Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"For the little one's sake... I drank it for you... ugh"

I'm headed to her bed with a neat secrito on my back.

"Because I drink twenty glasses."

At the booze festival for the completion of the prosthetic hand, Secrito strained himself with Barbano to exceed the limit of alcohol.

"If a beautiful woman like you gets drunk, she's gonna get attacked."

Usually it's like having a full course on the side of the road from a bad guy such as a strong woman getting drunk and sleeping.

No wonder my crotch is all over the seed juice when I wake up.

I'm glad to hear it.

To put it the other way, Secrito must have been relieved and drunk because I was beside him.

And I drank it until it crumbled because she herself was happy to exalt her new prosthetic arm.

With Secrito on his back, he arrives at her bedroom.

"Ah, Master Secrito!?

It was one familiar girl who showed up, for sure...

"My name is [Lot] and I have it for Master Secrito. Oh so much to drink..."

She is a girl who, if Ceclito put it well, surrounds herself... and, worse still, toys with it.

Secrito said he liked it and grabbed it when he saw it in a nearby village.

Naturally, I tried to get him right back, but what happened Lot was ruled to his heart by Secrito, "I want to remain a slave. I absolutely don't like to leave," because it's something I cry about.

"... Shut up, you bitch, whip me again... ugh"

Secrito raised his voice with his eyes closed whether he had reacted to her voice or not, but immediately pressed his mouth and circled.

Looks like it's time for a reflux.

I lay my brown limb on the bed, and I took a breath.

"Yes, it's water. I'll wipe your body, too. If you're going to throw up, pick a bucket or my face."

Lot takes care of Secrito without worrying about me.

That's just making her slave public.

"Hmm."

Observe once again the lot serving healthy while being cursed by Secrito.

When we first met, it wasn't the same thing.

Was I 15 or 6 when I was a year old?

I'm not a child, but I haven't cut it as an adult yet.

She is 150 cm tall or not and looks quite small because of her luxurious physique.

Her hair is pretty dark-colored blonde and looks brown in the distance.

Her eyes are beautiful blue, her eyes are dripping and her skin tone is not as good as Ceclito's, but she burns to the sun and has a healthy color.

"What is it?

Lot looks at me observing his whole body. He looks at me wondering if you've noticed my gaze.

Not a particularly eye-catching beauty. She's a village girl everywhere.

However, the atmosphere of its voice colour and motion is unique and gives rise to an urge to dominate

"... guh... damn it... I'll kill you"

Lot turned his gaze to Secrito, who said noisy sleeping remarks.

Lot's outfit is so short that he can see his thighs, a piece with a wide open back.

I see a lot of things because it's a peek into the bed secrito in that outfit.

A red muscle on the back...... would be a mark of a whip.

The rounded ass looks red and swollen.

And most importantly... she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Ko, I told you not to wear underwear at the behest of Sekrito... and the whip is what I want!

Lot to hide his ass in a hurry.

"... a female pig... get your ass out... give me a whip until my skin breaks..."

"Ahhh..."

You reacted to our voice, and again, Secrito says something to sleep on.

Lot trembles with a blurb and a suspicious juice passes down his thighs.

"Hmm."

I was actually going to have fun with Secrito after the liquor platter, but it's totally crumbling and I'm not going to wake up for a while.

And in front of me, a woman with her underwear off is dripping juice.

"Come here."

"Yes!?

I hold Lot's little body tight.

"I am a slave to Master Secrito! So, but don't defy me, and order me to listen to everything I have to say... oh what should I do!

Then there's no problem.

I hug from the back and tuck up a piece of the lot and pull down my pants as well.

"I can't believe I'm in front of Master Secrito! Let it be, at least outside or in the bathroom!

Let him reach the wall without asking, and push him inside at once.

A tall whisper echoes all over the room.

Physically my stuff is quite impossible on the lot, but the fact that I was wet enough to drool my thighs and most importantly, her holes were gabbling all the way through the midwives.

Perhaps Ceclito taught me quite a bit.

"I'm sorry. I'm letting you replace Ceclito."

That's the worst thing I can think of.

"What, instead? Because Master Secrito has fallen asleep, just use my hole instead..."

The lot abruptly sprays juice as I say it.

Apparently, an agreement has been reached.

