Legend

A tornado of flames so much that I think the crusader's position will be burned to the ground.

The face of Ray's direct guerrilla force, who first saw it, makes us proud that it is their captain's power.

But at the same time, anxiety arises as to whether it is okay for people to have all that power on their own.

Those were the soldiers, but if you look at the soldiers of the Crusaders coming out of the entrance and exit of the fence trying to escape the fire whirlwind raging inside the position, you remind them of their role.

Take the black-dyed arrow from the arrow barrel into the darkness of night and turn to the bow. Thus, he releases an arrow towards the soldier who came out of the entrance and exit.

Originally, it has its color, and the arrows are inconspicuous. That's the kind of aim that dyed the arrows black, but the fire whirlwind that was raging in the crusader's position was too bright.

Not to mention that the flames are spreading to objects such as tents and carriages, not just fire whirlwinds, and although their brightness does not go as far as midday...... they are still very much something that cannot be called night.

In such a situation, the face of the guerrilla forces releases arrows toward those who have escaped scattered to their respective entrances and exits as directed beforehand.

If it were normal, it would be difficult to say that more than 6,000 people - many of whom have already died in a fire whirlwind - would be trying to escape without letting all of them get away with it.

But the elements of this guerrilla force are a unit that was formed by gathering elites. Naturally, there are more than first-rate bow skills, and the next arrow will take the lives of those who escape outside the position and are relieved.

Purely by the arms of the bow, those below Ray are the ones who do not exist on this occasion. Its results are very high.

... but Ray himself rarely uses a bow.

Because if you're going to use a bow, it's Ray that throwing a Ning Ro spear is faster.

Dozens or hundreds of disconnected demons can be heard as they release their arrows in a position quite far from the position.

That things go on in that situation, about thirty minutes.

There are already fewer and fewer people coming out of the entrance and exit, and it will be time for the end of the night raid. When everyone was starting to think that way...

Suddenly the protective fence blows hard.

The protective fence, blown with the roar, is blown into the air with the power to see it blown in one shot from piercing the ground and falling to the ground.

"Hey, what!?

A guerrilla soldier, who was in charge of the entrance and exit that was near where the protective fence blew up, screams as he thinks.

"Calm down! This was originally foreseen. I knew in advance that it would be possible to destroy the fence if it took a few people! Anyway, now make it your top priority not to let your enemies get away with it, and pay attention to those who come out of that breakthrough! Fortunately, the number of enemies coming out of other entrances and exits is decreasing. Send out an order requesting reinforcements!

One of the soldiers, desperately unleashing an arrow with a bow, opens his mouth reflexively to Palenix's order.

"Even though we're small!? If I run a transmission in this situation, there's the very hold here!

Yes, that's true.

An elite, aligned guerrilla force, but thirty men, no matter how elite they are... and only thirty-one if you put in Palenix, who is also a substantial commander.

Differences in numbers exist without any help.

"I don't mind. As it is, they will let the people out of there escape. I'll take care of it until reinforcements arrive.... right, you go"

At the end of Palenix's gaze is the soldier who just rebutted.

There is no particular reason why I chose that person. If I were to make you strong, I would do everything in my power to overturn that disadvantage because I have made progress against myself with an understanding of the current disadvantage.

"Get out of the way!

"Just go! If you hesitate that way, the more you hesitate, the more disadvantageous this one will be!

Even on the other side of the destroyed protective fence, you naturally understand that such a conspicuous imitation can target us. You're looking at the condition, and there's no way you're coming out of the detour.

The number of soldiers coming out of the entrance and exit, even while doing so, although it is dwindling, must never be there.

"Go!

To the cries of Palenix, the soldier runs away as if he had decided to.

"Well... reinforcements will come later, or we will be broken through."

"... what happened to Captain Ray? Of course, given all the magic you've used, there's probably no room for it."

To the words of another soldier who releases an arrow toward the entrance and exit, Palenix waves his neck sideways as he releases an arrow for restraint toward the destroyed fence.

"Captain Ray is moving a lot in the direction of the position. If we keep this up, supplies inside the position will be sprayed. Only Captain Ray can retrieve it before it burns down."

"... I think there will probably be more important people or more powerful forces out there than breaking that protective fence... can't you come over here?

To the soldier's anxious words, Palenix shook his neck to the side.

"No, unfortunately I have the means to contact the captain..."

That's all I told you, then. I saw several soldiers jump out of the protective fence that was destroyed by one.

"You're here!

Pale nix screaming sharply and releasing arrows.

The arrow pierces the forehead of the first soldier to come out and immediately takes the soldier's life.

But the soldiers, coming out of one destruction after another, were gradually exceeding the limits of the arrows unleashed by Palenix.

"... I see, this is what happens after all"

Soble whines, but few hear it because the soldiers are full of anger and bluffing around them.

Only Captain Schulss's direct cavalry was listening to that story to Bratta.

When it comes to what Soble did, the story is simple. I just simply screamed that I could get out of here and out of the position.

Some would have doubted its convenience if it were normal.

But not now. Behind our backs, we move as we please the tornado of flames that will give us absolute death no matter how we scratch our feet if we get caught.

We live now only because we were lucky not to get caught up in that move.

And no one knows how long that luck will last.

That's why there are so many soldiers at the entrance and exit, even knights and nobles, who are fighting each other to help themselves.

In the meantime, what sounded inside the position was a cry that the protective fence was destroyed and that we could get out of there.

I did that, naturally, Bratta.

I guess that power, which would have destroyed a protective fence that would have been installed by a few soldiers in just one blow, is certainly just what some 1st prince factions would call one of the highest forces of war.

