Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Don't be frightened. Proceed!

A squad of twenty southern Eugenians thrust in a voice in the decree of Zilia.

The goal was to occupy the hills in front of us.

A strip was the border from flat meadows with few high and low disparities to undulating hilly areas, where the Goldonian army, thorough in defense, had built a robust defensive position utilizing high and low disparities.

"If you take that hill, the area falls together. Do not spare your life. Go!

The Zillian squad set a target on the highest hill in the vicinity.

If held down, a strip of Goldonian troops would take the form of being overlooked, and it seemed possible to push up the front at once.

The war situation was stagnant.

Both the Gordonian and southern Eugenian armies were in a state of adhesion that repeatedly made slight strides and retreats on multiple streets stretching to the Wang capital.

The southern Eugrian army, which had initially unilaterally attacked, but its offensive legs dull after depleting its power in successive fierce battles.

The destruction of the Eastern Legion, which was to be attacked from Hardlett territory further, and the entry of leading Hardlett troops into the West had left Gordonian forces concentrated in the front, with no choice but to push them from the front with a positive attack method without being able to overwhelm or siege them in numbers.

In order to compensate for the shortage of troops, a large number of conscripts were arriving from southern Euglia itself, but the same was not the case for the Goldonian side.

The swelling numbers of mutually immature soldiers made quick tactics harder to take, making adhesion deeper.

But it has nothing to do with soldiers fighting on the front lines or with junior commanders like Zilia, such as such strategic issues.

All they had to do was fight with their lives, the life of Commander Maestas of the Central Legion.

"Assault -!"

"Wow! Get in there!"

The soldiers rush to the hills with a scream that inspires them.

Apart from the Tsilia squad, of course, multiple squads spread left and right to the hill -.

"Stop, defend!

Zilia screams and stops as the soldiers roll to the ground.

It snaps on the back of a soldier who sets up a great shield.

Hundreds of arrows descend from the hills on one side of the perimeter.

The metal sound of the arrows being played against the big shield, followed by a loud scream and a blunt sound of piling into the meat from the left and right troops whose defenses were delayed.

"Don't be frightened! If you get meaty, you can't shoot an arrow or anything!

Zilia rises, pulls out her sword and leads the squad.

"Hey, wait. The beginning is awesome!

Christophe continues to look like a warrior of a formidable war from right behind.

"Go on with me!

It was when Zilia stood at the head of the squad and shook up her sword.

A single arrow falls right beside her.

Sooner than Zilia looks back to her unpleasant hunch, Christoph's sad cry echoes.

"Wow!

"Ahhh Christoph got hit!!

"There's an arrow in my chest... this sucks"

It was Christoph's figure, with an arrow poking at his chest and slowly collapsing from his knees, that jumped into Zilia's eyes as he looked back.

"Christoph!!

Zilia dyes her face in despair and hugs a falling man.

Christoph reaches out to the woman with a trembling voice.

"Death... death... ahhh..."

Christoph was grabbing the arrow with his trembling hands, exhaling in a shallow breath that seemed constant now.

"Don't die, Christoph! If you die, I..."

Tears fall on a man's cheek.

"Damn, Christophe's been hit. I will take vengeance."

"This battle, I can't lose. Everybody get in the mood!

The soldiers around him also stopped and shook themselves in sorrow and anger.

And Christoph's hands leave the arrow powerless, and Zilia grabs that hand.

"... oh, I thought I was going to die"

An arrow fell from Karan and his side.

Zilia and the soldiers stopped.

"I can't believe there's a soft-arrow pinched on the side. I don't know if I'm lucky or not."

Christoph stands up completely and smiles after a job with a nigga for some reason.

Tsilia's tears dry instantly and her nose turns into a low voice.

"... why did he fall just with an arrow pinched on his side"

"I thought I stabbed you for a second, and I lost my hips. Besides, you're hyperventilating... you're all right now! I'm worried about you."

Christoph gets up and appeals for safety.

"Christophe, I hear you're safe... something like this happened before."

"Oh, you were eating a heavy cavalry spear and sinking into a pond. Thirty minutes later, he crawled up intact."

"You took a direct hit from the catapult... you were buried on the ground. I dug it out and it was intact."

The soldiers talk hisso as they watch Christoph apologize at a mild rate.

"... you can't use whatever you do, but you're not gonna get hurt"

Zyria says with jito eyes and then kicks Christoph's leg lightly.

"Hey! They'll do it!"

Hum and exhaled, Zilia pulls out her sword again and looks at the hill in front.

Other troops had already fleshed out to the hills and were about to launch an attack.

"I'm late to my side because of the silly noise. And now we're on our side."

A soldier jumps out of the left and right bushes of the hill, which was his target of attack before Zilia finishes saying it.

"Huh, ambush!

"Enemy soldiers were laying flanking!!

