Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Royal Maltese Army Command

"Why not!? Wrong way? Fools or you guys!!

Pablo's anger sounds and one of his men gets kicked.

Hundreds of advance squads were ahead of the 10,000 main squadrons for reconnaissance and terrain confirmation.

The advance team contacted me that the road was cut off when it reached the swamp.

The main unit was already following the advance team, so it would be a considerable waste of time if we were to return.

"Where did I go wrong... to say I came along the road!

"Your Highness, maybe I was wrong from the beginning..."

"What? Didn't you leave in the direction of Rafen properly? I checked the signs, too."

"The... could the sign itself have been a deception?

The air stopped for a moment.

"Damn! Damn it!! You deceitful, cowardly bastards!

"Enemies are easy, too. I didn't know you'd be caught in the hands like a kid's prank."

Illario mocks Pablo for this luck, but the commanders' eyes are cold.

I would point it out at that point if I really knew.

That means two big adults all caught up in childish hands.

"Your Highness, more and more people are falling ill in the troops. Especially those with severe abdominal pain and diarrhoea, not many of whom could not stand the march..."

"Throw away such a weak man!

"Guess this is some fine work done to the water in the well." Shut up! If you care about abdominal pain or something!? Just get back on the road. Take back the delay in the forcible army!

No one said anything more.

I knew Pablo wouldn't listen, and Ilario rarely gives constructive opinions, although people criticize him.

"Such as abandoning the sick soldier..."

"But we don't have a choice, and we can't afford food anymore. If you take him, he won't be able to move until we do."

"Let's leave the wounded and sick soldiers who can't move solidify themselves in the water field. With good water, we can survive to a certain extent, and we cannot be outrageous enough to kill all those whose enemies cannot move."

Faces other than the two royalties are dark.

Because we had no wonder that the invading army, Goldonia, had no pity.

"Enemy attack! Left direction, number... about fifty!

"... again"

He has been subjected to frequent attacks by small forces since passing the first village.

This time again, an arrow poured down from the top of the hill, killing dozens of soldiers.

"Shit, it's the wooden end again! Go after him and smash him!!

Infantry and cavalry rush to Pablo's life.

But the bow did not reach the enemy, who disappeared on the ridge of the hill, and he could no longer catch up when he desperately climbed through the hill.

The cavalry tried to pack the distance, but refused because across the hill it was a wetland zone and if you step poorly into it, you would be unable to move.

"Again... I am laying down my soldiers deciding from the beginning in the direction of escape. We're being lured."

One of the commanders makes a pitiful voice.

The damage caused by the attack is insignificant, but today alone is the third time the raid has been carried out, and this way the morale of the soldiers will not increase if they are slapped with ticks from side to side.

Since further crossing the border, the size is small, but there are no days when they will not be attacked at night, and the soldiers have not been able to sleep safely.

Every time the woods, hills and swamps get into your eyes, the sleepless soldiers are threatened.

The marching speed drops even more, and no matter how angry Pablo gets, he doesn't walk as fast as an old cow.

"If Lord Brutus were here..."

"Hey, you! What did I just say!

Pablo grabs the chest barn of one commander who squealed bossly and punches him.

The commander collapses and bleeds his nose, but he punches him from the top of his helmet, so Pablo looks at him as if his hands hurt too.

"What a dissatisfaction I have when I'm in command of his superior! Next time I say it, I'm gonna jump your neck!

Whatever you say, Pablo won't listen.

The soldiers no longer had anything else to keep their destiny in heaven.

"Captain, what are you looking at?

"It's empty. It's the same winter sky as my home sky."

"I'm not so far apart."

"Look at you, too. Put it down."

"Ha..."

"This could be the last time."

It was the fourth raid of the day, the sound of the battle again from the rear of the main unit that began to turn back the way it had originally come.

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At the same time, Zan-Dora Defense Command.

"Hmm, you're probably right."

"It was the twelfth and seventeen squadrons that were captured by missed escapes and suffered more than half of the damage. The four squadrons that lost more than ten men are the third, sixth, tenth and nineteenth squadrons."

"Yeah, let's get 12 and 17 down to Zan-Dora once and restructure. Otherwise, let's pack the distance between the teams and make them work together."

To the extent that the damage is slightly more than a hundred, it is terribly little to have ten times as many enemies in sight.

On the map spread, from 1 to 20, a pawn is placed that mimics each unit to be formed by fifty men, and the red-painted pawn placed at its center indicates the enemy.

Because the scouts are sticking up, we were able to know exactly where they were.

"It's time for the enemy advance team to hit the swamp. You realize you're going the wrong way, and you're going to flip it, so move the 4th squad and frustrate your nose."

