Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Portlandell Siege Magrad Position

In a tent strewn over a small high hill overlooking Portlandel, an anger of the name flies that says the meeting of the Magrad army commanders participating in the siege.

"The enemy has multiplied the fog and has already landed nearly 10,000. The siege is no longer broken, we should lift the siege and build a line of defense."

Looking down at the town of Portland Dell with a bitter worm-bitten face, a great crossbow rests on the foundations stacked with fragments of a broken city wall, and archers are arrayed in each house room.

It was clear that we could no longer attack with cheap force attacks.

"Say what! If we pull, tens of thousands of enemies on the eastern shore will come up! More than the same number of enemies in the field...... you still say it can destroy an army led by Sir Hardlett too!?

"Is further landing being pushed by the Navy?"

"What's stupid, because we're the ones they're pulling inside Portlandel. If you back off, you'll be on your way to burn down the Navy stronghold. Then they'll come across as much as they want."

"It seems that the landing on the southern side succeeded in isolating and destroying the vanguard as we should. But still, weather recovery is now preventing us from landing. I can't expect any more reinforcements..."

"It's like attacking less than 10,000 enemies for 30,000 in the first place and hustling about our incompetence like reinforcements."

"I don't know what else to do... but Portland is falling apart, and the town with the city walls, our trumpet infantry, can't be more powerful."

"If we continue the siege, won't we run out of food and arrowballs, too?

"There should have been enough food left in the city. Besides, the Navy can disrupt large-scale transportation, but it can prevent traffic to and from decimal places at night. You can sit on the river forever."

The argument stopped and an unpleasant silence flowed.

"… can't we keep gluing and reconciling?

One commander who speaks of harmony is exposed to a storm of curse.

"You fomented the people by raising taxes and conscripts before the war? If we make peace, we'll be sentenced to private imprisonment."

"First Goldonia is supposed to take it. The king of the land is ruthless and greedy. They won't stop until they swallow us."

"Anyway, I can't help but hold my finger. Anyway, repeat the small attack and look for the enemy's weaknesses. If you get a chance, you can do a night raid."

"That's all there is..."

"Abominable..."

Eventually, the meeting ended with confirmation that there was no batter at present and that it would continue as before.

We all understood that the war was not ruinous, but it was never a good situation, and that the slightest trigger would cause us to roll off.

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Biard, King's Capital of the Kingdom of Malt

A big man walks down the hallway of the royal palace.

But the muscular splendid body moves slowly and unstable with a weak hand against the wall.

The guard around who saw the man is surprised and becomes upright immovable.

"Lord Brutus! Are you back?!?

"Well, you can't sleep forever."

Brutus takes his hands off the wall and stretches his spine.

The soldier who sees it is convinced of his recovery and loosens his cheeks.

"I have something for you, so I'm going with this. Encourage your duties!

"Ha!"

Brutus laid his hands on the wall again as the soldiers walked away, roughing his breath.

"My lord! You must not force yourself!

It was his secretary who supported his shoulders.

I can't hide my health from her, even taking care of me around her.

"It hurt my gut. Originally rest in January..."

"Not in such cases. His Royal Highness Pablo is gathering soldiers... what are you going to do with that idiot"

Pablo, responsible for himself and the leader of the rebellion, but so well grasps his incompetence.

There is no respect or respect only for using it to steer our country in a better direction.

"I don't know. Because there's nothing harder to read than what a true fool thinks."

Eventually the two arrive in front of Pablo's private room.

"Your Highness! Please don't, it hurts!

"Shut up! I'll pour you my noble seed, I'll gladly take it, you shitty bitch!

"Grrr!! Stop it!!

Excuse me, Your Highness.

Ignoring the screams heard from the indoors, Brutus knocks on the door hard.

I hear evil voices and quiet, and the maid comes out.

The clothes have been torn and the face has been punched or swollen.

Furthermore, the thick crotch of the dress was stained bright red.

I guess he was hurt with a blade more directly, not about the bleeding of a tortoise.

He runs away crying and rolling.

"Chi... in a good place... no, Brutus, did you finally get up? He's weak."

"Sorry I'm immature"

"So, what's it like? You interrupted my fun. That must be quite a reason, huh?

Brutus doesn't change his expression.

Anger is what happens when expectations are betrayed.

"I heard that in His Highness's name an army was being collected in the Wang capital, and even conscripted from the countryside, so I would like to tell you what happened."

Pablo's expression shines as soon as possible.

"Uhm, well heard! Actually, there was a messenger here the other day more than Magrad."

"Magrad?... is it?

Magrad is not connected to Mort in the north, but also by land, and the relationship is extremely thin and the people won't even know each other exists.

