Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Goldonia Southern Arkland Border Zone

"Don't have a good wind today"

The season will finally be hotter and hotter in the summer ahead.

The central plains are said to be prone to summer and winter, but hot things are still hot.

"It doesn't make sense to be flown to this neighborhood to catch the wind."

A colleague's soldier is foolish.

Don't tell me. I know it's me.

We were originally stationed in a town near Gordonia as soldiers of the National Army.

The task is to control criminals and exorcise the occasional bandits, demons, in the name of the army.

It wasn't a bad salary, and I had it for a woman.

Because the great nobles of the south were cut off after the rebellion, they were transferred to the border guards.

A clear border line is not drawn between Arkland and Goldonia.

Especially near the North Terriers river source where I was placed. There are only extended meadows and hills.

Arkland is mistaken for diplomacy for intimidation by flirting with military power. Sounds like a crazy country.

Build a village on the border with such a crazy country is about as stupid as a bunch of pioneering people who ate it up.

There's nothing around but a simple fortress for us to sleep in, and it takes half a day to get a carriage to the nearby city even on holidays.

"No matter how stupid you are, you end up bathing in the wind."

It's our job to walk around the fort in pairs.

I couldn't help but look around when I was in town, but now I'm looking forward to this time of talking and walking with my people.

There's nothing in the fort, it's better to stay outside as long as you can feel the wind.

Are there any abnormalities?

"Nothing as unusual. There's no village here or there."

"You've got to be kidding me, Captain Shit. I've been complaining in my nap that it's the same report as yesterday. Whatever. Find something to report."

Me and my partner look around as we tongue.

Full score if you're down in their territory.

Even more distressing patterns can be reported in Arkland.

"Hey, how about that one? There's a flock of sheep walking."

Shepherd...... 50 points I made the same report last week.

"It looks like there are scouts disguised as shepherds doing reconnaissance," I guess.

"That's odd... you're just sheep and you don't look like a shepherd. You let him get away with it?

If the sheep will come to this side, don't make dinner extravagant tonight.

"Plus, you're kind of in motion... you're pretty well spaced, and you're at the same speed"

"I don't know... do you only see sheep? I don't know how to walk a sheep. Don't tell me what to do!

Exactly. I yell at my partner for being there, but I can't reach my voice.

"Enemy Attack -!! It's Arkland!!!!

Sheep fur is thrown in unison, and soldiers in armor appear.

Damn it! They got us this close while we were relaxing!

"Run, report to the fort! They're gonna cross the border."

We rush to the fort.

They're not moving from the spot! I can get away with this!

Me and my partner look at each other and laugh bitterly.

Shortly afterwards, the arrows pierced him, and the men, who became like needles, fell and lay down on the ground.

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Gordonian Royal Palace in a few days

"You think Arkland's an invasion?

Before the king lies a messenger kneeling to inform him of the urgency from the south.

I guess I switched horses all night and ran, my breath is rough and my body is supported by soldiers and I finally don't have to fall.

"Ha! We've burned the border guard forts, broken into the territory, damaged pedestrians and pioneering villages"

"Tell me the scale."

"Unconfirmed, but at least a few hundred to a thousand soldiers crossed the border."

The king closed his eyes and nodded.

"It was daunting. Get some water and some food and rest."

When the messenger left the room, the king refrained from beside the neighbors… there were also Eirih at the personal request of the minister and the heavy town of the army…

"So, what do you think?

"It's the usual," "I guess there's no food," "or the decline in the number of peasants has prevented them from making it."

There was no rush or nervousness in the ministers' voices.

"It also happened once every few years when I was the previous king. Please calm down."

On the contrary, a response so accustomed that it prompts the king to settle down.

"Well, this is what my father left behind."

It is not uncommon for Arkland to invade Goldonia.

Even so, it is not a full-scale invasion, but a small soldier who crosses the border a little, burns a small village and engages with the guards.

The reason is that this guard crossed the border, so it was customary to say that retaliation.

And offer to reconcile before it becomes a full-fledged engagement where we fought to some extent.

Conditions are the exchange of supplies between states, weapons and slaves from Arkland and food and daily necessities mainly from Gordonia.

at rates far more favourable to Arkland than normal, of course.