Troops from southern Euglia, who were about to climb the various hills, were completely poked at their intentions.

"There are no enemy soldiers in the front enemy position! No, wait, there's a big crossbow on top of the mountain... they're gonna shoot me!

Since the position is empty, the Goldonian crossbow placed at the top of the mountain has no worries of peer rejoicing, knocking in the arrow that doubled its power due to the high and low differences.

"Also, I can't carry it. If we don't back down and get back on track..."

But the wish is not appropriate either.

A flock of Goldonian heavy cavalry, supposedly standing behind the hills, began a rush to storm the southern Eugenian soldiers.

"Captain Zillia!

"Oh my God, we're stopping moving forward. Jumping in there is just suicide..."

Zilia and the soldiers of the squad look at the situation with astonishment.

The attack team's situation was hopeless and I didn't see what would happen where all twenty of them participated.

"Did they read about this attack and prepare for it? Let me touch you a little bit."

"If we stick around like that, we'll get a piece of hair."

The soldiers look at Christoph as he stands flaunted.

"That was bad!

The soldiers touch Christoph, who laughs innocently.

"Stop it! What do you mean, no! Give me your hair...... Wow!

I can't run there screaming for a transmission from the rear allied command.

"All units retreat! Repeat, all units, stand back! Abort the attack and retreat immediately!

"Did you hear that? Back off, back off!

"I feel bad about abandoning my allies, but can't I save them anymore"

"If they get hit, we're next. Now we have to run!

"Wow!

The troops slowly begin to retreat at the behest of Zilia, who has regained his mind.

But by then, the troops ahead had already collapsed, and a group of Goldonian soldiers approached the Zillian squad in a halfway position.

"The enemy's coming after us!

"There's got to be a retreat order out there that the allies around...!

The vanguard of the Goldonian soldiers was looming right behind us.

"Ku, I can't help it"

Attempt to order an inversion with a face like the one in which Zilia chewed up the bitter bug.

But there's one person who hasn't waited for orders and is already stuck behind the squad - Christoph.

With a worried look on his face, Christoph stood up with his sword and was royal.

"What is this guy? Just by yourself?

Christoph quietly stares at the bewildering Goldonian soldier.

The face of a neat man, his forged and exuberant muscles, his protective equipment with countless abrasions and, above all, his standing behavior standing in front of only one enemy away from his side, silently told him that the man was a warrior.

Goldonian soldiers can't be set up cheaply while surrounding Christoph.

"Be careful. I don't think he's in line."

"Don't get ahead of yourself... if you step in poorly, you'll get your neck jumped"

Christoph says quietly, shaking his sword over his head, which he had placed in his front eye.

"Come."

Every Goldonian soldier who sees it takes a half step back.

"It seems empty at first sight... but there is no way this user will expose the gap. If you get on the provocation, you're gonna get killed."

"Our spears should be longer than his sword... what is this intimidation to say!? Stay away!"

Christoph was already surrounded.

But the Goldonian soldiers can't move a step while they're under siege.

"You're not coming yet?

Christoph groans as he glances backwards slightly.

"Also, take another half step back. I don't know what you're gonna do."

"Don't you have a crossbow!? It's too dangerous to slash in!

Christoph says behind again...... looking at Zilia.

"Come on, come on."

"Ah."

Zilia, who was blinded by the grandstanding, realizes that Christoph is simply asking for help.

I also recall that Christoph, anxious for a retraction order, was falling in the corner of his sight.

But the Goldonian soldiers also distance themselves from the Jiwari.

"This guy - he's laughing!

"What a guy! If you look closely, you are making your whole body tremble. Looking forward to hunting and killing us!?

"No, I'm just blubbering and shaking my face with fear," Zilia says in her heart.

There the flirtatious and one big bee strays into the battlefield and enters through a gap in Christoph's armor.

But in the tense tension, no one cares.

"But masters don't always stare at just one opponent."

"Oh, you have to be prepared to make sacrifices. How many can survive..."

It was finally time for the Goldonian soldiers to enter the plot of attack.

You got excited about the strained air, or the bee stuck a poison needle up Christoph's ass.

"Wow!

Screaming in unexpected pain, Christoph throws his sword overhead and screams on one knee.

He turns himself into pain and bashes his ass over and over again trying to kick the foreign body out.

"Duh wow!

"They've got control of the plane!

"Come on! Once you pull it off!

Goldonian soldiers rush to distance themselves to the oddity just before the attack.

"Now, save Christophe! If we retrieve it, we'll leave immediately."

Zilia didn't miss the gap.

It was a small blow that shook, dragged Christoph through tears and runny noses and succeeded in retreating.

- The Southern Eugrian Army garrison that night.

"Stay... stay"

"Don't speak pitifully, though I guess the bees just stabbed me in the butt. You really are a pathetic man."

