Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

We cleaned up the enemy fleet with a patina, and we were marching with the entire army to get to the front front where the main forces of the enemy allies collided. My army, the 105th Corps, and the 40,000 mixed units of Ares soldiers were inconsistent and I didn't feel uneasy about their appearance, but I know I have no doubt about their abilities.

Nevertheless, I can't say that the march speed is fast because of the large number of soldiers and dragging them all the way to the cannon.

I also thought I should just leave my blunt-footed unit and go ahead with me and the cavalry, but Tristan and Leoporto both told me, "The front is glued, so I don't need to rush two days a day" and "Splitting the unit gives the enemy a clearance to enter", so I obeyed heavily.

"What's on your mind?

But I couldn't even afford to think about that right now.

"No, let me hear more than that. How far did that man's hand touch you? About here?

I ride two on Schwartz, stroking Secrito's thighs, and I ask him, but he gets upset in his voice.

"Heh heh... those are still thighs there, huh? It's not about kids twisting each other."

Secrito takes my hand, from the top of my pants, from my thighs to my hip, and where it matters.

"His fingers are long. And he was a sailor...... his fingers are full of beans and he's gotten crappy"

Once such fingers enter the crotch, the woman is determined to feel it.

I can't stop being jealous when I imagine Secrito getting his finger stuck in front of a man and bored.

"If only I'd helped a little sooner..."

But Secrito shakes his head provocatively as he looks me in the eye.

"Unfortunately, I'm not forced to. I accepted him, too."

I stroke my jaw with my fingers as I say.

"Rehab Crease is a pretty good man. I don't hate your nasty face either... just compared."

"Come on!"

Sure, I'm not going to lose out on arm strength or merit, but I just can't help my face.

Is it only comforting that I would be swollen now because I beat him to death?

Beautiful fingers stroke up from jaw to cheek.

"As you know, he's one of my men from Imperial times. Actually, he was the one who tore my virgin and taught her the pleasure of a woman.... he gently licked my whole body crying over the pain of a tortoise"

"What!?

I feel inconsistent with what I've heard about Secrito before, but I can't remember him well because of his jealousy.

"I can't forgive you!

I force the collar of Secrito to peel, and I kiss it all the way from the neck to the chest.

"Here it hurts. Don't suck so much, it'll be full of moles."

My back is pulled when I'm desperate to bear my witness.

If you look, Celia was lining up her horse next to her, reaching out as she swelled her cheeks.

Was it too much for Ceclito these days? I'll have to do it with my sweet Celia.

"All right, all right, Celia's on Schwartz too -"

"Maybe the virgin he took wasn't the only one in the hole."

I look back on Secrito.

"Mr. Luna, cover me!

"Yes!"

Luna grabs my hand.

Yes. Love her well, too...

"When his tongue drifts from my toe to my thigh when I fall into bed..."

A brown leg is offered in front of me as I say it, and I stretch my tongue unexpectedly.

"It's a last resort! Mr. Irigina, please think through it!

"Waha! I'll take care of it!"

Celia stirred me up. Irigina jumps from her own horse and hugs me.

I kept my hands on Secrito and Luna for the shock, and I couldn't stand it, and they all fell apart together.

When we arrived on the front line about 20 km south of Wang Du, we lost a lot of words to the difference.

The two armies were stretching their front wide east and west and staring.

Between the two armies opposite each other it should have been an idyllic place dotted with countryside and small forests, low hills, but now the meadows were trampled with military shoes and vandalized brown and discolored, and only a pile of charcoal could be seen in the countryside and where I thought it was burnt and barely my former home.

I guess the little groves the hunters would have wanted rabbit and deer meat were also used to secure vision and procure wood, leaving countless stumps without shadows or shapes.

"Terrible..."

"Looks like the land is dead"

Celia and Luna mutter.

Standing in place of villages and forests are coarse fences and steep moats, temporary watchtowers easily assembled in wood.

As adhesion continued, countless positions where both armies would have continued to expand extended dominated the desolate land.

"It would take a lot of effort to build this much defensive equipment, though it's a rush. Which means the front isn't moving at all from here."

Leopold is right, if one of us is making a decent move forward, we don't have time to create a position like this on the battlefield.

Gordonia and Southern Euglia are a disappointing combination in this place and continue to push each other without victory or defeat.

"Ah! That's where the fight started!

Luna, with good eyes, points to a point.

If you go after him, it looks like a team of enemies are launching an attack on an allied position.

