A beta-block Abnomule unit that lost its commander as a result of Eldo's sniping. The majority retreated straight to the buffer zone, but some of them got out of the line and waved the power in their hands.
Abnomule is a powerful weapon, albeit of mass production type, from the average person's point of view, and a force that cannot be resisted.
If that's all three planes, the idea of resisting a single village can't even come to mind.
The village was also about to be ravaged by three bandit and other Abnomulet aircraft.
"Is this all of us?"
"Yes..."
The village chief, at the head of the villagers, answers the voice heard from the abnomulet with a trembling voice.
"Not much."
"The war has been going on lately, and the children are going to the city to make money."
That tended to be common in villages near the border.
No matter how many fortifications there are, it has been a long time since armunales and infantry marched through it, even once every few years.
For this reason, the villagers evacuate the urban areas as earners when their children grow up to some extent.
If we could, there would be a desire to abandon the villages and move them all, but there was also attachment in the land where they were born and raised, and yet they were forbidden from abandoning the villages that we now have from the country.
This was also a measure to put villages in charge of food procurement and their role as relays around the border, as well as to prevent people from gathering too much in urban areas.
Thanks to this, few vagabonds are kept safe in urban areas, but the servitude for that matter was thus oppressing the peripheral villages.
Still, the dissatisfaction won't explode, I guess, because you have the support you deserve.
"Chip, I don't have a choice. Prepare the food. And a woman. I'll have all thirty or less."
"Oh no... then this village..."
"Well, if you want to perish, that's fine, right?
When Abnomulet slowly holds his sword, he swings it down toward a house.
The house of simple creation was easily blown away, and in an instant it was only the foundation.
Villagers blues their faces when they see it.
"Hmm, what's up?
"Okay...... sorry you guys"
That's how the village chief looks back as he trembles.
The men said something. Do so, but lay down on your face and hold your fists.
More than thirty women, somewhere hoarse, had sent a look of pity to the sacrificed women nearby.
And the sacrificed women...
"Yes, I don't! I don't like that!
"I'm marrying that guy!
"Somebody help me! Why would anyone help me?
Imagine after being taken away, the women dye their faces in the color of despair.
And some weep out on the spot, and some fall upon their fiancée, who lays down his face.
And some were seized by men in an attempt to escape.
And the hood falls off a traveler who accidentally bumps into a runaway woman.
For a moment the men were blinded by the glossy brunette ponytail that fell away and their situation was also forgotten.
"Heh, some pretty good women, huh? Teme and the others hiding it?
"Chi, no. This person is not a villager. He said he was a traveler who just dropped by by by chance."
"Traveler. Well, get her, too."
"I'm sorry, but..."
Follow the pilot's instructions and the men of the village surround the woman. There is resistance to offering the villagers, but it doesn't matter if you are someone else.
A woman who had never moved a step before moves right after the men jumped to get a woman, leaving a verbal apology alone.
When he quickly turned his hand around his hips, he pulled his sword out of it.
Men get upset by the sword they've been hiding in their capes.
"Ha... I thought it would be easier to crush them after robbing them too. I can't help it."
Sighing without tension in this situation, the woman removes the fastening that had fixed her cape. A cloak stirred by the wind rose to the sky, revealing the woman's appearance.
Wearing the grey uniform worn by the Academy students, he grabbed the sword and moaned the ponytail, pointing his sharp gaze towards the abnomulet.
The person was Layla, who had been out of news since the Academy graduation.
"Oh, you. Are you going to fight us? You think you can beat this number?
"Stop it, you're just gonna get hurt"
I'm sorry, I'm not interested in you guys.
As Leila jumps off the spot, she uses the shoulder of the man in front of her to jump even further.
He went straight through the villagers' walls at once and rushed out toward Abnomulet.
He was a pilot surprised by the sudden, but instantly turns his sword to Leila.
But at that time, Leila was entering between swords, diving further into the strands of the abnomulet and turning behind her.
"Duh, where?"
"Right behind you!
"It's late."
