Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

End of Summer West Plains Central

The western plains are still hot, and in some days they can be wrapped in unpleasant humidity, but today it was easy to spend a few minutes with strong winds blowing from the sea.

It would also be a comparable breeze to angel exhalation, especially for soldiers who put together iron armor and expose themselves to the flames.

"You're here at last..."

The name of the quietly murmuring man was Ivan-Garchenko, the commander-in-chief of the Olga Confederate army assembled in the land.

Age is a little over fifty and gray hair stands out on his head.

But the overflowing hegemony of just sitting quietly never belongs to an old man tired of life.

He was releasing more majesty than the men of the cleavers lining up around him as soldiers in the war.

"Ha! The fools will do it."

All soldiers have already seen the Garland Imperial Army stretching out onto the western plains in front of them and the unblocked horizon.

You're ready for interception.

"Of course, sir, Commander Garchenko. Your men are ready for battle."

"Hmmm...... well trained"

The Confederate army is formed mostly by gathering soldiers held by local state governments and nobles, with the exception of elite units that are under the direct authority of the King's Government and in the vicinity of the King's Capital.

Normally, gathering the Horsemen would not be a decent battle force.

However, the Confederate state army and the Horsemen have been organized and trained from the outset on the assumption that they will be integrated in time of war as Confederate forces.

It was fundamentally different from a population of mere gatherings.

"800,000 troops... but from here on out, there are even more enemies."

In the middle of the western plains, there are 800,000 Confederates lined up to fill the only meadow with nothing, but there are more enemies in sight to march slowly than that.

"According to spy reports, more than two million people have been mobilized for this expedition."

Garchenko sighs just as loudly.

"Two million is a lump at a time... stupid"

"The Garland guys are barbarians who are just crude. Our senses don't make sense."

In war numbers sometimes become more important than quality.

But there are limits to that.

If infinite food and water, medicine and clean toilets can be secured, two million large armies will show unmatched strength.

But in reality, that's impossible. Each 100,000 separate teams flanked with 800,000 assembled in the Federation and the land… We mobilized a large number of carriages and husbands to prepare mountain-like reserves to maintain a total of a million.

"Well, they're the invading armies. They don't want to stockpile supplies."

"Originally, it's a stone to form a multidimensional army divided into 100,000 units."

Each of Garchenko's men is also talented enough to lead an army.

I was therefore not overly afraid of a large army like the one that threw supplies at me.

"It could have been a bit of a hassle if you had dispersed us from west to east of the Western Plains."

Because the Imperial Army has approached us as one group, Garchenko has also been able to concentrate his power.

If you would have advanced to pieces, for a large number, it would have been troublesome with the possibility of penetration behind you.

"However, there is probably only a large number, sometimes pressured by the pressure, but in that case, you should not hesitate to lower it while working with the surrounding area. It's not like the plains or the walls are blocking it."

It is undoubtedly on the side of the Empire to do all we can if we continue to fight backwards while maintaining discipline.

The question of numbers, the question of supplies, everything was in the Federation's favor.

"We also have sea transport."

"Well, I'm a doorman in a naval battle, but the Imperial fleet just lines up big ships, and the tactics are like pirates."

Sometimes the last war with the Empire was an ambush attack, sometimes a temporary disadvantage in land warfare.

It was the victory of the sea battle that saved it, unlike the land battle that we could manage if we were numbered, in the fleet battle the crew's proficiency and conceived tactics become more important than anything else.

Equal to a ship that's just big.

The Imperial fleet sank to the bottom of the sea with loads of soldiers and supplies, and soon even by land they tore away.

"Because of that, the Navy guys gave me a big face in recent years. Let's kick your ass in Cotempan this time on land."

"Well, unlike last time, we've been getting ready. And..."

When Garchenko looks back, one of his men shows a beautiful salute and opens his teasing mouth.

"Eighty fixed large artillery units, 500 each field artillery unit, have been installed without any problems"

"Hmmm... that's good"

The cannons, which were used only in siege warfare, were largely aligned to the field, except in previously limited circumstances.

Garchenko took the audio head and said that the range and destructive power of the cannon would be powerful enough in the field to make it happen.

The majority of the cannons held by the Federal Army are collected on this land.

"I really wanted to double it. The Navy has taken the cannon."

"I have no choice. There are still a large number of people in White Capital who are still solidifying" artillery is used in siege warfare or naval warfare. "

Garchenko snorts with Hung.

"I didn't know they were harder headed than me after 50 at all... their heads might play cannon bullets, huh?

Laughter leaks simultaneously from the entire command.

There are many enemies, but no one is pessimistic.

Millions of Confederates crown the continent, and it cannot be the famous generals of war, anxiety or fear that lead it.

At last, the distances between the two armies become clogged and the inside of the position becomes rushed.

The march of the Imperial Army is also visibly slowing down.

It seemed only a matter of time before we rearranged the formation and moved on to the attack.

Garchenko pulls out his lower back sword and says it like it's nothing.

"Gentlemen, come on, it's war. Let's kick a savage Imperial Wolf's head and set his tail on fire"

"" "Whoa!

Imperial troops move.

Horizontal squads peel off and go in a row to separate them from the formation that was longitudinal.