A pawn marked 4 moves over the enemy's turning path.

"He really commands without looking at the battlefield at all."

"I've never seen anything like it."

Later I looked at Tristan, who had spread the book of readings just waiting, and told him like a commando soldier was frightened.

But there is no suspicious color in his eyes.

There was no way I could actually complain about being shown my arm to keep fighting ten times as well against my opponent.

"Defense Command, this is an emergency report. It looks like the enemy has dispatched some troops to a thorough sentry post."

"That's tough. Let's move the troops here and here. Sentinel units aren't that powerful, if you lure them in well, they'll be able to destroy them the other way around."

There is no rushing color in Tristan, who gives instructions with one hand the book against words.

"If we're going to get the sentry out, we have to get it out when the enemy's in front. Everything around me is suspicious. It doesn't make much sense to put it out now... and this enemy is as the book says."

Trystan opens the book in his hand to a soldier who peeks intriguingly into it.

"See, contraindications in war. [Invades enemies without grasping their topography and path] [uses food and water left over from enemy lands] [does not scrutinize and believe information obtained in enemy lands] …? The enemy is doing everything he shouldn't, he can't help it."

"Still think it's at the command's disposal to allow ten times more enemies to march barely?

"The enemy doesn't seem to have a soldier he's used to enough to form a variety of formations. Because if you hit 50 out of 10,000 lengthwise stretches, it's 100 or so to deal with them in real terms. It'll be easier if you run away before we get together."

"Is that what it is"

"Yeah, the best thing for the enemy was to stick it up to Rafen in a straight line. If you stick me straight in from the front, I'll live ten times as many. I was ready for the Rafen perimeter, but it was much harder to fight than it is now."

When dealing with an oligarchy, it is often best to push without small work.

You remember when you lost yourself. Tristan looks a little nasty.

"I didn't think I could make a peasant country like that, either. I wonder if this is fate, too."

"So if the enemy changes tactics in the future and pushes us all the way here to Zan-Dora at a glance, we're in a predicament?

"That's right... I'm leaving about 300 bow cavalry just in case... that would have been a bad idea"

Tristan laughs because the soldier also looks anxious.

"But it's too late. 'Cause you see..."

Tristan releases a baton to a map placed on his desk just saying he stopped thinking.

Clear his ears, on the watchtower, the soldiers were cheering for the rest of their lives.

"The enemy doesn't have a numerical advantage anymore."

A black flag was rising from across the ridge.

It's not the fog or the sand the winter wind brought in that smokes thinly.

It was dirt smoke with thousands of horseshoes winding up.

"Time's up."

The soldiers in command also face out the window and wave the flag.

The main power of the lord has finally returned from Magrad.

At the end of his job, Tristan started reading books with tea in one hand.

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"An allied flag is waving in Zan-Dora! There's no siege."

Celia speaks happily.

"You got Tristan to work. Zan-Dora was ready to fall, but it's a big deal."

"It won't be a problem with 10,000 or the army there when we arrive. Let's crush him thoroughly."

"I'm gonna skewer you!

Myra and Irijina also have high morale.

But don't be too drastic.

"... ugh"

Look, Celestina's in trouble.

For her, she was a people to protect, not to say she kicked herself out.

There is a verse that particularly gentle Celestina thinks it is her fault that she was kicked out.

On the road to Zan-Dora, Gido was returned to Rafen and Celestina was summoned.

There was a slight delay in time, but the war situation conveyed by Tristan was not so pessimistic, and bringing her in should have had a greater advantage than first arriving two days a day.

"Look, come on"

Hold up Celestina hugging Monica.

"... brother, are you going to kill all the Mort soldiers?

"Naturally! They are the invading armies, it's hard to think they can go home alive!!

Put your finger in Celia's mouth to stop the chase.

When I thought I shut up, I turned red in my face and licked my fingers.

I think Celia's been getting a liking lately.

"I can't help fighting because you attacked me. If you keep it that way, we'll all be like Celestina's father."

"Yeah, but... it's because of the concubine that this happened. Can't we just get rid of it?

There's no way you can do that in a war.

But we can and will not have a thorough pursuit.

"It's a fight. Still, I'll keep the dead from coming out as long as I can. So would Celestina be willing to cooperate?

Celestina's smile dazzles brightened.

"Uhm! Of course not! I'll do whatever my concubine can."

All right, all right, I'll stroke your head and give Monica back her invigorated little sun.

And a word in her ear.

"When the battle starts, don't let them out of the tent, let them drink and sleep."

Monica doesn't know what's going to happen on the battlefield, either.

Usually she bites. She nodded without saying anything either.

"... so how did you get to me?

After a night's rest in Zan-Dora, we go out to fight our enemies.

