Kuro no Senki (LN)

The day after the Imperial Army set up the camp position - the explosion sounds from afar.

I guess the Imperial Army blew up a mercenary approaching an obstacle made of iron tsu with a magic item.

The main force of the Imperial Army is a prostitute.

I wouldn't even call it amateur, but none of the White Soldier Combat abilities equals nothing.

Originally, the Imperial Army on the attacking side is playing defense to compensate for the White Soldier's ability to fight.

Use not just magic items, but even measures.

I'm distressed not to lose.

The opposing Imperial Army is on the defensive side.

Of course, this also has the proviso that it should be.

The Imperial Army, which is supposed to be the protecting side, is attacking.

Even though caged castles can reduce soldier wear and tear.

I can't do that because the logistics are lagging behind.

Nor can we expect the cooperation of the surrounding lords.

According to the soldiers, it seems the Emperor and his surroundings are to blame.

It reminds me of my hometown.

It is regarded as one of the leading barn zones in the Empire, but in short, it is rural.

To be honest, I didn't like my hometown.

I didn't like the sense of blockage that the future was closed.

But I never starved until I trained.

Maybe that's a feeling common to our own generation.

When I said that, the masters were laughing bitterly.

That master laughs bitterly, so I wonder how crazy it was.

Again, I think I'm an idiot.

But there's something I can tell myself like that.

It means that people who can't feed their men don't deserve to stand on top.

I guess we're blessed in that sense.

No, I shake my head and stick my stick to the ground.

It's a stick that just cut the tip diagonally.

You can't dig the ground like a shovel or a tsuruhashi.

I just stuck it on the ground a little bit.

But repeat it.

Repeat, repeat, repeat -.

Throw the dirt behind your back so repeatedly that it might lead to selfless frontiers.

Lean against the stick and exhale.

I got a bigger sigh than I thought.

Make haste to circle your gaze.

Around there were Imperial Army soldiers in line to dig the ground.

Of course, with a wooden stick.

Fortunately, they seem only interested in their work.

Nevertheless...

"How sane of sand to build a moat like this -"

"Hey."

"No, I didn't skip it, suss! One, two, one, two! Ahhh! Hole digging is fun, sss!

Suddenly, he is called out and the work resumes.

I was alarmed.

Despite the fact that my master was paying attention to me.

Really, I don't think I'm a good guy.

The sound of pup sounds.

Looking back, a man with a beard surface was holding his mouth.

"Bad, bad. I didn't mean to surprise you. I was quietly digging on the ground when my meal was ready."

"This way, I'm sorry, sss. Just think about it."

I apologize because a man gave me a bumpy look.

I feel like I don't have to apologize, but courtesy is important.

My master taught me that courtesy is important.

Okay, let's go.

"Where are you going, S.?

"... you"

The man sighed all the time saying he was frightened.

"I told you we were ready for dinner.

"Are you ready to eat while you're at work?

"You bet."

The man sighed again.

Shit.

After all, I couldn't be a spy.

Cold sweat flows.

Should I kill a man and run away?

This is outside the camp position.

It's not that hard to escape.

You won't be able to continue spying, but it's better than being tortured and spitting information.

Reach for your hips dagger and stop.

Killing is the last resort - until we figure out the situation.

The man stared at this one and smiled.

"Don't freak out so much. You have a shallow military history?

"That's right."

"Well, you are."

The man scratched his head to say he was in.

"This is the situation. Everybody wants to keep a veteran on hand."

"Oh, yeah."

The man put his arms together and nodded again and again.

Apparently, you convinced me on your own.

Follow as you stroke down your inner chest.

Okay, let's go.

"Where is it, sss?

"So it's a meal."

A man tells me like he's sick of it.

"I don't have a choice. This is also on the edge of something. I'll teach him how to behave like a soldier."

"It's okay, sss! I can do this alone, bitch!

Don't be shy.

"No, I'm not reluctant, sss! Not at all! This one too!

"No, no, don't be shy. You should be honest with your predecessors."

"It's okay, it's okay, sss"

"... you know"

The man said in a sigh.

Forcefulness until now seems to be a lie.

"What su?

"I know you're on guard. If you're too firm, you'll end up with it."

That said, the man shrugged his jaw.

Ahead was the appearance of a group storming an obstacle.

Shot with a mechanical bow or crossbow and blown with a magic item.

The figure ran out of words of misery.

"I'm not a mercenary, sss."