It would be to excuse that it is harmony on reciprocal terms that does not unilaterally request a transfer.

The former king kept swallowing that this humiliating terms of harmony could not be transformed into peace.

That lasted thirty years, and now Arkland has invaded like a routine event at intervals of a few years.

Why should our country, which overwhelms Arkland in its national power, allow itself to be humiliated by small countries like Arkland?

From the outset, some claimed to be so.

But Arkland is a small country, but a military state that uses a majority of its national power to sustain its army.

It has an unthinkable force from national power, and an army maintained for many years is highly skilled.

It was clear that if we really fought, there would be enormous sacrifices.

Nobles and civilians accustomed to years of peace did not want to decide between Arkland and the female until they had sacrificed themselves.

It is not a small amount from the rich Goldonia, such as the supplies they seek.

Then all you have to do is close your eyes to temporary humiliation, and the measures of the former king were upheld.

But not anymore, the former king is already dead, and now he's on the throne.

The rest cannot be subjected to humiliation spoiled.

Big sacrifice instead? He will destroy them to make amends.

Goldonia is not a quiet old dog just big.

The surname decided by the new nobility of the example… be like the legendary wolf, the hardlet.

Whoever invades his own realm is bound to tear him to hell.

I don't care if it's bloody.

"Marquis Hoover, is the National Army in an interception position?

The teeth-cutting of the Marquis of Hoover, the Supreme Commander of the King's Army who was told the story, is bad.

"We're doing everything we can to protect His Majesty's land, but it's probably dispersed... it'll take time to collect it, and even if we defeat them poorly, the damage will be immense if Arkland's main army comes out..."

You incompetent! It's not for you or anything! I only did it once on my face as Commander-in-Chief.

"Can't the National Army, Eirich, can the Central Army do it?

"I can do it, Your Majesty."

In two replies, the king nods contentedly, prompting him to continue.

"It will take five days even for the forcible army to march out of the King's Capital. During the previous insurgency crackdown, you will have the infantry battalion left in Zahr to assume your duties. The town may be a little insecure, but it won't be a problem."

Hoover and nearby military officials look bitter.

They also have no information on the formation or placement of the central army.

Moreover, few of them can understand the unit called the Infantry Battalion, which is unique to the Central Army.

It was originally a central army within the national army, but it was becoming another organization, the source of the king's intentions.

"But wasn't there a report that if the enemy's power were greater, it would reach a thousand, or could it be handled with a few disadvantages?

"Sir Bruno's infantry battalion is 800, a disadvantage in numbers, but the intruders do not assume this one's organized resistance. I don't think I'm organized or ready to fight a full-scale battle"

"That's dangerous! I'm not sure about the report, but what if there were 2,000 soldiers? If they lose and lose their soldiers, their demands will be even more severe."

Hoover's surroundings raised his voice.

"Did I ask you to speak for the rest?

The man leaned over and silenced, but he doesn't seem convinced.

But it makes sense, for the most part, that reports of scouts tend to look at enemies more often, but there is no denying that they may have seen less.

Plus, if the enemy is prepared for this counterattack from the start, it will cost more with an equivalent amount of troops.

"Your Majesty, I also have a point about that one. So I'm going to send reinforcements from the king's capital."

The king's face clouds.

I guess you don't like how Eirich bent his opinion.

"But didn't I tell you it would take five days to get me out of the king's capital, until then, let me do whatever I want?

"No, only the 1st Cavalry Squadron gets it out of the Wang Capital. If the whole squadron is a cavalry squadron made up of cavalry, we can get there in two days if we let the town that passes first get ready to supply. Furthermore, intruders focus on mobility and not many long spears, otherwise heavy-duty cavalry will show overwhelming strength. Even if the enemy is 2,000, we can take the lead."

"I see, a cavalry-only unit... and you're the one leading it"

No one knows the man if he is involved in the army of this country.

Double-digit the neck of a powerful Kingsguard on his own, cut and killed the Kingsguard captain to one sword, and truncated Viscount Cecil-Berlido after a single knight, even the strongest rumor in the country.

"Sir Hardlett would be just fine. Let the fools see that whoever encroaches on the rest of the land is drawn to hell."

The king speaks out in an upbeat mood.