The move cannot be said to be beautiful in flattery, but it moves forward in the first place as if it were a dough.

Still, the separated lateral formation is about 200,000, and its footsteps shake the earth even from unreachable distances of bows and arrows.

The strange thing is there are no archers or cavalry figures there.

Everyone dressed in gray armor and advancing fast enough to be chased by something.

The corresponding Confederate forces also occasionally crept up the horizontal line for interception.

This one can be seen in a blink of an eye winning with neat lines, skill and morale.

"Yeah......"

But Garchenko shows a difficult face.

"My lord, that's... them too..."

"Why do barbarians say the same thing?"

Behind the Imperial Army's sidelines, the carriage is towed, no matter how you look at it, the cannon, which is also in the form of a form that can be used in the field.

But Garchenko's staff won't lose confidence.

"Don't worry. Empire technology is inferior to ours, and this one wins in range and accuracy. We'll crush them with artillery fire before they get into enemy range."

"From what I've seen, there's a hundred at best, and there's a large stationary cannon here. If we shoot each other, we'll be settled soon."

Imperial artillery stops moving as if it formed fear of the word.

At the same time, the laughter leaked from around Garchenko.

"Ha, same as the Navy. There is nothing in it to imitate just the shape. From that distance, we can only reach our allies."

"Looks like the cannon was a celebration of the landscape."

The Federal Command air loosened all at once to too crude a tactic.

Garchenko herself nods loudly that you can't possibly lose to these stupid people.

But the air didn't last long either.

The distance it was time for Federation artillery to begin preparing, and suddenly the Imperial Army shouted in unison.

"Enemy... it's an assault! Full assault! All horizontal lines coming in!!

"Stupid! Suddenly the infantry alone said it was an assault!

The fragmented soldiers, who are nowhere to be seen in formation and elsewhere, rush in screaming.

It wasn't an orderly assault, it was a 200,000 frenzied assault.

"Are they barbarians!? Yeah, don't be confused, I never go out with this one. Fire as soon as you're in range! Get your archers and infantry ready too!

The Federation soldiers, who were instantly upset, soon regained calm as well.

And the artillery raises a burning stick.

"... shoot!

An awesome roar sounds.

That was enough to undo the screaming and footsteps and scream unexpectedly even soldiers on the federal side.

A few moments later it turns into an extinct demon.

The pouring rain of iron balls relentlessly turns the Imperial Soldier into a meat mass.

Whoever takes a direct hit will blow to pieces, and whoever takes that fragment will be torn to pieces and breathless.

Hundreds who don't even know they're dead, hundreds of times as many who go out of breath savoring the pain of death.

It was just hell on earth.

"Awesome... I've never seen a single artillery fire like this before..."

"If I could spare you both the stone heads of the White Capital, I might have cracked my head."

A moment of silence after the shelling, more morale breaks than the number of casualties if they show so much destruction.

The roar of the Imperial Army stops and looks back one after the other.

There was a crowd of Imperial Army artillery that stopped in front of the front line.

"" "Uhhhh!!

"Stupid! They are barbarians...... no are they crazy!?

The Imperial Soldier begins to advance again.

He moved on as he stepped on the wreckage of his people.

"Artillery has a long spacing, Archers, shoot me. Spear soldiers, don't break the defensive formation!

An arrow is fired just enough to cover the sky.

The artillery was also fired from objects ready for firing, creating the same hell as the first simulation.

No bow that can be fired, no cavalry that can pack the distance at once, the Imperial soldier is knocked down in a bumpy one-way.

The battlefield is a hell of a painting of a fallen Imperial soldier's body, and their legs still don't loosen.

You just come walking around screaming and packing your distance.

"... My lord, the enemy seems to concentrate on the front of this third legion, 100,000"

"Such an anomaly...... isn't this like a beast!

The Federation has 800,000 troops, but they don't make stupid formations that line up side-by-side.

It seems that only two legions of 200,000 are deployed directly in front of each other, and the enemy will focus the attack on one of them.

It was premature from the point of view of staring at the Empire body to disintegrate the formation for rescue.

For a long time, the Empire did not wage a battle that weighed the lives of soldiers, but rather had many tactics of debauchery that made the numbers say things.

But no matter how much, you won't be fighting in such a disastrous way.

"In any case, it doesn't change what we do. Stop messing around with cannons and arrows. Now they're excited, but with some sacrifice, they'll go back to sanity too... and more soldiers will run away."

Garchenko says forcefully as he tells himself.

At the same time, the sound of Gachan and metal clashing against each other sounds.

The two armies finally clashed.

At the beginning of the fierce battle, the Federation is pushed in by unusual pressures, from the center, with all the right wing left wing.

"The enemy just pushes. Pull and punch!

Still, the Federation field commanders don't panic.

Repeat a counterattack that was retreating but orderly to be pushed by an imperial soldier wielding his weapon like crazy.

"3rd Squadron retreat! Bowgun squad in the gap! The second archer, with song shooting, disturb the rear of the enemy."

"Second Squadron, stay where you are, don't break formation!

Confederates stand like big rocks against imperial soldiers pushing like floods.

Although it retreated somewhat, the momentum weakened and eventually stopped moving somewhat.

"Get out front! They don't have shields or armor!

