Kuro no Senki (LN)

"... do something"

Chrono stared across the meadow and sighed small.

The Imperial Army has finally begun to build its position.

Three days have passed since the Imperial Army built its field position.

The deputy's expectations are in the right shape, but I feel subtle.

I feel like more than one emotion has mixed up.

Looking at the Imperial Army in that mood, the deputy that was next door called out.

"Admiral, what happened to the Buddha's summit? '(Bubba?

"I thought Mr. Minot's predictions had been taken care of."

"It's not as accurate as the center."

The deputy scratched his head in the light.

"When do you think the Imperial Army will attack us?

"There was a report from the scouts that they were taking time to build a position, so it's easy to think that today is not tomorrow" (Bubba)

"What happened?

'We're talking about retighting the tent and moving supplies around. I just can't figure out what the intent is.'

The deputy shook his head left and right.

"Are you wary of raids?

"Probably not easy to know."

"Now it's hard to find out what's in our hands."

"For that matter, let's think we could have let the measures be dispensed with." (Bubba)

"Mr. Minot is positive."

"The Admiral's making up for the negative."

The deputy glanced lightly at his shoulder.

It does involve morale in the dark with all the commanders and deputies.

I want a brighter attitude, but it's best to keep it that way.

"... nevertheless"

'Nevertheless?' (Bubba?

The deputy squirms at the parrot.

"The Empire is too relaxed."

"Thank you for coming."

"Well, I am,"

"The Imperial Army's sluggishness made it easier to put my men to rest" (Bumabu)

"Right."

Chrono nodded.

The deputy is right.

I could put my hands on the field position, and I could put my men to rest.

Especially now that Scion can move.

It would be muscular to complain while leaving all this to benefit.

But I want to tell you to return my readiness knowing that.

"You can't just attack me from there. Let's get it together. '

"Mr. Minot is amazing."

"It's his fault for the year."

The deputy shook his shoulder with pleasure.

"Thank you very much."

Something bothering you? '(Bubba?

"You get anxious when the Imperial Army moves dull."

Oh, and the deputy nodded.

Chrono was in the mood to raise his voice too.

Anxiety - I couldn't read the Imperial Army's intentions, and I was anxious.

"I thought the Imperial Army was rushing to attack me."

"Impact may be a little thin."

"Saying?

"If you're in battle, it's easy to think you could have pulled him out." (Bubble)

"If I could fight properly, I'd have that too."

Chrono sighed small.

The main force of the Imperial Army is a prostitute.

I trained, but my strength is to the extent that I've grown hair in amateurs.

If I do poorly, I might be stronger with a chimp who's used to fighting.

"I would have made a lot of money if I could make them float, but the Admiral would be more comfortable with surprises."

"I'm not in custody, but I want to keep something stacked."

I'm really blessed this time compared to previous battles.

I had time to prepare.

Of course, I intend to prepare as much as possible, but it makes me want to stack more.

If the Imperial Army had moved quickly, if it had entered the battle, it might not have had to bother.

But...

"Well, if the Imperial Army moves fast, it moves, so you complain."

I have extra trouble because I can easily imagine myself complaining.

"... as usual, let's scratch our feet"

"Heh."

As Krono groaned in anticipation of the Imperial Army, his deputy nodded forcefully.

What is this guy doing, Roy sighed as he took on his favorite spear.

At the end of my gaze, I'm getting ready to build a position...

"Wait. Then we won't follow orders. Start over."

"... Ha!

When Archena ordered a bunch of parchment in one hand, the general soldier answered somewhat apart.

It's not on your face, but I'm pretty sure you're dissatisfied.

Should I say it's frustrating?

They will move supplies according to Archena's orders, and they will be ordered to move again shortly thereafter.

There's something wrong with not being frustrated, and there's something wrong with not knowing it's frustrating.

If the position were reciprocal, the average soldier would be cursing Archena with dirt.

Whether to say fortunate or unfortunate, orders are absolute in the military.

The general soldier lifted itself and the crate.

The construction of the position has not progressed at all because everything is at this rate.

I just have a tent to use for an ops conference.

"No! It's not..."

"I don't know what else to do."

Roy scratched his head and walked over to Archena.

At this rate, the position will not be complete the following year.

No, is it better for the Imperial Army to disintegrate first?

The logistics are stalled because of the asshole emperor and his surroundings.

So you're feathering on fighting rebels in the meadows.

With enough supplies, it was also possible to cage and continue to stare at the rebels.

That, too, Roy muttered in his heart.