"Why aren't the neighboring allies covering! It's strange that no other units of the enemy are moving."

Celia twists her neck in surprise and Tristan advances out.

"No, I can understand that. It doesn't make much sense to attack that point. It would be wise not to go for cover and block the hole after it's broken through. Besides... the enemy's movements are ticklish. We can't pull out defensive positions."

Tristan seems to have been right, and eventually the enemy soldiers abandon the attack and retreat.

Successful defensive allies showed their pursuit set-up, but defeating enemy soldiers quickly fled into their own defensive positions, leaving them untouched any further.

"The enemy allies are close. You can't chase decently if the surrounding positions are alive and well even if you lose in an attack failure. That's why the enemy launched a half-nonsense attack."

An archer rolled out of an allied position and fired an arrow at the enemy position, but is immediately fired.

If it comes to shooting each other, the defensive side with even a roofed projectile platform is absolutely advantageous and the damage is unilaterally coming out of the allies, and the archers stop shooting early and run back to the allied positions.

What a rough fight.

I look around the battlefield stroking Celia's head and it looks glued and the fight itself is happening all over there.

The problem is that no battle will progress on a small scale.

At any rate, they have built defensive equipment disappointingly on all enemy allies, so it won't fall out that easily.

Occasionally, the offensive side occupied the position with some bounce, but the defense, built with spare labor and time, is deeply nostalgic, and happens to go to the next position and lose momentum, being driven away and running back.

"Well, if we keep fighting like this, we'll be able to set up a castle here."

"Yes... I'm not going to win or lose"

Irijina also says with a rare and dissatisfied arm.

"Mmmm...... the bodies are scattered and crows are gathered! You should at least bury him!

Countless bodies have been left between the two armies.

Can't we afford to collect it?

"Look at that one. We're doing something funny."

Secrito points his finger at Niyaniya.

"Become!?" "Mmm." "You shouldn't!

If you look, your allies were surrounding multiple enemy soldiers who had missed their escape.

The enemy soldiers had abandoned their weapons, kneeling down and showing their will to surrender, but the allied soldiers did not mind beating and kicking assault and eventually killed them miserably.

"Hmmm, I was surrendering to see... are you doing it over there too"

Moving his gaze, an injured ally had been beaten to death while demonstrating his will to surrender, even near the enemy line.

"The military regulations are loose!!

Celia gets angry, but Leoporto says calmly.

"The Gordonian army is by no means a savage army, not least in southern Euglia. This would be proof that both enemy allies are mobilizing a large number of conscripts. The rules are not loose, they don't have the qualities to respond to control."

"Which way is war? You're still better than amateurs fighting with emotions when you're a pro fighting with money."

Tristan blocked his own eyes just because he didn't want to see it.

Then we'll change it.

I take the flag from a convoy with a familiar black monochrome flag.

"Yes! Excuse me!

I guess Celia jumps right on my shoulder and raises the flag high with both hands.

"Raise the flag. It's so expensive."

Time During the day, it's harder not to find 40,000 soldiers flying the flag on a plain with no fog or mist.

Beginning with the deliberate little murmur of the formation of allies, the twisting increases acceleratively.

Soundy voices eventually propagate to the enemy formation.

Together, the hundreds of thousands of twists and turns will really just rock the ground.

At that time, gunfire was heard from the vicinity where General Eirich's flag was flying.

"It's a cannon!

It signals the roar of the cannon and a cheer that just cracks from its allies rings.

"Reinforcements are here! Sir Hardlett's army!

"The goddess Hardlett is finally here! We've already won!

"It's a great number. There's 100,000 of them!

Some were reacting to exaggeration, but nothing makes me happier than reinforcements coming on the battlefield.

It must have been the first good news in a long time, especially in the extended wear and tear.

The soldiers boil greatly and welcome them with their hands raised.

On the other hand, the enemy can hear a tall scream.

"Oh, my God... the devil has finally arrived..."

"I hear the Eastern Legion is devastated... you mean the West was hit too?

"Kick your temper. If you're fighting with the same intentions as before, they'll eat you... especially women. Hide your groin and face. If you get eyes on me with a beauty, they'll offend you and kill you!

Screaming from enemy lines is also flashy for reinforcements.

March loosely to show off the line.

Eirich's coming this way.

He looks tough in front of his men, but I can clearly see he's happy for me.

Let's just break this glue and make it a flashy development.

Eirich didn't waste time on me when I got into command, and he briefed me on the situation early in the day.