For beautiful and functional Confederate armor, the Imperial soldiers were dominated by coarse claddies, some of which even put together dirty leather armor.

He had piecemeal weapons in his hands, such as swords and mace, but few had shields.

"You're going to get rid of the barbarians and do it! Punch it!"

A spear soldier rearranging his line even in the midst of a riot sticks out his tips simultaneously.

"Wow!" "Gee!

Apart from facial and armor gaps, rough armor can't prevent sharp eartips, and one imperial soldier after another goes down.

Bowgun bolts fly relentlessly to those who pull for fear of the forest of spears that jump out of front of them.

"Pack the distance! If it's a brawl, you won't get your sword!

Following the screaming orders of the Imperial Commander, he packs the distance again, but the Federation side had already prepared its defenses.

One by one with a bowgun and a spear before he arrives, and a heavily armed infantry stands as a wall.

"Damn it! You bastard, eat it!

"1st Heavy Infantry advance! We'll push the enemy back."

An Imperial soldier's attack cannot defeat a Federation soldier inside who has consolidated his protection with heavy armor and a shield.

Confederate soldiers, meanwhile, defeat one poorly equipped infantry after another with a sword with a spear and a bowgun.

Nearly ten Imperial soldiers fall against Confederate Soldier 1.

The initial flow has completely changed and the Federation is fighting for dominance in all places.

"Be cool! The enemy just screams flashly. It's not enough to be afraid!

"" Ooooh!!

Now a loud whisper came from the Confederate soldiers, and soldiers on the right-wing side began to fight back abruptly.

The Confederate soldiers are stronger equipped and more proficient if the initial impact is lost and pressed against each other.

Due to the fact that the number of advantages has also become a dough on the front, there were many Rangers, and the actual number fighting was about the same.

The left-wing Imperial Army, which has become intolerable, begins to be pushed, eventually being pushed back more than in the first clash position.

The upset center and right wing also retreat to keep pace.

"Well, war is not something you can win if you're unscrupulous. Let the cavalry bypass, and the Archers will continue to attack without rest."

Garchenko was also aware of the imminent collapse of this enemy as he watched the war.

There's no way a pig with just momentum can stop and beat a lion.

Eventually the fate of the Imperial Army was extreme when the detoured cavalry threatened the sides.

"Enemy left wing has collapsed!!

A guard screams from above.

The most pushed right-wing side, or the imperial left-wing side, began to collapse and lose.

A single wing in this state means a collapse of the squad.

Some of the front-line troops were already in pursuit.

"Go after him! You must first destroy the avant-garde here!

One of the Confederate soldiers cuts deep into the back of the fleeing enemy.

"Khaaaa!!

"What!?

The soldier's hand stops unanticipated by the raised, tall scream.

Imperial soldier falling by holding down his bloody back, shallow black skin and long black hair peeking from under his helmet that fell off in a clap.

"A woman... crooked!

A sword devours the flank of a soldier who has become a bar, and soon falls beside the woman and is out of breath.

"There's a guy who's still stomping on us! Ravage!"

The left wing of the Imperial Army was completely collapsing, leading to a breakdown.

That's when the roar sounds.

Definitely the sound of the cannon firing.

"Stupid! Who is the idiot who shot the cannon in the mixed war!!

One of the staff officers yells.

White soldier battles with enemy allies mixed in, it was no longer a situation where cannons could be used.

The guards report in confusion that they are not.

"Enemy... an artillery on the enemy's side... shelling the enemy's left wing...?

"Huh? Is that a misfire!?

"Is it possible that this unscrupulous enemy...?

But the lookout responded differently.

"No! The Imperial Army is… shelling allies… defeating allies!

"Stupid... shooting your allies..."?

Garchenko and his staff all lose their words.

I don't understand how to deliberately shoot a friend.

"Enemy, left wing...... defeat has stopped. They're coming this way again."

Garchenko shakes his head if it's not possible.

It is not confusion but anger that floats in his face, and having served as a soldier for many years, he has the pride of having defended his country.

Friends can be friends, even if they are single soldiers. If necessary, they can be strategically thrown away as pawns, and they can be made to fight because they know they will be wiped out.

But I've never deliberately shot an ally.

That is an absolute contraindication to military personnel.

"This is why their cannons didn't come forward from the beginning... you were after their allies from the beginning!

The Confederate right wing, which was already meant to win, is starting to retreat again after a frenzied assault that has gained momentum.

"Move to the enemy formation! Rookie troops are coming out...... different gear and formation!

Garchenko jumps on a horse and screams.

"The troops now are abandoned pawns! Enemy's main army is coming, don't lag behind on outbound tactics!! Show us the pride of the Federation!

His cry blows the agitation and perplexity that was spreading to the soldiers.

Reserves will be ready for the Empire's newcomers, too, from Federation headquarters.

Finally, the battle was welcoming the good fortune.

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Garland Imperial Army Headquarters

"War Soldier, we're being pushed back 200,000."

Zaphnes laughs high at reports that peek into the complexion of a man who has fallen in front of him.

"It will be. I don't think I can beat a warrior anymore."

Seeing a slight relief floating in his men's faces, he imposed a huge decree commensurate with that large body.

