Legend

The look on Vihera's face comes to a slight surprise when she sees the rear of the Crusaders waiting neatly in line to intercept herself.

Because it seemed very unlikely that Ray or Seto had ravaged me until a while ago.

It even seemed full of willingness that we could never get through here, waiting for ourselves in a solid formation. But...

"Apparently only some of them are well equipped this way"

Tiyur, who was behind the diagonal of Vihela, groans and turns his gaze to the rear of the army, where Vihela is also blocked in front of them so as to ascertain the authenticity of the word.

Sure, they don't have a solid formation there yet, so I could see some confusion.

I guess I felt the same thing as Vihera. Gurgasto laughs with his nose with the Battleax in his hands.

"Originally a rear line is a unit that provides backpacking and front-line support. Naturally it is common for that strength to fall compared to troops that supported the front line. … there are some examples of troops holding back in the rear line to deal a deadly blow to the enemy when they have to be trump cards… this won't be the case"

Because of the battle frenzy, I guess I have a sharp sense of smell about battle. Vihera laughs and tells Gurgasto that she doesn't seem to be stuck from the bottom of her heart.

"It's a shame we can't fight the mighty enemies... but this battle has been going on for quite some time now. So we've been pushed this far, so I guess the Crusaders don't have any more bills."

Vihera doesn't speak for herself because of Gurgasto's character, but Noise, already the crusader's greatest force, repelled and Digma, who was also the next point's force, also took prisoner.

Of course there will be a lot of other forces, but there is no doubt that they are being put on each front on this wide battlefield, and Seto is on the right wing, and Ray is on the left wing, so it will be harder for them to rush here.

(In the case of Gurgasto, if Noise were on this battlefield, he'd be jerking off.)

If you seek battle but therefore also become a rank s adventurer for Gurgaste, you can say that you are truly covetous.

If Ray had repelled such noise, it seemed to Vihera that he would definitely mess with it without having to put it on his expression.

With a strong face, but a teasing glugust.

It would be a bit of an incredible sight for someone who knows Gurgasto, but if you become close to him like Vihela and Tiyur, you will understand Gurgasto like that.

... but I rarely put that on my face, so it's harder to notice it.

"Well... if we go through this later, it will definitely be our victory. You ready? When you get here, don't die doing bad imitations, okay? If I imitate you like that, I'll make you laugh after the war."

Everyone who hears that voice laughs at the words of Vihera, who told her jokingly.

In pure numbers, it probably represents the strength of this army's will that we can still laugh here just because we know we are more disadvantaged.

They said they would never lose in a place like this.

The rear ranks of the Crusaders who intercept it are also desperately motivated because they understand that if they are pulled out, they will be able to reach the main force at once.

But still, the rear squad is basically a force to cover the avant-garde.

I really have to be inferior in the sense of direct combat...

"We're more numerous! Fighting is more about winning! Never lose here! We are the last shield to protect His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schulz! Plus, if you can carry it here, reinforcements will be coming from both wings soon! I'm not telling you to win anything. All we have to do is just put up with it and buy time!

One of the nobles who leads the rear line screams to boost the soldier's will to fight.

But some percent of the soldiers don't seem to morale themselves without trusting such aristocratic words at all.

Naturally. We were hurt not long ago by the fact that we outweighed quantity by quality.

Especially those who see first-hand their fellow blown by Ray, are blown by Ray, wearing the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, breaking his hands and legs, confirming that there are also tragic burn marks on his body.

I would say that it was an irresistible event for those who saw one truth in its eyes more than a hundred false words.

Still, nobility screams here.

Even if our words aren't convincing, there's no reason for us to leave here now... let alone be broken through.

(Damn, at least if all the armies in the rear line are in a combatable state, we can do something about it...)

Abominably a nobleman who throws up in his chest.

Ray broke through the rear line as he liked, and was furthermore badly damaged by what Griffon deserved to call a ravage from above.

(Mostly, Griffon throws up firebraces? Use water, ice, wind magic? What kind of griffon is that?

The damage itself was enormous, but above all it confused the soldiers in the rear line because they used a large number of skills that Griffon should not have used.

As a result, rumors spread that it is a griffon of rare species, and rare species are treated as monsters of one rank above normal.

In other words, the story spread that that griffon was a rank s monster, and we were to applaud the confusion.

Given that, I guess this nobleman, who bent over and regrouped himself as a force, had the corresponding power.

Even if it was a unit close to Haribote,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Troops led by the Crusaders Rear and Vihela. Opening that end of the battle was Gurgasto, who naturally set up a Battleax on both hands and went into the enemy with a roar.

"Hih, hih!

Even though on the face of the strong, Gurgasto, barking and pushing with his will to even this, was optimal in the sense of breaking the wars of the soldiers of the Crusaders.

Several soldiers leak frightened voices at that figure, which can only be described as vicious.

The noble commander sees it and understands that we have no choice but to remain overwhelmed.

In the first stage, we haven't even exchanged the blades yet, but we're already on the run.

And weakness is instantly contagious.

(To prevent that... damn!

Disintegration of the front, due to the contagion of weakness.

There was only one thing I could think of that noble commander could do to prevent that worst future.

"Don't retreat! Get out of here and we'll lose! If you don't want to be a loser, carry it here! Reinforcements will be here soon!