"Well, roughly as the letter I sent to you..."

Did you get anything like that? Leopold's nodding, but I don't remember.

"What is changing is the enemy's strength is increasing further from 150,000 to 250,000. Incredible number."

The pace of the increase is abnormal.

How much more than two weeks or a hundred thousand more there?

"We have about 100,000 regular soldiers in the Royal Army, but under His Majesty's orders, we cooperate with the Hordes... No, 90% of them threaten to collect conscripts, and now we plan to increase them to 200,000 within ten days... We're moving beyond the limits of the collection, but we really need numbers to defend the front. That's why I'm so grateful for your forty grand training."

I am asked to shake hands again.

"I'll have you guys on the front right away, but it's a good idea to inspect the battlefield one by one before then to get an idea of the war situation with your own eyes. I'll put on a guard unit, once from the west end."

"No, it's useless."

A wild voice blocked Eirich's orders.

"You don't know the enemy or the battle! It's just a hit!

I forgot, but King Ares Guildress was here too.

No, you're not. You can't possibly forget your overwhelming presence or anything.

I was just pretending not to see it.

"Don't you think so, Han?

Guildless with his hands on my shoulder and a full grin.

Eirich, blocked from words, looks at me with a troubled face, but when Leopold approaches, he starts talking about a battlefield inspection.

"Come on, Han! New enemies! A new battlefield! It's heartwarming!

"I will summarize the report later, so I hope it doesn't go into depth"

Leopold just says to go away.

"King Ares... and around you... that's thick"

Whatever it is, it's a hit.

My army of 40,000 will line up in the center of the front.

The soldiers on my side were also showing a forward movement to cover both wings.

"We're launching the eighth offensive!

Eirich's men beside him told him.

"That's a lot."

"By the way, the enemy offensive took place until the fifteenth."

There is also some adhesion.

"Attack initiated. Keep pace with your neighbor. Don't be arrowy."

We are approaching the enemy line as we stand in the sidelines.

"Here we are. Arrange the archers! Don't be frightened!

Enemy archers line up on the platform.

The projectile platform is one of the common defensive positions, which stretches the range of the arrows due to high and low differences by creating platforms with high soil plates. Essentially, you just need to serve the soil, so you don't need any resources if you use the soil that you built and came out of the moat. The problem is that it takes a lot of work to serve the soil, but there was plenty of time and manpower here.

"When you're in range as you've always been, hit him with the rain of arrows! First archers, then cavalry."

The enemy sets a target and squeezes the strings.

But we don't slow down at all.

"Okay... fifty more steps... thirty more steps... eh?

An arrow rains over the head of an enemy archer targeting this one.

Thin armored archers fall one after the other.

"What happened!

"Shoot me! Shoot me already!

Easy things. The range of this bow cavalry, which targets from the lowlands, was just longer than the enemy archers who aim from the high ground.

An arrow of hastily unleashed enemies pierces this one twenty steps ahead.

This is the difference in our range.

"Shooting platform silence on right three. The left four are also silent. Six and seven to the right have escaped."

Celia reports accurately.

No sacrifice for us, no stopping.

"On the left, one and two, there is a roof. You can't hold them down with arrows alone."

Luna tells. I know.

"Leave it to me!

"They're coming!

It's a prestigious reply from Guildless and Irigina.

First, an Ares squad led by Guildless rushes to the roofed shooting platform.

"Here they come! Shoot, shoot!"

"Light infantry! It's just a purpose."

Arrows are released from enemies with little damage.

The arrows draw a parabola and pour it down on the Ares squad.

"Protect me!

The moment the bullet landed, the shield stunningly aligned and protruded.

Metal sounds ringing, arrows smashed and scattered by shields.

"I recommend it!

The Ares team resumes their advance as if nothing had happened.

"Also, again! Shoot!!"

Enemy soldiers shoot arrows in exactly the same way.

But the result is the same, just more arrow fragments on the battlefield.

The militias will work with each other.

If the opponent is less proficient, let him put up a shield, and the forward speed will be dull.

If you move dull, you can shoot extra arrows for that matter, so no matter how much protection you consolidate, the damage gradually swells and eventually collapses.

"It's only a moment before Ares squad sets up a shield, isn't it? It barely changes speed."

But the forged Ares soldier only for a moment when the arrows arrive, crouching, shielding, and immediately resuming the run. The arrows are not at any stop.