"Let the warriors keep attacking! Keep fighting till the last one falls!

A warrior is the name of an expropriated soldier from an imperial possession.

However, those who were honestly subordinate to the Empire, not the only ones, were regarded as belonging, but treated only as human beings as long as they obeyed their rule.

Soldiers who are expropriated are also considered to be dependent forces and are treated equally by the national army, and praise and birth can also be desired by the results of the war.

The warrior fought against the empire until the end, the end of those who were crushed with force.

There is no fine formation or formation, just a presence that crashes into enemies relying on numbers.

Naturally, the sacrifice is not an issue, either.

They are not soldiers, they are forsaken pawns.

Whether it's just letting them fight, or not, the rear has the eyes of a subordinate or a supervisory squad sent from their home country, and if they violate orders or flee, they attack the warrior from behind.

"The warriors. Think of it as an opportunity for you and your family to become human beings!

They are forced to live a painful way as a ruling class, not only on the battlefield, but also in ordinary times.

The weight of taxes and the harshness of governance are not the ratio of belonging, and the tyranny of guards and lord's deputies is acquiesced.

One way to get out of that position is to fight and survive as a warrior.

The warrior is treated as if he were an abandoned pawn, but if he fought twice and survived, he and his family would be treated as genus inhabitants.

However, if there is escape, treason, etc., all the family members will either kill or fall into an even more unfavourable environment as slaves.

The gunfire roars and the war slave soldiers, who were breaking away, arrive again in the Federation formation and go.

Zaphnes looked down at it from the top of the tall, assembled candlestick and nodded satisfactorily.

"Uhm, the feds are distracted by the warriors."

"General, but let's never have a big picture already. I won't last another half hour."

"I know. What about the separate teams that sent us to the seaside and the mountainside?"

"It looks like the Federation was putting out a separate task force, too. Each is engaged, but the war is now. Never."

Zaphnes laughs thinly and exhales.

"It won't tear easily. The Federation in defense is awesome, it still looks like we're going to have to pull out the center."

"So..."

"Whoa, hit the 6th Army from the 2nd Army for when the warrior is destroyed. Order General Stecina of the 7th Army to play and judge as appropriate... the Federation cannons seem much more powerful than this one, bring them into a riot at once"

Nearly a million soldiers go in formation like this one word of Zaphnes alone.

A weapon and a shield polished by fine armor... not at all like the warriors' equipment. This was the true Imperial soldier.

"Deputy...... here we go. A determined match for expanding your territory… now is the real battle."

The army, which continued to be strengthened by the life of the Great Emperor from earlier humiliating retreats, was all for this moment.

Increase the level of sophistication that was inferior and gear up.

It was all for the sake of shooting down the Olga Federation, such as dominating a fine nation.

"Yes, if we win this battle and attack the White Capital, the name of the great Lord Zaphnes will be inscribed in history."

"Then I'll tell you there was a good deputy in my autobiography."

Zaphnes stares at the enemy with a laugh.

Fights carried out so that they spread from end to end of the horizon.

Commander-in-Chief, all he could do was command this far and leave it to the generals.

"Hehe, there's no point in winning or losing this battle.... You bet, Secrito."

Zaphnes shrugged his comrade's name when he saw the sea to the west.

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Confederate

Two hundred thousand war slave soldiers collapsed until the majority of them were taken over or did not function as a team, and just then five Imperial armies, about a million men, came into everyone's eyes when the Confederate soldiers cheered.

Still not showing the upset or anything that has to go into the next battle at the same time as the victory, the Confederate forces will regroup.

"The line is brilliant. He is also in walking condition. It's not like any of them ever did!

"Were these the warrior soldiers I hear rumors about... don't think of the next one with you. Wow!

The large cannon slowly turns and goes.

"You've set up a cavalry, or this one will tell you to go in before you do a satisfactory artillery"

"I showed you the shelling first."

Garchenko sighs that it was the horse of the hour for this.

But the cannon didn't lose its value.

Every time an artillery squad orders you to fire freely, a large cannon sprays fire and sends heavy iron balls all over the enemy.

The archers also rained arrows one after another for each squad.

The formation of the Imperial Army opens once and for all where dozens of shots have turned horses and people into hiccups without distinction.

The cavalry scatters at once to minimize shelling damage.

"... can't it even be porcine protrusion? I'll take good care of it."

Cannons don't work as well as you think if they are scattered across enemies.

Not least the vanguard will be the cavalry, and the avant-garde will be in contact with each other before shooting twice and three degrees.

"But... I know that."

Garchenko and his deputy, as well as his commanded staff, laugh niggardly.

At the end of their sight were fiercely firing stationary guns and 500 field guns that did not shoot at all despite being in range targeted.

"Enemy approaching!

"Hehe, the generals know very well too. Exactly. Federal marshal."

Garland's cavalry increases speed even more.

You can't break a Federation defense with a scattered cavalry assault.

But if it gets close and confused, the cannon won't be able to take the ray.

That's where the infantry pushes over and pushes it off with a number of forces.

"Assault!!

Finally, the Garland Cavalry pulls out its sword and enters its final assault with a scream.

"Shoot!!

Federal wildfires blew fire at critical close range.

