Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

White Town General Command

"There's a Walnaski fool!

Martin enters the Command Office without saying anything when he receives a report from the Landing Army within Command, and when he closes the door he raises his anger.

"What's going on with his head, like invading with a million pounds of landing gear!

Martin slapping the desk with Don.

He entered the Commander's Office to avoid his anger causing anxiety to other men.

The Commander's office now has only Nicolai, who is in his stomach.

"We're going south in the name of sweeping enemies around us. I sent out a reply telling Zabrera to return immediately and begin the retreat... but it will take some time"

"I can't even move a ship with a message in the fog fast!

Martin says so, then drinks up the water on his desk at once and returns to his sober voice.

"- You showed me an ugly place. I couldn't tell he was this big of a head, and he said it was my fault."

Nicolai also nods small at Martin, who smiles bitterly.

"No, I take it for granted. If I were the commander, I would have knocked the desk down."

A small laugh crossed. In the absence of the others, they return from their superiors to their best friends for many years.

But both laughs vanished in an instant.

"We have to strike a precaution as soon as possible. If we were to descend disorderly south of Zabrera, we would eventually hit with a leading army of enemies. Disadvantaged in a lightly equipped landing army. We must also assume that we will be defeated"

Nicolai also agrees.

"Wolnasky wants reinforcements if possible, but that's out of the question. If the fog clears after sending hundreds of thousands more than the Imperial Fleet is alive, it will be isolated. And that's not a long day away."

Martin says as he pulls the order out of the shelf.

"Collect the remaining ships of the Eastern River Fleet and Ivanna's fleet. … the example ship is also complete. I'll hit you with my hand."

Martin went on to make sure his anger and haste didn't appear in the sentence, as he carefully gave the order.

"Reassemble your strategy on the assumption that 100,000 elite landing legions have vanished."

"Understood."

Nicolai returns a brilliant salute.

"Nevertheless, Walnasky is so incompetent... and my eyes are still there."

Martin sighs with a glimpse of Walnasky's resume and realizes there is.

And after closing his eyes with regret, he slammed a glass of glass on his desk.

"What's up? Was he doing anything else?

"No, this anger is on me. I wonder why I missed it."

Martin gives Nicolai his resume.

"Look at his family. My only daughter, [Sophia], is married to Sir Sembray of Kareenin. My husband died in battle, she couldn't get herself out of the city, and she said she was missing. He was going to go all the way to Kareenin."

"It's still a difficult fool to privatize the military. It's a matter of his own qualities."

Martin closes the dossier and looks up to heaven.

"I guess so. But if I had known, I would have done it. I can't help it anymore."

Martin continues with one stretch.

"I wonder what happened to that Gordonian guy, too. He wasn't what I expected, but he was an interesting man."

"It's a constant on the battlefield. With martial arts, you can dive through it."

"Or so it is."

Martin checked his face in the mirror, making sure that his anger and haste were not on his face at all, before leaving the room and returning to his staff.

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Retreating to Landing Corps Zabrera

"This is an order from the General Command of Defense. Are you sure?

……

The commanders lined up in front of Walnaski, and he was sneering disappointingly.

I sit in my chair at a distance where I can hear my voice and continue to stroke Celia's ass, which is immobilized upright on the side.

"Huh! Ku......"

There is no reason for her deputy to speak out at this gathering of commanding ranks, and she sues desperately with her eyes.

But it's so cute, I stroked it more... tears came to me. I'm in too much shape, sorry.

We defeated the Imperial Corps.

We can also say that we won for once because we stood down as generals and our enemies retreated.

But if you look at the damage, you can't say anything like that.

In that battle, the Landing Regiment lost about half of its total strength, as well as many powerful weapons such as cannons and crossbows.

Enemy damage is of the same magnitude, but there is more than twice as much openness to first-place force.

If you rebuild your posture and get attacked again, you can't hold it up at all this time.

