Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Today... at the beginning of January... or... yeah"

Immerse yourself in water to your shoulders and breathe heavily.

"Don't feel like things are going on in the bath these days"

My toes got caught even as I shifted my body and tried to sink deep into the water.

"It's smaller than a royal palace or Rafen bath, so I can't help it."

This is not the king's capital or Rafen's mansion.

I don't remember the name, but a small village in the Olga Federation, dozens of kilometers to Electra where they were based in defense.

It is at a distance and can be called the front line.

"Komura is now a military base."

Far less than the Federation's total strength, our Expeditionary Force is over 100,000.

There were bigger towns along the way, but the lack of things dared to set up a base here in the village.

"Which, a little better"

Stand up and open the window.

An awesome cold air blows as soon as possible, wet hands instantly freeze and sharp pain runs.

I jumped into the water in a hurry.

Near this village, if you dig the ground, hot water will erupt everywhere, according to the inhabitants, it will be a hot spring.

"Speaking of which, even in the poorer part of the country, there was an eruption of smelly water."

At that time, we only accelerated their poverty by devastating farmland, but here the infinitely gushing water was a better ally than tens of thousands of reinforcements.

"Besides, my skin becomes more twitchy than soaking in normal water. Put it in every day and you'll be cuter too..."

A faceless face looks at this one.

What are we going to do when this becomes a stumbling block?

"Celia wasn't there."

She is leading a separate team with Myra on reconnaissance.

They had sightings of enemy transporters.

I thought this would still be a mockingbird and sent it out, but I'm worried it won't be frostburned.

"There seems to be a lot more to worry about."

Lovely Celia's replacement affects morale in this guy.

Speaking of which, I thought you called another one because you didn't like being alone with this guy.

Leoporto starts talking while I'm trying to remember.

I'd like you to take a bath.

"The war has been backwards and forwards since the harsh cold weather. It takes a week to march three kilometers and retreat two kilometers in two weeks. It's been such a battle."

"It was amazing when their elite troops arrived."

There was information from Rebecca, so the allies waited in formation along the street.

But on the night of the snowstorm, they rushed through the snowy wilderness to launch a total attack from an unexpected direction.

The fierce attack, awesome, and the young soldier leader and his men who thought they would do it all together, in ten minutes of the war, all died in battle, and temporarily the whole army collapsed.

If I hadn't barged in with Schwartz, who was about to see horse meat.

If Leoporto doesn't disguise the disruption from the central breakthrough and turn around behind the enemy.

If the tempered Porch doesn't fall into enemy formation while spraying fire on the doomsday tea.

If the blizzard stops and you don't see the sunshine.

I could have lost like that.

"Hehe, now that I think about it, your face was a masterpiece then." Take the snowstorm field at this rate -!? "

I approach Leoporto with a seasonal thing that distorts my face with no expression.

"Nor did I think His Majesty would ever eat his enemies again. After a heavy blow from behind."

Yeah, you're out of line because you regret it.

Memories of head wounds and missing teeth for some reason, tremendous severance demons, and fleeing crying faces of formidable enemy troops.

"No, you're not. I'm sure I just bit you. There's no way I'm really going to eat it. Am I right? Answer me, Leopold."

"It's done. More than that, Goldonian soldiers are unfamiliar with Federation winters and can't even march satisfactorily. A powerful trump card, the Bow Cavalry will lose its power without fighting if it runs through the harsh cold fields."

Let's forget about it, too.

"But on the other hand, the enemy hasn't been able to bring in a siege weapon with a forcible force under severe cold. We've built a solid position. We don't have the strength to break through."

Even Goldonian soldiers unfamiliar with extreme cold can defeat the cold disadvantage if caged in positions.

"It's funny how they attacked us in an ambush and caged us in a position."

"As assumed. We don't think we can march into the winter more than we did before. Proceed to spring, advance in summer, prepare in autumn and protect in winter. This is the basic strategy."

And, of course, the enemy is constantly attacking us.

Especially when I set up a blizzard on my back that's going to be an ice-cold just standing...

"It's a hot spring."

The hot springs heal as they gush out the field positions that have been consolidated by piling up snow made at Leoporto's direction.

It's not just a matter of mood.

If there is hot water next to the position, the body temperature will increase, and if the water is nearby, the rice will not freeze to eat. Even if it gets frostbite, if there's water, it won't matter.

Water, or infinitely fed heat, is a more precious resource than gold and silver in a Federation winter like Ice Hell.

It must be human, though how the enemy is accustomed to the cold and has the right gear.

If you get blown by a blizzard and keep fighting without even eating warm rice, one day it will snag.

On the other hand, he switched between enemy commanders as quickly as he could tell with the elite troops.

If you see it as difficult to break through with a frontal attack, you've changed tactics immediately.