It was no longer a close distance between the eyes and the tip of the nose, cannons, etc., to what avail.

But what happened was a storm of death, the cavalry of the Empire falling into blood with the horses as they scattered blood and organs.

It wasn't a giant iron ball that jumped out of the wildfire.

Countless little iron bullets stuffed in the shells, which became countless crushes and erupted.

The power is small and the range is very short, but it is impossible to escape from them that are ejected on one side.

The result is the same whether you get your upper body blown off by a giant iron ball or you get your head cracked by a small iron bullet.

"Hey, what! What the fuck is that?

"Cannon!? You didn't get any balls!

"Anyway, get back in line and strike again..."

Confusing imperial soldiers, neither Garchenko nor the generals of the Federation are busy enough to allow it.

"Crush it!!" "Now is the time!

The Federation cavalry that jumped out of the gap in the formation strikes the Imperial Cavalry in reverse, stuck in the middle of the attack.

We also approach the line of Imperial Infantry soldiers who were about to break through them, which became even more mayhem.

"How could an enemy cavalry set me up!

"What happened up front!? What about our cavalry?

"Awesome earthen smoke before..."

Earthsmoke stood because of the Imperial Cavalry's sudden advance, and the infantry behind me doesn't really know what was going on up front.

A Federation cavalry, dressed in white armor, whistled a trumpet into it.

"Defense against cavalry! Hurry up!"

"Oh no, no more time for that...... WOW!!

Soldiers who are in havoc after eating raids to the contrary where they were going to attack, are not able to deal with them satisfactorily and are struck properly.

Spears and bowguns from the horses shoot successively confused Imperial soldiers to the ground.

The battle became as one-sided as the battle against the war slave soldiers.

"We've devoured the enemy formation. All at once..."

"No! Repeat the assault as you change course and leave!

The cavalry's struggle, however, does not determine the battlefield.

There are five legions, each with more than a hundred thousand personnel, that took part in the Empire's attacks.

Therefore, the nostalgia was very deep, and not in such a sweet formation that 10,000 or their cavalry could compete at once.

Some of the troops that were forced to cut off are surrounded and destroyed to be taken.

"You don't have a decision-maker... it's time for the rear Imperial Cavalry to recover from the mess. Leaving before being pinched."

The cavalry commander makes a quick decision and asks each commander to halt the assault.

That's when I started hearing screams from the rear.

"What's going on?

"Enemy Cavalry... Destroy! It's an ally! All legions of allies are coming up!

The cavalry commander laughs invincibly after turning his eyes round.

"It is not long after the battle has begun... His Excellency Garchenko seems to have been fought with courage. Unless you want to talk about it."

The cavalry stops withdrawing and moves to the enemy's side.

This is the battlefield, everything from a federal commander to a soldier felt it on his skin.

"My Lord Garchenko! This is the battle!

"I know.... Not to mention many. Tell the generals it's a total attack."

From the crushing of the assault by artillery, to the reverse, the breakthrough operation by the cavalry, which worked far better than I thought, has become a surprise attack as well as the destruction of the enemy cavalry, and even the enemy army in the rear has been disrupted.

It's only been half a day since we started fighting, but that's not how any more situations arise as the timing of the total offense.

Nearly a million large armies take a considerable amount of time to act and communicate with the whole thing, even if they say it's dense.

There's a clear degree of practice out there.

Together, the total attack and the defense that deals with it will be a major move to move the entire army.

"Imperial soldiers seem to be more trained than last time... but we still have our share in the quality of soldiers"

"Of course it is. We are the strongest in the continent."

Each prepared Confederate army moves forward from regiment to regiment, approaching the Imperial Army million that had been disrupted by the cavalry.

The battles taking place simultaneously in a vast area culminated in a fierce battle, but eventually the Federation side slowly pushes up the front.

Of course, there are still nearly a million reservists on the imperial side, but putting them into a prank in the midst of a mixed war just doesn't make sense.

If we were to operate millions of soldiers, complicated orders would not be good, in the end the smaller units of commanders would have to judge each optimally, but the Federation still prevailed over the quality of its commanders.

The battle lasts day and night in a row, and for the first two days the Confederation proceeds to the advantage with the fruit of the total attack as well.

The Imperial side didn't have a collapsed army, but while it was an invasion side, it was still being fought back.

It was on the morning of the third day that the battlefield changed, when the most elite first army was put on the front line.

The 1st Army 200,000 fought each other more than they had equipped their Confederate opponents and supported the front disappointingly.

Once glued, the Imperial side can calm down and rebuild the entire team.

When this happens, the force difference comes alive.

The battlefield moved from adhesive to imperial favor, and in the future the federation will move backwards.

From noon on the fourth day the Federation just saw it as unfavourable and entered the retreat.

But it is never a defeat.

The greatest advantage of the Imperial Army is its enormous strength, but it was clear that the weakness also had enormous force and supply problems.

Therefore, the Confederate forces adopted a strategy to wait for their exhaustion by slowly retreating in battle.

The Federation has nothing left on the Imperial side, while the Federation needs to retrieve the supplies it has placed at each base as it falls back.

Since the Western Plains have been the scene of many wars in past history, there are no large cities or barn zones, and few supplies can be procured.