"Yes! Even though you were on the bed, do you know that Goldonia and Magrad started the war? In that war, Goldonia lost a great deal of the first battle, and defeat seems to be only a matter of time. Then there is a good opportunity to expand our territory as well! Give me the abominable hardlet realm of the North!

Brutus feels his head turning bright white for a moment, making sure he doesn't really have gray hair.

"Ha! You can't serve at that rate! I'll take command straight away, and I'll crush them. If it works, everyone else will admit I deserve a king more than Illario!

"Your Highness, that won't happen! I bet you can believe what Magrad calls the Great Goldonian Defeat..."

Believe without taking the statements of the countries that are parties to the battle behind it.

Brutus had a sweet look at Pablo's low brain.

And I told you the truth in a hurry.

"Shut up! Hardlet... I'm pretty sure he's away! If we attack now, we can swallow everything! Did the injury make you weak to the heart, Brutus!

"Even if it is now, if the war is over, it will go out with Goldonia!

"Shut up. Shut up! I thought you said momentum was important to the war! Now is the time for cowards to sleep in bed!

Pablo finally kicked Brutus out of his room.

After he and his secretary leave the room, I hear things breaking out of the room.

"I say it's this way you want to smash something down."

The secretary sighed.

"[Helvi] This is bad."

"Yes, I'm sure Sir Hardlett will be in the service as well, and the gear is thin, if we go well, we might even be able to get to Rafen...... but"

"Sir Hardlett will turn it into a heavy town in Goldonia, a great nobleman, and even if we can finally successfully cut off the territory, if the war with Magrad is over, the Gordonian army will push over with a guy as mad as a fiery fire"

"The Gordonian army says more than 100,000 in the Standing Army alone. It's a mistake to compare it to our country in the first place."

The army of the Kingdom of Malt will be able to gather up to 2,000, or 10,000 in an emergency, but it will be gathered together.

"Besides... there's probably Master Celestina"

Neither Helvi nor Brutus hated Celestina.

It's just that we decided to eliminate the country as it was destroyed.

Many of the soldiers still have feelings of guilt for Celestina.

I don't know what would happen if she stood before those soldiers again, not to mention the fatherland being right this time around.

"Call on the soldiers and stop them whenever possible. Fighting with Gordonia will destroy the country."

No way could I have believed what the Magrad envoy calls a Magrad must-win.

Rather, it can also be described as a dangerous sign that even distant small countries bother to send out messengers.

"I'll do whatever I can."

But the efforts of the two disappear with blisters.

A few days later, it was announced in the name of Pablo that he would receive long-term care outside the King's Capital in Brutus and the consequent suspension of his military nationality.

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North Terriers River Basin at the beginning of the war

"[Reed] Captain, the flow here is slow. Let's unload the anchor and wait."

"Um, shall we?"

Carzis, a medium-sized battleship of the Magrad Navy, unloads the anchor and stops the ship's foot.

Try not to see it from the front.

"But is it really coming?

"I heard from my home country that there's no doubt about this information."

We cannot afford to let one battleship play while the war against Goldonia continues.

Nonetheless, there was a reason Carzis was coming away from the enemy's expected landing point.

"Last time, we caught thousands of gold coins alongside valuable high-performance bowguns."

"It's a war, and you can hunt the Goldonian merchant ships with dignity."

Magrad can't be described as dominant in land forces, but he overwhelms Goldonia on the river.

Naturally the deal using the river in Gordonia disappeared, but some merchant ships still come to hide from the poor profits on land.

That's good enough reason to send a battleship if you can get a whole bunch of valuable trades.

Carzis has also tailored a large Goldonian battleship in the previous year's battle.

It's supposed to be an extra machete for a merchant hunt, but this mission is special.

"War eats gold like hot water, and as we're poorer than Gordonia, we need to get a little money."

The captain laughs.

That's when the watch shouts out.

"Coming forward! Large merchant ship...... deeply drained! It's loaded with heavy loads!

"You're here! Flag, check the flag!!

"... the flag is... the Olga Federation flag! It's not just the mast, it's two on the bow and stern!

"Excessive flag... definitely that ship"

Only one flag is usually raised to distinguish between nationalities in the most prominent part of the mast.

It's just weird, like standing on the bow or the stern.

Carzis came this time only to target this one ship.

Transport vessels carrying gold coins deposited with the Federation Chamber of Commerce to the Goldonian homeland, loaded with hundreds of thousands of gold coins and lumps, should be the cost of the war.

They fly the flag of the Olga Federation to avert the raid, but it's definitely a Gordonian ship.

