Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Trisnia under occupation by the Southern Eugenian Frontline Command

Salute!

Men dressed in beautiful military uniforms with golden decorations salute at the same time.

Zaphnes takes the central seat with a brief salute back to them.

"It's good to make it all easier. Status report."

All but one will be seated when Zaphnes says so.

"The Western Legion of 80,000 has already sent out Trisnia. The resistance on the Gordonian side is sporadic, and by next week we'll have a line south of Arkland, as planned."

"Brilliant. [Acevedo] Your Western legions may be the need for an Arkland offensive, but don't get distracted."

When Zaphnes responds, the boneless man sits with his spine extended.

"The Central Legion of 50,000 is expanding its multitude of regiments and is in the process of capturing an enemy army that is trying to muster to Arkland while occupying the Crown's occupation between Trisnia and Arkland. All in all, the Horse Army is fragile, mostly avoiding engagements, renouncing possession and retreating north. As soon as we take control of the perimeter, we will attempt the Arkland siege by covering the Western Legion as we operate."

"Roger that. [Maestas] Your central legion's mobility may determine the battlefield. Loreil was one step away... but it's only in Arkland that you get rid of your enemies."

The busy man laughs invincibly before sitting quietly.

"Heavy Squads are also collecting supplies well for the upcoming Games."

"Both trained conscripts have arrived. You'll be able to stand a streak of battles."

"Um, don't let the barracks pull the feet of the front-line troops. Do it right."

Zaphnes nods satisfactorily, then coughs one up and sharpens his eyes.

"Well, I'm waiting for another report."

Everyone's eyes concentrate on one point.

The bearded man who was ahead of him takes his seat as he dwarfs his giant body.

"And the Eastern Legion 70,000... failed to attack hardlet Zan-Dora... Dear Sir. Defeat two meetings and the damage is immense... and the senior commander will continue to suffer the casualties of the war... without the replenishment of a massive general, we will not be able to march."

"How big is it?"

Zaphnes dares not absurd his voice, but inquires lightly.

"20,000 killed in battle, 30,000 wounded in battle... 20,000 of them are incapable of combat and need to be transferred to their home countries."

After a moment of silence, Zaphnes slaps his desk with the rigidity he has before him.

"You say it's a loss of 40,000? It's devastation!

The cup placed falls and the contents are splashed.

Western Army Commander Acevedo does not change his expression and Central Army Commander Maestas quickly rescues only his cup.

"... Meh, depending on the face"

"So how much damage did you inflict on the enemy?

Zaphnes threw the next question before the apology was over.

The man answers with a crying face that does not look good on his gigantic body and a fine voice.

"The enemy's key base, Zan-Dora, was completely destroyed..."

"Zan-Dora is an operational barracks base, destroy it and what do we do?"

Tell the man who emphatically says' important 'that Acevedo roars in a low voice.

"What damage did you inflict on the enemy? I heard that."

Zaphnes repeats again.

The man dropped his shoulder, as he had noticed.

"Around 25,000 Hardlett Border Berg Army... the damage I did in this meeting... yes, I thought it was about 10%"

Maestus sprays the rescued drink because of it.

"You attacked with three times as much force and lost with twenty times as much damage... no, it's something that was often lost that far"

Zaphnes exhales a large and long sigh.

"Dabol... I've known you a long time, but I didn't think you were incompetent so far."

Zaphnes shakes his head and stares at Dabol.

But the sound of a bell ringing there broke.

"Wait. Winning or losing a battle is also called luck of time. What's the point of arguing here and now?

It was Wilhelmina dressed in a less decorative dress than usual that showed up.

Everyone on the field rises from their chairs in unison and salutes them most.

"Dabol, you will have something to accomplish before excuses and apologies. Report the cause of defeat and enemy details and make progress on the future. That's what brings us victory."

Dabol turns his tear-moistened eyes to Wilhelmina.

And erase the humility and stretch your chest.

