Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

The breath that exhales is white and the wind that touches my face is cold.

The foot you step out of sinks into snow, and there are only three types of things you can see in your eyes.

"White monochrome earth. flowing rivers, and - Electra."

We resumed our march without waiting for the end of winter. We were in front of Electra now.

"Much better compared to the harsh cold weather, though. My face won't freeze even if I can breathe and walk at all. You know, I really should have waited for spring."

Seeing a soldier of his own as he listened to Tristan.

He's shaking with his shoulders or rubbing a frozen water bottle to warm him up.

It's not complete.

In the first place, it is the soldiers of the mild central plains.

"But I can fight. I'm not falling in the cold."

Just drop the electro in front of you.

That's all that matters to me, and enough to leave it to Leopold and the others to do it with momentum and flow.

There are countless federal flags on the city walls of Elektra, and soldiers can be seen lined up in shifts.

A simple position made of snow dots the perimeter of the city and does not even appear to be easy to attach to the city walls.

"More."

It's the river that Leopold puts his finger out.

Electra, which has a large trading port, is spread along the river and has sufficient facilities to garrison a large fleet.

Dozens of fleets were anchoring right next to the city, pointing their guns this way.

"Preliminary information indicates that five battleships, ten gunships, twenty large battleships and the remainder are small ships, but about three unidentified ships have not been identified."

"That's a tough one to beat."

Leopold says as he ascertains the distance between our artillery and the enemy formation.

"We have minutes here in the range of the big guns. If you're a city opponent you can't travel to, you can cut your power with artillery fire day and night without a shot?

Rejected.

It is out of the question that it will destroy the city.

I don't know what I've done to get here.

"Why?

Leoporto asks.

"Before construction, Electra, the largest city in the region, becomes an important supply hub. I want to get it without destroying the supply port."

"What's the real deal?

Tristan continues.

"It's for the woman."

It's not about hiding it, so say it.

Let's employ the pre-built without complaining and work hard.

When we start moving forward, a Federation messenger will come running.

The young woman soldier in the commander's clothes gives her voice as she trembles in front of me.

"Without question of our victory, it is not in His Majesty's will to harm the innocent people to evade. If you want to make an excuse to the underworld gods in a world where the evil, outrageous King of Gordonia travels nearby, you will be missed."

The point would be to tell them not to let the citizens get away with it before the fight.

I don't want the city woman involved in the fight, either, and it's just fine.

"But I'm terrible at what they say. It's not much of a treachery."

"Count what you did during the war."

Tristan tells me to count the fingerfolds.

Um, there's no choice in this.

I guess the woman soldier who gave you the audio is shivering in tears because she also thinks I could frenzy and get killed.

"All right, I'll wait an hour. Hurry up."

The enemy is already ready to go.

It means nothing where an hour or two early.

"Good... Gohon! Praise the conscience of the king who remained in the shard. Okay, then. - Hip!

He hugs the apostle from behind, rubbing his chest and ass around, snatching his surprisingly retrospective lips, screwing his tongue and then releasing him.

"This outer road! Shameless! Uh... ahoy!

I'll smile and wave at the woman running away with a wake-up call.

was Celia when I noticed her gaze all the time.

"Now I'm just incompetent that I'm accompanied by warmth. I can't complain."

The time to wait for evacuation is totally constricted. Let's hit the time to follow Celia and make her laugh.

And an hour later.

Our troops line up for the siege and approach the city from the furthest point from the river.

Because if you go poorly near the river, you'll get heavy shelling from the fleet.

"Of course the enemy knows that."

A snowy out-of-wall position was built on the path we were trying to take.

A shell released from the rear roars and falls, bouncing off a ragged defensive position with one blow.

The snow rose like flour, where enemy soldiers mingled and bright red flowers blossomed on the snow.

The second and third shots and shelling continue, with red flowers blooming one after the other.

I laugh and squeal thinly and creepy.

"You look delicious with strawberries on you."

"Yeah, if you're gonna be a villain, isn't that what you say 'beautiful...'?

Kick Tristan's ass going in and watch Leopold.

"Cannonball aborted."

Leopold tells me what I want.

"It's ineffective. This will break the cannon before it crushes the position."

Enemy snow positions are small and numerous, one by one.

There are only a few people who can be stopped by a direct hit.

"Besides, the snow resistance doesn't roll the shells and the fragments don't fly. Now you can't even expect to get your surroundings involved."

If it is a dry place, the ground is determined by shells, and dirt and stone fragments are scattered to kill a wide range of soldiers.

Depending on the angle, the shell itself could also be expected to roll.

But on a deep pile of snow, shells do not tumble into the spot where they were hit.

There is no damage to the surrounding area due only to powdery snow blowing up.

The only thing you can eat is a direct hit.

"Mixing oil doesn't make sense when the target is snow. We just have to pack the distance in due course."

