Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

I don't think the 105th Army is the same army as the Olga Confederate Army I've seen so far.

Rather, it might be closer to saying the appropriately assembled martial forces or mercenary regiments.

Still, we only have the numbers. Did you just look at it and say 8000?

Although it is hard to tell because it is sitting in bulk.

"Line them all up! Commander, step forward!

Screaming in a harsh voice like Celia did when she dealt with my army, but as if it didn't work.

"What the hell?" "Wow, you're such a beauty." "Will you let me fuck you when you get out front?

"These guys!!

The wild next time flies, Celia turns her face bright red in anger and tries to pull out her sword.

"Well wait. What do we do with each other?"

With Celia's shoulder in my arms I walked to the middle of the garrison and rode on the appropriate box.

"Everybody listen. I have been appointed commander of your 105th legion since today. Nice to meet you."

I think I got a voice, but I don't have a busy response.

The soldiers reacted whitewashed just because a few of them seemed to be commanders would return the proper salute.

"First, I have something to tell you."

"Another great lesson for you."

"Anyway, it's loyalty, courage, patriotism, isn't it? How are we going to sort it this time?"

The soldiers look even more unpleasant and begin to hear even a whispering and evil voice.

I know how you feel. There's nothing more depressing than your long story.

"She..."

I hold Celia, who was staring at the unresponsive soldiers.

"It's my woman. You're a good woman, aren't you? But I'm not gonna do it."

The face of the soldier turns to surprise. I don't know why, but I feel like I won.

"And these guys too"

I also hold Rae to Pipi and Nautia, Marta, who were hiding behind me.

Brunhilde is asleep because it's noon.

"Everybody, it's my woman. I'll beat you down when I call you. Even if it strikes, it's a rip-off. Be careful."

That's all I have to say and put it down first.

"... is, huh?" "Oh, an introduction to a woman?" "What the hell is he doing here..."

I don't hear any more evil from the soldiers. There's just confused air flowing.

You've won again.

"Well after that - no more? Let's end this."

Celia pulls me when she tries to pull in.

"Wait, please! You haven't even mentioned your name yet! What are you doing here?!?

Oh, I forgot. I have to tell you my name.

"I'm Agil-Hardlet. I'm from Gordonia. That's it."

I climbed on the box again and that's all I say and get off again.

The white air from the soldiers had disappeared.

The lazy atmosphere turns into bewilderment, and the eyes that were narrowed to make small fools look amazing.

"Heh heh, grabbing is perfect"

I was headed to the command tent with the guidance of an equally bewildered commander.

"So what about you?

He picked me up in the tent in the second half of the thirty, a big, muscular man.

Height would be better than 190. He looks more like a barbarian than a soldier combined with his untreated hair.

"It's Yarkoff. Temporary Command of the 105th Corps. When you take office, you are ordered to be vice president."

You're not a welcome face to flatter.

"Okay. Thank you very much."

"Welcome..."

Shake hands all shaped and sit tight in a chair.

"Sounds like the soldiers have low morale. You know why?

"I am a soldier. I don't have a mouth to disagree with the upper management."

I mean, are you trying to say that the low morale is due to the upper management?

"Was it Yarkoff? I assume you're familiar with this regiment? Let me hear the rumors the soldiers are making. Don't worry, you won't even be able to identify it if it's a rumor."

I'll make an escape route for you to complain to me just as soon as you take office.

Yarkov hesitated for a moment, but exhaled one sigh and opened his teasing mouth.

"The 105th is rumored to be treated as a gathering of forcibly conscripted second-class citizens, which way to abandon pawns..."

There are second-class citizens in White Capital who are considered to have lived on their own with citizens with citizenship.

Second-class citizens are not given the same rights as citizens, and their lives are exceptionally harsh.

Still, what wasn't driven away from the White Capital was temporary labor and conscription - in preparation for things like this one.

Naturally they do not have the right to refuse conscription or anything else.

"Keep going."

I fished around and found booze. I tried to swallow it quickly but Celia would take it up on me.

"The equipment and treatment are worse than regular Federation soldiers, and the commander is quick, rumors are it won't be long..."

"I see."

Whoa, there was cheese.... isn't it full of mold? Throw it away.

"All the tasks given are chores. And when a great battle broke out, they threw it away as a stone... and so did all the other second-class soldiers."

"Ugh."

Find the sausage in the corner of your desk... it's sour! You're rotten!

"... no horseback riding and little training as a temporary organization! Besides, the commander owes money from other countries! Now it would be weirder to tell you to raise your morale!

Yarkov slapped Don and the table as he was spitting out the sausage.

At the end of the day, it was your own words, but you talk faster.

I'm gonna laugh at Yarkov looking at this one with his prepared eyes.

"Are you confident?

"What?"

You thought yelling at me was going to make you talk about punishment.

Yarkov replies like he's out of his mind.