Ho, and the man leaked his voice.

Am I impressed?

"A few sus?

"Don't be angry. Don't be angry. I'm relieved you knew things unexpectedly."

The man has raised his hand and embarked on a playful act.

"So, how far do you know about them?

"Collected with gold, well, so much so that I mean vagrant"

"You knew me well."

"If it's normal, it's gonna come in my ear."

"He's different."

"What's the difference?

"It's..."

The man punctuated the words and pulled his body.

"I'll teach you while you eat"

"Nah."

When I opened my mouth to complain, the sound of ghoul sounded.

The belly bug went off.

Even if it's not a time like this, I lean down.

"You're being honest with the belly bug. Let's make it dinner, let's make it dinner."

"... ok, sss"

Answer a few moments apart.

I was interested in the man's words, and I was hungry.

Talking while eating won't hit the bees.

"Before you eat..."

"Oh, handshake."

Shook back the hand the man offered.

Then the man looked surprised.

"I forgot to tell you. I'm John."

"I'm Johnnies."

"Johnnies? That's an unusual name."

"Johnny, sss"

Man - John asked me back, so Johnny mumbled back.

"Oh, Johnny."

"Yes, Johnny. It's not Johnnies, sss."

"Bad, bad"

John scratched his head.

It won't be my fault you don't seem to think it's bad.

It was the tent that led John.

There are tables lined inside in a fairly large tent.

Vacant seats stand out, but people are quite there.

Become a group of people.

He's called a friendly group.

This is how I feel alienated when I'm sitting at the end of the seat.

I can't help it if I think about my position.

Whatever, a spy.

If you pass on the information collected to Empress Tilia, it will undoubtedly cause damage to the Imperial Army.

That said, I haven't done anything yet.

It is hard to be alienated from this stage.

At the very least, I hope John is here.

If he'd stayed here, I wouldn't have to think about this pity.

But he's not here.

I left him to wait here and go somewhere.

I want you to come back soon.

When you feel like praying...

"You kept me waiting."

"Too much waiting, sss"

"Don't be angry."

That said, John put the tray in front of Johnny.

On the tray was a dish for two - white, cloudy soup and bread.

Apparently he was picking up a meal.

"What's up? You're not gonna eat?

"Eating Sz"

John grinned bitterly as Johnny took the soup and bread.

Slide the tray and sit in the opposite seat.

Johnny spoons the soup...

"No utensils, sss."

"Look closely."

"Well?"

I look at the spoon as I tilt my neck.

Then something like brown fiber was sinking.

"It's got meat in it."

"I'm not saying this is meat, sss"

Zuck, and sip the soup.

It was somewhat salty, or soup that only tasted like salt.

"Wait."

"What su?

Johnny looks up as he shelters his soup and bread.

John was laughing.

I wonder what's fun.

"The soup is a little bit"

"Why the suss?

"Look."

John grabbed the bread and tapped the table gently.

The sound of cock echoed and Johnny opened his eyes.

I've heard they sometimes stiffen bread to keep it sunny.

But I don't think so.

"You're surprised.

"Surprised, ss."

"That's why."

John pulled out his hip-dagger and slapped the bread with his patterned head.

It sounds pretty loud.

I looked around in a hurry and the soldiers were looking at this one.

I thought it was bad, but I turn away like I lost interest right away.

In the meantime, John was also pounding bread with a pattern.

A few beatings broke the bread in two.

Repeat the same thing further and dip the crushed bread in the soup.

"Here's the thing"

"I see, sss."

You mean soften it with salt soup because the bread is hard?

Johnny pulled out his dagger.

Then...

"Oh? Is that a dagger from Canucci? You seem expensive."

"- Huh!"

Johnny stared at John in surprise.

He said, "I'm not stealing."

"Naturally, sss."

"It means you have a dagger made by Canucci..."

John stared at this one and laughed with his nose.

"Why are you laughing with your nose?

"I thought you were rich, but I didn't think you felt rich."

"... sorry to hear that."

Johnny glanced.

"Daimyo, you must have stolen it or picked it up. You look like you're poor."

"Bought it right, sss"

Much to say back.

Surely my parents are not rich.

But I'm not poor either.

The southern border - the average family in Baron Ekron territory.

"Well, it feels like the recruits are stretching their backs."

Guh, and Johnny groaned.

I'm sorry, but you're right.

"Anyway, you were thinking about being as active as Leonhardt."