Even if it were possible, I didn't think the military director would opt for a negative measure.

That old man is distorted.

I don't hate personally distorted humans, but my views as a Kingsguard Knights leader differ.

I don't want my people attached to personal distortions.

When my men die, I don't know what to say to the survivors and open them up.

"You guys do exactly as you're told! The future of the Empire hangs in this battle!

Oh, man, Roy scratched his head listening to Archena.

I think if we're going to destroy it in one place, we're going to destroy it.

Anyway, there's just confusion waiting for us to get through this fight.

It's the difference between late or early.

The victory of the Imperial Army does not mean the victory of the Empire.

"Whoa, what are you yelling at?

"Tell me what..."

"Hey, lend it to me."

Roy took a bunch of parchment from Archena - the order, and narrowed his eyes.

They're trying to contain the damage they suffered when they were attacked at night by dispersing supplies.

It is logical, but it is unrealistic to disperse it as stated in the order.

"Give it back!"

"Hey there!

Roy speaks to the general soldier - who would be in command class from his outfit -.

"Ha!

"Follow as many orders as you can to build a position."

"Ha! Understood!

"As good as possible. Properly, appropriately."

"Ha!

As Roy pulled through and gave him the part about the position, the general soldier stretched his spine.

It won't be my fault you seem relieved.

The general soldier instructs his men to stay away from Roy and the others.

So the position building work finally started.

"- You!

"Don't be so angry"

"What do you think your orders are?"

"I think it's something to abide by. Well, I can't."

"If you can't do it, it's the military."

"I can't. I can't."

Dispersal of supplies as ordered by the military commissioner would reduce the damage caused by night raids.

However, it is intended to allocate a large number of personnel to its management.

They should be decentralized to the extent that they can be managed and security should be tightened.

I'll take care of the position building. We'll have an ops meeting.

"I'm gonna report this."

"Whatever you want."

"- Kuh!

Archena turned her heels back to the tent in a rough foothold.

"I hope you'll be more accommodating."

Well, it won't be possible, but I add in my heart.

It has been since military school.

Anyway, it's not accommodating and prone to excitement.

"... you're far from an ideal aristocrat"

Roy shrugged small.

When did Archena say that I had to be an ideal nobleman?

Was it during military school, booze seats, or when they were both appointed Kingsguard Knights Leaders?

I've forgotten, but I'm pretty sure Archena is tied to the word ideal nobility.

As tied to the heat Roy felt when he took his mother's revenge, yes.

"... it stinks"

I think they're chasing the escape water.

Even though I can't get to how much I chased...

"What are you doing! Come quickly!"

"I know!

Archena screamed like she was pissed off, and Roy screamed back.

I'm chasing the escape water.

You can't catch the escape water if you chase it or if you chase it.

But I also have the expectation that Archena will make me feel that heat.

"... I'm a kid"

Roy enters the tent scratching his head and opens his eyes gently.

It wasn't just Archena, it was because there was also a Bowties Treasurer.

The two stood to surround the table.

To be honest, Roy didn't like Bowties Treasurer.

I was too greedy to be favored.

I just thought I'd be scared to notice it as a dirt pit, but it's a grand attitude.

I can't dispel the bad impression, but I was tempted to help him out as much as I could.

"Slow"

"Sorry about that."

Roy walked over to the table and looked down at the map placed there.

The parchment describes what appears to be a rebel placement.

Archena also seemed to work outside of setting up the position.

I stared at the map and felt uncomfortable.

I don't even know what that is.

"What's this line in front of the rebels?

It's an obstacle made of wire.

"Needlework."

If it's an obstacle to that extent, Roy stared at his spear.

It's a canucci spear.

This spear will cut the wire as easily as possible.

"Don't be alarmed. The Cavalry of the Eighth Kingsguard was hit by this obstacle."

"Compare it to the Knights of the Eighth Kingsguard."

Roy groaned in a fed up mood.

Same Kingsguard Knights, but with as much strength as heaven and earth.

Is that why it's dangerous to insult me?

"What's this zigzag line?

"It's an obstacle made of wire and a ditch dug into the ground. Rebels fight hidden in ditches"

Archena glanced at her uncomfortably.

Maybe he thinks it's a cowardly method of warfare the rebels deserve.

"So the rebel weapon is a bow?

"No, it's a crossbow"

"Crossbow?"

Roy asked back unexpectedly.

That's a name I've never heard of.

"Crossbows are mechanical bows that were used a long time ago."

"Why is it no longer being used?

