Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Town of Loreil, Western Triea

The tall voice of Count Fayertine, beginning with Loreil and territory of a strip of towns and villages, rings.

"What is the Eastern Guard doing! Thus, total surrender means that if you are a loyal minister, you should fight until you are all dead!

"Dear Left," "Unforgiving, unfaithful, unfaithful." "Worthy of death."

"The enemy will be near Erg... and the glory of the Triea Army has fallen"

That's not the only reason I'm upset.

Until now he has had great power as the great lord of this strip, and he has been able to say something grand to the royal family.

However, the situation has changed due to the deterioration of relations with Goldonia, so that not only the Chancellor Marquis Dunoir as an emphasis on defence, but also the martial officers, have taken advantage of the breadth in the territory.

"The commander of the Northern Fortress should have been me, too, why would he leave it to such an old man!

You deserve to lose your laughter.

The Count did not dare to call it the Fortress of Magino, which was considered an official name.

His position was no choice but to be seen as the commander of the supply against the fortress, a subordinate of the fortress commander Count Magino, to say the same in the title.

"I don't even know when a fortress will be pulled out in an old age like that. Then my territory will be invaded!

"It's on your left." "Matter of concern." "You deserve to be afraid."

The Count himself, with no experience at all in leading the army, does not consider Count Magino to be an expert in defensive warfare and a soldier who defended his country from repeated invasions of Arkland.

"Baron Backer, Baron Douahou, and Baron Orowka. I'm going to inspect, go on!

"It's splendid." "It's a wonderful dedication." "You deserve respect."

All he could do was show up frequently in front of the soldiers anyway and speak out a lot to the task of replenishment to let them know he existed.

When the four men are inspecting the entire town with numerous escorts, despite the entire town of their own territory, and ablaze the words of praise drawn by the soldiers, a cry is raised from the soldiers standing on the watchstand.

"One horse is headed this way!

The Count looked at the three surrounding him.

"An enemy? No, I can't believe you're coming alone. The ambassador of the Kingsguard who deployed to the woods... it's not long before he's defeated again. What do you guys think?

"" "I don't know!

Those who rode horses reached the front of the gate, thought to raise the voice of the opening, but shouted out on the spot.

"Report immediately! The enemy appears to have broken through the Erg Forest, already in the vicinity! No respite of time, they put in place an immediate defense system!!

The cry of an impatient messenger, but the Count and the surroundings were ruled not by haste, but by scorn.

"Erg, break through the woods? There's no way I can do that..."

I don't trust the soldiers either.

"If you bypass the woods, you're in battle with the Kingsguard. In case you lose, it'll take time, and the messenger should come from the Kingsguard."

The man outside the gate didn't look like a Kingsguard no matter what he saw.

"If so, it could be a foe's agitation."

If the cavalry had ridden alone, he could have ridden in the shade and stolen the eyes of the Kingsguard.

"Capture him and investigate..."

The Count's words did not last until the end.

Because every soldier on the watchtower shouted like he had gone mad.

"" Enemy Attack - Yikes!! A huge number of cavalry! Coming in a straight line!!

"Say what..."

The ground starts to sound so loud.

Anyone who was in the army has heard the sound, the march of death made by a large group of military horses.

"Out of the way!!

The Count rushes up to the watchtower and pushes the soldiers.

In front of it was a nightmarish sight, thousands of cavalry coming in dozens of rows.

The rear is completely invisible with the earthen smoke they can stand.

The number quoted with the eyes containing fears also never seemed excessive.

"Just shut down the castle gate!! I don't care who's out there!!

It was clear that there was nothing I could do as soon as I got into town, even a tenth of the approaching cavalry.

Soldiers also move quickly, and soon the gate closes hard, avoiding being jumped in front of the door.

The town walls of Loreil had been fortified for a few minutes in preparation for the battle, but the spindle was known to have been a further northern fortress.

Still, the Count had to wait for reinforcements to hold out as long as possible.

"Take command, both of you! Lead the soldiers!

"Aww, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow."

The three surrounding people are slipping their hips and buttocks on.

When the Count tried to take direct command that they were useless...

The sound of an explosion and something shattering.

When the Count held back his instincts, which he did not want to look back, and looked in the direction of the sound, there were shattered pieces of wood scattered around, with a large hole in the city wall.

"hey... what..."

There was an even louder noise within the never-ending time of someone clamoring, and another big hole was empty.

