Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

There is an unusual silence between the two armies.

More than a thousand barbarians are gathered forward.

It doesn't exactly count because it's like a dough without forming a line.

They're all on board, and if that bothers you, they'll rush in here in less than three minutes.

It is even spectacular while enemies when all this numbers are in place.

My army, forming itself in a village somewhat elevated, is about 2,000, close to double in number but with no defensive facilities. I can't say it's an advantage when I think of it as dealing with more than 1,000 cavalry in an open place.

What is required of it is complete victory.

We need to destroy them here before they are completely skinless, and even chase them to their realm for complete annihilation.

"Shall we go to Theory Street first?"

"Yes. Long Spear Squad Cavalry Defense, Archers Inside"

A staple of anti-cavalry combat, let the Long Spear Squad build a wall and place archers and bowguns behind it.

The enemy cavalry will have to slow down and shake off the spear if it is not meant to be a skewer.

Shooting arrows there, common sense even the ten captains of the mercenaries know.

The Allies advance ahead of the Long Spear Squad.

If the spear and bow stop the enemy's foot, the normal infantry will collapse and bring them into a riot to kill the cavalry's mobility.

"If that's what you decide, you're out of your mind."

I'm next door to my usual Celia, my deputy commander Leoporto, and Iridina, who commands our army, which has swelled to 100 men.

"That would be quick to talk about, but I don't want you to decide if you can"

Leoporto answers.

"Why? Because what you've been prepared for is going to be wasted?

"No. If we keep destroying our enemies, the vast majority will run away. Because the number of our cavalry can't chase everything. If you go home half the time, we'll fight again at their base. Then I'd like to decide here."

Hmm, bad for the soldiers, but if you look at the whole thing, you have this idea.

Keep an eye on the war while I ask you to do it in moderation so you don't die.

"Are we still not answering!?

Iridina's going to pop up now, but not this time.

"I have an operation. We wait here, and don't let our troops move from the guard of the main force."

"Right..."

Apprentice Celia without hesitation, just stroke her and she doesn't seem to complain about anything.

A group of barbarians are still mixed and doughed against allies that line up and go slowly.

They always acted with about fifty people.

Maybe I've never acted in such a large number.

"They're moving!

Iridina screams.

One barbarian, wearing something like a flashy bird feather on his head or shoulder, reminds him of being in a special position.

The man pulls his sword out when he comes out in front of all of them and points it at an impending ally.

"Don't come." "Yes, you will."

A scream rises from among the barbarians, advancing simultaneously toward their allies.

It's hard to say that the movements are all in order, but even though they run disorderly, they don't collide or fall horses.

"Very hostile when it comes to dealing with horses."

"I'd like our cavalry to apprentice you, too."

The distance of enemy allies approaches at once.

The ally stops forward and sticks out the spear in preparation for the assault.

Meanwhile, the barbarians thrust into the forest of spears without slowing down.

"You're not going in like this!?

Celia looks up at my face.

Cute, but there's no reason for that.

"Have you forgotten their shooting skills? We're gonna break the Long Spear Squad with a bow."

But by then, we'll be in the range of this archer.

If the first collision divides the pain, the scale will lean toward us, which is better in numbers.

But contrary to expectations, the enemy approaches this formation without releasing an arrow.

No way, the moment they thought, they changed direction simultaneously and started running sideways along this line.

And while he was lying on his side, he showered an arrow at the Long Spear Squad.

Deciding it was coming, he put down his shield, and the spears fell apart all at once after a fierce firing from close range at the spot where he pointed his spears at his full strength.

The attack will not end.

It was just after the lead cavalry fired one arrow after another on the side that a successor burst into a crumbling formation.

If the spear defenses are gone, the only defenseless archers behind us.

There was no way I could have prevented a very horseback assault.

"It's brilliant. You look very discrete, and you have a good tactic."

"Right. I'm sure you didn't have to line up pretty because you're confident in riding skills."

Me and Leoporto calmly analyze, but Irigina and Celia made a scene.

"Hey! My avant-garde has been torn!? As it is, they will devour us to the center of the squad."

"If you look at that number of cavalry, the whole thing will collapse. Hit the cavalry to stop this one too!

I might have panicked the same way if I hadn't known the situation.

I glance at Leoporto.

"Give the whole army a withdrawal order."

Leoporto commands the trumpet hand, and several trumpets are blown.

It's a signal to retreat.

After hearing it, the soldiers began to retreat simultaneously.

Withdrawal in this situation cannot be anything but defeat.

Delayed escape means death, and we all fight ahead and retreat.

"Dear Eigil!

Celia is loud but answers nothing but stroking her head.

Seeing as an opportunity for us to collapse, the barbarians pushed furiously to settle once and for all, mingling with their allies and devouring them deeply.

"It's about time." "All right, do it."

Leoporto sent a signal and the flag bearer on the watchtower flew a bright red flag.

That was the signal.

It doesn't sound particularly loud, nor does the big rock roll in.

Just be quiet, there's water running down the battlefield.

Both armies are upset by the water that flows towards them.

Flooding is one of the most terrible natural disasters in the central plains, where the climate is stable.

A soldier in a state of temporary panic, but the confusion ends immediately.