"Crossbows are easy to handle, but have the disadvantage of a short range. Not even before the establishment of the Standing Army."

"You mean a weapon left over from the times."

"Yes."

Archena gave him a musty look.

"By the way, what's the left and right squares?

"Infantry."

"How come there's an obstacle in front of the infantry?

"Think with your own head for a second."

"I also know the rebels are trying to be thorough in their defense. You're saying it to share information, to share information."

……

Archena did not answer just because she distorted her face uncomfortably.

"Is there a way to bypass an obstacle in this arrangement?

"Look closely. It's surrounded by woods."

"What's wrong with that?

"Marquis Elakis uses traps, not just night raids"

"Well, that guy's gonna do it."

Marquis Elakis - I've convinced myself that Chrono would do that.

"But isn't it worth a try?

"It only wears out soldiers in vain"

"I see."

Doubts arise that you just want to fight in a positive way.

But Archena also has a point.

We don't have the skills to discover and disarm traps.

If it's enough to let a soldier die to unlock a trap, it's also a hand to challenge it with a positive attack method, I think.

"So, what are we gonna do?

"There are places where the number of obstacles is low"

Archena pointed to the map.

Surely there are three places where there are few obstacles.

"Death squad disables the central obstacle and then raids the soldier"

"Feel free to say" Death Squad. "Who..."

"It's me"

Bowties Treasurer blocked Roy's words.

"You know what a death squad means?

"I must take vengeance on my wife and son."

Bowties Treasurer stared at Roy and said in a voice like he pushed him low and killed him.

"As you can see, the director of the Bowties Treasury has asked me to volunteer for the Death Squad. I risk my life trying to avenge... exactly what nobility has to offer."

"I'm just doing what I deserve."

Archena said in a playful tone, Bowties Treasurer seemed less than full.

That made me feel cold.

I said I volunteered for the Death Squad, but there's no way the Bowties Treasurer would cut ahead.

Probably just order an assault from the safe rear.

As soon as I thought about it, I felt like helping him as much as I could.

"I know what a death squad is. What exactly are we gonna do? The world isn't sweet enough that you're ready to die."

"Lord Lucas left valuable information about it. Load blankets on multiple cars and let them storm."

Another assault.

Roy groaned in a fed up mood.

Why do you like to storm like this too?

"The rebels seem to be projecting magic items..."

I remember him pinching it in my ear.

"Not all cars will be blown away."

"If the luggage puller dies, someone else will take over."

"That's what I'm talking about"

I meant to be sarcastic, but Archena just laughed at me for getting my will.

"Any opinions?

"If I said no, would you change the operation?

"This measure was taken by the Chief of the Ralph Military Bureau..."

"Ah, okay, okay."

Roy blocked Archena's words.

Even if you think the operation is coming out, it's on the plan.

For this minute, it may also specify the time to flick the shit out.

Roy sighed a small sigh that I might not want to be fulfilled.

At night - I get a fragrant smell on the wind.

The smell originated from an Imperial Army position.

It seemed to bring to the construction of the position, but now the tent has been erected and countless cooking smokes have risen.

Be wary of night raids, or the bonfire is burning.

Aridead let his nose snap as he lay down on the ground.

"For once, it's like why you get an appetite when you eat and you smell delicious"

"Maybe that's because I suppressed dinner to the sixth minute of my stomach for when I got hurt"

When Aridead blurred, Deneb, who was next door, followed him.

Deneb is wearing a cloth for camouflage.

About a hundred other soldiers lay on the ground wearing cloth.

There are about twenty elves and the rest are beastmen.

Quite a large number, but not noticed by the Imperial Army.

Pretty good performance, and Aridead picked a cloth.

At that time, my stomach started ringing.

"I want to eat it because it's good for hard bread."

"It's like I want you to stay away from me because I can tell by the sound."

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Aridead drowned his head disappointingly.

"... nevertheless"

"Even so?"

Deneb groans at the parrot.

"I was riding a horse during the march, but I didn't think I was going to crawl on the ground."

"I can't help but blur."

"- Huh!"

"It's like I can't help but blur"

When Aridead glanced, Deneb restated.

"I've been too relaxed lately."

"I don't mean to, like"

Chip, and Aridead pounded his tongue.

Recently - not so recent as to say - Deneb became more self-assertive.

If that's all, we're still trying to get out of here.

It is a world in which the two of us swore to live together in strength.

That said, I don't know how Deneb feels. But I don't.

Even I feel like singling out Chrono.

Well, even if I'm blessed with such an opportunity, my head is going to turn white.