"You're right. Definitely... there's one escort, and this is exactly what I was hearing."

"The information network in my country is brilliant."

A deputy laughs at the superior captain.

"They say there are spies who devoured everything into the heart of Goldonia. … more or less a greedy merchant, but prying into it is beyond the realm."

"Right. There is one thing we need to do. All you have to do is fight your enemies for the victory of your country!

"Whoa, we're not sinking this time. Keep the ship intact and kill all sailors. It's too much money to sink."

Taking away a huge amount of gold coins would be a huge blow to Goldonia, but if you take it, it makes twice as much sense.

"Place it! You're gonna lay it down and get in all at once!

"Get ready for the Catapult and the Great Crossbow! But don't use fire? If it burns, I can't get my hands on it."

The sailor moves agile, and Carzis sees it, sees it. Accelerates.

The merchant ship, which was barely visible at first, instantly grew larger.

"They're not going anywhere. Those are the messed up ones!

"You're relieved to raise the flag of lies. Come on, let's remind him!

The crew looked out of the merchant ship as Carzis approached close range, with a pompous mouth open.

"Shoot!"

An iron ball flies from the stone thrower and arrows strike the deck of one merchant ship after another.

"Wow! He's shooting at me!

"Why! We should...!

Panicked crew escapes.

"Well, the Gordonians are all going to kill you. There's no war on the enemy, get in!

"Ooooooo!!

One rope after another, a soldier boards in from Carzis.

The ship, seen as an escort, was just watching without disturbing it.

"I'm coming too! A soldier might shrug a gold coin."

"Ha ha, then the captain will put it together and tickle it and please enjoy it later"

Reed flies around using ropes in a way much more familiar than the soldiers.

The skill I have honed over the years has not faded since I became captain.

Massacres have already begun on the ships that have been transferred.

A sailor with only a round waist or a degree of apology is slaughtered and killed one after the other.

"Captain Reed! We'll be cleaning up soon."

"Um, but above all, it's gold. It would be inappropriate if you could hold it and set it on fire. Find it!"

"Ha! I'm putting in the numbers now and looking for those at the bottom of the boat!

"I'll take care of it. I'm rambling here!

Saying, Reed completely trumps off one of the sailors with the sword.

"Gordonian bastard, don't think you can get up on land alive!

"You guys... you can't just do this! My name will be Allensky!

"Tell me yet, you liar!

Cut off a sailor in a little good clothes.

It is illegal to say that the situation is unfavourable and to disguise it as a ship of another country, while at the same time defiling pride as a sailor.

Reed, a biological sailor, did not hide his anger.

The deck will be hell for a while, and eventually most sailors can be truncated and have a sea of blood.

"Is it over yet? But what are the guys at the bottom of the ship doing? Sooner or later, the sun will go down."

Reed sits back on the corpse of a slashed and abandoned sailor and stretches boringly.

Then I heard the sound of running up the stairs leading to the bottom of the ship.

"Finally...... what are you guys scraping?" Oh my God, Captain!!

All sailors look heavily seasick.

"What? I didn't think there was any gold..."

"It was a barrel of wine that was piled on the bottom of the boat! It was because of the deep water intake!

The sailor offers the paper with his trembling hands.

Reed hits it.

"Tariff...... From Beresque...... To Missile... Loading...... Wine Barrel"

Reed throws down the paper and jumps into the captain's chamber-like room.

Scratch indoors, destroy locked drawers with a sword from desk to desk and drag out the contents.

"There it is! Shipowner's Proof!............... Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Damn!!"

The paper disappears into the sky abruptly on a breeze.

[Ship Book Olga Federal Merchant Shipowner Baron Allensky Ship Name Lucitania]

The ship, thought to be an escort, is already turning its bow and moving far away.

But the frightened Carzis sailors had no room for pursuit.

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Agil-Hardlet, 22, during the Fall War.

Third Legion Commander

Sub-slave unit 42700.

Portlandell

Royal Army 6400.

Eastern Shore

Us Army 8000 (in action troops only)

Infantry 2500 Cavalry 500 Archer 700 Engineer 300 Bow Cavalry 4000

10 cannons (1 authentic)

Two regiments of Royal Army, 20300.

Neighborhood Horse Army, 8,000.

Technically not under the command of the protagonist.

Another frame, Rafen Defense Corps, 1000.

Leoporto (Deputy Commander) Celia (Deputy Injured) Myra (Commander) Iridina (Commander Injured) under Military Affairs

Luna (Bow Cavalry Commander) Pipi (Bote Belly) Tristan (Voicemail) Gido (Heavy Duty)

Current Location Portland Dell

Results Port Randell Fall