Celia and Yarkov, as well as the other army leaders, seemed to have the same idea, with almost all of them in agreement, and their retreat to Zabrera advanced.

Still, Commander Wolnasky began to ask if he could move forward to Kareenin because he had also withdrawn his army of enemies, and there he received an order from the General Command.

It was given in the name of the Commander-in-Chief. It vehemently disputed this southbound direction with the distortion of the order, and even wrote that if it did not comply with the immediate and unconditional withdrawal, the commander should be replaced within the regiment according to sequence.

The captains decided to dismiss Walnaski, who was still claiming to march on the basis of the order, with the consent of everyone.

And now the Corps is slowly starting to withdraw.

I don't have to worry about being pursued for now because the enemy's main force has also dropped again, but the soldiers seem to be wounded and exhausted and only seemingly defeated by the sight.

"Not at all. I'll take care of the rest..."

Walnaski, who dropped his shoulder, stands up with the Legion Leader's wand and cape in his chair.

One of the commanders of the regiment asks with a sad face.

"My lord, why did you make this unscrupulous advance? Your Excellency should never have been the right man to go."

Is it a long-time associate?

"- I can't hide it over this period. To Kareenin, my daughter was married."

He starts talking like he gave up half the time.

That my only daughter, who was in Kalinin, ran away from the Imperial assault and went missing late.

That the inhabitants and the families of the lords of the city occupied by the Empire have a tragic fate.

I couldn't do anything to her since I was a little girl. What I wanted to do to save her somehow.

As the conversation progresses, there is anger in command. The source is the other regiment leaders...... is that obvious?

My father, who fights enemies for his daughter, is a beautiful story, but nothing but privatization, such as moving an army for it.

Not least, the landing legions have chosen the elite troops, and if there is such a thing as total annihilation, the whole war will also be affected.

"My lord - no, you -!"

One soldier leader approached Walnaski with momentum just pulling out his sword.

Walnaski, on the other hand, doesn't resist like he already gave up everything.

"Well, wait. Your Excellency has already been dismissed. There's no point in asking any more questions."

That's what I say, get in between them and pull them apart.

Let the soldier who was grabbing both sides of him go too because I'm taking him.

In the meantime, it seems Walnasky will be shaped like house arrest in a nearby carriage.

"My lord must be furious too."

"No, nothing."

I put my own troops and my country at risk for my daughter.

I know you're disqualified as a soldier, but I don't feel particularly disgusted or angry.

Because I would give priority to one close person over a hundred thousand that I don't even know very well.

That's only natural if it's a woman, not a daughter.

"Well... can you even listen to my daughter at the end?

"Whatever you want"

If he makes it back to the White Capital, he won't be sorry. He should know that, too.

Not particularly close, but not as much trouble as listening to him.

"My daughter..."

Next to me, my father starts talking about his beloved only daughter.

Speaking pale as I can think of, Walnasky, I felt my expression change.

"The last time I saw her, she blurred that she had meat on her belly. Sometimes my breasts are so big, it's easy to get fat and see."

"Are you a good meaty boob......"

"You're a relaxed daughter who laughs a lot. I'm sure you won't be able to stand the harsh environment. And she's beautiful in the eyes of her parents. I couldn't bear to think I might be seeing her hard as a woman."

"And are you beautiful..."

"Twenty-four this year because of the fluttering and loving look of my marriage, I thought it was time for even my grandson's arrowhead..."

"Twenty-four loving beauties...... and chubby, big tits...... I see"

Determination solidified.

"My lord, what would you do if there was a man who would save your daughter?

"The hypothetical story just gets empty. But with a man like that... I would give anything away. Needless to say, you're a hell of a parent idiot."

"... So what if I wanted your daughter?

"It's a troubling place, but it's about my loving daughter. If you had a man like that, you wouldn't have to forgive his parents to follow him."

It's settled.

"I won't be able to save you. But let me show you your daughter."

He said something, but it didn't matter anymore.

Night

"Yeah, Dear Eigil... it's Polar"

"Munyamunya... Daikon..."

