Makai Hongi

○ Melarda Army Legion Leader Dail

This is a fort about a day away from the main unit where General Meralda is located.

The fort is on a high ground and is an ideal base.

Legion chief Dyle went in here with each of his own troops and gave instructions to explore the area without losing sight of it.

There are several missions entrusted to Dyle.

Most importantly, if a front-line unit encounters an enemy, it is promptly headed for backpacking.

You need to know your surroundings well enough to get rid of blind spots so you don't get attacked by enemies while you're on the move.

In Dyle's experience, I know that my men will do it without a shortage if I give them instructions.

So this is not a problem.

If there were a problem, I would train troops from my neighboring little demon kingdom.

It is not difficult to train so that it can be used as a minimum.

I wish I'd done it the way I always do, but when I actually started, I was different than I always was.

Normally, it is the recruits who know nothing about basic training.

Sometimes they have just crept through selection and the strength of their arms and nose columns is one serving.

The tactical skill was half a serving, and every time I had no feelings for caring for my people.

"It's a little special, so maybe it's different. You don't do that on an ad hoc basis."

That's what the general told me.

Dyle drops his eyes on the material at hand.

"The troop configuration is fragmented. Can we consider this a mixed unit?"

You were right to ask the question because the contents of the training vary depending on the size and composition of the unit.

Because there are just seven species in the army of two hundred men.

"As usual, please for each race. I didn't select you, so you can move on if you recognize any signs of effort."

"Yes, sir."

That's what I answered, but from what Dyle saw, they're all weak.

When it comes to the amount of magic, it's all about levels that don't pass the recruit test.

Don't break your bones working this out, that's what I felt.

Dyle remembered the day he joined General Melarda's main unit.

Balthasar, the same commander of the regiment, had laid down his position just as he reported his arrival and was talking about basic training as a general.

Separately, Dyle, who did not feel the need to let me through, told me that he would give up his work for the main unit, and the general admitted it.

As a result, the Dyles' troops are turning into fortified service below the front line.

Basic training will of course take place there.

Dyle immediately sent his men to the fort to set up a training ground.

The skilled soldier creates a training area every year, so it can be done without hassle.

They said the Giants were straining, so they thought it would be done in a day or two.

At a subsequent meeting, Goran clashed with Balthasar.

To be honest, I knew I wouldn't be dealing with that amount of magic.

When I tried to stop him, the general controlled me with his eyes.

He wants to tell me nobody to get their hands on me.

It didn't hold for a few seconds and was thought to be a piece of meat, which caused a natural mutation, that the general would be interrupted by entering to defend Balthasar.

Sometimes small bugs knock down large animals, but that's because they come at us asking for numbers.

When Golan overwhelmed Balthasar on a one-on-one basis, his open mouth was not blocked.

In the end, Golan's advantages remained unchanged until the end, when Baltasar was dismissed from military service and returned to his hometown in the pitiful state of disgrace discharge.

That was supposed to be the Grand Prix putting together the Gran Gaci.

It will no longer float again.

It was the same Granghachi Excel who took over after Balthasar.

A pitiful, sharp-eyed woman is what Dyle thinks.

Anyway, now I can concentrate on my training. That's what Dyle thought.

As I was resting after my second day of training, I said I had a visitor.

"Commander of the Dyle Corps, may I have a moment?"

"This, Lord Halm. How's it going?

It was Harm, the general's deputy, who came.

Harm is a Jinglong tribe, supporting the general in the shadows, along with the same Jinglong tribe deputy, Miniche.

Now Harm is with my army, and Miniche is with the general.

"I saw the training landscape of the Auga tribe today."

"Did you mean that? The whole thing's been cleared."

That's what bothers me right now.

That was supposed to take a few days to figure it out.

War is about the power of the individual. But many soldiers don't.

If you don't hit an enemy with two or three, there are many enemies you can't win.

Even if it's a move, yes.

Share your baggage, hold it, and if anyone can't move, take charge.

That's how I plant a sense of union, but I can't even be told to do that all of a sudden in action.

Therefore, the aim is to make them wear it in training.

But on the second day of training, it was cleared early.

"I didn't seem to know that beforehand."

"I guess so. The first day was scattered, so perhaps someone noticed along the way. I think he found a solution in just one night, and he led the herd to fix it."

Strangely enough, those people who did what they liked to do were starting to behave undisturbed the next day.

Through the wonders, it seemed like I was watching a miracle.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?

"The Auga are the only ones who can move on, so I'm planning on seeing how far I can go."

"Second training? Let's make the ultimate choice. Which one will fail, but not a little bit sooner?

"The general tells me that we can move on once we are satisfied that it is not a selection group."

"I see. I'm supposed to have some business tomorrow, too, but I was wondering if you could let me look at the training."

"I don't mind... but it's a failed training anyway"

"That's why. I'm interested to see what I can do."

"Okay. Let me get this over with. Take a look wherever you like."

"Is that good?

"Yes, of course."

"Then it's like (...) from inside, okay?"

"Is it from inside... I don't mind"

"I appreciate that. Tomorrow, please."

"Yes. Then let me talk to you at night. how they chose."

"Okay."

"Tomorrow then"

"Um, tomorrow. Looking forward to it."

Legion leader Dyle and Jinglong tribe Harm shook hands and broke up.