What are you going to do? '(huh?

Tyga came closer to us with a crawl forward.

I should say boulder, beast man, the movement is smooth.

Too smooth and scary.

"It's like I don't want to be forced on my first day. Even though it's mealtime, I have a watch."

"You must be wary of boulders"

"It seems a little hard to find out what's in your hand"

"We should think we could have let vigilance distract us."

"I don't know what to say."

After all, it's like things are going crazy without Master Chrono, I add in my heart.

"Unfortunately, I'll report it."

Aridead put a cage-handed communication magic item in his mouth.

"Hello, this is Scout. Like you can hear me?

"I hear you."

Chrono's voice echoes from communication magic items.

'Which is it?

"Like me."

"Huh? Who would that be?

"Look, I see you all the time"

"Even if they always say so."

"It's a sin to forget your mistress's voice anymore."

"Lots of mistresses -"

"You can't joke about that, like absolutely!

Aridead vandalized his voice.

I whispered so that they wouldn't notice.

"Aridead, what's wrong?

"It's like the Imperial Army is eating and my stomach is ringing."

I'll get you some hard bread.

"I would have liked you to have prepared warm rice if possible, but that's like nagging"

'I was talking about taking the time to build a position...'

"We're already done with the position building, so I think they might attack us tomorrow. By the way, it's like I'm on a meal right now with a sentry and vigilance."

'You don't have to. The battle has only just begun.'

"Of course, I'm going to."

Ha, and a laugh.

"That said, there's no art in returning like this, and it's like creating a map of enemy positions"

"Dangerous?

"I'll keep my distance so I can't find it, so it's like it's okay. For that matter, the accuracy will be lower, so we'll make it up to you in numbers."

'Okay. I got it. "

Like, "Roger that."

Aridead gives Deneb and Tyga a look.

Then the two of them came face to face.

"Create a map of enemy positions for this reason. Like we both have writing equipment?

"I brought it, but it's like how do you do it?

"It's easy."

Aridead took the paper out of the pouch, folded it three times on the side, opened it and folded it three times vertically.

"Now I have mass eyes. And then..."

Turning his gaze to the enemy formation, a splendid tent stood in the center.

"Focus on that splendid tent...... well, with filling the rest"

"I don't think I can expect precision."

"It's better than raiding enemy positions with nothing" (Gasps)

"Yeah, Master Chrono's been pretty unscrupulous."

Remembering past events, squeaking with smudge.

"I'll split up into three teams and check from another angle. It's like we both scatter."

"... sister"

"I know, and. I know, but it's like I want you to feel comfortable using your position as captain."

"Sister!

Lord Aridead (Guru)

"I know and I know! Looks like we should go!

Deneb blamed him, Tiga scolded him, and Aridead began to travel with a crawl forward.

That stinks, and Roy rubbed his nose.

The source is mercenaries gathered by the Bowties Treasurer.

The mercenaries are in front of the Third Kingsguard Knights led by Archena, the Fourth Kingsguard Knights led by Roy, and the general army.

Despite the considerable distance, even the smell drifts this far.

Mercenaries, let's whine in our mouths.

Not them. The convenience of words.

The guys the director of the Bowties Treasury gathered only look like vagabonds.

Even those people are mercenaries if they call themselves mercenaries.

It's quite different from the mercenaries in the group of free city states who have to belong to the guild.

If this happens, I can be sure that Ramal V's measures were right.

Because it shaped the system of mercenaries, even though they put enormous amounts of money into it.

Bowties Treasurer rode his horse and moved in front of the guys.

"Gentlemen, the time has come!

Bowties Treasurer raised his voice.

"You, as soldiers of the Imperial Army, will take up the bandits and make known the glory of His Majesty the Emperor! This is an act of justice! Defeat the bandits and your names will be engraved forever in the history of the Empire!

Inspiring, but the mercenaries react dull.

There are even those who sit back.

Naturally.

The words of the Bowties Treasurer would sound somewhat aristocratic.

But they are vagabonds who call themselves mercenaries or are sold in with mercenaries.

Aren't those people supposed to show an interest in honor?

You noticed that, Bowties Treasurer coughed.

"Your aim is the powerlessness of the obstacles that exist in the center! I promise you guys a reward at dawn when I've crippled the obstacle!

The mercenaries turn, and those who were sitting up.

"Gold coin ju, no, it's a hundred! Those who disable obstacles will be given a hundred gold coins! That's a lot of money to change your life!

"It's awesome money!

"That's all I can go home to!

