Makai Hongi

Make sure you sew between the rocks and slowly take the winding road.

I can't make any sound. I won't let you stand up.

In anticipation, there are ambushes ahead.

From what I've seen on the map, there was no place else where I could keep my soldiers down.

The map is the right premise.

If the map is fake and you say training to spot it, you're in good hands.

If I was going to ambush the ambush from behind, I'd be hit from behind. How dare you.

War merely takes a favourable place and can turn the number of disadvantages upside down.

This time we are trained to protect thirty non-combatants in twenty Orga tribes.

(Given that everyone cannot participate in the battle, is the number of ambushes high and twenty?)

If you are ambushed by an equal number of combatants, you lose unless there is more to it.

I want to keep this place overwhelming in order to take their thoughts off.

Turn around the next corner and you'll see an ambush.

I stopped right in front of you. Everyone stops on their feet the same way.

Raise your right hand softly with a weapon and everyone imitates it.

What we have now is a stick.

I was told that I could only carry a wooden weapon for this training, and I chose the one that weighed the most and was easiest to take around.

Wooden spears are a place where there is wide clearance and seemingly advantageous, but where there is no land exploration, the enemy does not necessarily come directly from the front.

The spear is long, so considering hitting allies and non-combatants, I decided I should take it off my options. That's why I'm not letting anyone have it.

Wooden knives and swords are fine, but they are difficult to endure.

If you hit with the power of the Auga tribe, you can also think of breaking it in a few shots.

I therefore chose the most suitable weapon, the stick, though boneless.

The stick is the shortest weapon available.

Instead, it's the sturdiest, heaviest.

It feels like the trunk of the tree has been kept intact and only thinned with a handshake. You look like a boneless hammer.

The Auga can wield it with ease.

We ran all at once with our weapons overhead.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Was that my voice or the voice of the guy behind me?

The roar grew into loud acoustics with all the chanting.

Turning around the corner, there were enemies, as expected.

It was the Horsehead Ghost clan. Taller and more powerful than the Auga.

Horses are herbivores and cowardly, but they're not.

A ferocious race wearing horse-like agility and toughness. It's a pretty powerful enemy.

"- Whoa!

He stormed the stick with it shaking up, to make sure he tapped into the first blow.

Instead of shaking it up and then shaking it down. To approach and wave down enemies with help on them.

Taking my blow, the horsehead ghost's head fell.

Yeah, it was too powerful.

This training, injury and death are woven together, so I decided not to care.

I'll be on my way to the next prey soon.

The enemy's response was delayed because everyone had a bow.

I guess he was going to aim with a bow and then storm with a spear.

The arrows don't have metal on them, but if they are shot with the idiotic power of a horsehead ghost, there will be a dead man.

It's good to be around from the back and take control of the tip.

The Horse-headed Ghosts will switch to wooden spears to respond, but the time is already ours.

I've already sunk three enemies.

My buddies and the Auga are good at this kind of turmoil.

He is waving a stick as a delight.

Where he sank half of the whole thing, the leader seemed to say, "Surrender! shouted."

With prior arrangements, if one of them shouts it, the battle will be over at that point.

If we scream at it, they say that even if the escort is safely delayed, it will fail, so they think it will be used purely for winning and losing decisions.

"All right, everyone, stop the fight!

I'm used to it, and they all follow my orders properly.

The horsehead ghosts threw the wooden spear to the ground. Well trained over there, too.

"Bring me escorts, we're safe here."

Before the non-combatants arrive, I see a horsehead ghost.

As far as the feeling of fighting was concerned, the individual fighting power was higher than that of the Auga tribe.

I don't know about mass warfare because it was a brawl right away.

And these guys, when I counted them, I jerked off thirty bodies.

It's more than us. Why so many?

"This is training, so I can't answer the question"

When I turned my suspicious eyes, my leader gave me that answer.

"No questions...... okay, but can we have a chat?

"... oh"

"I heard the Horsehead Ghosts were braver, but they weren't?

A little provocation. How do you answer that?

"I was planning on attacking where they were coming along the cliff. They came from behind and couldn't handle it. No, switching weapons."

At the time I switched my bow to a wooden spear, I'm in between sticks.

Well, I guess we were supposed to rely on individual forces to scatter and fight.

But you had to wave a long spear in such a narrow area of the ambush, and you surrendered because you decided it was impossible to recover it?

"Am I wrong?"

I guess he knows how to pull it off because he's brave.

But it's weird.

Prepare thirty stronger species than the Auga to ambush.

There's no way we can avoid that.

It's over with a verdict of annihilation.

Though training, isn't this a little too harsh?

Thirty non-combatants came when they were contemplating an event that was too suspicious.

I can't help it, so that's it for my thoughts, and I think about my next response.

This shouldn't be the only obstruction.

Can we really score a goal while escorting this non-combatant?

Seeing the horseheaded ghosts stretching out to the ground, Harm still gazed at me.

I guess you have something to say to me.

But I also want you to grab my chest and ask me what it means.

There's no point in doing that, so I won't.

"All right, make an earlier row. There are no raids from here to the checkpoint. Let's go."

"Hmm? Golan, how do you know there's no raid?

"According to the map, the left hand side is a cliff all the way and the right hand side is a mountain. There's no place to hide soldiers."

"Heh... what do you mean?

"It's a hassle to explain, so let's go."

You won't understand if you talk to Scifer about isometric lines, and it's a waste of time explaining it.

We set off with non-combatants in the middle.

On the way, Becca said, "It's really cliffs and mountains. I didn't see Golan, but I knew it," he was surprised.

As expected, there was no raid, and we made it to the safe checkpoint.

Here they check the numbers of us and non-combatants.

Of course there are all of them. Not a single one is missing.

They told me they would keep it here if there was an injured person, but only a few suffered a scratch, so I said no.

Come on, let's go.

Mountains get in the way from here to the goal.

I still have to take a detour.

As he walked in a large detour to the left, the rear left side became noisy.

"A raid?

From the snug downhill on the left hand side, you can hear the trees snapping.

The next enemy seems to have nothing to do with secrecy.

"The enemy is waiting for us."

They were putting out scouts just in case, but how dare they have enemies over there. Is that an assault?

"How many enemies and racial makeup?

"The Horsehead Ghosts were as good as us."

"... seriously."

You're not willing to let this clear.

The enemies ahead will be willing to come all at once when they hear the sound of battle.

I'm glad I'm giving you scouts.

But even if we wait here, things will get worse.

If it's just us, we'll open up our lives with a deadly assault, but there are non-combatants.

I can't use that hand.

"Listen up, you guys!

I told him about the operation.