With my arrival, the defense forces have lost their meaning, so all the troops who were working hard have been put back to Zan-Dora to rest, Tristan has lost his position as Defense Commander and is accompanying me.

"The defense battle is over, isn't it? Please return me to Rafen."

"That's not true. Your job will be to see to the end."

"Uh, it's cold."

You luxurious bastard, there's no such thing as a central plain winter compared to the Federation.

Plus what to say while riding a carriage with a roof.

"Why don't you practice riding horses!? You must be military."

"I don't like it. I'm gonna die."

Tristan's motor vocal dementia is muscular.

The blade is also being dropped, as is the sword stabbed in the lower back as a first ritual.

Because the likelihood of cutting off one's feet is overwhelming on top of not being able to use it busily even with a blade on it.

Falling horses as soon as I put them on horses, and the sight of them falling out of my head comes to my attention.

"That's enough. So, do you have any particular reports?

"Ha... that's enough. The enemy continues to march in vain, and it is the force that is not so diminished, but exhausted by intermittent ambushes. As I've reported, it's less sophisticated, and the defense against surprise attacks is less than satisfactory."

"Hmm, you know where it is?

"Yeah, it's here on the map now...... it should be through the woods. We are marching slowly in preparation for our ambush, and it will likely take until tomorrow morning to pull out."

"All right, then let's move on to the plains through the woods. Beat it at once in an open place. Put the Spear Cavalry and the Bow Cavalry forward in smaller units, and don't slap the enemy scouts from one end to get a hold of this one."

"Isn't that nice?"

"You speak disrespectfully again!

"I think that's fine too"

"Finally! Finally!!

Myra doesn't seem to be dissimilar either.

I'll teach them to call it a real field fight.

Next day at noon

"I see you.... That's a terrible line."

10,000 Mort Royal Army troops coming like snakes in long columns.

The whole thing is a real vertical team walking technologically over the streets, with no troops deploying left or right.

"Let's just say you haven't noticed our presence. It's enemy territory. What is marching in two grand rows, audacious or stupid?"

It was like a defenseless formation in the king's capital doing a triumphal ceremony.

"You must be an asshole," "You're an asshole," "You're an asshole!!

This means you can ambush all you want.

"If I had laid down my cavalry on the side, it might have been decided at this moment."

"... sorry"

I'm not blaming Myra for anything.

I just thought Leopold would have done that.

And I don't want to destroy it.

"The enemy has noticed this way...... left or right? Deploying to"

"That wasn't a left-right expansion, it just spread appropriately"

"The Royal Army and the Infantry stay on the horizontal line and the cavalry expand left and right and move to pinch!

Myra's instructions move the soldiers.

I'm not going to brag about it, but the Royal Army Eirich trained, the one I trained, moves so fast that I wonder if the course of time is different from the Malt Army in front of me.

We keep our distance from confused enemies.

The enemy in panic to see looked like he was hitting around trying to get soldiers forward anyway.

Then an archer-like group appears to scratch the line of enemies.

Shortly after giving instructions to set up a shield on his side, an arrow was released simultaneously.

"What are you going to do?

But the distance is still far.

At this distance, there will be no certainty at all about the extent to which the highly skilled among the bow cavalry can finally reach them, their aim, etc.

The indicative arrow falls vainly to the ground, with no damage whatsoever.

A smile leaks from an ally soldier.

"Do you want to fire?

"It's a waste of arrows, let it go until you're in range"

Soldiers on your side packing the distance with fast feet.

"Fast Foot!

The foot of an ally who was walking early is even faster.

I feel like a voice of agitation is leaking from the enemy formation.

"Run!"

The allies increase their speed slightly while disturbing the line.

Already in the range of the arrow, the enemy attempts to fire the arrow again.

"Fire."

"Yikes!!

The archers and bow cavalry of the allies simultaneously simultaneously took control of the flight ahead, and unlike their playful simultaneous shooting, the thousands of arrows that rose high fall over the enemy's head as they draw parabolas.

"Wow!" "What the hell? Ah!

The aim is accurate and powerful for rising high.

The avant-garde and archers fell flabby, and the line was disturbed all at once.

The commander couldn't have missed that opportunity.

"Assault!

"Ooh, ooh!"

At the same time the soldiers walked as fast as they could screaming.

I don't have time to shoot the next arrow anymore.

The enemy also feels slightly pushed just by watching this advance.

"Coming! Here they come. Ooh!

"No, no, no! Mother!"

"Wow."

The White Soldier War began on one side, slamming the shielded enemy with the momentum that ran spears and swords.

This one is superior in military terms, so the cavalry is keeping the infantry from the front and the cavalry waiting on the side.