Hoover and his surroundings were teething, and the civilians were worried about whether they should change who they would take in.

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We're back. We're back.

When the yang started to lean already, me and Celia would go home from the garrison.

The departure is tomorrow morning, when the troops are already ready and allow everyone to rest in the garrison.

But I have other things to do.

"Chloe, it gets sudden, but it burns the bath, it's top priority"

"Alma, get me a wet towel and a drink"

"Melissa, find Carla and tell her to take a bath and come to my bedroom."

I need to get back to everyone by the end of the day.

She's the only one who made me go get Kara because she's not sure where she is, and the others are more or less determined. Outside of my room, Nonna is drinking tea in the living room or on the terrace in the garden, Melissa is where the kids are, Maria is in the kitchen, Celia is next to me.

When I looked for Kara before, I used to climb the roof, or I used to be in an underground warehouse.

His freedom is still rising.

I put Celia back in her room and for now she's waving her ass as Maria sings a nose song as she enters the kitchen to try something light.

Sounds like a homemade cleaning song, but more interested than that is a shaky ass.

♪

I hug it from behind and suck it around my neck.

Maria suddenly screamed, but even that scream echoed in her lower body.

"Maria, put your hand there"

"What is it?!? No, I can't do that."

Reduce resistance and let your hands touch you with or without fire, caressing your ass.

As soon as you're ready, pull down your underwear and turn your skirt.

I interrupted the wet cave after pounding my buttocks about three times with things from behind.

"Ahem! It's fat!!

Maria is the most luxurious of the women, except for Celia, who hasn't entered yet.

When I do my best, I break it, so I turn my hips, spin them inside, and repeatedly poke them from time to time.

Look for the chest only in front of the clothes, but I don't see it.

"...... Mmm!

Lead Maria over her hands to her chest like she was angry.

I've been tightening it to my delight when I rub my big nipples loose when contrasted with my little chest.

An uninvited audience emerged when the fruit of sweet love finally reached its culmination.

"Maria. Finished cleaning the hallway...... HI!!

sounds like a proper mop fall.

I hear Mitty's here to report the end of the cleaning.

"Huh! Here in the kitchen? What the hell!?

It's supposed to be a surprise interruption, but it won't end because both me and Maria are up to the next step.

"Mitty!! I don't want to! Don't look! No more. Yes!!

"Maria.................."

Maria, who always admires herself as an adult woman who is gentle and has good chores, is blamed by a man to distort her face and stares sluggishly at her tongue to raise her voice.

Mitty seemed blind while blocking her mouth with her hands.

First Maria reaches up and tightens me up, then chases me with that stimulus and releases the seed, too.

My groans and Maria's screams. At the end of the day our movement stops and I slowly leave Maria.

"Hiya!!

Screaming again is because you see my stuff all cloudy, or because Maria collapsed while spilling seeds?

I'm relieved. When I hold Maria up, I head for the bath.

I know it hasn't burned yet, but even water can wash your body this time of year.

You can do it again in the bathroom adoring Maria until it burns.

"I'm sorry. I showed you something you didn't like... doesn't that make sense?"

Mitty finally seemed to realize her hand was in her skirt when I told her.

He hurries to correct his clothes, turns bright red and leans down.

You've never seen Mitty's crying face before.

Tell me you're still a child. You can't let a woman shame you.

"... eh!

I lean my mouth on Mitty with Maria in one hand.

I tried to take my lips as they were, but I wasn't ready, tears spilled out of my hard, closed eyes.

I couldn't help but force myself, I shifted my lips and kissed my neck muscle, sucking hard and leaving a mark.

"Ha wow..."

Finally, he licks up from his neck to his ear and releases his face.

Mitty had her hips crushed and sat down on the spot.

This would also have diminished the insanity that masturbated in front of the man.

After we left for the bathroom, it's something I don't know that Mitty remembered to mess up my tongue and Maria and put her hand in her underwear again.

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Three days later, near the Arkland border in southern Goldonia.

"Report from scouts! Discover enemy camps"

I, Bruno-Lenster, secretly held my head inside each squadron leader and deputy boiling down to the report.

The order was to "join forces with reinforcements from the king's capital and deal with the enemy".

But if we miss now, the enemy scouts may discover this way.