"The morale and sophistication of the hardlet soldiers are no worse than those of the Gordonian Regular Army, and they have surpassed those of the Regular Army in uniform and are beyond the realm of the Horse Army."

Those who have so far condemned Dabol will not pinch their mouths in front of useful information that has also come out.

"The hardlet army's biggest characteristic rider archers are thousands and extremely capable of fighting in a small number while also gaining mounting power, more than acting on a family basis. Border tribes... probably live in mountainous areas -"

When the report is finished, Dabol turns to Zaphnes.

"Currently our Eastern Legion is in a state of utter inability to move. As it stands, we can't even tow a hardlet army, threatening to allow lateral spears to the Arkland offensive strategy. How can I help you?"

In the wake of his unhumbled eyes, Zaphnes lays his hands on his temples.

"... no soldier can point a major operation at the defeated before. But I don't think it's a good idea to leave it like this."

As Zaphnes dropped his eyes on the map, his thin, white fingers pointed at him all the more.

"This unit doesn't seem to be moving, though?

The place Wilhelmina pointed to was the Kingdom of Malt.

One man pops forward to be bounced.

"The Second Eastern Regiment is garrisoned in the capital Biard in the wake of the surrender of the Kingdom of Malt! You can always move!

"My name is?

But Zaphnes's reaction with the other Legion leaders is dull.

"Eastern Second Regiment...... although the name is certainly Regiment"

"Gathering for small country malt control... will it hit the hardlet army properly?

"... we'll only have 40,000 troops."

Wilhelmina tells the reluctant Zaphnes not to smile.

That gaze was not directed toward Zaphnes.

"Lead the defeated 30,000 and the immature 40,000 to discuss a mighty enemy. Aren't you sure about that?

Dabol, who was at the end of his gaze, closes his eyes and then shakes his head.

"I don't have that talent for a defeated general."

Wilhelmina smiles at Dabol before shifting her gaze gently.

After a few moments of silence, one woman was named.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty, I would be confident in fulfilling that mandate"

"[Patricia] Ka"

Zaphnes, after being surprised, puts his hand on his chin and thinks.

"Certainly no one else has the talent for tactics and oddities that don't fit into your boundaries. But you have no experience in moving 10,000 soldiers. Is it suddenly 70,000 long enough..."

Patricia stops by Zaphnes first.

"I have no experience, but I am confident. I want you to believe me for putting up a lot of battlefields with you."

Putting her chest up and saying confidently, she even looks arrogant through her rigidity.

But what I have said clearly gives reassurance to my surroundings.

"Isn't that good? Everyone has their first time. This must be the time for her."

There is also Wilhelmina cover, and Patricia is getting more and more tenacious and impending.

And now I can't make a decision. Last support went into Zaphnes.

"She should go through it. First time under you."

"Gu"

Zaphnes' body trembles and whispers to Wilhelmina in a voice that no one else can hear.

"Where did you learn about my relationship with Patricia? You didn't ask him in person?

"Well, I don't know."

Zaphnes looks back at Patricia with a bitter face.

On the other hand, she had her eyes shining with confidence.

"... ok. Patricia-Larray. I'll put you in charge of the Eastern Regiment. After rendezvous with Mort's tactical unit, hit the Hardlett Army and aim for a Rafen attack if possible."

"It's an honor, my lord!

Zaphnes then turns back to Dabol.

"Dabol. You have to take responsibility for the defeat, not to mention the outcome of the battle you fought with all your might. You change the Legion Leader, drop the three-tier rank, and leave it to the 500-man Battalion Leader. All right?"

Dabol bowed his head to the point where he seemed to climb to the floor silently.

"Then this concludes the military debate. Return to your ranks, each of you."

After the military debate, Dabol followed Zaphnes, who left the room.

"What can I do for you? I don't need a plea or a gratuity."

"No, actually, I just want to tell His Excellency something. It's unconfirmed information, so I was wondering if it might cause unnecessary confusion if I told the others."

Dabol whispers to Zaphnes.