I grab my little ass and wave my hips and I glance out the window.

"Didn't you say the cross-bow deployment of light infantry was a priority! Long Spear Squad braids are behind us! We don't have time for this!

Celia is running around raising her voice in the middle of the night.

Seems motivated, and I'm worth putting it through.

"I will be able to fight in action in a week! The guzzling guy kicks ass!

Celia intimidates the soldiers adorably.

"It would be a reward if it came from a lady," the soldier who flew wild is getting kicked in the groin and blowing bubbles.

Looks like you can keep it that way.

I remember my discussions with Leopold...

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Follow Leoporto, who breeds a quiet rage, to the command.

There was Celia next to me.

For some reason, I was told to come with me to Celia.

She follows on a small run with a slightly leaning, difficult face.

When me and Celia entered the building where the command was located, Leoporto tightened the door perfectly.

"Please tell us how this happened"

And all of a sudden it's a question.

"Ha."

Celia flaunts her shoulders and gets smaller.

Usually you just get smaller today, even though you make a scene about respect for me.

I'm not angry with Leopold's attitude, as if his boss were questioning his men, but he didn't do anything nasty, so let's give him a grand answer.

"Oops. I heard you were running a small reconnaissance mission. Anyway, I followed him because I couldn't move until I figured out the enemy's strength and I was free."

And I pull Celia in and stroke her around.

"I almost found her along the way, but Celia did her best. Brilliantly uncovered the entire enemy fleet.... There was a lot going on afterwards, but with Ivanna's support, I survived."

……

Leoporto doesn't change his face to a grand success report either.

No, he's not the one who originally changed his expression no matter what, but he doesn't change the aura of dissatisfaction that's out of his body.

"... what are you unhappy about? Damage has been done, but the purpose of the operation is complete. There will be nothing wrong with that."

"Although initially reported to have been in a critical situation due to a change of plans,"

"Ha."

Leoporto is approaching.

Celia's getting smaller.

"I had one hair at a time, but I hope it turned out well."

I stand with dignity, too.

"It's a theory of results."

"War will be a consequence"

You are the one who will fight for supremacy.

"I am therefore not going to point out the problems of this operation here. But judging by history, the next time you do the same thing, it can be the worst. Therefore, I would like to advise you on future actions."

"It's roundabout. I mean, what's the point?"

Celia comes in frightened between me and Leopold.

It's not like we're fighting, so you don't have to.

Besides, you're not tall enough to interrupt.

Leoporto goes on without worrying about Celia, who is so cute.

"The whole operation goes crazy when you do something unsolicited. Aside from asking for your own participation, please contact us at least in advance. Sir Hardlett can change the operation with or without his participation."

The point is, if you're going in, tell me first.

Speaking of which, I don't think I told anyone.

"If you'd said I was going to join you, would you have changed anything?

"We were canceling the operation itself. It's not worth risking the Commander-in-Chief's life on this operation. That's understandable even if you don't know the truth of the operation."

That's what Leoporto says. He looks sharply at Celia.

I suppose you blame Celia for telling you to wait for the enemy fleet in the dark in Thebia.

How do you know if I told you I made up my mind by instinct?

"... Aww"

Celia getting smaller and smaller.

"Don't blame Celia any more. If you're gonna do it, do me!

"Master Eigil."

Celia bursts into tears and hugs her back when I turn Celia back and shelter her.

"You can't fight unless you know your enemy's power. Thanks to Celia, we've got the whole enemy fleet. It must have been an essential reconnaissance mission."

But Leoporto doesn't react and goes on pale.

"That's an order to the field general, isn't it? We're not communicating everything to the scene."

Leopold will line up three more reports next to our reconnaissance results.

"What's this?

From what I've seen, it looks like it contains an overview of the enemy fleet.

It doesn't look like there's a big difference compared to the number we found out.

"This is an analysis of the numbers witnessed by the scouts dressed as fishermen. This is the overall number of reports from multiple spies. This is reconnaissance from above."

The last one, I mean, you're a pound.

Well, that's good.

"... you have information."

"Wow, what the hell we did..."

Stunning me and Celia approximate, Leoporto continues pale.

"The size of the enemy fleet will be at the root of future operational planning. You can't let just one reconnaissance result confirm it. For example -"

Leoporto points to the consequences of scourge and espionage.

