Mysterious Job Called Oda Nobunaga

Early in the morning, it was slightly hazy, probably because of the temperature rise, but it disappeared as the sun rose.

"It's really the finest weather, Raviara." "Yes, let's win and make it even better!" Certainly, if you lose this, it will be the lowest clear weather.

As expected, the enemy does not come in early in the morning. Well, we're ready to wait, but will you come? It is not possible to place a troop behind the ground and plunge it forward. Apparently, the Overlord could have taken such a hand, but it was not the same as at the time of Overlord.

The busiest day will be Altomba. He was watching the soldiers in front of the fence to see if they were firing the gun correctly. By the way, the fence is installed quite forward without any soldiers. If you could slow down the enemy army. That's how easy it is for those who aim with a gun.

Mistletoe appeared there. In anticipation of that, I have only Raviara nearby.

"McCharles Marginal Sight Red decided to cross the river, including himself, and attack him." "I understand. I do, but I still see him many times, so I know he's in a hurry. "I'm near, so please call me if you have anything." Mistletoe disappeared.

Well, it's going to be a big game. "Raviara, move to a place where you can easily shoot guns. The enemies will come." "Yes, I will shoot more and more from you!"

I don't know how the profession of an archer works for guns, but at least it's the same thing as a weapon, so I guess it works.

Eventually, low sounds came from afar. Enemy troops come from a shallow river. As expected, he seems to know where the land is, and where to cross.

From around the end of the river, the roar sounded like yesterday. Troops awaiting on a nearby hill fired a gun from a height.

I don't know if some people have fallen or it's a bit too far away, but whichever is fine. Production is farther away. I decided to listen next to Altomba. The enemy's aim will be me, and the bigger the enemy is, the easier it is to aim at Olomba.

"Is it going?" "Visibility is good and it's fine, so it's perfect. It looks like it's already working." And I was starting to hear something like a scream. First of all, snipers from distant hills are the main focus before pulling. It doesn't know where you're being shot from, so it frightens enemy soldiers. He then points his gun at the fence from the approaching guys who survive the attack.

"Let's shoot, you guys!" I ordered to shoot, not to mention the command, but shouted at the boom. By the way, firmly cover your ears with your hands. After the roar, the enemy warrior class who flaps and rides on a horse falls. Of course, shooting is also applied to miscellaneous soldiers.

Some feared that they would stop their feet, but the gun would also fire.

"What's this weapon !?" "I don't know how to stop it!" "Don't get too close!" The fear of being attacked with weapons you have never seen is not uncommon. When we come across things that cannot be explained, human thoughts are often muddy. That is the aim.

Hiding in the hills, Raviara was seen snipering. Despite being quite far away, he has shot and killed cavalry.

The highlight, however, is the Olomba, which cuts off far-off troops with each shot. Because of that, no enemy soldiers were trying to break through the fence in front of them. It's because all those who made an assault have fallen. The momentum of the enemy cavalry corps was completely killed.

At that point, this battle was my win. The only enemy victory is to break through this defense. But there is probably little remaining attack power to do so. Their biggest enemy is fear. You can't push your anxiety into your chest.

"Is it okay, have you stopped attacking the enemy? If so, will I sweep the entire army?" Probably, the rate of the death of the previous general was so high that he could not leave.

However, among such frontiers, there is a unit that rushes into here. The surrounding companions fall, but the general has not yet fallen from the horse.

"I'm Tarsha Machar, sister of Martial Margin of Sight Red! Alsrod Neible, be prepared!" I run, waving my wavy hair.

Altomba's gun fires at Tarsha's horse. The horse falls, but still jumps down and comes to me. I felt blood flowing.

"You guys, don't shoot that girl! I'm going to be your opponent directly." Anyway, this battle is our victory. Then you can play a little.

I draw my sword and stand in front of Tarsha. "I came out because my name was called. Why did you rush in the losing battle?"

"Nice! Even if you lose in a losing battle, if you retreat in this way, your clan will end up anyway! Then, it would be better to fight without turning your back!" The sword is straight anyway, no hesitation. It's his sword like coming here.

"It's a regrettable sword to be an enemy." "I guess my profession may be a famous warrior. Singen." Isn't that the one the Overlord was saying! ?

-Ok, Alsrod, fight with all your strength! And win anyway! I want to feel like this King also won Shingen one-on-one! Don't say anything! But of course there is no choice but not to fight.

And there is nothing completely equal. At this point the woman is exhausted. I slashed my sword sideways.

So Tarsha's sword flew in an arc.