Soldiers move away from the wall, which no longer serves as a fence, and a horde of cavalry jumps in from the torn part.

"I can't believe this..."

The earl looking up to heaven and the three surrounding men's words were wiped out by the sound of their hooves.

"There's a big hole in the wall. Spear Cavalry, we're entering the city successfully."

Leoporto's emotionless voice can also be heard quite expensively.

The example iron barrel is not broken and most importantly.

"I had to load it in the carriage. I was just a little worried."

Infantry with siege weapons are coming after us from the rear.

Attacking with them would make it easy for Loreil to drop, but then the town becomes a sea of fire.

Maria's house and her mother are in this town, too, and she's only loaded with powerful arrows that she'd like to drop quickly if she could.

"Let them continue firing. There should be more entrances. Don't take sides."

"I'll do it right."

Leoporto waves down his arm and a third firing noise sounds.

You hit the watchtower. After the Trier soldiers jump, the platform collapses with a buzzing noise.

"I'm coming too."

"Ha, again? Sir Hardlett would like you to sit in the back."

Don't say that.

Nothing is more boring than seeing the festival behind you.

"Master Eigil can leave. Guards, go on!

Celia screams, followed by thirty heavily armed cavalry.

Celia, worried about a single assault, chose thirty of our cavalry to create something to guard her.

I thought Leopold wouldn't let me have the precious heavy cavalry, but he admitted, "It's better than the Commander dying on his own."

Both the soldier horses are organized with good stature and excellence in martial arts, and a small number of troops are equipped with spears and bowguns, but they can also be considered the strongest.

By the way, Celia mixed inside is very noticeable in its small size.

And the number of troops is exactly 32, Celia and the other is Christoph.

This guy who was thrown out of the original squad to no avail and entered crying at me is the weakest in the squad.

Celia seems to be trying to get her killed in battle if there's a gap.

"Let's go!

Several soldiers stand in front of them as they break in through another empty hole while heading into town.

It's a big deal to resist in this situation.

Bounce off one spear, stab him in the stomach and throw him away.

The other one was bounced off the side by Celia's horse where she tried to distance herself from me.

"Don't kill the people! I won't allow any arson in town, just soldiers!

Fly the neck of a knight in armor who is about to be slashed and jump his torso to the enemy soldiers.

"Hiya!" "With a blow..."

Miscellaneous soldiers lost their morale, put down their spears and escaped.

Yes, the town won't break either if you stay as unresistant as you can.

"No!!

He gave a ripped hanging and a knight with full body armor thrust in with a big spear.

Speaking of which, there was a game where both sides made these assaults.

The spear itself seems to be thick and poke only and has no sharpness.

A metal noise sounds and only the horse of the enemy knight runs away.

The knight's spear was in my chest... it was in my hand I took it in front of my chest to be exact.

And the enemy is shaking in the air with an incredible face holding the spear pattern.

I just grabbed the knight's spear and lifted it...

He didn't let go of the pattern, so he didn't drop it.

Put the spear down and let him down to the ground, and the knight will throw down his sword and kneel.

When I pulled it out, I tried to kill it, but you picked it up.

"Did you take the horseback assault?" "It's a monster..." "It's not our enemy!

The knights and soldiers who stood spears behind them also threw down their weapons and fled and scattered.

No one seems to resist near here anymore.

The vicinity of the town's outer perimeter is almost dominated, and the battle moves to downtown, the aristocratic district, and the Lords' Hall.

Loreil didn't have that many troops, and the soldiers weren't even heavily armed, but they still fought hard.

It's also huge that this one weighed himself down an attack like burning a town, but I'd still say he fought well with the widows.

"Start simultaneous fire! Ten consecutive shots!

But the resistance also ended when the last unit to defend the Lords' Hall took 10 shots each from the Bow Cavalry 500... with 5,000 arrows.

"Is it over?"

"Right."

Celia, lined up on the side, has a bloody body.

They raised five men to a blood festival to the joy of being able to fight side by side with me and my horse.

The convoy had just slaughtered over a hundred enemies with strength and no damage.

... No, only Christoph is resting with his spear scratched and his horse slammed on his head.

He's really unusable, but that's funny.

He breaks into the Lords' Hall with a convoy down the horse and walks to the Great Hall through among the soldiers who have given up their resistance.

And he confronted the aristocrats in armor who were nestled there.