The reason is simple, because the only water flowing was from the candle to the tibia at best.

And it flowed quietly without enough momentum to push people away, and eventually the water stopped.

Forgetting that they were also losing, the soldiers looked at each other and said what they were.

"Is this for stopping the river for two days?

"The river here is a small one with spring water at its source. Even if it rains, it's like this."

What measures have been prepared is this.

The pond is temporarily expanded and water is stored to destroy the weir and pour water into the lower ground.

"I knew it, but I thought I missed the look of it on the trump card."

If this is a turbulent flow that pushes away all the enemies, it's dramatic.

"Then our soldiers will also be devastated. … and even though it's plain, it's settled"

"Settlement? Make that amount of water, at best a water reservoir..."

That's all I said. Celia opened her eyes to surprise.

The situation on the battlefield had changed.

The allies deploying the infantry were to the extent of wetting their feet to mud, but the tragedy of the barbarians was all about covering their eyes.

As the brilliant horse tweezers of the earlier days lied, those who fall from horse to horse, those who fall out of balance, those who manage to rebuild, those who bump into neighbor and fall in alignment, those who see and are crippled and confused.

"What the hell is this!? What's wrong with them?

Leoporto answers Irigina's questions.

"This land was originally low wetlands and poorly drained, the area is cured to pioneer as a field, so a little rain would be fine..."

Leoporto sees the decimated weir.

"If you put a lot of water in it, it instantly turns into mud"

The mud is deadly to the cavalry.

Self-weighted horses can't move if they're put in loose mud, and sometimes they break their legs if they're forced to.

I can't run lightly.

Stopped cavalry, etc., is just big.

"Revoke the withdrawal order. This is an all-army assault, cavalry detour and wait for the enemy in a dry place."

The trumpet is sounded, and the fleeing soldier has lost his enemy pursuit, and he rearranges his ranks.

The enemy, on the other hand, is outrageous, as each and every one of them manages to get out of the mud.

Attack orders are issued from each commander, arrows pour down, and long spear squads attack each other.

The cavalry, whose feet were taken and unable to move, was taken over like an irresistible sacrifice.

Some enemies give up their horses and fight as infantry, but if they go down the horses they are inferior in terms of equipment, physique, dominance and everything, so they are still taken over one after the other.

I'd love to go, too, if I could.

"Stop it," says Schwartz.

This guy is heavy, so he's going to sink in big.

"Please weigh yourself in. No longer until Sir Hardlett leaves. They'll tell you they took the soldier's hand."

Sometimes I just look behind me as a commander. Look, it's boring.

Something more bothering me than that.

"Leopold, what's the point of killing them all?

"I think you should kill him? I'll be back when you get away."

"I won't let them get away with it, but they won't have to kill the ones who can't move with their legs taken. Why don't we just tie him up?

Leoporto twisted his neck.

If their opponents are the Knights, they have the option of capturing them and ransoming them, but in the mountain people they can't want that either.

On the contrary, it was also questionable whether they understood the concept of currency.

"Does it make sense?

"I can see women in them, too. Master Agil is going to eat from one end with his help."

Celia pinched her mouth and the air froze.

"No, there's that too, but that's not all. They are excellent cavalry. If I could be flexible, I thought it would be more useful than recruiting soldiers from farmers."

Celia said she wanted a woman to play with after all, and Leoporto thought a little.

"... right. It's going to be a good soldier, but I can't tell if it's possible to be flexible. I command you to keep him alive as long as possible. If there's nothing you can do about it, you can kill him again."

A walking messenger runs for each unit because the horse is unavailable.

Let's have him give up thinking whoever was killed by the time the order was passed on had no luck.

I hope you don't kill the beauty as much as possible.

Fighting in the wetlands generally came with a way, and those who managed to escape were attacked by waiting spear cavalry.

We didn't kill them all because we switched from killing to captivity on the way, but the mud has the bodies of a large number of mountain people rolling around.

I can see children and women inside.

"You don't feel well when you see a young woman dead."

"They hit everything as soldiers. You deserve to be shot."

Celia says so, but when she saw the body, which could also be described as a boy, she had closed her eyes and frowned.

The soldiers are hunting for the remnant of the party.

He presses the living to surrender, and he protrudes his blade against what he resists and against those who no longer help him.

Enemy soldiers about 1200, those who killed 500, those who captive 600, those who escaped were less than 100.

In contrast, there were more than a hundred damages to the Oriental Army, and no damage to us and our wives.

Enemy forces have completely collapsed, and this one can resume marching like this.

A light cavalry has already tracked down the fleeing enemy in order to ascertain its stronghold.

Good to say a complete victory, both tactically and strategically.

"This is the problem."

Land where more than 2,000 people broke into and fought over being flooded.

Adolf struggled to cure the water, and the land he made into a field was unbroken and desolate.

"I need an explanation from you."

"Got it. Without water cure, the first rain would have drained me and I couldn't have done anything about it. He'll be happy, too."

"... no, I knew I would"

If I let this guy tell me, I'll definitely get into a fight.

It's also up to your boss to give a troublesome explanation, depressing.

Let's get Irigina to sleep on a pillow today.

He's fine with hugging me hard, because he's fleshy and worthy of hugging me.