"SE... you said you saw that woman!?

Stunning voices echoed around, Zaphnes hurriedly dropped the volume.

"We couldn't confirm it because it was during a riot in the city. But since it was the direct staff who witnessed it, I don't think it was a mistake."

"Okay. I'll check it out with mine. Until then, no need to say anything else."

"Ha"

After Dabol leaves, Zaphnes makes sure there are no people around to speak for himself.

"I thought it disappeared with the river algae chips... but did you come to the central plains too?

Zaphnes looks east.

"Dabol's story says he was fighting as a soldier. If you're doing mercenary fights to survive... if you let me know I'm in a position to do something serious, you'll naturally rely on me. That way we can make him my woman - Secrito. That brown chest and ass to my freedom...... hehe hehe"

Zaphnes had a belligerent grin and flexed slightly to speed up his walk.

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Wangdu Gordonia

A fierce rage echoes in the royal palace.

"Your Majesty, why don't you understand! Not if you're wasting all your time on one soldier right now!

"Lord Radharde, be wary of such disrespectful remarks to Your Majesty."

Eirich yells at the attorney general of the Kenneth Valve.

"It's a far more important story than disrespect or anything, courtesy, etc. Enemy troops are coming to Arkland in large numbers! If that falls, Gordonia will lose the entire south, and hence the majority of its power."

The king smiles bitterly on behalf of the Attorney General, who is blinded by the sword screen.

"I understand what you're saying. But leave the bugs in the lions after the rest and the rest of their loved ones."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, that's not true"

The minister and his proximity, and even Kenneth, are breathtaking.

I didn't think Eirich would break into the king's words.

A slight grin disappears from the king, pointing a cold gaze at Eirich like he sees enemies.

But Eirich doesn't stop.

We knew if we stopped halfway here, that would be the only way to ruin it.

"The extermination of worms should be done fully after the extermination of the LTTE in front of you. Now you have to ignore the slightest pain, itching, etc. and engage with your life at risk."

"... are you going to use the rest as food for bugs?

"There are no people-eating worms to begin with. But tigers aren't. If we keep dealing with each other, the tiger will necessarily destroy the kingdom and harm His Majesty."

Isn't it the king's delusion that bugs gather in the body in the first place? I just don't put it in my mouth.

"Whether it's your job to do something about it or not! It is clear that the responsibility for defeat from the war lies with the Military Director, and that is why we spoke of a diplomatic solution from the outset!

One of the Kenneth clerks yells at Eirich.

But he yells back in a voice that doubles for less than a second.

"Shut up! Don't you see there's no more peace! Incompetence if you know it, traitor if you know it!

Civilians lose their hips in a caged drink that's not the same as a quarrel between them.

Kenneth keeps a quiet eye on things, saying nothing but losing if he gets the word out.

"It is true, of course, that Trisnia, Loreil, was defeated by my lack of capacity. That's why we have to put all our strength into the next fight and let the battlefield be saved once and for all. You can't stick your soldiers up to a rebellion that hasn't even happened like now. Your Majesty, I want you to entrust me with everything in the Royal Army. I'll make sure you get the battlefield back."

Eirich begs the king just that he has nothing to fear at the earliest.

The proximities who refrained behind the king from speaking too reluctantly were gradually distancing themselves from the king.

"Eirich...... I trust you the rest. Because I believe you, I can give you the Marquis and entrust you with the Royal Army as military director. This battle has become difficult, and no faith in you has been lost"

The king rises from the throne and leans closer to Eirich.

But I don't bow or slap my shoulder like I've done before. I keep looking down.

"But trust in the rest of us is not the time to believe in God. It can shake and you can doubt it. I think it's ridiculous, but I still think," Isn't Sir going to change the rest? "" Isn't it Sir who pulled the thread of the raid? "

The throne room is surrounded by so much silence that my ears ache.

No one speaks a word.

Even Kenneth factions opposed to Eirich are killing the sound of their breath.

