Legend

It is also the stronghold of the rebels, from Count Obrisin territory to the imperial side. Until a few months ago, it would have been a place where blue grass would have grown, but now that it is autumn, there is already only its remnants. Crusaders and rebels were across the street in such a place.

Two thousand rebels against three thousand crusaders.

The Crusaders are a thousand more on the military side, and based on that, no matter what you think, the Crusaders' victory was unmistakable.

In fact, even the Crusaders think they are more militarily overwhelming advantages. There is no tension at all, and even something like an aversion to war is spreading.

In contrast, the rebels seem somewhat surprised by the number of opponents, but there is no such thing as a person fleeing in front of the enemy.

"You win."

It was the nobility of the Crusaders who murmured so, and at the same time the rebel Theorem.

It was a word as if we were convinced of each other's victory, but if we had known it, we would have turned our mockery to each other together.

If we try to be a crusader, it is because we have nearly a thousand troops of our own, and if we try to be a rebel, it is because we knew that the crusader was a gathering of incompetent aristocrats.

A small number of each out of the opposing armies leads forward.

To encourage the opponent to surrender, but if this seems to surrender, it has not been fought in this way since the beginning.

It was almost a shape-shaped exchange.

However... in this case, the conversation is somewhat different. Coming out of the crusader's side was the one who won this mandate in the exchange between the nobles, and this is as usual.

The difference is that it was Vihera who came out of the rebel side.

I naturally know what Vihera is more than a nobleman.

Apparently, the cavalry that followed him as an escort to that nobility did not know about Vihera, and he unwittingly opened his eyes to the sight that was too uncomfortable for him to be on the battlefield, wearing thin clothes like dancers and whores.

The only thing that seems to be on the battlefield would be the armor and toenails. Although it is a very uncomfortable sight just to wear thin clothes.

Still only being entrusted with the escort of the nobility, the cavalry, who was wary of any strange imitation by Vihela, would open its eyes wide under its helmet to the words spoken by its own lord, the nobility.

"Long time no see, Your Highness. I'm very sorry to see you in such a place."

Obviously it was a word that looked like you knew yourself, but I didn't know the name of the nobility in front of me if I tried it for Raw Hate and Vihera.

Despite being royal, Vihela was originally of little interest to the nobility. If this were for any reason a well-known or conspicuous nobleman, he might also have remembered his name, but the nobility in front of him is not such a person either.

Most of them are crusaders who have gathered those who are said to be incompetent. Naturally, there are many of its members who seem to exist in a dozen intertwined ways, and even if they are thus confronted with words, there is nothing to think of.

That is why I open my mouth without moving any particular expression into the words of the nobility.

"Right. It would be a shame to try you."

"... Too bad for us? Excuse me, but does His Highness Vihella properly understand this situation? This is three thousand, as opposed to two thousand. I don't care what you think. There's no chance there?

He was a nobleman with an expression like I don't know what he said for a moment, but I guess he finally understood what was behind Vihera's words. Return words reflexively.

But only a glossy smile came back to that word.

"Really? Well, if you think so, it must mean we recognize each other differently. The results will tell us which one was wrong."

"... do you really think you can beat us with this difference in power? I don't know, I wouldn't do anything wrong if you surrendered to me in a big way. If you are also a prisoner of defeat, that will be treated badly. Besides, I don't know what to say, but His Highness Vihella is a very attractive man. What would happen if such a person became a prisoner?... you know that much, don't you?

If it was meant to be, this man doesn't have the personality to say this far towards Vihera. However, now that we have a thousand or so of our own troops, we were able to get out to Vieira under pressure because we had a strong feeling that if we fought, we would definitely win.

If this had been said sincerely and cordially, I would have reviewed them somewhat, even for Vihera.

But even if he was told so with a cloudy gaze at his beast... and above all with an eye that licked his own body, Vihera did not have the weakness of a temper that would make him speak loudly.

There is not even a piece of warmth in the gaze that already gazes at the nobility, a gaze that looks at the stones and weeds falling around it.

"I'm sorry, but there's only one person I can take care of. And he's not as vulnerable as you are to civilian opponents around here. If you want to get me, you have to beat that weak spirit, sexual roots and body again."

That's all I tell you, I turn around to leave the spot without waiting for the other person to say anything.

The man who was thrown the word screams at the rear of Vihella as he dyes his face red with anger.

"Fine. Now I'll tell you exactly which one is the weak one!

As an aristocratic man, it was the utmost word. But if you look from the side at a man screaming bright red in the face and a vihella who walks away slowly, it just looks like a loser howl no matter what you think.

As far as tongue battles before cutting the end of the war are concerned, I would say a complete victory on the part of the rebels.

Count Scola, who had seen how it was from a place away, seemed to have already had a battle at this point.

In fact, as far as the surroundings are concerned, there is no desperate color in the faces of the other nobles.

Not how you win, but how you get a bigger share after you win.

Or some who have been blinded by the fascinating limbs and beauty of Vihela think about how to make the captured Vihela their own.

(In this situation, I don't know what to do...)

Count Scola, sighing, had once again cemented his will that this battle should be a top priority to survive rather than win.

Already in the Earl of Scola, our defeat in this battle is the established route. I'd like to escape without a fight if I could, but I can't even imitate such a thing more than having a cavalry of Superior Guards.

Anyway, he manages to cut through this battle, then pulls him into the territory for a reason even if he suffers from a disease, and gives his brother the seat of the head of the Count Scola family. As I let myself have a leisurely and comfortable day, thinking in a half-reality evasion mood, the nobles who eventually finished the tongue battle return to the position and move out with both the Crusaders and the rebels.