If the enemy starts to collapse or tries to change formation, they storm and scratch at once.

"Well, let's see how much Mort's soldiers are."

First of all, I saw him clash to know the enemy.

"Enemy, it's breaking down!

"Amen!?

Myra and I looked at each other unexpectedly in Celia's voice.

"Collapsed? It's not even five minutes since the collision."

"But now..."

If you look at it, the Mort army's line is collapsing and fleeing and scattering in disorder.

A fleeing soldier pushed the soldier behind him, and what fell was trampled and desperate.

It was an authentic breakdown that was neither deceptive nor retrogressive.

"I'm weak. What a weakness."

"The skewers...... another time!

Myra shudders and puts down the spear that both Irigina and I were going to shake.

"Waiting for orders on what to do with the bow cavalry"

They broke down so fast, they asked what Luna should do.

If we chase them here, we'll definitely be able to destroy them.

There is quite a distance to their territory.

Repeat the pursuit for days and that should be the only way we can get into a situation where no one can go home.

"No, the pursuit is good. If you have a unit that's going to stop, shoot an arrow and collapse."

"No! This place should be wiped out in one piece!

Celia is right.

But I guess Monica failed to delude herself, because Celestina is half-faced from the tent with a sad face from earlier.

"That brittleness, just weakness, doesn't explain it. Maybe I don't have any morale at all for some reason."

Tristan pinches his mouth as he drinks tea.

"I guess, then it's okay to let them get away with it now. Plus, if you kill all those people, the malt could collapse."

Enemy soldiers are 10,000 and the Kingdom of Malt is 200,000.

But soldiers will have families to feed, and if they are peasant conscripts, they are also farmland workers.

It is also possible that if all of them disappear, they will become irreversible as a nation.

That doesn't make any sense.

We brought Celestina to a dangerous battlefield to do something about the malt.

"The battle... I don't like it anymore"

Celestina buries her face in Monica with half a cry.

Don't worry, we won't be killing each other anymore, if that's what you expected.

Almost none of this damage is done to the enemy that collapsed unilaterally.

The enemy's immediate escape and failure to fight in pursuit have caused damage of a thousand degrees.

We immediately resumed our march and invaded the Kingdom of Malt by crossing the border in reverse while moderately driving out our retreating enemies.

Christoph also fell and fainted when an arrow appropriately released from the fleeing enemy hit his helmet slightly on the wind, but he was not injured.

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[]/(n) understudy/

"Pull yourself out and stay still. 'Cause I'm gonna adore you."

"Lord... it's my day to hold an egg..."

"Then have my baby, are you ready?

"Oh... to my mother too... heh, fat! Ouch no no no!!

"Be patient, it'll get better soon"

"Ahhh lord! I admire you, Lord! Nice...... love it no no no!!

"Let's go! Whoa!!

"Ikww!!

The two screams stop, and the maid who shifted her underwear while dressed and dew her chest collapses.

He asked for another kiss with a sweet face and tangled his tongue enough before falling off the bed and bowing his head.

"Thank you, Melissa"

"Uh yeah...... If you're satisfied, that's fine."

Melissa's groin is stabbed with a tightly wet tension.

Sole had the woman's love liquid stained all the way to her core and was fading black.

"I don't think I could stand the time without your lord if Mr. Melissa wasn't here. There are two other kids who want you to deal with..."

"Uh yeah. If you want to take a break, I'll deal with you."

"Good! We were all lonely and comforting each other while the lord was gone, but it wasn't enough at all... so they both like rape, so I want them to be forced to attack me. One of you can fuck your ass."

"Rape..."

"Mr. Melissa, you're really sweet... and you look good, and if you hadn't met your lord, you might have been captivated by Mr. Melissa."

Shh, the maid gets her clothes done and runs away hiding her face.

Melissa, left alone, sipped water in a cup before sighing.

"Three maids by day... Katrine and Maria by night..."

Drop your shoulders disappointingly and pull through the tension shape.

"How did this happen...... how did this happen -!!

Melissa's screams echo in the room uninhabited.

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Agil-Hardlett, 22, during the Winter War.

Third Legion Commander

Sub-slave unit 22850.

My army 7880.

Infantry 2480 Cavalry 500 Archer 700 Engineer 300 Bow Cavalry 3900

Seven cannons.

One army of Royal Army, 14970.

Celia (deputy officer) Myra (deputy commander) Irijina (commander)

Luna (Bow Cavalry Commander) Pipitristan (Defensive Army Commander) Gido (Seriously Injured)

Current Location Mort Border

Results Portlandel Falls Magrad Legion Destroys Radgarph One-Horse Victory King's Capital Odros Falls (Co)

Reinforced Royal Malt Army Defeated