Leave Celia and Pipi in bed, and I'll be ready.

I attacked him pretty hard, so he wouldn't wake up so easily.

"I'm sorry, but I have to."

Kissing the two faces loosens their facial expressions.

I'm going to Kalinin now.

Fortunately, the foot of the landing legion, which caused a lot of damage, will be slow and not that far from the city.

If you run with a horse, you'll be there in no time.

It may not be a good idea to leave the troops on your own, but we won't do it until we get to Zabrera anyway.

Let's assume that if it's going to fall apart, we'll leave a proper note.

If you look at that one, you'll do well. Heh heh, I'm a fighter too.

The problem is the security posture around Kalinin, but the enemy should also know this one is retreating, so the vigilance won't be so severe. It shouldn't be hard to get in alone.

"I'm not alone."

"Mmm."

Brunhilde calls me when I sneak out.

For her, the night was time for activity, there was no way she could steal her eyes.

"Hmm, is it something you can make me go single? It's so uncomfortable to think that you're going to die where your concubine hasn't seen you, and your delicious blood will disappear to the ground!

Ask questions here and Celia and the others will wake up.

It's really something I should clean up on my own, but I can't help it.

"Okay Brunhilde. You're gonna help me again."

"Or don't get me wrong! Concubines don't just need blood! It's not like I can't even sleep during the day if I think about what I'm gonna do if you die!

He blocks Brunhilde's mouth with his hands as his voice grows louder and takes Schwartz away.

The wound... I applied the wound medicine for once, but it may not be sufficient.

Well, I'm hurt a little bit too.

"I'm going to save the woman. Big tits. Can we go?"

Schwartz hisses and prompts him to get on. That's a porn horse.

"Let's leave the heavy gear behind. You can't go into town with a long sword in your armor."

It's impossible to take a heavy shield or a long sword if you think about sneaking in.

Plus only a light dual crater would be less burdensome on Schwartz.

"All the horses and horses. I like women. I really don't have a choice. Not my brother... I need to make it right someday. What's good about big tits and all that?"

I jump on Schwartz and reach out to Brunhilde, who is touching my chest with a pepper.

"Let's go then. Brunhilde, get in the back."

"I don't want it. Concubines are faster."

That's what I said and ran out Brunhilde was really faster than Schwartz.

Schwartz also increased his speed over the horse's pride, but kicking the ground and running as if flying, she even looked back at this one from time to time to show her care.

So we ran at a windy speed, and just before dawn, we arrived in front of the city walls of Kalinin at the best possible time.

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For the record, Tristan Fugitive — Loss

"Hmmm, it's unfair labor...... munya"

"... why is this happening"

Estelle elbows on the bed and sighs heavily.

I don't care what you think. This didn't end right.

Estelle was spotted walking in as a security soldier to get Tristan away.

Finally, a soldier pulled out his sword...

"If you mean I'm cut off and I'm sleeping in bed, I know."

Reality was not.

Tristan rushed to look at the soldier who had pulled out his sword.

"The impassioned Tristan is protecting me because my body is getting hot..."

Tristan fell unconscious in a book at his feet before standing in front of Estelle.

"Are you a grandmother who falls indoors and faints? How dull you smell!

Estelle clings to Tristan's sleeping cheek. A fine voice leaked.

"Nevertheless... I can't believe this is Lord's staff. What do you mean you were just running away from work?"

When Tristan fainted, the soldiers panicked visibly.

Estelle asked if this was strange and found out the truth.

Myra, who eventually heard the noise, came and allowed Tristan, who had fainted, to rest for just one more day.

"Nah, you're tired of everything."

Estelle puts her head on Tristan's sleeping bed.

"I thought the time now would be pretty good. Tomorrow's the end."

I was relieved to find out that Tristan would not be punished.

But on the other hand, I don't really think he and Estelle, the lord's staff, will be able to stay close in the future.