The Federation did not lose any order at all while fighting, and continued to retreat at a rate that allowed the turtle to crawl for three days.

And on the morning of the seventh day, there was a fatal report.

"We'll start the military debate."

"Uhm... they're all doing great"

Garchenko looks around and nods at the assembled generals.

"The arrows unleashed by the enemy are decreasing. If we keep fighting like this, the enemy will probably be exhausted in a couple of days. A little patience later."

"Ha! But, my lord, the enemy was stronger than I thought."

Garchenko looks unwilling and nods loudly.

"Right. Especially the enemy's red army..."

"According to spy reports, it looks like the enemy's finest, 1st Army."

One Legion Leader groans abominably.

"Eighty percent of the damage our legions have suffered is them. I thought I could stop the assault enough..."

"Don't tell me, it was unexpected that we no longer had a hundred wizards. But if you recognize it that way, it wouldn't be so different from a few wizards and one other cannon. There will be no next time."

Garchenko looks around everyone and shouts out loud.

"It's been an unexpectedly painful battle, but I see the way to victory. Play a sustained battle like this and if your enemies show exhaustion, they will turn to fighting back! If you're going backwards now, after a month, just take your time, north of the Western Plains."

The generals agreed and could afford to even show a laugh.

"But if we hurry, the Navy might get us ahead of us, right? If the Navy shells the enemy king's capital and tells them they're here, we're on the move."

"Exactly. I want the Garland Emperor to be brave."

Everyone's smile turns into a genuine laugh.

One soldier jumps in there screaming.

Suddenly a general yelled.

"You! You can only enter here more than the Legion Leader..."

"Emergency Orders! Departure Dolpies!"

But I don't mind the preaching, the emergency preaching obliges me to report directly to the Supreme Commander wherever he may be.

"Dolpies......?" "Oh, isn't that the city where the marine fleet set up its home port... what the hell is going on?

The order breathes deeply twice to let down and opens the tease mouth.

"Reported by Dolpies Marine Fleet Command! The marine fleet was severely damaged by a naval battle with the Garland fleet five days before today and retreated to the northern port. Maritime control off the western plains fell into enemy hands. Sea supply is completely interrupted, and the enemy fleet is landing troops in the north of the plain! Your Western General Army is in danger of being besieged. They retracted and undressed immediately, and I repeat!

I have no voice from anyone in command.

The general and others who were about to sit in the chair had remained solidified in an unstable posture on their mid hips.

"The Navy... said it was a defeat... why did you lose... how much did you lose!?

Garchenko is grabbed by soldiers.

"I don't know anything more than a report!

Garchenko releases his hand without force.

Naturally, you can't know anything other than a report.

"Or, my lord..."

"Wait for the continuation of the report. For once, you should suspect a ploy."

But the faces of the generals are blue, and the faces of the said Garchenko himself are the same color.

They know better than anyone that the federal network is not such a mess.

The report is more real than the order is real.

Still, the whole strategy, if you do poorly, can shake up to the very roots of the state.

The excellent and decisive Garchenko could not be immediately interrupted either.

"For once... for once. Let the soldiers get ready to move. And don't forget to send a squad to the north coast, as many as you can."

"I understand, my lord, then we will be ready to withdraw as soon as possible!

No one points to errors in movement and retreat.

There was no point in distinguishing the two.

The continual report that came in that night tells even more pessimistic facts.

"There are 200 large battleships on Battleship 20!? You lost so much at once? What the hell happened!

I shake my head if I don't know the transmission.

"The marine fleet is temporarily evacuated to the north to increase its power..."

"Enhancement!? Would rebuild!? If we lose that many, the marine fleet is virtually devastated...! Ocean fell into enemy hands!

Garchenko immediately summons all his staff.

Late at night but not a single idiot would get any sleep in this situation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately, it has become impossible to continue fighting in the Western Plains."

Beginning tomorrow, it is not the Empire, but the Western General Army's side that will have more trouble replenishing the sea than it has been held back.

Not only that, but the Empire is free to send troops behind.

"We retreat... and intercept the enemy in the Federation."

All the staff have heads.

The retreat will invade the territory of the Holy Olga Federation, which has long been inviolable.

There is no more dishonor and humiliation as a soldier.

"I know how you feel. Myself... I feel like flipping this desk and setting fire to the tent. But it's necessary. The Confederate army is still in the midst of forming and training a million other western troops, and if anything happens to us here and now... the fate of our country will be over."

Garchenko pulls out his hips dagger and pokes Don at his desk.

"Notify all regiments! Slap all soldiers up and retreat north of this! If the enemy finds this information, they'll hunt us down with all their might. Blunt guns pack and destroy gunpowder, carriages and cavalry pack whenever possible!

One light after another lights the camp, which was dark, and the soldiers rush to rely on the pine lights to begin preparations for their retreat.

"Commander! What the hell are you... running away from the enemy in front of you?

"I don't know either! Commander-in-Chief's orders, not to pinch your mouth!

"But... if you pull any more..."

"He says it's weird!!

The Western General Army, led by Garchenko, pulls north.

The Imperial Army mounted a fierce pursuit battle as if waiting for it, and the good Federation commanders fought as hard as their lives, barely sparing the total annihilation, but not negligible damage.