One of his buddies was a pilot who cautioned and rushed to look back, but Leila had already attached to the cockpit hatch.
"Probably around here... there was"
The abnomulet hatch opens, along with the sound of the pressure slipping through the cash.
"Hey, why?"
From inside the cockpit, I hear a surprised voice.
"Could it have been an abnomulet? Almost as good as Almunale."
Leila answered with a smile as she stepped inside the cockpit. And when I turn my hand around the man's neck, I spin my neck as much as I want.
There was a cockroach and a heavy noise, and the power fell out of the man's body.
"Oh, hey, you okay?
Answer me.
My fellow pilot requests a response, but the man is already out of breath.
Layla quickly removed the belt that was securing the body to the chair and threw the freed body outside the cockpit.
"Hih."
"This, this one!
Seeing the body of a fellow thrown out, one pilot loses to fear and retreats the airframe. The other pilot waves his sword, and if the fuselage is not taken away, it will be destroyed.
But the action was a step too late.
Just before the sword waved down reaches the fuselage, Leila operated Abnomulet lifts his left arm and releases the cannon at close range.
The dong sounded heavy twice.
The first time was the sound of Layla firing the cannon. And the second is the sound of the shell of the cannon fired destroying the cockpit of the fuselage that was waving its sword.
Seeing the aircraft slowly leaning and falling, the last one turned its back and fled.
Leila also sets a target on that fuselage, releasing artillery.
The bullet flew like a curve, destroying the legs of the fleeing fuselage.
"That's a lot sweet aiming. Little to no flight distance either. Before that, this airframe didn't work properly, neither did the shock absorber, nor the autobalancer."
At the moment of the shooting, Leila slowly approaches the broken abnomulet in her leg, complaining about the fuselage that she herself was about to roll over with the shock.
And he shoved his sword firmly into the cockpit.
"You were right to learn manual control. I never thought I'd use it like this."
Too crude an abnomule of fabrication, physical operators (sense boards) and internal mechanisms were also kept to a minimum to reduce magic consumption. Therefore, if the output is not enhanced or cut with manual control, it cannot be moved in the same sense as the Almunale.
That was also the cause of the weakness of the abnomulet. Even if the operator operates in the same sense as the Almunale, the physical operator (sense board) causes delays that cannot be processed, and at the same time the operation is distorted by the lack of control of the internal mechanism.
In order not to cause this to occur, the pilots had to operate the fuselage carefully and slowly, fixing the fuselage when shooting cannons. Now it would also be natural to be called Haribote.
Leila, frightened by the weakness of the fuselage, drags the destroyed fuselage back to the village.
From the villagers who were there, it was possible to see fear for Leila, who had defeated three Abnomulet planes by himself.
Even as Layla, I don't have very good feelings for the villagers that I was about to be sacrificed, but I still didn't intend to do the same with them.
Walk out of the fuselage and in front of the village chief.
In the meantime, the village crisis has left.
"Oh, thank you. What a thank you."
The village chief bows his head deeply with a bright blue face that is still going to fall.
"Thank you. Then get water and food. I'll just have it ready in a minute."
"As soon as you like to that extent,"
"Thanks. And I'll get this fuselage, but you can do whatever you want with the other two broken planes. If you want to use it as iron, take it to town and sell it to the army, and be free."
Even if I get one plane just fine, the other two are too big to take. I only refilled the ammunition I had used and later decided to throw it all at the villagers.
"Thank you so much. Um, could I have your name, if you don't mind?
"It's Layla."
"Lady Layla, take a rest at my house tonight. We'll have food by tomorrow morning."
"Thanks. Glad to hear it, but I want to leave right away. Food is enough."
"Okay. We will be ready shortly. Hey, you guys!
The village chief gives instructions, and the villagers rush to gather the food that remains from their homes. For them today, Leila is just like the soldiers who broke down a few minutes ago. If only food was needed, it would be cheap.
Leila received them and packed them into the empty clearance of the cockpit to leave the village behind.
Information that the Jakarta base had been bombed from the sky was also immediately delivered to the town where Princess Ines was waiting.