If I were to cough up one thing, the tension that seemed to make the firepowder fly was filling the place.

Eirich looks up and looks into the king's eyes. Nor does the king stray from sight again.

"I have no rebellion whatsoever. If you doubt it, you can look into it as much as you want, and if it's a little cloudy, you can take any punishment you want."

The king and Eirich overlap their gaze for a while.

You can say we're staring at each other.

Eventually, the king missed his sight more.

Slightly loose air in the field. Still, all the other people can do is exhale and they can't afford to move their bodies.

"The Chief Executive has tried to negotiate peace with southern Euglia. What's the result?"

"Sire!"

The king controls Eirich, who speaks up, with his hands.

Now Kenneth gets everyone's gaze together.

"No concrete results. The opponent only repeated that he would respond to the current frontline as a tentative ceasefire, and that the withdrawal would follow if this one pulled ahead."

"And then what do you think?

The king asks Kenneth.

Kenneth gives Eirich a glimpse before answering.

"Unfortunately, there is no will for peace on the southern Eugenian side. It's all in the valves to buy time and create this void. At least there won't be room for negotiation unless we break the enemy on the battlefield and overturn the current disadvantage."

Eirich, who was under control, raises his voice again.

"Your Majesty. Peace or battle, not. Fight or give up, that's the choice."

The king looks up at the void for a while.

Then I glanced at the giant cage sitting behind the throne.

There is a small noise with Karan from the cage.

"... let's be good. Let's call all the Royal Army back to the King's Capital and leave it to the Military Inspector General. Don't betray the rest of your trust."

"It will cost you your life."

Eirich, who loosened his expression with relief, but made his face stretch again to the next word of the king.

"And I can't even let the lords go wild without knowing if there's any rebellion. Therefore, he orders all soldiers who can be moved by all lords and nobles to lead and join him. You can't let anything happen surrounded by the Royal Army."

"But the barracks... No, I understand."

Eirich speaks up.

It would just strain the barracks on top of not doing any good, such as gathering lord soldiers.

Still, it made a lot of sense for all of the Royal Army to assemble, and no more sticky and withdrawn from everything, no ex or son.

"I ran to calculation... I'm still gorgeous and clean. He wouldn't hesitate to say it until the end."

Eirich thought of the only man he could count on as he sighed.

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Zan-Dora site

"'Lead all the soldiers you can move to the king's capital.' You don't even know what's going on here..."

Celia tilts the letter uncomfortably.

It won't change from side to side.

The contact came from Eirich, but the order was given by the king.

If that's possible, come, not say, but an order to appear in the King's capital.

Besides, it's addressed to all other lords, not just me, from the standpoint of style.

"Are you in that much trouble with soldiers?

"No, I don't think it means more than the load we put on the barracks, even if we gather the soldiers of our small and medium-sized lords. So this is more political than military."

I don't know about politics.

"If that's the king's order, you have to go. But even though we destroyed it, the eastern legions of the enemy are at best in our territory. The troops that attacked Mort also have signs of a northbound... Mmm."

Myra has her head.

I'm guessing you're thinking of the force to be left here and the appropriations to take you to the King's Capital.

"I'm already thinking about soldier allocation."

I say it out of my chest.

Funny how Leopold looks at this one with interest. Well, it looks faceless.

Tristan just said it would be a nagging thing anyway. Let Celia kick you later.

"Hehe, listen and be surprised!

- A while later. Gordonia, the king's capital.

"300 Knights of the Hao Dragons, more honorable than the Count Krane family, just come up now!

"Two hundred members of the Bull Regiment are said to be in our territory from the Count of Boldon's house, here we are!

"A hundred members of the Hot Pork Brigade who made way for more than the Viscount Metaball family, here they come!

Lords are bravely introducing their own soldiers, just like me.

I think it looked delicious, but let's not give it away.

"Um, now is the time for national disaster. It's imperative that you guys be active. Your Majesty has also said that he will spare no effort to reward you according to your activity...... there have been a lot of confusion, but now forget everything and just fight me"

Eirich speaks out in honor of each and every lord, but he looks so tired.