"As, well, like that, sss"

It was a lie.

Johnny imagined herself as a brother - a Crono subordinate.

He was delighted by the delusion of rushing to the pinch of Chrono and defeating his enemies.

I know it's a dream that won't come true, but it hasn't changed my desire to be useful.

It's helping Chrono now.

Thinking about it makes me feel proud.

But if I could talk to my past self, I'd advise you to revise your delusions downwards.

The difference between reality and delusion is powerful enough to break your heart.

Well, either way, my master would have broken my heart...

I recall.

days of training in the Aleos Mountains.

About the day I graduated from virginity with a bandit.

You shouldn't think about it now, sss, and shake your head and break the bread with a dagger patterned head.

Ho, and John leaked his voice.

Ignore it and break the bread.

"You're good."

"Naturally. I'm gonna be the best dagger man in the empire."

"A dagger?

Johnny put the bread in the soup and raised his face.

Then John had a look on his face like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"Why do you look like that?

"A dagger is a spare weapon."

"That's all right, suss. Daggers, good looking sss"

Wouldn't it be nice to beat a swordsman with a dagger?

Good looks are justice.

"This is why the youngsters are made"

"That's okay. I use a dagger."

Johnny put his dagger in his sheath and scratched the soup.

It is hard not to see utensils other than bread.

I think I'm going to cry remembering my schooling days.

"Don't look like you're gonna cry"

"I didn't, sss."

"You don't have to look like that. You'll get supplies tomorrow."

"Is that Supply Sz?

"Oh, I don't know how much food you'll get, but it should be better than it is now"

I heard good things about this.

I don't know much about the military, but I do know that meals matter.

If we interrupt the supply, the soldiers must be starving and unable to fight.

Nevertheless...

"I heard the story, but it's terrible."

Otherwise, he said he was caged in the capital.

John carried the spoon to his mouth with a bitter smile.

The hard bread is sprinkled with soup and drizzled.

"This is all I can eat when the survival of the country hangs. It looks really bad."

"- Huh!"

John told him to throw up and Johnny looked around in a hurry.

The criticism of the upper echelons is lame when we are at war.

That's what I thought, but the soldiers around me are flat.

There were even those who were laughing bitterly.

"Don't panic so much. You must be the one who stings up there with one or two complaints."

"Why the suss?

"If you're gonna complain and skip, it's a problem, but if you're serious about your job, shut up."

"Implicit Copy, huh?

"I don't like chicken demons. I just imagined we'd be isolated on a battlefield that we all had to work together to survive. And..."

Unexpectedly, John walked out on himself and Johnny became frightened.

"I'm just talking about here..."

"What su?

"I need to talk to someone in command who has access to Empress Tilia."

"Is that true?

Johnny asked unexpectedly.

The Empress Tilia is based.

And yet, how do you keep in touch with enemy commanders?

What if there are other spies besides myself?

It's not an impossible story.

We've been preparing ourselves - even the Southern Frontier Army - to fight.

That's what Chrono would do.

"Oh, apparently the captive kept the letter"

"How can that lead to not being ticklish?

"You don't know who to trust, but you don't have anyone to tick at. It's ridiculous how chicks get killed."

John just keeps saying what he's talking about.

I feel like it if you ask me.

"And you're an informer."

"That's..."

The explosion sounded, and John looked up.

"... I don't want to be like them."

"Mercenaries."

"Don't do what you can. You'll die."

John sighed small.

"You can do whatever you can, too. Especially when it comes to gathering information."

"Oh, so you're suss"

I finally felt like I understood why John was saying, 'That's different.'

I guess he appreciated that Johnny was collecting information.

Then I can also see why they invited me to dinner.

"You mean it helps us gather information?

It means we're going to exchange information.

"If that's the case, it's OK."

"... right"

John exhaled in a ho.

I thought of something.

"... could it be"

"That's the thing. They're here to gather information."

John laughed niggardly.

"... so it looks like it's time for supplies from the Empire, sss"

"I see."

Hearing Johnny's report, Tilia put her arms together.

Eyes on Myra standing beside her.

"I was wondering for sure. We also have information from Teito to back up Johnny's story."

"Then it's a decision. Supply troops will be dispatched from Imperial City soon."

But Tilia sees the other side.

Three people stand across the table: Kane, Gaul and Robert.

Kane commands a cavalry, Gaul a death squad, and Robert a southern border army.

Here's your chance.