Aristocrats are about middle-aged, not wearing helmets but wrapped in heavy armor all over their bodies.

The face doesn't look very strong with a bearded, hair-shaped aristocratic outfit.

"Count of the Kingdom of Triea, Barod-Faertin! Let's hear your name!!

"The Viscount of the Kingdom of Goldonia, Eigil-Hardlet. Your lord?

Agil? I heard voices, but the nobility in front of me doesn't respond.

"Dear Left! I hope to strike one in the honor of the Fayeltine family"

The Count makes a rattling noise and points his sword, but the tip of the sword is trembling, and it seems hard to move if the armor is heavy.

Obviously I don't know how to handle swords, and I'm not used to wearing armor.

"Wait, Count!! Hardlett... Have you ever been to this town before?

A resilient man with his mouth out of the side, his wild voice and appearance are unforgettable.

He was Glock, the guard captain of Loreil, who had previously been rewarded for his hungry wolf exorcism and solicited by his men.

It's natural to be here when you think about it, I miss it, but I can't even tell you an old story.

"I was taken care of then. I didn't think we'd be enemies."

"... the last name was... causal at that time"

But exchanging any more words is disrespectful to the Count.

I turn my gaze back, but Glock moves forward and out in front of the Count.

"Uncle Fayeltin! This also brings me to the brink, where I represent the duel" HAN!!

Glock also lags behind on a compelling voice unlike previous tall voices.

"This is no place for you, the captain of the guards, the land my clan should protect.... protect the people, but surrender if I lose your mission."

The Count lays down his sword again.

The will is splendid, but it's not going to be a battle at all.

Even hit him in the head and let him faint?

"Sir Hardlett, we don't need any help. For the nobles, the land is life, and if you kill me, you will never get this land!

Hmmm... if you're ready to get that far, that would be rude.

It doesn't come with strength, but I don't hate that readiness.

"Christoph, lend me your sword"

It's not fair with my spears and dual craters.

At least use a similar weapon.

I hold the sword with one right hand, and the Count stands with both hands in front of me.

"and ohhhhhh!!

It seems the Count has tempered him. He wields his sword up and cuts it off with an odd sound.

The move was too slow and too defenseless.

He plays his sword easily overhead, and the Count falls ill.

And flash to the side.

Botton and the Earl's neck fell and his torso collapsed on the spot.

He waves his sword, pays for the blood, then brings it in front of his face and lowers his head gently.

It would be nice to give a gentle courtesy to the guts that have come towards me as I prepare to die.

At the same time, all the soldiers and nobles around him, Glock, also throw away his sword, take off his helmet and kneel.

"You're in complete defeat," "You're unbelievable, martial arts," "You deserve obedience."

Ignoring the three nobles who would come and visit us, he told Glock to surrender and disarm all the soldiers in the town.

In just over two hours of battle, Loreil fell and the supply base to Fortress Magino was lost.

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Three days later, Fortress Magino, Fort Central.

"Goldonian troops, we're concentrating our forces in the center."

"Don't panic, let Squad Six respond. Let go of the arrows without interruption and exhaust them."

"Position number three is on fire!

"Don't worry. Don't panic, put out the fire, then put the roof back on."

Count Magino had taken command as the commander of a fortress of his own.

That command was not flashly motivating, but it was giving orders precisely to every report of his subordinates.

The old general's unique calm and years of experience in defense provided great relief to his men.

On the front were more than 80,000 large armies, the Goldonian Central Army and the Horsemen's Army, not first seen in the Central Plains, but there is no rush for the Old General.

Neither the burning stones, oil jars, nor the tens of thousands of arrows pouring down like rain from more than a hundred stone throwers could destroy the function of the fortress in any way.

"First, calm down, take a breath if anything happens, then think. This fortress won't shake in a breath."

Unlike the battle of the wild, the battle of the castle does not change like the eyes of a cat.

Patience and elaborate plans say things.

A roar sounds and the burning stone destroys the arrowhead roof installed above the fort.

But no one panics when they see a collapsing roof.

Above the walls, there is a small hole in its floor, where a wooden pile is plugged in to build a platform and put on a wooden roof.

Arrows that reach above the walls are mostly parabolic and descending from a distance.

If the ceiling is applied, the shooting of the bow dramatically reduces the damage to the soldiers.

Of course I can't stand a stone thrower or a big crossbow, but if it breaks, you just have to throw it away and put on a new roof.