"... so what are we going to do now?

Bratta asks sobbly in a grumpy manner.

Try Bratta, everyone is more like half of us than most of us in this crusade are 1st prince factions.

What is that crude personality? Try to make it a good looking after bratta on the back, it's hard to see its body go out of the next destroyed area of the protective fence.

More precisely, I guess you're right that you don't want to hear the screams you hear when you go out of position.

Still, I follow Soble's words heavily, simply because I couldn't think of any other way.

Maybe it would have been different if I had had more time to talk about it, because I myself understood best that I wasn't smart enough to think of it when I was told to come up with it now, and I couldn't think of any way to open it up in fact.

With Bratta's gaze pointed at her, Soble points her gaze from where a group of soldiers are leaving to another protective fence.

"The consciousness of the opponent, who would now be surrounding this position, is focused on those who are leaving the place that Bratta broke. Happy or unhappy, given the frequency of screaming you hear, the number of soldiers deploying in this neighborhood is not likely to be that high, but if you know that soldiers are trying to get out of there, you will naturally send out reinforcements. Then more and more rebel consciousness concentrates beyond."

Bratta and the captain of the cavalry listen to the words very carefully.

In fact, even now that I'm doing this, the soldiers are still popping up uninterrupted from a broken protective fence, but every time I go outside, I hear screams.

But still... the soldiers will not stop moving outside in an attempt to choose who is likely to survive at all.

"In other words, this movement is becoming a kind of positive movement. And use it to the fullest beyond being positive."

If I got there, I could understand what Soble was trying to say to Bratta.

... I had to understand.

"Are you saying you're going to kill them?

"That's right. We'd better get out of this position a little further away from there... if we can, on the imperial side. And if we destroy the new protective fence, this time we run all the way through without calling the others. If the rebel attack is delayed by instant agitation, it will be an excellent opportunity for us."

Bratta asks what confirmation means in the words of Soble, which is only natural.

"Really...... is that really the only way?

"Oh. This is the surest way I can come up with right now to convey to His Highness the information that Deep Red has given to the rebels."

"... ok. If Soble says so, I guess that's all he's got."

Surprised by the words that came out of Bratta's mouth was the captain of the cavalry who was joining the crusade because of Schulss's life.

As Schulz's men, naturally their opposing horses… on the contrary, they are more than quite informed about Kabazid's men, who are also their biggest rivals at the moment.

In it, it was understood that Bratta had a companion personality.

But the captain of the horseback squad doesn't put that amazement on his face.

Sooner or later... those who will surely be fighting each other in the future. I want a little bit of information over there, and I'm sure you don't want to give me any of this information.

With such triplets' thoughts, a group of Brattas cares about the direction of the fire whirlwind, yet travel through the position on a spare horse borrowed from the cavalry.

Those who are already in the position… there are few who are alive while in the position to be precise.

Will they be burned up by a fire whirlwind that moves around as they please, or will they be killed by allies killing each other trying to get out of position, or will they go out of position and be shot with bows and arrows?

Of course some of them will survive. He said he dived under the other bodies and pretended to be dead, or that he was relying on luck to survive in the position.

Bratta and the others pushed through a position where there was little sign of the living...

Right here.

Stop walking in the closest proximity of the position to the Imperial Capital.

The protective fence in front of me probably came with a stain of blood in the midst of what happened tonight, which makes those who saw it anxious.

But I don't have time to hesitate here right now. Bratta, who so decides, looks behind her back again.

Soble riding a horse just like himself. And about twenty of Schulz's men's cavalry.

We have to get out of this hell in less than thirty total.

(No, given that flaming tornado, you should often consider this much left)

It's the worst day of my life to make it. Open your mouth while you think that way.

"Look, I'm going to break the protective fence there. Then we'll all get out of there at once. There will probably be a chase soon, but so no matter who dies, never look back. Return even to the Imperial Capital, destroy the Crusaders… and inform His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schuls that Deep Red is working with the rebels."

Whoever of us survives, we'll let them know.

When he exchanges words like that with a half-interpreted understanding, Bratta waves the long sword he had loudly.

It was a blow that only seemed to have waved lightly, but the blow reached the fence even from the horse and succeeded in destroying it further.

At that moment...

"Let's go!

With Bratta's cry, those who were on the spot burst into the destroyed fence at once.

Go outside the position, but there's no sign of an attack from the perimeter.

I can go.

The thoughts of everyone who was there came together, at that time...

Huh, I hear the sound of slashing and tearing the air, and the next moment I hear the pain coming from behind Bratta and the sound of something falling.

Naturally, I was prepared to see what that meant.

Even for Bratta, the danger was an escape in knowledge from the beginning, so he does not lose consciousness of those who have fallen behind him, but runs straight to the Empire City without even saying anything.... if it were meant to be.

Yes, if it was meant to be.

The position where the fallen horse was. That would have been the case if it had been from the Schulss cavalry, not Soble, who was there.

But it wasn't. That's where the horse went down was Soble. He's my partner.

Therefore, it must have been natural to turn around aggressively.

And Bratta, who looked behind her back, only glances at Soble rolling down the ground for a moment.

That gaze, where the strong will resides, tells you to do your part, whatever you want. That's what I seemed to be saying.

"Huh!? Damn!"

Bratta, who receives that gaze, runs straight down the night lane screaming to throw it away.

Towards the Imperial Capital... while understanding that Soble's life probably has to give up.

"Deep red!

Screaming out the name of the person who would have created this situation.