"Naturally, I can't seem to use it at all."

When the dragon does it, the horse is breathing with Gotegote heavy armament.

That kills horse riding mobility.

The cow is hardened with a sword and a large shield crossbow, but there are no longspear soldiers.

That would be dull to use for attacks, and even if used for defense, if the enemy had 20 heavy cavalry, they would be hit out.

Pigs are out of the question. Above all, I get hungry.

"I didn't know you couldn't use it. Would be disrespectful!

Whoa, she heard herself talking.

A man like a lord's squire grabbed my shoulder.

"Where are you... Hardlett Borderline Bob!?

"Ooh, did you hear that? I'm sorry."

When I look back, the man panics and bows his head.

"No way. Sir Hardlett and I have no idea. Please be rude! Please, just life...... no, just forgive me for bedding my newlywed beautiful wife!

Why are you so threatened?

I haven't had much chance to come to Wang Du lately, but is my rumor supposed to be outrageous?

"Oh, Lord Hardlett. Were you here? No, I looked for him."

"I thought Sir Hardlett's army would find him soon, but did they just put him outside the city"

"Ha, it's not as easy to arrange as we are."

The next people who have spoken up are the poor threesome Uncle Monassi, Viscount Bimbo and Baron Gokfin.

With that said, he said we should head to the Wang Capital together in the sentence, but forgot. I'm sorry.

The three introduce their own troops with their chests up against Eirich.

"The three of us are one heart."

These guys are really close.

"The army is one for three again."

You put the three of us together because you don't have any money.

"See Our Elite"

Five hundred soldiers appear in footsteps.

The armor is a stripped steel, no beauty, but it is a practical piece of equipment and a good balance in the soldier's department.

The line looks well organized and highly skilled.

Eirich's eyes shine slightly.

"You've got a good army. It's not just a show, it's a fight."

I had Myra go out before because they said they wanted to train soldiers.

When I came back, I dropped my wallet with a lot of money and was depressed, but, well, that doesn't matter.

"What's the name of the squad?

Eirich rarely asks for a squad name.

I don't know your name either. I'm a little interested.

"" "Monassi Bimbo Gokufin Joint Army, Only Pride Can't Be Lost, Hungry Dogs 529 Visit Here!

"" Hungry... dogs?

Me and Eirich's voices overlap.

"Aren't you a hungry wolf?

"The hungry wolf also comes from Sir Hardlett's name. We'll put it on."

I don't care.

"But I want to reveal it to Sir Hardlett's martial name! So I made a slight compromise and made him a hungry dog!

"... right"

I see the threesome with Eirich's indescribable face.

"Hungry Wolf" stands out for its fierceness, but "Hungry Dog" stands out for its hungry feeling. What a poor minister.

Besides, it feels squeezed out to say the number of soldiers 529, so I can't dress up.

550 or couldn't you at least add one and make it 530? I guess I didn't have the money for the last one.

I have eyes for Eirich when I think about it.

"You've come well. Your territory is under attack by the enemy as well... I'm so sorry"

"No, there's nothing you can do if you don't win in the west."

Me and Eirich shake hands disappointingly.

"To be honest, I'm not counting Lords' soldiers or anything. Ha, you're the only exception."

It's kind of hard to believe it's appreciated that much.

You want to do everything you can.

"Now, introduce me to your soldiers"

Eirich says with a laugh.

The surrounding lords are also stopping their respective names and chatter and sipping and looking at this one.

Let's give him a fancy name here.

"From the Hardlett Border House, I'm here alone!

Raise your voice bigger than any other name.

Unexpectedly, a different unpleasant silence ensues.

Karan and metal sounds.

If you look at it, the poor group is removing the sword.

"Are you kidding me? Are you serious?"

"I mean it."

Answer Eirich's voice like crawling through the ground without hesitation.

I was taken to Eirich's office, strangled irrationally.