The roof of the simple structure of the fitting was restored back to normal in minutes, even if it was destroyed.

"Uncle Magino! The fortress has not been frightened by the onslaught of the past few days!

"Conversely, the enemy is pulling back three degrees with great damage! Why don't we chase this place once and see?

The old general grins and shakes his head.

"Ha, that's a dangerous idea. I want more than that even though it's working now, that's one of the causes of the debacle"

I stopped by a window where the whole thing could be seen and spoke only gently.

"Time is on our side. It is the enemy, not us, who need to adventure. Just spot the adventures of your enemies and crush them, and victory will roll in."

"Ha, I said I went too far"

"Fine, it has to be with young people. It's enough to settle down after Grandpa."

The Gordonian army gathers forces in the center to forcefully break through.

But the arrows of the attackers mostly stopped on the roof to no avail, and the arrows of the fortified soldiers, which were beaten down on the contrary, defeated the Goldonian soldiers with fierce momentum.

The stone throwers that sporadically blow up soldiers from roof to roof have not been hit in any way by the heavy fortress body either.

A number of holes, intentionally made mouths open in the walls of the towering walls and a bowgun sticks out, taking the lives of even more Goldonian soldiers.

Some soldiers attach to the walls, but the holes in the walls are narrow enough not to let them in, and in the end they have to climb up a ladder.

You keep getting arrows in the meantime.

When quite a few soldiers attach to the walls, the arrows flash and the bowgun windows close.

A large amount of lit oil poured out of the top window, burning and killing the soldier who was about to run the ladder without leaving him.

"Goldonia's 4th Attack Defeated!

"But the enemy cavalry is making a detour through the eastern forest."

No matter how robust the castle fort is, there is a fragile part.

The Gordonian cavalry attempted to break through because the terrain prevented the building of high walls and only a simple fort and fence could be seen.

"Uncle Magino!

"There's a spear squad positioned there. Don't worry."

The cavalry tried to run through the gap in the moat all at once, but the ground sinks in as the lead enters the gap.

He also fell behind so as to be caught up, and fell into a neglectful mayhem.

There were no gaps in the moat, just soiled it with a thin plate on it.

A few infantrymen would be fine, but if a large crowd or heavy horses rode, they would fall into a deep moat.

One spear soldier after another jumps out of the hidden position, driving away the cavalry that disrupted the formation and killing all the soldiers who fell into the moat.

It also rained an arrow on the infantry that was about to follow the cavalry, retreating to roll.

"There is no panic. Calm down and you'll keep your enemies safe."

The old Count's men smiled back to disgrace the pulled face.

"I wonder if any more messengers have put out to Loreil than that yet?

The old general's only concern was the issue of replenishment.

Arrows and oil are supposed to arrive from Loreil every day, but they haven't arrived since yesterday.

There is also a stockpile in the fortress, so it is not an immediate problem, but it is not a story that can be ignored.

"Count Fayeltin hated me... but I don't want to talk about it."

"If you're stalling supplies for harassing your uncle, it's stupid. I guess not..."

"I hope it's a minor mistake, because it's a matter of state."

There is a bummer and a soldier jumps into the command room.

The rush contrasted with the quiet old general, his men.

"Don't panic and report accurately..."

The old general smiles softly in an attempt to calm the soldiers, but the soldiers rudely blocked it.

"A bunch of enemies raid Loreil through the Elg Forest!! The town has fallen, Count Fayeltin is dead in battle!! I repeat - Loreil is faulty!!

My men lose me for a moment and still look back at the old general calmly, as the esteemed boss said.

"Uncle Magino... how do I deal with it"

The old general opens his eyes and opens his mouth flashly.

There is no chill in his upset eyes, and he reaches out his trembling hands to the tea on the table.

The cup slipped off its hand onto the floor, smashing and scattering.

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Agil-Hardlett, 21, late summer, during the war.

Sub-slave unit 11200.

Infantry 2700 Cavalry 1500 Archer 800 Engineer 200 Bow Cavalry 6000

Leoporto (General Staff and Deputy Commander-in-Chief) Celia (Deputy Secretary/Escort Captain) Iridina (Commander) under Military Affairs

Luna (Bow Cavalry Commander) Pipi (Mascot)

Current point loreil

Results Trier Army Eastern Defense Corps Destruction (Surrender) - Loreil Takeover