"Reports of scouts indicate that there are 30 large battleships, but spy reports indicate that five, while dressed as fishermen and swayed by boats, tend to judge enemy ships to a greater extent."

Me and Celia snort side by side. Hmm.

"Spies, on the other hand, can be an indirect approach, such as replenishment and sailors, so this is also difficult to say is accurate"

Finally, Leoporto arranges the results of the Porch reconnaissance.

"I consider this method to be extremely innovative as far as I am concerned…"

I feel a wrinkle leaning between Leopold's eyebrows.

"Unfortunately, we lack certainty due to the remarkable lack of ability of our scouts."

The report is spelled out in beautiful styles and balanced intervals, no less than the previous two.

What I see is a graffiti painting painted all over it.

"Is this... a ship... trying to write?

"Oh, those guys"

This painting will be the Harpies.

I've seen us write letters, imitate them, and I've seen them paint desperately with winged arms.

Probably headed for reconnaissance with Porch.

But that's impossible.

Those guys can't count the numbers, and if you take a break from what you saw in the first place, you'll forget.

I need to talk to you about this.

I had picked one of the three skewers that they had given Maria, but I didn't realize the number was diminishing and the three of them were starting to fight.

I don't know two or three, but I can't possibly count dozens of ships.

There are others.

It was when the Harpies repainted the roof that used to stop white with Nonna's hobby.

I gathered them all together and told them not to stop for a while because the paint would come on. Five minutes later they all came back white.

I washed him with my head in my arms, and when I took him to the scene and pressed just in case, "Don't stop here," he said, "Wakatta, Wakatta," he stopped and turned white.

Coming back out on reconnaissance to grasp enemy power... can't be advanced.

You'll forget what you went to do on the road.

"Next door is Pipi's letter."

"Pipi......"

Apparently, Porch had Pipi on it.

I give up trying to write a number next to a picture of a ship large or small.

Pippi has a few suspicious accounts, too.

"Wait, then who's this beautiful letter?

"If you go with the erasure method - I thought it might be a pound."

You wrote that big, and cleverly pinched pen with long nailed fingers?

Enough, let's not think about it.

"Reconnaissance reports have not been made by humans, and reliability bears a question mark. … we needed reconnaissance results to complement the scout's report even assuming it was somewhat accurate"

I'll take another look at Porch's reconnaissance report.

"Large ship 10, small and medium ships 130 to 160, extra-large ship 2 - that's pretty accurate."

Celia drops her shoulder disappointingly.

"Not even more unclear"

What a sad thing to think you struggled and staked out with a lizard.

"If this had all the consequences, wouldn't you still have never been on a dangerous mission? Me and Celia are in danger."

Leoporto puts his hand on the desk with Don by blocking the words.

"As I said earlier, we do not have such an operation if Sir Hardlett's deployment is a prerequisite"

I'm not yelling at you, but my anger is coming through my hives.

For doing something unauthorized and unsolicited, the flag color was so bad that Celia got smaller and smaller.

I don't care what you think again. It's my fault.

"I'm sorry. From now on, I'm gonna make a call."

"That's what I want you to do."

I want to hear one thing on top of that.

"Even if there were no operational changes, they were found by the enemy from the beginning. Without me and Celia, the troops would have been wiped out. Was that all worth it?

It was too dangerous a task to just check Porch's report.

"The last crisis could have been avoided if there had been no operational violations in the field."

"Ha..."

"In conclusion, the destruction of troops in this reconnaissance operation was within the limits of our assumptions."

"Whoa."

Were they really dumping pawns, as the guys from the 105th Army say?

I can't let you hear this.

"But it's worth it"

Leopold lines up Porch and our scouting results and lightly taps Battleship III.

"There are certainly three battleships, aren't there?

"Definitely."

"Oh, I did see it"

It wasn't just Celia from the hilltop that I could look down on, I checked many other watches.

You will never be wrong to look at a battleship.

Definitely more certain than any other source, including Porch.

"This report shows two battleships... the difference between one battleship. It's no use killing a thousand people for this information."

Is that it?

"We're just at a disadvantage in the intelligence war. Enemy spies will be everywhere and our fleet will already be grasped. If we don't get accurate information, we're going to commit an unexpected malfunction, like we did in Rafen."