It's a move to practice even in my own army, but unfortunately it's not far from their level of practice.

"The only way to counter that is to fire in several steps, not simultaneously..."

Looks like the enemy gave you an order just like I said.

But with a slightly worse hand.

"Concurrent shooting is aborted! Aim for everyone to fall apart! Don't give me a defensive gap!

"That's a big mistake."

"Oh."

Celia's right.

The enemy soldiers seem to have tried to eliminate the timing of their defense by releasing arrows in pieces.

"Ares, man. Hey!!"

"" "Noooooo!!

As soon as the shooting of the enemy soldiers was scattered, Ares soldiers set up their shields and began to walk with all their strength.

Even though I have a shield, if I run, there will be a lot of gaps.

If the arrows pour, the damage will be enormous.

But if you unlock the simultaneous shooting, the arrows that descend sporadically do not pose a great threat.

Can be fleshy enough to the enemy before taking heavy damage.

"They ate a couple of them in the first place. Don't fall down."

"I think it's against the rules and out of the way"

The enemy hastily tries to return to shooting simultaneously, but it's too late, whether Ares squad was upset to pack the distance without flinching at all.

"I'm the first!!

"Oh, my God, you're the first one to climb this platform."

Ares attaches to the projectile platform and begins to climb.

There's nothing archers can do when this happens.

As soon as Ares soldiers mounted on the platform, the shooting stopped, screaming and yelling, and enemy soldiers rolled off the platform one after the other. You're already under control over there.

Iridina, on the other hand, is doing well.

"Spread out left and right!

Irijina leads our infantry to the enemy line.

I can shoot arrows in the same way, but I crack the squad to the left and right while protecting it with a shield.

If you look closely, there was not a straight two, but a left to right power difference in such conditions as 3-for-7.

"The enemy shooting is evenly broken"

I guess the enemy archers figured out it was a lump of troops per projectile platform.

In this braid, three is the right, seven is the left. It takes some sophistication to shoot it apart in detail.

It was determined that the enemy shooting would break evenly, and the three left units would not take a step forward, but the barrage to the seven right units would move forward relatively thinly and more.

"Yep, right! Everybody, set a target on the right squad!

The enemy commander's orders seem to have changed, but this time 90% will be concentrated to the right.

Now the left unit can move forward with ease.

And the assault is courtesy of the two approaching close range, and the infantry attaches to the firing platform.

This spear looks like Iridina. I can see him swinging spears on the platform, holding back panicking archers and reinforced enemy infantry one after the other.

The more interesting, the better the measures are put in place.

"Southern Euglia should have been fairly highly skilled. The enemies here have a higher percentage of amateur soldiers than I thought."

When one was convinced, a group of enemies opened the fence to cover the firing platform and came forward.

The number is about 2,000 infantry subjects.

"I'll go! Battalion, continue!

Celia pops out when she sees it.

The Celia Battalion is an independent battalion of about 1,000, consisting of 200 each of the infantry squadrons of Eclair Sufre Tart Waffle and 100 each of the guerrilla squadrons in the Crepe Cavalry Squadron.

Celia took the enemy by arranging four infantry squadrons in a convex line.

But it was the Celia Battalion that rocked at the same time as the clash.

It moves completely differently from the enemies of the projectile platform.

It's probably a regular army in southern Euglia because it's a force that will be put out to cover allies.

Naturally, the attack concentrates on a squadron of convex parts, but Celia retreats without sticking.

Then the convex was pushed in, where the battalion started a fierce counterattack in a straight line, and when the enemy intensified the pressure with a number of forces, the center dropped again to create the convex...... repeatedly continued to twist and retreat.

"It's a guerrilla counterattack!

And when the enemy cuts the numbness to show a forceful breakthrough motion, a partisan guerrilla launches an attack, or a squadron of crepe cavalry only shows how to set up an assault.

Then the enemy cares about the sides and back and loosens the pressure on the front.

"Lady, I'll do it."

Yarkov makes a slight face.

Unlike Gildress, I really forgot.

"Right. That's it."

What the Celia Battalion wants is not to repel the enemy.

If you stick to it until you take control of the range, it's full.

"I got it -!!

The big voice of the guildress sounds.

The Ares squad is followed by the Iridina squad, which also raises a flag on the projectile platform.

Looks like Luna's bow cavalry also buried every shooting platform in range.

Immediately, an allied archer embarks on a controlled position, and even a powerful bow cavalry launches an attack from above the projectile platform.

