By the time this formation was ready, the enemy appeared on the plain.

Rarely consolidated but advancing enemies formed formation when they found us.

We're looking from the hilltop behind us.

(Finally, the war begins)

I swallow my saliva as I watch my enemies form.

Even dramas, movies, cartoons, and so on, drew war, but none of the classmates would have imagined that they could see real war with these eyes.

The other side is forming a formation, but this one doesn't see any signs of moving the formation.

This is a formation of units called Horizontal Line.

The opposing enemy has a formation in the form of a V-shape, so we found this to be a formation of crane wings.

"I wonder how the enemy intends to attack the formation of the crane wings against the horizontal formation"

He whispered that I was the enemy, and he slapped me in the back of the head.

It didn't hurt much for the loud sound of Pacon.

I wondered who slapped him, and when I turned around, Mai was there.

"Don't slap me all of a sudden. Mai."

"No, you were creepy. I just stopped you."

Uh-huh. I don't remember doing that.

"If you were whining in a small voice, it would be creepy"

"Ugh, sure"

"You don't have to tell me that anymore."

"I'm sorry."

If we were talking, the enemy formation would make a scene.

And out of the line, someone came out.

Of course, it's a human race. But when you get in front of us, there's something screaming.

I don't know what you're talking about from here.

Maybe I've even made a surrender recommendation.

I wondered how I would deal with it, and I rode out of this one.

That red hair is Miss Eliza.

It's bright enough red to tell you even if you're so far away.

I was wondering what I was going to do, and Mr. Eliza ran off with a spear.

There are people from the Humane Horse tribe who came to the formation earlier in the journey.

The Humans tried to pull out the sword they were putting on their hips, but they pierced their chest with Mr. Eliza's spear before pulling it out.

It's as deadly as I can tell from what I'm seeing here.

The Humans fell to the ground. Mr. Eliza puts up a spear wet with blood.

Then there was cheer from this formation.

The enemy heard the cheer and looked frightened for a moment.

In the meantime, Mr. Eliza returns to the line.

An enemy frightened for a moment also finally marched in formation.

The allies placed demon bullets on the enemy.

The enemy is approaching the formation of his allies step by step, but the allies still do not fire.

Don't look suspicious about not attacking now, the enemy that storms.

The enemy was just around the corner, approaching where he could attack, where for the first time a demon bullet was fired.

The muzzle flash that is produced when firing is well visible.

The first line of enemies storming in the first shot fell quite a bit. The enemy behind him also fell on his side, caught by his fall.

Some of them were able to stop before they caught on.

The first line of firing bends his knee on the spot. Then a second group, who had refrained behind it, set up a demon bullet gun and fired without getting into his hair.

Those who were shot a second time, those who were falling, and those who had not fallen so hard, were all fed by demon bullets.

Still, the enemy's assault did not stop.

When the second squad bent its knees, there was also a third squad with a demon bullet gun behind it.

The enemies that storm us are shot by that demon bullet gun, and quite a few people fall.

Among the enemies that stormed, I saw a group with bows.

An arrow is released from the bowstring, but the arrow was going to hit the Magic Division by drawing a curve, but an arrow released by the crosswind hits the wind and flies to a different spot.

To the group that unleashed the arrows, the first time they had finished loading, they set up the demon bullet.

The simultaneous shooting causes the enemy to fall again in large numbers.

But the enemy Horse Clan will storm without any problem.

I stepped over the corpse on my side and dealt a lot of damage in a reckless assault moving forward, but I got so close to this formation that I was impatient.

Later, the moment I came to the point where I could cross spears in a little while.

Suddenly, the ground sank.

The ground is gone, so the enemy falls straight into the hole.

Why, a hole was made in front of the formation, before the attack, he had the advance party magically and secretly build a hole. I hid it with phantom magic so it wouldn't fall apart.

If the enemy comes near this line of fire, it will fit in this pit.

Even if I let the arrows go, I had the wind magic to avoid the arrows, so that the arrows wouldn't reach me.

Even if it's a detour, it's the same. He's creating a pit there, too, so he can shoot three steps of a demon bullet.

But the enemy only storms from the front, so there seems to be no detour.

"Nevertheless, how can enemies repeat assaults from the front? You know you can't break it anymore."

"The enemy may not even know that."

"You don't deserve to be a commander."

I believe that it is the duty of the general to do everything possible to reduce the damage to soldiers, whether they win or lose.

Anyone who dislikes to lose and orders his men to attack impossible should not be a general.

Because it kills extra allies.

I saw this battlefield trying not to impose orders on my men if I were to lead the troops ahead.

While I was thinking about it, the war was over.

Because the enemy did not retreat, but stormed and wiped out even when he was the last soldier.

The army begins marching. Looks like we're going to have a sweep.

The soldiers are advancing with spears and stabbing their falling enemies to see if they are alive.

I'm not going to turn my back on what's going to happen.

Because this tragedy is what I brought.

The classmates saw this unilateral massacre and continued to see people go somewhere pale or with their mouths suppressed.

I trembled at the horror of what I did, but there were people holding onto my body.

It was Mai and the others.

I'm surrounded by that warmth and my body stops trembling.