He was quite concerned about the ambush on Rafen.

Let's follow him up.

"It's over now. Never mind."

Leoporto continues unanswered.

"Information on a single battleship, this could also divide the battlefield."

"I see. Don't worry about being pushed out in Rafen"

Leoporto continues.

"If Thebia is further developed as a large home port, the enemy is likely to operate the fleet centrally in the future. This is also important."

"Is it hard to target each destruction? I can't help but think he was backed up by a surprise attack. Never mind."

I feel Leopold's gaze is getting tighter for some reason.

I followed him thoroughly because of it.

"- This arrived from Sir Radharde. This is an order authorizing a formal battle with federal reinforcements."

On second thought, both Yarkov and Ivanna were sent in the name of helping Goldonia.

Maybe it was really a bad idea for me to do things on my own.

"Okay. Sometimes if you're alive, you can be a jerk. Never mind - Mm."

I see Celia blocking my mouth.

"So that's it for this one - Sir Hardlett, we need to talk alone."

"What?"

Suddenly again.

We're the only ones here, aren't we?

In the room are me, Leopold and Celia, the three of us, and Celia is part of me, so we're both the same.

"No, just the real two"

"Hey, I can't believe you're kicking Celia out..."

Leopold alternates between Celia and me.

"Alone - I hope"

"... ok"

Celia looks down with a small voice and leaves the room.

It's sad to look back at this one twice and three times along the way.

Guilt is breaking my heart.

It's just the two of us, and I sit in the chair somewhat grumpy.

"You're saddening my sweet Celia. If this is a confession of love, I won't forgive you."

Leoporto doesn't even tickle.

"There's no difference in confession, but it's something better than that. Or is it better depending on Sir Hardlett's feelings?"

"What the hell?"

Leoporto checked the window, blocked the door keyhole and then sat down opposite me.

"Southern Eugenian spies are approaching."

"Heh."

I respond appropriately and drink water.

So what.

Betray me, and if I win, I'll guarantee my status - what a cliché they have.

I'm not the only one who invites you like that, but everyone in the general class.

And no one will believe it.

"Sir Hardlett's name is also roaring in southern Euglia. unparalleled favourable conditions - specifically delegating the whole of south-central Gordonia, including Trinidad and Arkland, and acknowledging broad autonomy."

"That's amazing. I'll reward you with a million gold coins for what you've informed me."

I don't care about conditions or anything.

I can blow as much as I want if I'm not going to protect you.

Leoporto nods small.

"I am aware that they have no faith in themselves. Therefore, if Sir Hardlett is to be spoken to, you may make a declaration to the whole country in the name of Empress Wilhelmina beforehand."

If you declare that you will side with me in the name of Wilhelmina, you will not be able to rebel easily.

That would lighten her language, because it would interfere with future governance.

"That's about the first time you've done that."

There have been too many betrayals and plots in southern Euglia.

"So, would you like to think about it?

I pour water out of the water and have another drink.

"Take it."

Will you think about it while pouring it?

"If you look at the conditions as they are, you will be able to climb higher as a lord. Nonetheless, is it only because Southern Euglia is not enough to be trusted? Or out of loyalty to Goldonia?

Now think a little.

"If you dare... self-satisfaction, restraint"

My ultimate goal is to be king.

It would be the nobility of Goldonia, but it would be the autonomous lord of southern Euglia, but there would be no change.

On the other hand, if you ask me if I can do anything when I'm king, I'm not.

Loyalty to the country isn't a big deal, but Eirich is a good guy and he was taken care of.

Many others are close to the army, such as Agor.

Can you stab them in the back and get the country and pick up Lucy and be proud?

Then you should insist that you declare your independence in your present territory and become king.

I still haven't done it because I don't even think it looks good.

I want to be as grand as I am when I pick up a woman in love.

I don't want to think for myself that I took cowardly means.

"Is it detention?

"That's the place"

I won't tell Leopold if he tells her the final target is a woman, because she's going to be limited.

Anyway, Southern Euglia is the enemy.

That doesn't shake.

Leoporto thinks a little and then peeks into my eyes.

Unless you're a beauty, you won't fall for it.

"Are you satisfied with your current position in Goldonia?

"Suddenly again."

Weren't you fed up with the spies in southern Euglia?