The Federation suffered about 300,000 damages in a series of battles, while the Imperial Army suffered 500,000.

Many of them were war slave soldiers who were attacked as abandoned pawns, except for which, it can be said, the Federation fought more than enough.

But the Federation lost.

The battlefield moves inside the Olga Federation......

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Rafen

"Lord, marry me!

"4th, 5th and 6th wives banzai"

"Long live the giant root!

"Ugh, it's complicated when you say the sixth person."

"haha...... right"

"I'm glad. We could finally be together. What would have happened if Mitty hadn't told me."

I stand in Central Square holding Mitty and Maria in my hands and letting Katrine cling to my chest.

Katrine is supposed to be the daughter of a former rebel aristocrat, so it's not a good idea to show her face.

So I'm putting it in my cape and trying to hug it, and now you won't see my face.

I'm not saying that the people who gathered around me for my marriage...

Today is the last day of the harvest festival, people from all over town gather around Central Square without having to do anything.

All I did was show up suddenly and take the street performer's place.

The people are quite exaggerating to celebrate my marriage because it also contains alcohol.

"All of a sudden, it's just a revelation today, but I'll make a ring later... shall we have a simple ceremony too"

The three of them said they didn't need anything else but they definitely want it.

I'll give you a ring and a simple vow at the temple.

"Congratulations on your wedding!

"I have six wives, so eating crap already weighs on me... Yikes!

Celestina and Monica also celebrated during their stay.

How about, I reached out and put my hand in Monica's underwear.

"I can't believe I'm already stroking other women's asses through my new wife's back..."

"I laugh the other way because I like the color too much"

Mitty and Maria restrained my hands laughing.

Apparently, he's a little angry.

"Bad, bad, then I'll be so cute today that I don't care."

The women blush.

I guess only Katrine has a different reason to be red because her breath is getting rough.

"Then I'm going to hold them all together. You guys enjoy the last day of the harvest festival."

Cheers from the people.

"Wow, three at the same time."

"Silly, the lord is as magnificent as holding twenty at the same time."

"But lord, isn't that amazing? Are you all right with such a fancy daughter?

"You've been surrounded before, haven't you? Then it's already dilated, and if it's bad, it's got a hole in its butt."

"I wish my lord would hold me down, too. Must feel awesome."

"I don't think that's what you're gonna say in front of my girlfriend, do you?

Walk with the women if you like.

Hehe, I'm surprised to hear the Federation lost in the morning, but it doesn't affect my eating of women.

We're gonna hold them for real all day.

When I welcome my new wife, my delicacies are quite exciting.

Mitty and Maria will faint over and over again.

Katrine is going to follow me, but she's been getting more vigorous of me lately, so I might see her crying and begging for forgiveness.

Would you like to hold the three of us side by side?

Or shall I overlap it?

No, it's great to have the other two lick their butthole and balls as they hug and poke.

"Ha-ha-ha! Dreams and roots don't swell!

"Well, what kind of dream?

"Of course it's a woman! Orgy all you want with the women you love...... that's the man's dream!

"You like women that much?

"Naturally, I pour seeds by tapping a meat stick on a woman. This would mean a man's life."

"If you do that, you'll have a baby."

"When you have children, surround them and love them, nothing's wrong."

"That's the aristocratic child... and even the female student in the royal school?

"Naturally. But it's hard to get rid of a mature instructor. Young, old, women are all wonderful."

That's it. I realize this isn't my voice.

Well, who is this familiar voice?

He told me a lot of noble philosophy, but I have so much to say to you.

If you look at it, it was Eirich, who was supposed to be in the king's capital.

I rubbed my eyes and saw it again but it was Eirich.

"Yes."

Mitty wipes my face with a handkerchief.

I saw it again but it was Eirich.

I have blue muscles on my face.

"How could this be in my territory again?

"Don't you see?

I have no idea.

It's about the Royal School.

"Again as the instructor? Some of them are just in territory..."

Eirich squeezes out his big voice with no expression.

"You idiot! I'll never let you be a teacher again! I need to talk to you, so show me to your mansion!

Apparently, he's angry.

I don't know why, I don't know because there's so much going on.

"I sent three women to my wife today and I was going to make a child..."

I think I heard something screw off from Eirich's head.

"You porn freak! Is it still enough to keep ten or twenty female students pregnant!? Just show me around!

The tone is completely in the mercenary age...... no worse than that.

I've probably never been so abusive.

It's the Royal School thing you're angry about, or good. Then you're still okay with it.

Soon Katrine is leaving.

Eirich shouldn't know her face either.

Apparently, I'll keep the kids as soon as I get home.

Let's even apologize and get you home at night.

Seeing the moon isn't a bad orgy either.

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For the record, Rose Garden.

"Ha..."

The former Queen of Triea, Marceline, and her three daughters, live in the corner of the mansion and don't go out too far.

When it comes to the outside, it's only a rose garden built adjacent to each other, but it's not like they're under house arrest.

Instead, the man who saved her life frequently invites her to "go out for dinner with me" and "visit the city".

Marceline said no to most of that.

It's not like I hate him, and there's no way I can be evil if I think my life and that of my daughters depends on the man.

The problem was the animosity swirling around.