That will make the protection stronger, and if you do poorly, you may get away with it.

"Captain! Let's make an attack!

The deputies are approaching.

But the scouts have only discovered the enemy, and there are no detailed reports of numbers, circumstances, etc.

It would be best to wait for an additional report of the scouts we put out.

If we don't do it now, we can get away with it.

The deputy seems to have licked his bitter cup in a previous Arkland raid and his breath is rough.

I wish the reinforcements would have arrived a little earlier...

"Additional reports from scouts! 800 enemies, tents folded and ready to move."

"Battalion Captain! We have to hurry."

The number of enemies is the same as here, but they are defenseless while preparing to move, if you ambush them, you can win.

The squadron captains are in a complete hurry, and they'll be at their limit by now.

"All units, we're going to launch an ambush on the enemy. Get close to the enemy so they don't cross the ridge of the hill!

Troops start moving simultaneously.

My squad is a complete infantry battalion, no cavalry but for reconnaissance.

There are no glorious horseback assaults.

The soldiers go quietly and silently without any mouth...

Beyond the hill is already an enemy camp.

Later, the ambush succeeds with one decree.

But it was not the decree of the assault that came out of Bruno's mouth.

"All teams defensive attitude!!! Arrows are coming!!

I'll finish. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"I was being nursed! The main enemy force is not already in the camp. We're in formation on the hill!

Oh, my God! Troops that were climbing the hill are feeding on arrows and, conversely, enemies are expanding to the top.

This is an elongated and stretched formation to move quietly, so it's a good enemy.

"Reassemble the formation. Archers, step forward and drive your enemies off the top!

My squad is not less skilled either.

At first he was ambushed and confused in the opposite direction, but soon regains his calm and regroups his formation.

If we even take the hill, the situation will be reversed.

Repeat the attack as the infantry speaks up.

However, it is not proportional to the size of the voice and has not progressed at all.

"Reported by Squadron Leader, enemy attack harsh! We can't move on."

"Likewise, no forward movement! Arrows fly precisely to the avant-garde. Confusion is spreading."

The reports that came up to me were all bad.

Enemy command and proficiency are higher than expected.

Change your faction faster than this one, and you'll always be in the lead!

Birth is not to say a mercenary subject, but the majority of central soldiers today are due to recruitment and transfer from the National Army.

I mean, I've only experienced soldiers who sang long peace, actual battles other than training, and so on.

Arkland, on the other hand, experiences armed clashes with some country, as he does every year.

Commander and soldier experience is too different.

"Call off the offense, squad it, we're out of enemy range first. Slowly retreat, don't panic!

Slightly lower the troops, and eventually the attack stops if the arrows are no longer delivered.

All right, now we can reconstitute the camp.

If the enemy goes down the hill, there will be no advantage.

Damage is acceptable, we can still do it!

But that hope was soon shattered.

Some of the enemies are protruding and threatening sides in conjunction with this one retreating.

The march is fast, and no matter how much this one retreats, they can afford to chase it.

The number is about 200, but the formation is disturbed during retreat and cannot be dealt with.

"The right wing of the enemy is separated! It's already on my side. Left-wing squadron engaged!

"Enemy Squad, take the assault formation and come running down the hill!

"Which way do the archers go for it!? Before!? side?!?

600 on the front, 200 enemies on the side, this one loses about 10% and 700... it takes a halfway defense like the one that collapsed without even being able to change formation.

All elements hunch the worst end.

"Destroy them all..."

The deputy shrugged, and I can't give instructions either.

Each squadron is already confused and is unlikely to hear detailed orders.

There is only one valid instruction.

You're telling me to run away... ignore orders, launch attacks, and on the contrary, get trapped and lose troops...

Now my future is closed.

But letting all soldiers who are unilaterally defeated in front of you fight until they are killed will not overshadow the battlefield.

"All teams............ retreat!!

When I tried to order the retreat, the enemy suddenly disturbed as if this mess had shifted.

The enemy body changes direction as if it had abandoned the attack on this side, and the troops that were circling to the side join.

"What the hell..."

What I answered was the roar, and the sound of the battle between the infantry was amazing, but compared to this, it was just a creek spiral.

The sound of horseshoes played by the 200 heavily armed cavalry instantly dominated the battlefield.