At the same time, the air in the two indoors makes me nervous at once.

I don't know what it is, but it must be extremely important to him.

You shouldn't be lying.

But I shouldn't even answer.

Answer nothing and look back at Leopold.

My face would have laughed slightly, really slightly.

"Understood."

"I didn't say anything."

Leoporto takes a seat.

I can clearly see the loose air in the field.

"It's out of the question such as betrayal when you come here in the first place. When you're guaranteed a status, you can crush it like you did after the war."

"Then why did you ask? You're making fun of me."

I understand Leopold's intentions even as he complains.

Everything else didn't matter because of the last question.

And he didn't answer me - but he was happy with the silence.

In retrospect, Leoporto and I can't get through with our eyes or anything disgusting.

"I have also ascertained whether Sir Hardlett has a minimum of intelligence,"

Son of a bitch, I'm gonna say it without a look on my face, so I'm gonna get angry for a while.

"You don't have to say anything extra. How could a spy talk to you, not me, when he asked me to betray him in the first place? I know it sounds crazy."

"That's how good the enemy's intelligence network is."

"What do you mean, you bastard"

Wait, I think Leopold just laughed... No, it's your fault. It was the usual iron mask.

Whatever it is, I'm done talking about secrets.

When I give permission, Celia comes in half obstinately and sticks perfectly next to me.

"Okay, it's okay"

Why did you check your clothes?

"Whatever, spies will come in the future. If Sir Hardlett goes back to sleep, the battlefield will decide. To see the way things have been, Empress Wilhelmina doesn't seem to be the kind of person who chooses the means for the purpose."

"I don't get caught on a sweet invitation."

"That's just great, Master Agil!

I say with my hands on my chin.

"Sir Hardlett's weaknesses are well known to his enemy allies. The Empress herself in exchange for her own body..."

"Wilhelmina's body......"

Reminds me of the beauty of Wilhelmina I've seen before.

She rolls into bed in a threadless way...... her long dark hair spreads to the bed and waits for me with her skinny limbs slightly trembling.

At the moment of becoming one, the green eyes that are about to be inhaled shake slightly, and the white throat turns back -.

"My... please be on my side"

"Ugh..."

"Or have you started thinking! Master Agil, please come back! It's Mr. Leopold's fault!

Celia scolds Leoporto as she rocks me.

Don't worry, if you think realistically, there can't be a single infiltration into an enemy country in war.

"Um, have you had enough of the little play?

The annoying voice is Tristan.

"What are you gawking at? A commander would be more majestic!

Some Ivanna became my mother.

Some neat looking yarkovs.

"Initiate operational meetings with analysis of reconnaissance results"

Leoporto totally as usual arranges the materials

"We have already recently completed our coordination with the Director of Military Affairs"

I didn't hear anything.

Really, you, come on.

I didn't hear anything, so I couldn't do anything, but the operation meeting goes on without delay.

The first phase of the operation leaves all enemies ashore to Eirich's Royal Army, and we aim to destroy the enemy fleet.

Ivanna is arming herself up and thinking about it because of the huge difference in the number of ships with the enemy, and it looks like she needs an idea other than a frontal collision.

If completed, the enemy western army will be isolated in the West Bank area, so this can be left without destroying it.

The second stage joins Eirich, and the fleet also goes in for cover to jointly destroy the enemy central army.

They expect it to be a massive battle to fight on multiple battlefields at the same time, as conscripts are beginning to merge with both enemy allies.

And the third stage can be divided into two parts.

If you defeat the enemy, connect Arkland, Trinidad and the major cities to reclaim one town at a time.

However, if the enemy forces collapse in full in the process, they will also aim for Tortoent and the urban state of Meldra once and for all by forcible forces, mainly the Royal Army.

If we reclaim Trisnia, we can recover most of the loss, and Tortoent is an extremely important city for our enemies. If this place falls, you can say the battlefield has been turned upside down.

"We've got a western operation, but what's happening in the east? There must be only one conscript left to Myra."

Tristan answered that I would pinch my mouth.

"You don't have reinforcements. Goldonia is already full. We can't afford to spin any more troops than the Wang Du defense line."

Leoporto continues.

"But the enemy will be the same. All the soldiers turn to the front of the King's Capital, and to the east only turn the minimum conscript. Sir Hutier has also contacted us about the state of war…"

So why do I have to contact you, not me?