"Ugh! Then you do something!

The words, which the average soldier cried out, are not very, but are not rhetorical towards nobility.

It was an acceptable word because it was a battlefield, but noble commanders did not blame it either...... Ning Ro, shouting that they were waiting.

"Be good! Then I'll leave myself! And I'll try to defeat Count Obrisin!

He kicks lightly at the side of the horse he was riding with when he screams, and the horse runs out at once on that signal.

Yes, the measure that the noble commander came up with lets him go forward and fight Gurgasto, even if he can't win, against each other.

The method of raising the morale of soldiers by doing so.

I understand that I am the strongest on this occasion, but it was a late act, but that is only a story compared to the soldiers around me.

Nobles, high-ranking adventurers, and mercenaries of war who have received specialized combat education… it would be a good place to go inside and under.

Still, we had no choice but to do this in order to prevent the soldiers from falling apart and raise their morale.

"Ahhh!

A knight who sets up a spear with his hand and runs his horse straight towards Gurgasto, roaring himself up.

You can never win a decent fight more than you are losing in skill.

That's why I'll let you decide in the first blow with the help of a horse.

With that in mind, the aristocrats run their horses straight...

"Hmm."

Gurgasto smiles small when he sees a nobleman on a horse coming in a straight line toward him.

A spear in the hands of a nobleman is a piece made of a higher quality than a spear used by an ordinary soldier to see.

With such a spear, it would certainly be possible to easily pierce the metal armor you are wearing.

But...

"Whoa, whoa!

In the moment of bumping into each other with the nobility, Gurgasto waves the Battleax with a roar.

The first to be wielded was Battle Axe on the left.

That plays a loud spear protruding through his torso.

... At this time, if the spear the nobleman had were as cheap as the soldier's, the tips would have been crushed and scattered at that point.

But that spear, created in the world at the hands of a noble and famous blacksmith, did not break, did not bend, and just needed to be bounced by the blow of Gurgasto's waving Battleax.

Also, Battleax, where Gurgasto holds it in his left hand, is played just like the noble spear.

Originally, it would have been a painful division of each other as it were, once the distance had been taken and then the blades could be crossed again, or the morale of the soldiers of the Crusaders would have been increased by the bravery of the nobles who fought each other even as they joined Gurgasto.

... Yes. If it was meant to be, yes.

Sure, Gurgasto's Battleax played with the spear, but that's only the Battleax that was held in his left hand.

In other words, Battle Axe, which had been held in Gurgust's right hand since he was played the spear, is waved.

"Guh!"

The aristocrat raises his groaning voice at the burning pain felt on his torso... his upper body falls straight to the ground.

Running for about 10 m with only the lower body on the horse, its lower body also collapsed to the ground following its upper body as if it was out of balance.

"It was inside"

Only one word of it leaked out of Gurgast's mouth.

However, the way he licked his tongue out of the blood that jumped into his mouth when he cut his torso was a very, but not a decent warrior.

Mad Warrior. That's the Crusader soldier...... on the contrary, even the soldier led by Vihella saw and felt Gurgast.

And the sight of the nobility losing was even lethal to the soldiers of the Crusaders who were gathered here on this occasion.

"Ugh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Run, run, run, run!

"We're gonna die, we're gonna die if we keep this up! Back off!"

To each of them, soldiers fleeing scattered with a severe shock by the sight they have just seen.

I guess it was just a shock that our own commander didn't think he was going to be lightly killed.

Of course, it's not just those who run away.

If we're pulled out of here, there's nothing to stop us from getting to the main team, and if we run away, that's because we're going to lose in civil unrest.

"Don't run, if you run here, your Highness Kabazid and your Highness Schuls will be finished!

Some people scream that way and manage to stop it here, but even the person screaming doesn't think they can already reverse it from this situation.

But still...

(While I'm buying time here, if His Highness will evacuate from the main battalion... there must still be a winning bud. If His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schuls join forces, I'm sure!

I hope to do something about my inner cry by assuming so, even though I decide that it is difficult to do so myself or in the present situation.

Withdrawal from here is not so difficult in itself.

Between the Plains of Brissa and the Imperial Capital, the Crusaders are within the boundaries, and there should be no Merclio's side behind them.

But the Crusaders have put their power to the limit in this battle.

Originally there was supposed to be a battle at the time of the attack on the headquarters of the Merclio Army, so we used a lot of troops in that operation and prepared all the troops that we could put out because it failed.

I mean, if Kabazid and Schuls left the scene here, they don't have the fighting power they can already prepare.

(The Imperial Army and Kingsguards remain, to be precise, but they are held by His Majesty and will never be used in this battle. What if... it's like losing already, huh? But still, let me give you a bad lift!

A commander so determined intercepts the troops led by Vihella, led by low-morale soldiers... but even the soldiers who had seen the nobility who had led this unit earlier lightly killed by Gurgaste could not have fought properly... the crusaders were quickly kicked away by the battle they deserved to call a touch of armor.

"... that's my big brother."

Vihera squeaks as she breaks through the confused rear line and arrives straight in front of the Crusader Army headquarters.

In front of him, he headed to a place where his own brothers would be, leading his men and taking a step forward.