I'll direct the attack.

The soldiers approach as they step on the snow.

"Arrows are coming"

Arrows fall apart from the snow position.

"Before the Great Shield."

A huge shield just popped up approaching as it prevented the arrows.

Enemy artillery blows up all the soldiers behind it.

Focus on enemy artillery.

The artillery that stops the simultaneous shooting and stands by sprays fire, knocking down snow, artillery, and artillery.

"That's a good offense."

As Tristan puts it, repeat the attack and defense as textbook as nothing unusual.

He then inflicts a thousand or a few more damage on the enemy, breaking through to half the snow position with several times that damage.

"Your Majesty, there's movement on the city wall."

Looks like we're in the range of the Electra City Wall.

Confederates line up against us desperately.

"Aim -"

You can hear the exhilarating screams all the way up here.

"It's an important city. There's no reason."

Am I traumatized? I can threaten you. I wrap Celia in my cape.

"Shoot -!!"

Rupture sounds like pounding dry air, and you can play it so that the snow bubbles around your allies.

Allied soldier falling flabby with unparalleled momentum with arrows.

"Put the big shield forward! That's what was supposed to happen!

"Can't you get the crossbow...? Fight back with the arrows!

A great shield is erected, and from between them an arrow is unleashed against the city wall.

An arrow that flies into the mountains pours down the city walls, killing several enemy soldiers who have missed their shelter.

So the decree again and the dry sound.

"Crouch!"

"Through the shield -!"

"No! Even with the snow on my back...... Ugh!

"Wow."

I shrugged like some other HR.

Muskets are no big deal in the field.

The idea remains the same.

"But siege warfare, especially when you're on the defensive side"

"Maybe it was a weapon that was developed for it."

With dry scaffolding and a roof, the weakness of the water disappears, and the city walls, which cannot be easily stepped into, erase the disadvantage of the loading speed.

And then comes the destructive power of shooting the great shield through like a piece of paper.

Maybe we should develop it, too.

"They say the Dwarves have improved His Majesty's musket and completed the mould with increased power and range?

You idiots. Enough power and range.

It's decided to be bigger and heavier than before anyway.

"Uh, light mouth would be nice, but it won't break like this."

Of course I do.

Leoporto nods cocklessly and waves his arm.

Appearing from the rear was a broken castle gavel with a roof that was 2 m high and 5 m wide and nearly 10 m long.

It's a special product that turns your feet from wheels to solids to accommodate snowfields.

"The enemy has muskets and artillery in the luxury, but will it be okay?

"Maybe."

Attacks by enemy muskets and artillery are concentrated on the prominent broken castle hammer.

Hundreds of bullets and dozens of shells slammed the side and roof of a broken castle hammer like a storm.

Yes, I slapped him without being able to penetrate.

Beat like a storm, scattered with sparks and bounced.

"What is that!?

"Iron tension? And you can't possibly take a shell and not even make a dent!

"Battleship-like armor...... no, because it can't be heavy enough to move!

The broken castle hammer proceeds to crawl slowly.

Ignore the rain of the muskets and arrows, gently bounce back the dai arrows and catapults, and don't make them slight by just sprinkling sparks on the cannon's direct strike as well.

"Hino... thank God. Get under the roof!

"It's late. Come sooner!

"It's heavy and slow enough to die, so if you don't clean up enemy snow positions, you'll flip it!

Infantry that was stuck in the musket jumps under the roof as if they had seen the Savior.

"You've been worth it for five years."

We're the only ones who can use the special biological armor that covers the roof and sides of the broken castle gavel... that is, the scale of the pouch.

Over the last few years, he's grown bigger and bigger, and he's dropped more and more scales.

His scales are still harder than steel or the special metals Dwarves make.

Not only do arrows and arrows pass, neither do catapults nor even artillery.

Plug in the dual crater with all my might, or let go of a cannon like Wolgarn from close range.

It's a level where you say what happens.

"It was a little short at the end."

It was just a few sheets short, but I stripped it directly from the pouch just in case because it should not be torn from it.

I thought I heard a sad bark from somewhere.

Of course, the enemy jumps out of the snow position to stop the broken castle hammer and strikes.

Intercept this infantry as well.

And the musket on the wall doesn't have the precision to distinguish the two and just aim.

This will reduce the number of goals you can target at once, and sporadic shooting will not affect a large number of people.

"Let's go for another one."

"Yes."

"Oh... finally here I am"

Tanks began to run from the main battalion with a gap in the turmoil.

Run through the battlefields where enemy allies can enter, sewing between broken castle hammers.

"Start conditioning!

Soldiers who face incompatible orders on the battlefield are anomalies with all eyes and nostrils covered with a headscarf and double thick gloves to the elbow.

Two pots are loaded in the tank, pouring a bright purple liquid that bubbles into a pot filled with drooling black liquid.