"I'm confident I'll fight my enemies directly from the front and win. It's not a stone throw. It's a decent fight."

"We second-class people have lived through labor and demonic extermination! You play a decent fight and you're confident you'll let your enemies blow a bubble!

Yarkov responds with a puzzled face. I've forgotten my respects, but I don't like them either, so let's take a big look.

"I'm having trouble with just one bubble... okay. Then let's do it."

Take the liquor from Celia and give the cup to Yarkov as well.

"Let's force you to raise your morale. I think I'm ready for that."

I meant to smile well in person, but Yarkov is stiff with his cup in his grip.

That's funny, would you have looked so scared?

"Then I'll be with you too."

"You don't swallow"

I'll pour water into Celia's cup. You can't even look like that.

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A few days later, a village near Baidu.

"Imperial Army units found ahead! It seems like a regular army, not a war slave soldier. Total number, 700 as reported!

I can also see the Imperial Army's red based military outfit in the distance.

The enemy must have noticed this way already. I was starting to form formations.

According to Commander Staceli, the Imperial Fleet still manages rivers around White Capital, and from time to time they land small units for agitation and the seizure of supplies.

This time the enemy forces are one of them.

Enemy allies are already across the street and the battle will begin immediately with either decree.

"Even if it's small, it's 7000, still different digits."

"I heard you rushed to Command and wanted to deploy..."

Yarkov talks anxiously.

"Exactly. That was just the right number. It's just right for my first line, isn't it?

"But... the enemy is the regular army of the Empire. We 're-"

I stare at Yarkov.

"Private Corps? You think you can't win because you're a soldier who's a second-class citizen?

It looked like the big man got stuck in words and got smaller.

"He was a commander, and if that's what you were thinking, there's no way a decent mission could come."

I asked Commander Staceli about the 105th Corps.

It is true that 105 was going to let him work like a chore as a Private Corps and throw it into stone.

But that was not because they were a legion of second-class people.

Because he was judged to have low proficiency and morale and could not be used for a decent mission.

"It's a legion that I gathered, organized and even equipped, isn't it? We can't afford to throw it away for nothing in our country today."

Staceli said so and was laughing.

"Less training? Of course! A limited number of locations and materials will be assigned to promising regiments."

I shut up. I slap Yarkov on the shoulder, and then I move on to the front of the soldiers.

Let's give him some encouragement before the war. Breathe loudly and shout out.

"You guys are worthless!

"Dear Agil!?

Celia shouts like a scream when she says it off.

"Huh!?" "Are you making fun of me!?

I wanted to try and see what happens when I'm done here, but I'll probably lose out, so I'll stop.

"The conscription unit of the second-class gathering. Besides, if morale is low, it won't look good to you. How do you tell me to use anything but abandoned pawns?"

"Shh, you can say whatever you want..." "I know what you mean..."

Because of what I told Boroxo, the revolting voice disappears.

"It's impossible to get here and restore your honor. If I tell you up there, nothing will change your behavior."

Finally, I became silent. The enemy will be wondering.

"But there is only one thing. It's a way to get people to recognize you."

Pull out the long sword and point it at the enemy.

"Victory. Anyway, if we win, everything will work out. Victory is everything on the battlefield! You just win!

Grab the head of the soldier who was nearby.

"What can I do to win?

"Chi, if you fight with loyalty and bravery..."

I gently poke my soldier in the head and stare at the soldiers lined up from above the high Schwartz.

"What the hell. Was it loyalty, courage, patriotism? You fooled me into thinking it was a big lesson, and you're all alike."

There were no more soldiers to slap at in vain.

"To triumph... slay the enemy in front of you. Slash me, slay me, slay me, slay me, slay me!

If Leopold asks me, I'll be absolutely disgusted, but I'm not here, so I'm relieved.

"Brave or humble, but whatever. If we kill all our enemies, we win."

Is it good that it was easy to understand? Very few soldiers raise their voices.

"If you win and go home, you're heroes. Tell him to tell those other soldiers who are just fine with their gear. When are you going to the battlefield? We won and we're back. '

Until now, I guess the opposite has been said. A small number of soldiers cheer.

"One more thing at a time. I talked to the Supreme Commander. If you win, you can spin alcohol, food, and whores too!

A furious cheer echoes to heaven.

It's still a woman. A man moves with a woman.

"Follow me, all squadrons!"

Look at me the first time I popped up, and I panic and Yarkov runs the horse too.

The soldiers run to their enemies in a straight line, raising their voices not knowing if it was a cheer or a shout of assault.

There is no formation or discipline. But only war is overflowing.

There are no more momentum opportunities than now. There was no point in working small.

"Dear Eigil, the formation is a mess! I'm sticking it in like a dough! Are you okay?!?

The 105th Corps is an infantry subject and has no cavalry.

The sight of the infantry 800 screaming and pounding into the dough would be quite ugly.