"Sir Hutier is steadily reclaiming his territory. Enemy forces have also fought back sporadically, but we have won every battle in the end."

"That guy's a stone bridge tapping tactic. I don't have the power to turn the whole battlefield upside down, but I also have little clearance to put in. Yeah, people like that matter, don't they? Ouch, what are you doing! You're gonna be like Mr. Adolph!

A bottle of Tristan's hair that sounds great...... no, you've lost about ten.

"Either way, Sir Hutier is making steady strides, as assumed, to the extent that he does not protrude from the main front. That's it, anyone else?

Yarkov, who has been silent until now, raises his hand when Leopold gets tightened.

"One thing, it has nothing to do with the operation, but it's important to lead."

Fine.

Yarkov gets up when Leopold urges him.

"I heard you planned the reconnaissance earlier?

"I don't know."

Yarkov stares at Leopold to reinforce his tone.

"The soldiers rumor that that operation was difficult to survive in the first place. The General also sent a rescue in time with a single hair... even though he was reluctantly dispatched because the commander was there. It's just a rumor, but if not, I want you to deny it clearly."

Speaking of which, 105 soldiers were making a scene.

Come on. How do I get it back?

"I don't know. Survival is the prerequisite operation, but there was a good chance of total annihilation. I would not have dispatched a battleship without Sir Hardlett's presence."

"Well, it's too much for a bunch of chimps and other abandoned pawns."

Here we go.

This is what Leoporto is.

Although Ivanna says something tougher.

"- You!"

Yarkov stands up and approaches Leopold.

I knew it wouldn't go to Ivanna. You're scared.

There's more trouble when there's a commotion here.

"Don't get violent. Say it with your mouth."

When I tell him to sit down, Yarkov gets back to his seat with Dosun.

"We're used to being thrown away. But there's no trust between you and us. A stranger tells me to die, and nobody obeys me!

"It's your job to do something about it. Are we done here?

In the end Yarkov leaves the room angrily.

"Rumors…? Can I leave it?

Celia says worried.

"It's too late for that. The whole 105th Corps has a lot to talk about."

Say it like Tristan gave up.

But Leoporto hasn't even moved fine dust.

"Nothing's wrong. If the Commander were me, distrust would be a problem, but there would be no more impediments to control than unwavering confidence in Sir Hardlett."

This is what it is.

Leopold is good. I'll pay attention to Yarkov later.

"Let's end the operation meeting."

"Waited."

I still have the most important plan for me.

"Wow! What is it?"

Grab Celia and put her on her lap.

"Celia showed extraordinary talent during the operation"

Touching my head with praise makes me fuzzy.

"There were challenges at the same time. Of course I'm the one who made the final decision."

Celia nervous with a pin on her knees and her hair upside down.

"But it was only with Celia's suggestion that we grasped the enemy fleet."

Celia puts her chest up with Mun.

"To capitalize on her talents, I'd like to entrust a permanent unit - a thousand-man task force!

"What!?

……

"haha"

"Oh and more..."

While there were reactions from each of the four of us, I was proud to announce the creation of Celia.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 25, summer.

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's intermediary, Sex King of White Capital.

Subordinates

Celia (Squad Leader) Myra (Won) Iridina (Sleep) Luna (Commander) Ceclito (Drunken)

Leopold (Staff) Tristan (Staff) Gido (Guard) Yarkov (Injured Anger)

Brunhilde (Vampire Free) Ivanna (Fleet Commander Dumb) Annette (105 Princess)

Army

42000 under the protagonist

Guard 120.

Infantry 11230

Cavalry 1200.

Archer 1300.

Artillery 450.

Bow Cavalry 8700

Ares, soldier 14000.

105th Corps 4940

60 artillery, 30 large artillery, 16 dwarf artillery, 20 field artillery, 50 tanks.

One battleship, five large battleships, 20 small carriers, 20 transporters.

Port Town Patenna Garrison

Enemy Power Confirmation Minutes

Western Corps, about 50,000, Magrad, tens of thousands of local troops.

Thebia Garrison Fleet (Battleship 3 Large Battleship 10 Medium 50 Small ~ 100)

Property Gold Coins 0

783 experience69 children made to give birth +565