"Let's go, you bastards!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The first to cut off the tantrum was probably the most belligerent of these, Gurgast.

Lead your own men and run into the Crusaders without giving them the spear.

Tiyur-led archers unleashed arrows to cover that gulgast, some of them unleashing magic.

"Then, stupid!? He says he's coming in from himself even though he doesn't have a lot of them!? You don't even understand military common sense, rebel guys! If it were normal, it would be a occasion to consolidate protection at first!

Crusader nobles scream unexpectedly.

Our troops are at the forefront of the crusades. If they were, they would attack where their enemies have consolidated their defenses. I was going to do that, but I guess I never thought you'd be launching an attack from the other side.

If the nobility entrusted with the vanguard had been able to respond ad hoc, he would have given a quick interception instruction here. If that had been the case, it might have been pushed at first, but the situation would have gradually worked in the Crusaders' favor.

But this aristocrat gets stuck with Gurgasto's actions, and immediately after he is stunned, he curses his mouth at someone who doesn't move the way he wants.

That would be a fatal failure...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

He begins to intercept himself because the soldiers have no orders to do so, and that calls for confusion around him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With that scream, it's Gurgasto coming in waving the Battleax in his hands.

It is common, if normal, for nobles to take command behind their backs, but such common sense does not apply to Gurgasts and their forces, which can be called combat fanatics.

Each selflessly launches an attack on the enemy in front of him.

I guess this would have been different if the troops were less skilled, but unfortunately the troops led by Gurgast were all strong enough to say they were elite.

Due to the weapons wielded by Gurgasto and the soldiers, respectively, the noble forces entrusted with one vanguard after another will increase the damage.

Furthermore, it would not be a hoarding, as the arrows released from Tiyur's troops would pour down as such a backup against Gurgasto's troops.

"Yeah, it's impudent. Let's go, keep going!

So screamed the nobility, who was waiting diagonally behind the nobility entrusted with the vanguard.

Troops that were supposed to have the role of unleashing a deadly blow from the side where the vanguard troops nailed their enemies to the side of the defense.

Troops with a strong emphasis on highly mobile cavalry were therefore entrusted with that role, but there is no way to proceed as was already the case in the original operation, more than has been greatly distorted from the first step.

The aristocrats who so decided tried to move to strike a blow from the side to the troops of Gurgasto, who were on the verge of attacking the vanguard forces, but Tiyur, who saw it, dropped an arrow in the direction of progress as if to control the advance of the cavalry.

To where the movement stopped for a moment after seeing it......

"Ha-ha-ha!

When was it ever close, a shadow appeared for a moment in the gaze of a nobleman leading a cavalry with such a voice, and in the next moment consciousness fell into darkness.

"... it must be something like this"

Whimpering, wiggling the nail growing from his armor, the blood splash of the man who has just been slashed and torn apart splashes to the ground.

At the same time, a large amount of blood erupts from the neck of the man who was slashed and torn apart, and a blood splash flies to the cavalry that was around him.

Even though he was appalled by the sight of the person in front of him suddenly having his neck amputated, he turned back to me to Vihella's whining and set up the spear or sword he had in his hand...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

To such a voice I hear, the movement stops again.

When some of the cavalry turned their gaze toward those who had spoken, there were about twenty cavalry men each sticking their weapons in their hands.

Vihera's actions drew the attention of the enemy, so that he could not miss the gap and penetrate it with his cavalry.

It wasn't strange to notice with the foot sound of a horse if it was meant to be, but I guess it was delayed in noticing due to the combat noise being carried out by the troops led by Gurgasto and the vanguard of the Crusaders.

When? It was a crusader cavalry I thought it was like that, but I make the decision that I should respond to this action anyway.

I wasn't wrong that far, but that was the problem from there.

Some try to intercept, while others try to distance themselves once.

Because the commander died first, the cavalry's actions were not unified.

For this reason, the cavalry would decide the next course of action individually, and at that moment the cavalry changed its appearance to a cavalry of individuals, not cavalry.

The cavalry led by Vihela rushes towards such an opponent to rendezvous with his own commander.

If we could work together, we would have managed to deal with it. But the nobility, who was originally inferior in skill and under the command of the troops, is already dead, and each of the cavalry must act at his own discretion… Furthermore, the cavalry on the rebel side strikes with so much intensity that it can be said that it remains the momentum that has run so far.

It is true that even the rebel cavalry is desperate because Vihela, who leads them, is isolated among its enemies.

I want to rendezvous as soon as possible at all costs.

Because everyone has such thoughts in their hearts.

Furthermore, there were still disadvantageous elements for the cavalry on the side of the Crusaders.

"Damn, we can just do it unilaterally over there as it is! Once we get our distance, we'll reconstitute the formation and give command to the other nobles... Hey?

One of the cavalry voices that to a colleague who was nearby, but this fierce battle… more precisely to a colleague who is unilaterally hit, but does not make it slight.

At that moment, as if that were a signal, the man collapses from the horse on which he was riding out of balance without saying anything to the ground.

The voiced cavalry has no idea what happened and turns its gaze around...... discover the figure there.

Yes, the first Vihera to break into the cavalry.

He's a being who should never have taken his eyes off if he was meant to be, but he must have been blinded by the cavalry he had penetrated and erased from consciousness.

The moment he saw it, the man reflexively grabbed the spear he had in his hand… the next moment he was devoured of an immersed palm from above the leather armor, destroying his gut and collapsing to the ground.