arise inadvertently, without taking into account fatigue and not sheltering the injury.

The Saint Knight, who was wounded during the streak, is now all under Gilly's command. At the end of the day, this separate job may not be expected to have more effects than positive... Gilly laughed bitterly.

He was supposed to hit his enemies hard with a reverse drop.

But this is actually it. All the debacle of my own army is conscious.

"It's what you showed me. Devil's Eye."

Gilly found out how far away the win was. There are also limited tactics to choose from when there are many anxiety elements. I can't compete with Setouchi to lose here. I'm not exactly an opponent who can fight on the run.

Hitting it will have to be minimal. Then we must continue to issue our authority as an army. while being targeted by the "Demon Eye”.

It's a tough fight.

But that's the usual, so I was used to it. Often war is the task of finding a glimmer of life in a difficult situation. At least Gilly's military history is such a battle streak. Nothing is more than panic now.

Gilly gave a hand signal and waved the troops left and right. Let them snake. It gives the enemy a hunch that it will swirl sharply to either left or right. The goal is to keep you in this motion. He was spared from being backed by enemies who gained momentum in reverse drops.

"Huh... black or white, snakes are snakes"

I returned my wrist. It's a sharp turn to the left. It's a manoeuvre to bend over and devour at once. Attack enemies that chase you to the tail. Draw the loneliness of horseback riding in such a way as to roam the earth, and whip and slap the enemy.

The enemy also responds. Sharp just ripping the field. But as much as I beat the speed, I think the strain on the horse legs will also be great. Besides, I don't think I can take advantage of it at that rate. Because this swivel continues. Because snake manoeuvres are obsessive.

Aim. Keep aiming as you run through the extreme of speed and angle.

Man, horse, armor and two long beasts who may not know how much total weight they will all compete for the curve. Follow each other's tails.

Sometimes Gilly and the others change to the right and that doesn't change. A sudden swirl is repeated at the discretion of the deformation. In this high-speed manoeuvre, shooting is impossible. Group equestrianism is being tested. It would be better to deflect the track unbearably.

Eyes bracketed in the wind, Gilly distorted her cheek. I laughed with my back teeth chewed up.

I'm fighting the supreme manoeuvre I've ever dreamed of.

The awareness was a joy. Life is polished to this fast dead place, and there is no longer any stray or disturbance in its heart. The world is fast. If you're desperate, it makes sense to be shaken down. Then let's run. Then let's fight.

"Don't be so hasty, Demon Eye. It's the ugly neck that's a shame to offer."

How much did you run and how much did you hit?

The battles that seemed antagonistic at first also overlapped with failures and accidents that caused the anxiety element, and Gilly and the Knights of the Holy Grail were driven to a clear disadvantage. The enemy was a perfectly brilliant army. Only the Knights of the Holy Grail were allowed to postpone the settlement by using dead soldiers at the required locations, and only the Knights of the Holy Grail were divided by the number of a thousand horsemen.

"Sorry, but I don't make you feel good about winning. I have work to do."

Gilly didn't stop the fight even if no victory was expected. He's releasing a deserted soldier without hesitation. Utilized his advantage and resisted. I used it to protect it rather than to attack it. Gilly kept being targeted all the time.

It was hard luck that the darkness and wind storm arrived at sundown.

Big paying for the soldiers' lives, Gilly started retreating. I have left my fighting power, albeit halved. I gradually try to pay for it again and retreat. Run away. Keep being chased.

For serpents of war, that was also another familiar form of battle.

Thus the Knights of the Holy Grail Task Force is defeated.

But no mask was found in the neck that was discussed.