"The damage! Is the base safe!?
"I have no problem running the base. Two hangars and one dorm burned, but the base itself is safe."
"Yes... good. Then let's transport supplies as planned. We're running out of supplies for the base, aren't we?
"Yeah, that helps. And, at the request of the base, we want the original board."
"The original board? Why not?"
Raw plates are objects that are in a state prior to information being written to a physical operator (sense board) that is made of a special process.
It is not as special as a generator or concentrated magic liquid (hi-maggia liquid), but it is nevertheless reasonably expensive and not something that can be demanded.
"To prevent bombardment, Almost all of the Armunale at the base melted their physical operators (sense boards) in a series of impossible magic machines, and they're doing maintenance on a spare at the base, but the next time the same attack comes, the Armunale could become unusable"
"Really? Then let's arrange it. How many raw boards are there on this base?
"Seven."
"Then let's send it all. I'll arrange to bring something new from Fort Run to this base."
"Okay."
"Was there anything else you wanted? If it's less supply-related, I'm willing to help as much as I can."
"No, nothing from Command. Rather, I was very grateful that you had sent the princess's knight to reinforce me. Without him, the base would have fallen."
"Really, more than anything if it worked for you."
Satisfied that his own knight did what he thought he would do, Ines nodded one with a grin.
Ines had a covert plan he hadn't told anyone. To make it happen, I needed a thousand level knights and an environment where I could move freely.
And now those two are in my own hands.
Therefore, despite a return order from the King's Capital, I am kicking it and staying here.
"I'd like to go to Jakarta if I can."
"It won't. You promised Eldo the knight, didn't you?
Immediately denied by the maid who had refrained from taking Ines' side.
"Yeah, that's why I'm giving instructions from a safe place. But as far as I'm concerned, I want to fight with you."
"I am very happy with the princess's feelings, as a soldier. But you are an irreplaceable person. We can't take responsibility for it in the unlikely event that hundreds of millions are alone."
"Well, then, at least I pray that there will be a little less deaths in this war"
"If it is Lord Inez's prayer, I'm sure God will fulfill his wishes, too. Then I will make arrangements for the original board."
"Please"
Soldiers leave the room behind.
Ines, who looked at it, stood up from his chair and looked out the window.
There, the soldiers are busy running around and loading supplies into the carriage.
Seeing it, Ines organizes her thoughts in her own head.
First, the status quo. The α and β blocks managed to be prevented on the first line of defense. But since then the defensive blocks have been pushed into the second line of defense.
As things stand, allies are reinforced and held up on the second line of defense, but it's pretty hard to push back. The most common cause of this is the enemy's new weapon.
Abnomule and Avila Bomb. These two are very powerful and substitutes that could turn the existing war upside down.
Abnomule has already been studied and the vast majority of it has been analyzed. Mass production will also begin in this country in the near future. For what it's going on with the development of live ammunition weapons, this one might be more advantageous if deployed. But if they analyze this weapon, they should be making the same thing over there.
If so, it is the completion of a negative cycle that will last forever.
But as things stand, that cycle doesn't happen. Because the enemy has Avila Bomb.
Push your enemies to base with the amount of Abu Nomure and bomb them there with Avila Bomb. All you have to do is take control of the base you destroyed with Abnomulet.
In fact, Jakarta nearly fell after being hit with this. I could have managed to prevent it with Eldo's driving and new armament, but it would be cruel to tell him to do the same thing at the other bases.
Anyway, while suppressing enemy forces, we have to destroy the descending Avila Bomb until the physics operator (Sense Board) melts down, and suppress the masses that storm us again. Without a special dedicated machine like Eldo, it's a groundwork impossible story.
But at the same time, I could see hope.
His knight overturned such reckless circumstances. Exactly, isn't that the one thousand knights you wanted?
"If he were here. No, unless it's him."
There are too many things that deviate significantly from the current situation and assumptions. Having to give instructions back to the Elds, Ines sat back in the chair again, taking the blank paper out of the drawer and holding the pen.