"Intensive Attacks on Soldier Stations and Rear Bases by Small Squads Making the Most of Ground Benefits and Snowfield Running Capabilities"

"It's a nasty attack, but small formations are stronger than each other."

A very small number of people run along the snowfields at the same speed as horses, and they can handle ten of them by themselves without frostbite or eating rice.

The tactics I did when I slapped the bug stronghold there are also alive.

Herds of harpies watch from the sky, so they are quickly found in snowfields where there is no hiding place.

By the way, the Harpies don't seem to be able to withstand the cold when they fly too much, and they have multiple incendiaries and kettle water installed on top of the moving base pouch to prepare for a long operation. I was still quite angry because I glued it directly to the scale.

I thought about it, but I don't think it's a pretty ground-breaking tactic to look for and hold down enemies from above, which seems too convenient with all sorts of things.

"Because it's usually very difficult to get a massive handful of harpies."

Harpy and the others have made love to each other, and now there are quite a few individuals with my blood in them.

It's coming out that if I did it, I would lift up the bear and eat it.

"There seems to be a small but enemy fleet operating in the river, targeting supply line raids and shelling opportunities near the river..."

Patience the cold and open the window.

Federation ships were moving slowly along the river, which was visible in the distance.

The battle ratio on the water is more overwhelming than ashore, equal to the Federation fleet in front of us without our navy or anything.

A continuous burst of gunfire echoes from the village's high ground, and a water column rises just beside the Federation ship.

Both opponents and counter-attacks eat the hit bullet before capturing the artillery position and move as they raise the black smoke.

"Dwarf cannons have different accuracy and firing speeds while gaining power. It's not easy to move because it's heavy, but it's perfect for mounting against ships."

Bigger ships are approaching to cover the retreating ships.

"I did it."

The water column is raised several times higher than earlier, and the Federation ships are inclined and overthrown in an instant.

It just sinks in one shot. I just have to pray for blessings if they throw me into the river in this cold.

"According to the prisoner's interrogation, the Federation is looking for information on the new weapon."

"It's just a bomb filled with gunpowder in a barrel."

It sticks to the bottom of the ship with pine grease and explodes after a while with a time limit device inside.

That's all a simple weapon.

The problem would be that the guy who comes stuck would swim at the same speed as the ship without breathing.

"You're going to be able to keep it until spring."

"Yes, but once the cold is over, we must hurry the battle."

Though I think we could still afford supplies.

"It's a matter of morale. The enormity and advanced nature of the Confederation is known to anyone who lives in the central plains. You know the low morale at the beginning of the war, the number of deserters, right?

There were even commanders who were secretly talking to me about forgiving me if I gave them my neck as I headed to the front.

Though they were all stiff when I went in to talk to him about it and laughed at him that I wouldn't be able to do it because I slaughtered all the missions.

"Whenever the battle has progressed, the morale has risen, for some reason, because it is a winning streak of battles. Fast forward without ever losing a Federation to an opponent you thought you would never win. I'm beginning to think vaguely that we can win, both generals."

Even if you attacked like an empty nest, there's no doubt about the winning streak.

That's what's making me anxious again with the moratorium on coming here.

"This stagnation has to be in order to weather the harsh cold. In the spring, fast forward will begin again."

"You need a good, flashy victory."

When I burned my fighting spirit and got in the mood, I got lust, too.

Come on in.

It was two pairs of mothers and daughters who came in with a sincerely disgusting face.

Two people, one with a mother of about 40 and a daughter of about twenty.

The other one has a mother in her mid-thirties and two daughters in her teens.

I give the two of them warm milk and tell them to use water.

And from the other three, strip off the bathing clothes, naked and cuddle.

"Ko, this difference...... terrible"

"It's not terrible. I would have explained it right."

They are, in a nutshell, the wives of hostages, surrendered lords.

He made it clear that if you surrender with a warning before you fight, you won't get hurt if you surrender after you fight, but let me hold you.

"You savage, colorful king."

I open my mother's crotch, which I say with tears, and I line my daughters next to me.

The mother and daughter of the person who gave the milk exhale a sigh of relief.

I really wanted to hold you somewhere more luxurious, but this is it.

I make one look like three people.

While the war was busy accumulating without holding a woman, something like a lizard floated up in one thing, and the blood vessels began to pulse like tentacles. Plus, it adds weight as it expands, and it feels heavier than a one-handed rock in the lift.

"I'm sorry, but I can't bear to see you guys naked anymore. If the hole's about to rip or break, I'll stop it, so give me a signal."

I push one thing against my mother's crotch that I let open, and I slowly stick my head in.

I was going to do everything in my power not to hurt you, but my two daughters started crying completely threatened.

"Or, monster... this is what we're going to do..."

"I'm scared... help... who... gusgus"

The mother glances at me and tells her two daughters.