There are many former Trieans who account for Rafen's population.

Even more correctly, the people of Arkland, those who fled under Trier's occupation and after a harsh reign.

Many have lost family, lovers and friends in the process.

Resentment and anger are directed against Marceline and her daughters, the former Queen of Triea.

The blatant hostility that leaks out of the mansion's servants, too, could have been squashed by now if my husband hadn't distracted me.

I don't know what kind of curse would fly if I went out into the city or something.

I didn't think I could stand myself or my daughter, who lived most of my life in the royal palace.

That said, I'm not saying I'm unlucky to be here in Rafen.

If the lord here hadn't taken it, he would have hung on the stranglehold with his daughters alongside his husband.

Though the reason for this was the desire to be my own woman.

Inevitably, only the master here will almost exchange words.

The man had turned a lot of attention to those Marcelines.

She was slowly becoming dependent on the only man she could speak to while there was no other person to easily exchange words with.

"As you put it, it's not just about my daughters' bodies..."

Then you would be committing it on the first day.

They can't resist.

"I know you like women..."

Needless to say, a man likes rare women.

She herself had witnessed time and again him interact with concubines and servants in shadows and empty rooms, and dozens of them surround the woman with dignity in the first place.

"Nobody hated it."

The maid to be laid in the warehouse, the town girl being offended while standing in the garden, the possibly whore being called to sneak up and whisper in the empty room, were all happily waving their hips.

It didn't look like an abuse that made power say things.

"What are you thinking about asking even me for 46 this year"

A man invites himself frequently.

Kisses, of course, come touching my chest and ass if there's a gap.

It grows stronger from a stroking gesture, and eventually it comes down to momentum into your underwear.

"But if you say no... no, you can stop perfectly just by making a disgusting face"

The movement stops and I laugh because I'm sorry you're attractive.

Marceline's already 46, not old enough to drown in carnal desire, but she still doesn't feel bad about what she's asked for.

It's been a long time since I've stopped gradually here lately.

And what was decisive was yesterday's commotion.

"I can't believe you got 44 years old pregnant... isn't Sir Hardlett 23, my mother's age? I really seeded for over forty women..."

And slowly I do my hand on my own womb.

"It just doesn't make a difference from a man of 44 and 46...... 23, does it? I'm not up yet as a woman either, and I'm proud to say I look young for my age. As much as even a young man plays a little...... Ha! What am I saying!

Marceline shakes her head, probably.

But surely her heart was shaking.

Her daughters have already forgiven their hearts, except for their second daughter, Bridget.

Especially when three women, Felicie, look at a man. The eyes look at a thinker. That was it.

"If... if... but what happens if I don't resist the prank..."

Think, Marceline. Shake your body all the way.

A succesful body with muscles in its imagination had made itself unscrupulous.

The former queen stares into the void with a sloppy face.

"Mother? What the hell are you doing?

"B, Bridget!? Yes, no, it's nothing! I was just a little confused!

"Really? It's my meal today, and I'm complaining to the cook that the vegetables don't fit my mouth."

Bridget, the second daughter, is only trying to remain dignified as a former princess.

They tremble on their knees in response to the hostility of their servants, but they are desperately strong.

"My mother will go!

"Huh? But not to my mother..."

"Fine, Bridget sit here. It's a beautiful day, so stay in the sun."

"Ha..."

Marceline leaves the spot early and returns to her room in remembrance.

She sneaked off her everyday underwear and put it back on as little space as possible.

"Kid, what am I doing today when that guy is announcing his marriage!?

Marceline shook her head no, no.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 23, autumn.

Status Friend of Dwarf, King of Mount Big Lords and Eastern Borders of the Kingdom of Goldonia Friend of King Ares

162000 inhabitants Important cities Rafen 24000 Lintblum 4000

Family

Nonna (Beautiful Nonna) Carla (Side Room) Mel (Side Room) Mitty (Side Room) Maria (Side Room) Katrine (Side Room) Kuw (Concubine) Luw (Concubine) Mirei (Concubine) Rare (Concubine) Casey (Haunted) Rita (Maid Length)

Yoguri (playwright) Pipi (concubine) Alice (magic girl)

Sebastian (Deacon) Dorothea (Concubine/Wangdu) Melissa (Concubine Wangdu Departure) Alma (Wangdu Departure)

Child Suumiw Ekacherina Amata Anastasia (daughter) Antonio Claude Gilbard Liner Bartolomei (son) Rose (stepdaughter)

Subordinates

Celia (deputy jealous) Gido (escort) Chloe (unable) Irigina (commander) Luna (commander) Ruby

Myra (Sheriff) Porte (Student Director) Gretel (Dog)

Leopold (Staff Officer) Adolf (Home Affairs Officer) Tristan (Military Master?

Claire & Laurie (Drawing) Schwartz (Horse of Color) Liliane (Actress)

Mother Marceline (Love) Daughter Stephanie (Good) Bridget (Tun) Felicie (Love) (Pattern Underwriting)

5300 troops.

Infantry 3000 Cavalry 900 Archer 900 Bow Cavalry 500

Nineteen cannons.

Reserve 3 000.

100 members of the security forces.

1,000 gold coins of property.

209 experience, 46 children who gave birth.