"I can have some yummy rice!

"Oh, woman!

The mercenaries coloured, but Roy had to laugh bitterly.

Big enough money to change your life - a soldier's monthly salary is two gold coins, so it's the amount you can earn in four years and two months.

I can't even change my life if the people who can't even calculate that get a hundred gold coins in their hands.

We'll run out of money and it'll be over.

Either way, Bowties Treasurer seems to have succeeded in stirring up the mercenaries.

"Gentlemen! Let's make a name for ourselves in history and get enough money to change our lives!

"Oops!"

The mercenaries roared.

"When are you going to start?"

Roy blurred as he stared at the ten luggage cars and the mercenaries standing around them.

The sun is about to plug into Jomtien.

Though he roared with prestige, there was a long way to go from there.

Rub it with who goes first, and Bowties Treasurer picked fifty.

Next, he divided it into five teams and rubbed it about the reward.

Whether to divide a hundred pieces of gold into five people or to be paid for each person.

Normally the latter, but the Bowties Treasurer seemed to have meant the former.

This was settled by paying a hundred gold coins to all the teams that accomplished their purpose.

I further rubbed it in the placement.

It was unconvincing that the luggage puller and pusher were paid the same.

This was settled by paying the puller an additional reward.

I have been arguing ever since.

You can start by the end of the day.

The mercenaries began to move when Roy blurred again.

Ten luggage cars move at the same time.

Apparently, we've decided to move on in a side-by-side row.

Slowly advancing towards the enemy formation.

There is a considerable distance to the enemy formation.

My men would still be tired by the time they reach the enemy ranks in the general army.

If you're a vagabond, you're a vagrant.

Roy narrowed his eyes.

There seems to have been movement in the enemy formation as well.

There is no movement in the soldiers hiding in the ditch.

It was behind it that there was movement.

Archer-like people move near the center.

Crossbow was talking about a short range, so I guess that's why.

The luggage carriage continues in a row.

We are halfway to the enemy formation, but there is no attack.

At that time, one luggage truck came forward only slightly.

It won't be on purpose.

But the others didn't seem to think so.

The next luggage truck ran over, plus the one next door - needless to say the rest.

The luggage truck was overtaken, overtaken, and turned to the enemy as they fought ahead.

I don't think it's sanity.

The mercenaries cheered.

You had a sense of companionship, and Roy opened his eyes lightly...

"Wow! Go, go, go, go!

"Move on! Move on!

"I'm betting on you guys!

"Hit him, hit him! Kick your ass. Aah!

"Be as companion as you want."

Throw it away in a fed up mood.

But I'm not gonna keep it that way.

Shortly after Roy shrugged, one of the mercenaries who was pushing the luggage car on the side fell.

A luggage truck rides up on a fallen mercenary.

It was a sight where I was about to hear the sound of what was going on.

The wheel jumped and the cargo rolled over involving a mercenary who was on the other side.

Similar sights were happening around, but the mercenaries cheered.

Seems like he only looks like he's the object of a bet anymore.

That was the situation, but the five baggage cars were approaching near the obstacle.

Of course, that's not an obstacle to purpose.

Five luggage vehicles arrive at the route following the obstacle of interest.

That's when one mercenary beat up the mercenary that was next door.

Mercenaries who were depleting their health fall unnecessarily, and a luggage truck passes over them.

The ride up to the mercenary changed the direction of travel, and the luggage stuck into the obstacle.

The pusher was able to escape the difficulties, but the puller could not escape.

It was caught between the obstacle and the luggage.

No, should I say I was pushed into an obstacle by a luggage truck?

The puller lays his torso on the carrier - he may have broken his spine - but it's rampant.

Only three of them proceeded safely.

An arrow pours down there. An enemy archer unleashed an arrow.

Sometimes he was speeding, and fortunately, he put an arrow on him.

Yes, fortunately. Luck doesn't last long.

Arrows pierce the mercenaries.

The mercenaries tip over vigorously and the cars fall over or stick into obstacles.

One for the rest.

I thought it was only a matter of time before they killed me, but the speed of my luggage car went up.

It's not strange when you fall, but you may have forgotten your fatigue under critical circumstances.

He's called the idiotic power of the fire.

A few moments later, an explosion broke out at the destination obstacle, causing the luggage car to jump straight up.

Perhaps there was a magic item in the arrow.

The last luggage truck turned upside down and the mercenaries quieted down.

"... I can't believe we used that stuff the way we did."

I don't know who squealed, but that seemed to speak for the feelings of the mercenaries.