"... I miss you"

Estelle stirs up alcohol all at once in a cup that she usually doesn't swallow.

"Speaking of which, I thought you said you couldn't swallow a drop of alcohol. Because if I drink a glass, I throw up a bucket."

I laugh when I dull.

"Weird man. I'm not interested in women or alcohol and I hate my job. What do you want in life... a book and tea? Really like a father."

Estelle wakes up and peeks into Tristan's face from close range.

Regularly moving chest, slightly open lips, a distracting atmosphere, but with a well-groomed face.

Her body gets even hotter because of the booze.

"It's the last time, and you can't tempt me..." Never responds. "

The booze was definitely eroding her thoughts.

"If you can't ask me out, I'll have to do it. He's weak, and I can help..."

Slowly Estelle's mouth angle is caught.

"Yeah... what the hell... Estelle? Uh, what's happened since then?

I woke up. Estelle smiles at Tristan.

"You fell and lost your mind trying to protect me. 'Cause I'm a real moron."

Tristan blushes slightly.

"Ha, you don't do unfamiliar things. I'm not a mess."

"Yeah, I looked the worst. Myra told me everything."

Tristan laughed bitterly.

"But it was a pleasure, Tristan."

The two staring and smiling, but Tristan suddenly becomes faceless.

"So, what's this?"

"What?

Tristan tries to move his hands, but he can't.

Of course, because his hands are tied to the bed over his head.

"Why am I in custody?

"Ugh, you want to hear it?

Estelle squeezes over the man as she says.

"What are you doing? I want you to step aside because it's heavy..."

"Heh, heh, heh."

Tristan notices Estelle's unnatural appearance, but it was all too late.

"Are you drinking?... What do you really do! You must be seriously drunk!?

"I don't care how much you invite. Tristan only has tough measures. I'll cut your virginity and raise you, so make yourself comfortable."

"This is rape, then."

"It's not rape for a woman to offend a man! You don't say anything girly, you just stay still, because if you make a big deal out of it, it'll be over soon!

"Oh... my God. I'm just relaxing with the book."

"It's no use resisting! Because I'm stronger. Count the stains on the ceiling."

The two shadows come together and shake slowly.

Next morning.

"Oh my god... they have defiled me... they have taken me away..."

A laid back Tristan accompanies the soldier back to the mansion.

Estelle drops off only wearing sheets.

"You were around the mansion, weren't you? How could you not help me..."

Tristan stares at the soldiers with grudging eyes, but the soldiers look complicated.

"You're being offended by such a beautiful daughter... do you need help?

"Right. I thought that was the kind of play."

"If you don't like it, you can shake it off. About a woman's fine arms."

To the hissing of the soldiers, Tristan dropped his shoulders and said, 'I'm more powerless,'

"It was terrible at the end but... you took care of me"

With the sigh Tristan bids Estelle farewell.

But her reply was not an acceptance of goodbye.

"Yeah. You took care of a lot."

Estelle gently strokes her own lower abdomen just hiding it with sheets as she says so.

"Plenty for what I hated...... hehe, maybe I will. I hope so."

Tristan sighed like all the air out of his lungs on Estelle, who stroked his belly with a gentle face.

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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 "In South Coast Fight"

Soldiers now have a mobilisation limit of 1.14 million, 2.5 million.

Garland Empire

Soldiers now have 1.42 million (of which 460,000 are war men) mobilisation limit of 3.1 million. Both damages are 2.14 million (not including war men)

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Protagonist Agil-Hardlet, 24, early spring.

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

5500 members of the 105th Temporary Formed Corps of the Lower Army

Accompanying Celia (Commander) Marta (Waiting) Nautia (Special Archer) Rare (Waiting)

Brunhilde (Monster) Pipi (Archer)

Messerschmidt (dog) Schwartz (injury) Mirmi (under dive) Yarkov (deputy general)

Estelle (perpetrator) Tristan (victim)

Property Gold Coins 13000

450 Experience 55 + 555 children given birth