"From now on my mother will be offended by this man. You will be badly offended, too. But never cry. - Remember your pride as a Confederate nobleman as a woman of the house, and let him hold you with his mouth and his gaze upon the outward king."

My daughters stopped trembling and crying and stared at me, braved by the words of my resolute mother.

- Enough later.

"Nho ho!! Shh!! You little pussy! Too much chicken!

"Or Mother, stop! They're watching you, too. No!

My mother's panting won't stop when my daughter manages to hold her back.

"Aww! It's growing. Ooh! So rub it! Rubbing it in the back! Dosing your uterus and scraping with root togetherness!!

"I hope it sounds all the way outside! We were called. We all know it, but we can't hear it!

I feel it screaming all over me. I do what my mother asks, my hips jump, and the tide blows up to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Come on! But my mother is thirty-six this year! There's no way a woman in the middle of the 30th can stand the colorful king's roots without a sketch! Igoooooooo!!

I hug my mother, who stood tall at the top, and pour in the seeds relentlessly.

"They let me in... terrible"

"If I could have a child... my father would be so pathetic!

Pregnancy would definitely be because it came out exceptionally thick.

I let go of my mother.

"Bad but still unsatisfactory. You'll have it, too."

"" You have no choice. Go ahead. ""

Pacan and the two who open their crotches.

The mother of the one who exempted her from intercourse had also opened her crotch reflexively for some reason, staring at her daughter and turning bright red.

"It's trivial not to hold hostages, but it's interesting that there are those who surrender only with warnings. The ratio is probably 1: 9."

Leoporto says in an inorganic tone.

"So there's about 10% of the federal nobles who think they're gonna lose."

I pour the seeds into my daughter downstairs, and she stretches right up to her daughter.

"That's not true."

Says the girl in a tone that made me look like a little fool.

I wonder what that means.

"In the name of His Excellency Staceli: 'If you do not wish to repel, surrender is not guilty of post-war crimes." You can't burn a town on fire for no reason. "

That's a lot of weight.

Now I'm the villain. I don't mean it.

"" "Which mouth!

Up to two people who were fainting jump up and scream.

I push my hips against my upper daughter and pour in the seeds.

"Um... by the way"

A fucking exempt mother talks to me about shaking my body in ejaculation.

"If you want that one, you can hold it."

"Pregnancy is a problem, so with your butt...... not! There's a demon in front of the door..."

"Demons?"

I'll finish ejaculating and open the door.

The familiar giant was rolling bright blue.

"It was my fault. Extreme cold, blizzard, I knew it."

I weep over my incompetence and misconception.

"I should have ordered you to stay in the king's capital. I knew you wouldn't be able to follow me."

I'm getting cold. Hold that hand.

"... little play... okay... warm it up... in hot water... keep it up... winter..."

"Ooh. Some warmed milk?

I threw Rummy in the hot tub.

Now, did Celia and the others find any enemy transporters by now?

If I can't find it, I hope it's safe to go back.

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It's an enemy carrier.

Celia wears a thick fur hat with ears deep and hides all but her eyes with a double-wrapped muffler.

"There are two ships...... you are already away and you can't get your hands on them. Was the purpose a separate team's landing? You were right to come."

Myra observes enemies with sharp eyes.

"Daita, you must be targeting the barracks. The number of enemies is about 2000, and this is me and Myra's unit combined. There are 6000 cavalry. We're watching them fly off the ship, so there's no danger of them laying low."

Celia takes the muffler and checks the cold with her skin, looks up at the sky to see the weather.

"The cold is calming and the snow is not going to come. The target is Infantry 2000, this is Cavalry 600. You can't lose."

The Federation forces also noticed Celia and the others and began to densify simultaneously.

"That's crazy"

Myra lurks her eyebrows and squeals.

Find and densify the cavalry. This is correct.

The only way for infantry to stop cavalry assault is to form a pair of opposing cavalry lines that stick out long spears in density.

"I don't have a long spear squad. All enemy armaments are short spears. You can't put together a cavalry against that. Let's crush him all at once!

"You're slightly thin even for a short spear. Isn't that a good way to poke a spear?

Celia gives orders to her own forces to enter the assault posture.

Myra also finds it odd but goes on for no reason to stop.

"Look at that. The enemy is not even able to form an anti-cavalry formation! That's a lateral formation that just spread sideways. It's just a membrane of a virgin waiting to be broken through!

Celia pulls up the muffler and hides her face after I say it.

"... your thoughts have not come to resemble your Majesty Hardlett's?

"It's complicated, unpleasant like I'm happy...... I'm going!

Celia pulls out her sword as she says, giving an assault order.

The Federation's Separate Moving Squad stays on the spot and doesn't move.

"Assault -!!"

Thousands of horseshoes trampled and vandalized the white monochrome snowfields like the other world, walking aimlessly to kick in just 2,000 infantry as they rolled up the snow.