Zilia paints herbs on Christoph's ass, who cries by holding his reddish ass in the tent of the garrison.

It's not precious, it's common growing on the side of the road.

"I can't do this anymore... my ass is killing me too much... I'm sure I'm the first casualty in the squad"

"It's a really strange story, I can't explain it"

Zilia finished pilling messily and slapped Bassin and his reddened ass.

Her 20-man squad is never elite in a contingent unit.

Half of them are amateur soldiers collected, and they don't have powerful equipment.

The best user of the squad would be Zilia, who is not supposed to excel in personality.

If you look at the incompetence of the man who screwed the assistant captain in the first place, you'll know the level of the squad.

Even such a temporary formation could not afford to let the present southern Eugrian army play, and had already gone through five battles.

Some of the other Twenty had collapsed, or suffered major damage, and most of the troops below the captain had been replaced.

In it, the Zillian squad is releasing a different colour.

"War dead 0, seriously wounded 0... so much so that officers with command suspect you're giving up orders"

The face of the squad remained at the time of its formation, meaning that no one had left.

Even an elite unit that keeps it from command can't do this.

"It helps, but you've got luck."

Zilia laughs unexpectedly when she sees Christophe holding her ass in front of her and sobbing.

The little bald spot in the back of his head is the result of being pulled out of his hair by the soldiers as a amulet of luck.

That's when I hear soldiers talking from outside the tent.

"Did you hear that? They killed every unit that landed in the West."

"Oh, it was Hardlett who did it - the demon who crushed the Eastern Legion, wasn't it?

"He kills and eats hundreds of male soldiers by himself and kills hundreds of female soldiers."

Zilia unexpectedly glances at Christoph's face.

"The battle of the Admiral is flashy. Everywhere I go, it's just rumors. The real thing is a good guy."

The man stops crying and laughs like he's in trouble.

"Just for the record - they've done quite a bit of everything, Meldra's fleet."

"You're lying, aren't you? If Hardlett says he's a demon, they're not supposed to have a ship, are they? Isn't the devil bad at running water in the first place?

"That would be a vampire legend...... No, I don't know the details, but he's no worse than anything. There's a demon or something... He's like a woman with bare hands, gushing people's heads and laughing."

Christoph sneers and laughs.

Zyria was caught for a moment and laughed, but slightly clouded her face and stroked Christoph's back.

"Whoa... I'm so glad he sticks up in the west."

"Baka, we're going to King's Landing. If you run into him at some point in time,

The soldiers' voices turn away and they become deaf.

The smiling face of Christophe clouds.

"I don't even have to do this with the Admiral one day. No, it's not just the Admiral, if Agor's husband, Mr. Irigina, and Miss Celia come out in front of you..."

Zilia blocks Christoph's words with a kiss.

My lips are pressed against me and my tongue enters my mouth.

"Mmm..."

The kiss ends in about ten seconds, and a bridge of saliva falls between them.

"Zilia......"

"Hardlett is a commander who leads tens of thousands. Something that comes out in front of a wooden unit like ours."

Zilia overlaps her lips again when she finishes her remarks quickly.

"Even if it does... I'll protect you. I don't care if they call me a traitor... no matter what..."

To Christoph, who looks into his eyes and says, Zilia tides her face and screws her tongue deeper.

I could not hear the two words she uttered in a cuddly voice, nor did I answer the man who had asked me back.

The kiss lasts for a few minutes and the two quietly let themselves go.

"Christoph......"

Zilia dropped her gaze on Chirali and the man's lower body, satisfied with the reaction before taking off her clothes and looking in her underwear.

"I handled my ass. Massage me next."

Zilia lays down on her bed feeling the man's blood-running gaze on her ass.

"The captain is in trouble. My whole body is stiff... massage my whole body the way you like it"

A man's hand touches his flirty, bumpy white back.

"Do me a favor before and after. Carefully, intensely."

A man's rough breath takes a nod.

"Very good underwear if you need it. Because there are places where you won't be able to rub if you don't."

A man grabs his shoulder with force and leans back on the woman.

"You know where it's elaborate, right? With your sole...... massage my coco. I'll take care of everything... whatever you want..."

Zilia pulled out her whole body, leaving everything to the man and closing her eyes.

In an hour.

"Phew... then I'll take a bath first"

Christoph leaves the tent kissing his sweaty back with a gentle grin.

The remaining Zyria remains half-naked and answers nothing.

Some time after the man leaves, the woman wakes up slowly and squeaks with trembling bodies.

"I'm really just going to give you a massage!

Zilia slapping the bath and bed.

"If I told you that far! If I did! You would normally understand!? The kid or the guy!! Hold her! You made her care about that, so hold her!

More Bosun Bosun and Bed Tapping Zilia.

"Ah, shoulder light. It's so unraveled."

Zilia turned her arms around with Krull, then put her clothes back on and followed Christoph.