Enemy troops who were fighting the Celia battalion were also confused and defeated after receiving a fishing bottle shot from a distance that would be incredible to them.

"Now you're cleaned up. Hurry up and gather."

First, I stripped off one of the front faces of the enemy.

Where to start next.

When I was thinking about it, Yarkov spoke out loud.

"My lady is going after enemy troops! The results are amazing..."

"Whoa."

If you look at it, Celia was starting to hunt down her broken enemies.

It is true that the enemy is in disarray, so it is the Stone that chases it as far as possible and expands its effects.

"You're going to protrude. Stop the squad and hold your enemies, or you may be surrounded."

If we move poorly, Celia could be destroyed in isolation.

The enemy on the front kicked ass, but we'll have to wait here for a while.

"Well, I was in a good mood to win. Let's keep it that way."

Celia would have liked a perfect victory in front of me, too. There's no Leopold, and it's not enough to scold him.

When Celia returned, who eventually beat down two thousand enemies, the enemy had solidified their defense by placing troops around the positions we controlled.

Regardless of the confusion, there is no chance of a forceful attack from the front on a position of depth.

At least it's not something to do in a fight to grasp the enemy.

The early horses from the main unit also come towards us.

"It would be from Leopold anyway. Retreat even if you don't tell me. Retreat."

We slowly retreat after releasing a grand arrow toward the enemy.

"Dear Eigil, I have slapped two thousand enemies! I also took the head of the enemy unit!!

I'll stroke Celia's head to say I'm happy I did well.

Tristan drops by on behalf of Celia, who returns in a good mood.

"There are three useful pieces of information. The enemy has a higher proportion of militia than I thought. Even if it is, the enemy's defensive position is deep and impossible to break through in a normal offensive.... and Celia's in danger."

Yarkov continues.

"The new commander tends to fall for good. I won't be able to see around much looking for results. There's nothing you can do about all this if you're a young new commander. Miss is easy to beat for her ability... be careful with her."

"Right."

I don't have time to breathe. It takes a convocation from Eirich.

Apparently, he's going to break the stalemate, too.

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Front Front Front South Eugrian Army Side

A woman gently holds the shoulder of a man who groans.

"Christoph...... are you okay?

"It's okay, Zilia. I'm always... I'm fine. Ha, here's what's gonna happen one day."

At the end of his gaze, a black-colored military flag returns towards the Goldonian headquarters.

The other soldiers were looking at the black military flag with caged eyes of fear and resentment, but only Christoph was sending a pitiful, sorry, complicated gaze.

"That's right. You decide to get hurt and send it backwards. You're the one who's always been hit, no one wonders"

But Christoph shook his head slowly, looking from the front at Zilia and saying it in strong shape.

"No."

Zilia shook her body unintentionally at the force.

"You can't just leave the woman you like and run away. Whatever happens."

Zilia feels her heart pulse with dokun.

"If it's for you, I'll fight anyone and show them. I don't care if they call me a backcutter..."

Holding Zilia's shoulder, which turned bright red, Christoph returns to the tent.

And then he gasped, "Can you wipe my body... hard... hard..." and rubbed her back half naked with a towel before falling asleep.

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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

Myra (Territorial Defense Corps) Secrito (NTR Lies) Leoporto (Staff A) Tristan (Staff B) Celia (Battalion Commander)

Yarkov (Commander) Irijina (Commander) Luna (Commander) Giddo (Guard)

Ivanna (Waiting) Brunhilde (Waiting) Annette (Waiting)

Army Port Town Patena Garrison

Protagonist Affiliation

Guard 100.

Infantry 1,000.

Cavalry 1050.

Archer 1050.

Artillery 430

Bow Cavalry 8650

Independent Celia Team 950.

50 artillery, 25 large artillery, 16 dwarf artillery, 20 field artillery, 50 tanks.

Reinforcements/Friends

Ares soldier 13950.

105soldier4850

Fleet

Battleship Swarov (Medium Break) Battleship Ares of Ares (Great Break Bottom)

Two large battleships, eight small transporters, 20.

Allied Forces Front Front Front Royal Army 100,000 + Conscript 50,000 (to be augmented to 100,000)

Enemy Force Front Front Front Regular Soldier 60,000 + Conscript 190,000

River West Bank Regular 40,000 + Magrad Local Army 30,000

Meldra Fleet Destroyed. Only a few small ships.

Property Gold Coins -10000

783 experience69 children made to give birth +565