Don't attack here, when will you attack?

But Tilia and the others are troops to attack the Imperial City.

I don't want to be moved too flashy to be distracted from existence.

Shouldn't we be cautious?

Troubled, Myra raised her hand.

"What?"

"I know how your wife feels, but I was wondering if we should attack here"

"Why?

"The main force of the Imperial Army is prostitutes. If the Southern Frontier forces attack the supply units, the Imperial Army will be exhausted and we can expect to ease the pressure."

"It's like if the wind blows, the bucket store will make money."

"... Johnny"

"Wow, I know, sss. Keep your mouth shut, sss."

When Myra spoke in a gentle tone, Johnny held her mouth with both hands.

I'm scratching my sweat.

Probably cardiogenic.

"If we can get them to use trump cards early on, we can fight with relative leeway."

"I see."

"... and"

Myra opened her mouth again some time after Tyria nodded.

"Virginity should be thrown away early"

"A virgin."

"Of course, virginity means first murder."

"I know!

Tilia roughed up her voice and coughed up golly.

Refresh your mind and turn your gaze to Kane, Gaul, and Robert.

"What do you think?

"I don't think my place is a problem. We've got veterans, we've got real experience."

"We're already ready. That said, I have a desire to be complete."

Kane answers, Gaul continues.

Ho, and Myra leaked her voice.

Then Gaul glanced at Myra.

"What?"

"For a long time, I thought I was more reliable."

"You can't just think about yourself."

Gaul just laughed lightly, though it sounded like he was going to laugh.

"How about you, Robert?

"I'd love to see how your communication magic items are doing."

"... I see"

Tilia nodded slightly between them.

"All right, we'll raid the Imperial Army supply units. However, Kane and Gaul's troops will dominate"

"Wait."

"What?"

Tilia turned her gaze to Kane.

There's only a hundred of us in Gaul and me.

"I know. So you don't have to go deep."

"I have another problem"

"I know that too. You're stuck."

Oh, and Kane nodded.

If you try to do some damage, you'll need to stop the supply unit.

But I can't say it's smart to separate a unit with only more than a hundred men.

If they were blocked further back and forth in the street, the enemy would resist in a madness of death.

"Sprinkle the streets with stones"

"A stone?

"Oh, you're right"

Kane groaned at the parrot and Tilia nodded.

"If you put it that way, you said that Master Krono had stopped you with stones during his parental exhortation."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Honestly, I wanted you to keep your mouth shut about stealing the operation of the Holy Argo Kingdom.

But I'm sure I have a proven track record.

That's when Robert opened his mouth.

"Using Kamikaze?

"You don't have to."

Tilia responded with a bitter smile.

Robert is a divine magician of the Mother God, who makes it loess and conducts abundance.

With his help, you can easily sprinkle stones.

But it would be laziness to waste any effort here.

Besides, Robert has other work to do.

"If you sprinkle stones on the streets, you can blunt the speed of the supply team. Block your sight further with smoke to avoid giving this information"

……

Kane put his arms together as he thought.

After a while...

"That's not bad. But..."

"Smoke doesn't make sense if you block your sight, if the fight is prolonged."

"In the first place, it is to starve enemy troops and reduce their power to battle that raids the supply squads. It's tough to rob a hundred people while they're fighting."

"Now let's have a magic item..."

Swallow the word you can use.

There are magic items, but they should be kept warm for when attacking the Imperial City.

Is there anything to replace it?

When I thought about it, there was something flashing.

"How about using Elf's medicine?

"Elf pills."

Kane groaned at the parrot and turned her gaze to Myra.

Elf medicine - its identity is a liquid called alcohol extracted from alcohol.

"Then I'll be ready."

"That's good."

"It can be used to treat, fight, and drink."

It's three birds a stone, Myra muttered small.

"Is there a problem?

"No problem. If you have to, you can make it."

"Can you make it?

"Yeah, we have a distiller to see if this could happen."

"It's a good thing you're ready."

"It's going to be a little pocket money,"

Myra said all the time.

I was wondering if it was hers or Baron Crawford territory, but you should keep quiet.

Also, if she asks me to use Tilia's name, I can't stand it.

"Using elf drugs means robbing supplies."

"It doesn't matter."

"Even so, you're a former peasant. It's resistant to make food crude."

"I don't even know if I can take it. I can't make my men's lives crude."

"Okay."

Kane shrugged her shoulders with great skill.