Celia and Yarkov, lined up next door, look anxious.

Especially since Celia sees how Leoporto and Myra fight, she should know that such an disorderly way of fighting would result in defeat.

"You're not even busy training to form a formation anyway, are you? Then you can't win if you run into each other in equal numbers."

Yarkov nods.

"What those guys need right now is not a beautiful fight. You need a win because it can be ugly to wake up a loser who just talks stupid."

There will be more sacrifices than fighting neatly. But it's much better than being useless like this.

Finally, the enemy is approaching.

The Imperial Army is prepared in a lateral line of defense, but from the start it looks like it is eating bubbles into a total assault that is just what it is.

I guess I didn't think the Federation would fight this way. That makes me laugh when I think about it.

"Let's start with me."

Arrows concentrate on me as I head off and run.

But Schwartz and I are both dressed in dragon armor.

Even more dangerous arrows are paid off with swords and shields.

"Oops."

Sweep a single arrow close to stabbing Schwartz in the eye.

Schwartz hissing after looking at this one.

If you don't know, I might translate it as' thank you ', but I get it.

He says, "It'll be dangerous, but sweep it better."

"If you don't like hitting arrows, increase your speed!

Leaking hun and sigh, Schwartz accelerates to the point where the aim of the arrow deviates backwards.

Keep going towards the enemy formation...... radically change course to the left just before.

At the same time I tilt my body wide and wave a long sword.

Schwartz's acceleration and the weight of his long sword were enough to wipe out his enemies with every shield.

The metal sounds continuously and the enemies in the front row fall down in a bump.

"Yikes!" "Guh!

A spear protruded in haste plunders Schwartz, but is inhibited by horse armor and bounced.

Rarely does blood fly slightly through the gap, but Schwartz does not.

Poking horses running at high speeds from side to side in the first place doesn't help.

"The Admiral is going in and killing all his enemies!

"Awesome! There's nothing but barking!

Few enemies should have been fatally injured, as they are just grinding away their shields with the weight of their swords as they run.

Still, from the side coming from behind, it looks like I'm putting together a line of enemies and slashing them away.

"Continue to the Admiral -!!"

The dumplings of allies clash against their enemies, the sound of intense metal noises and dull meat hitting them, and screaming.

"Push, push -!" "Slash me! Whatever you do, you win!

"What are these guys! It's unscrupulous!" "Are you sure it's the Confederate army!? Isn't that barbarian reinforcement?!?

The allies are more rampant than knotted with the enemy......

He wields his sword without a regular decree, kicks his shield, and the soldiers who lose their weapons are beaten with stones.

The Imperial Army, which tried to take it while maintaining its line, is being pushed into crazy momentum.

"We only have a winning chance now"

Sooner or later, the enemy hits a variety of hands, including archer support and bypassing a separate team.

If that happens, you have no chance of winning the 105th only momentum.

Only now is the enemy eating bubbles and confusion.

"The center of the enemy is not thick. I almost want to break through the middle and split my enemies..."

The enemy assumes that this one will also come in formation, a formation entirely of the same thickness.

Then if I rip it in the middle, I won't be able to rebuild it.

But orders are hard to come by in the midst of a brawl. Well, what's the matter?

"There's an enemy general in the middle of the enemy formation! 100 gold coins if you knock them down!!

Yarkov suddenly screamed and the soldiers around him reacted.

"100 sheets!?" "The center! Eat through the center!

The attack of the allies concentrates in the center.

Yarkov turns this way and laughs.

Don't do it, it's a lot more effective than bad orders.

"We go into the center, too. Slash me from one end... but be careful."

Hit the enemy in the head as he says, kicking him off the horse.

"To what?

Yarkov jumped the enemy's neck and turned this way.

"Enemy women don't kill, they catch them alive. I'll take it later."

Yarkov, what are you stopping for? Let's go first.

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Federal VS Imperial War Forces Comparison (Current + Damage = Mobilization Limit. There's still room if it's not enough)

Olga Federation "War Situation Adhesive"

Soldiers now have a mobilisation limit of 1.23 million, 2.5 million.

Garland Empire

Soldiers now have a mobilisation limit of 1.08 million, 3.1 million. Both damaged 2.2 million (not including war slaves)

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 24, winter.

Status Legend of the Border of the Kingdom of Goldonia Mount Big Lords and Eastern Great Lords Friends of Dwarves Friends of King Ares Heroes of Dragon Killing

Elf intermediaries

Accompanying Celia (Escort/Auxiliary) Marta (Side Service) Nautia (Associate Temporary) Rare (Associate Temporary)

Brunhilde (squire tentative) Pipi (archer) Messerschmitt (barn) Schwartz (horse)

Albakin (Federal Ambassador) Mirmi (Arrival)

Property Gold Coins 13590

445 Experience 55 + 555 children given birth