"Anyway, now we have some ingredients. All we have to do is boil it down."

Tilia turned her gaze to Johnny.

"... Johnny"

"What su?

"Thank you for your hard work. You keep going back to your mission."

Roger that, Les.

Johnny turned back on his heels as he raised his voice.

The next day - Imperial Army replenishments line up and take the streets.

Gaul hides in the shadows of the grass and looks at the condition.

The distance is close.

Eyes and nose.

He bathes in mud and camouflages with grass, but it's not strange to be noticed.

No, it would be more likely to be noticed.

If that happens, it's over.

We are widows.

There are no fifty of them, and they are divided into four more teams.

There are four hundred enemies.

Swallow, killed without being able to do anything.

Waste of time.

I volunteered for the death squad.

I am ready to die.

But he also wants to go home alive and under his family.

Death is horrible.

More than that, I'm terrified of futile death.

Do nothing and die leaving nothing behind.

Is there something so horrible?

I wouldn't have had this kind of emotion when I was jumping to be recognized by my father.

Please, go quickly, Gaul looks at the supply squad in a prayerful mood.

Supply Squad stops moving.

Did they notice?

Gaul put his strength into his hand holding the spear pattern.

I can take the lead now.

That way we can at least kill our enemies.

I can have a meaningful death.

That was a sweet temptation.

At that time, the sound of cassava sounded.

Looking next door, my men were looking at this one.

It's a ready eye.

Probably have the same eyes myself.

But the moment he looked into his eyes, Gaul was regaining his calm.

I'm an idiot, Gaul bites his lips off.

Is this a fight for yourself?

No, this is not a fight for me.

It's a fight for the family.

I joined the rebels for my own family.

Yes, for the family.

They decided to fight even if it meant trampling other families.

Gaul shook his head left and right.

Am I stunned?

My men opened their eyes wide and nodded quietly.

Gaul looks forward.

The enemy supply team remains motionless.

So I finally realized that the lead had reached the area where the stones were scattered.

Breathe loose.

At that time...

"This way, Kane. Launch an attack '

A voice echoed from a communication magic item attached to the cage.

'This one shoots an arrow in moderation and I cut it up. I'll get in touch with you then.'

"I know. I'm not going to go deep either."

"Don't die, okay?

Neither do you.

Gaul waits quietly for that time.

The mood was significantly easier than earlier.

But the tension hasn't faded.

The passage of time feels slow.

The smell of accidental burning irritated the nasal cavity.

Looking behind enemy supply teams, the smoke was rising.

"It's Kane. He's attacking. '

"Confirmed"

Shortly after Gaul answered, the horse was gone.

After a while, more than ten horsemen passed in front of them.

Bring communication magic items closer to your mouth.

"This is Gaul. Enemy ridden more than ten rides, headed backwards"

Copy that.

"Two, three, four, burn the smoke."

"" "Roger that!

Voices echoed from communications magic items, and firehands rose in the grass along the streets.

The flames are instantly bigger and the vision is dyed white.

"All right! Get up!

When Gaul stood up, his men stood up in unison.

"Prepare your elves for pills!

Stand and give orders to shelter your men.

My men were in a panic and plugged cloth into a pot containing elf medicine.

That's when.

Breaking through the smoke, the enemy is coming this way.

A soldier with a spear.

Looks like they noticed the place because of the shouting.

"You guys keep working!

Gaul jumped out and shook up his spear.

The enemy soldier moves dull.

Do you know her face?

No, that can't be right.

No, no, assuming we know each other. What do you mean?

Are you going to warm up your old relationship?

Sounds stupid.

That's not the situation right now.

We have to kill him.

That's the way I chose it.

"Whoa!

Gaul raised his roar and waved down his spear.

Enemy soldiers look up into the sky.

But that's all.

In the next moment, a spear was punching enemy soldiers in the face.

The spear penetrates halfway across his face.

It doesn't feel right.

The enemy soldiers had stopped moving in a position that kept them looking up at the sky.

One second went by, two seconds went by, and the enemy soldiers were swallowed.

Captain!

"Throw it!

My men throw the kettle at enemy supply teams.

The sound of Gashan sounds, and the smoke that was white stains the light color.

"Grrr!

"Fire!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

Voices echo from across the smoke.

"Keep going!

"Ha!

When Gaul shouted, his men raised their voices and continued to throw bottles.

Each time the flame dyed the smoke, screaming and yelling.