"Conditioning complete!

"All right, evacuate!

Soldiers jump simultaneously from running tanks.

Even though it's snow down there, some of them broke their legs, but they don't have time to cry and crawl away.

"And the vibration makes me..."

One of them stops.

I think I've got some fluids bouncing off of the vibration.

"Alone or formulated!

The commander yelled and shook his head when he realized the dirt on his headscarf was rainbow, not black or purple, knocking the crossbow bolt into the soldier's head.

The deserted tank slows down and stops.

"What do they want? I thought it was an ambush, but he ran away."

"Are you loaded with gunpowder or something? At this distance, we can't possibly break the reinforcing wall."

"Wait, the horse you're pulling is down."

A horse pulling a tank sprays a bubble from his mouth and falls over him.

The same thing happened in all tanks, not just one head.

"Did you let him run too far? No, not at the same time..."

"What the hell... Mmm, I feel..."

A soldier on the wall who was peering in holds his chest and squatts.

"Hey, you okay? What time is this... Ugh, yeah?

Another soldier, who reached out to intervene, falls from the wall fluttering as he rubs his eyes.

"What the hell are you guys doing! I've been given a new weapon."

An angry commander falls from his face to the ground in the middle of words.

Enemy on the wall falls flabby as it continues.

There's not even a scream or a voice of confusion.

The whole unit falls in, and the hastily rushed preaching also flips upside down with its mouth open to speak.

Beneath them bubbled pots loaded in tanks as if they were even boiling.

Natia is the one with the head next to me satisfied with the results as ordered.

She made the contents of the pot.

"Poison extracted from worms that are still found occasionally in the south... will die instantly in a matter of seconds even if it enters the body only slightly"

Leoporto shrugs.

But that alone is just a powerful tricabut.

"That poison... when you add the horn of a hazed deer, the inert beard of a human lizard, and the dry powder of a rotten hill, it suddenly boils down to the gas..."

The workshop I gave Natia was good outside the Wang capital.

If it had accidentally exploded in the centre, it could have been a catastrophe in history.

In any case, in an unexpected way, we found a new weapon.

The only thing to watch out for is the wind direction, but now it's almost windless, so it's not a problem.

"Ugh, twenty minutes to react with the water in the air and extinguish it... no one can survive, no demons, no bugs... I didn't make something outrageous... I feel like I'm about to be slapped in a few hundred years"

"Say stupid. I'm the one who made it, and I'm the one who used it."

I stroke Nautia's head posing as a beggar for life to Elf God.

"I have to write this historical evil down."

Well, you can write whatever you want. You just have to win.

"Exactly."

I had an opinion with Leopold.

I guess I'll still fight a little prettier.

Temporarily swept away enemies on the city walls by the poison of vaporized worms, and the momentum of enemies trying to block the broken castle hammer becomes visibly dull.

The broken castle hammer packs the distance to the city very slowly.

The artillery squad also moves forward to break through the city walls.

There are no more troops to hold back.

"Did I say it?

I feel like a lot of bad things are happening when I squeal like this, but I'll tell you because I'm too close to waiting.

……

Nothing happens to see Leoporto's recessionary side, follow Myra's cheeks, and clear her ears with a snowball inserted into Celia's back that continues to pose for reflection.

"All right, all right. Let the enemy have no more hands."

A tall sound I've never heard sounds continuously.

"You're here."

I knew I'd put snowballs in Myra's back, which I just said.

"Attack."

Leoporto says pale.

I let Celia bring it to me. Elbow on the table and chuckle hun.

"I'm not even in the city, but it's too far away. You can't hit a bullet right over the city wall!

When I finished the dialogue I had been thinking about before the battle, countless fireballs fell toward the frontline troops.

Not one or two.

Ten, twenty...... no. Hundreds seem to be there.

When the fireball fell, it bounced on the spot, blowing up loads of snow and soldiers.

"What is this! Catapult!?

"It's falling all over there! There are so many catapults!

"Be careful. This fireball will explode where it fell even if you avoid a direct hit!

The soldiers, who thought they would just get rid of their enemies with poison fog and then kick them with a broken castle hammer, went into a state of confusion at once.

Fire continues to rain over the heads of allies who have disrupted the line.

"What the hell?"

I stare as Celia clears the prop table.

Fireballs fly not only from within the city, but also from the fleet.

Unlike shelling, fireballs rising high in the sky, with their unique tall sound, come at an angle close to the vertical.

"And"

One fireball jumped over our heads and fell backwards.

From the enemy fleet on the river to the front-line troops, the hill we're on is another 1 km behind us, so that fireball will have flown as much as 4 km, albeit fluttering.

"Tilt the cannon diagonally, there's no way you can fly that far."

When I look at Leopold and Tristan, they both shake their heads.

Another new weapon, I really can't wait.

"On the other hand, the accuracy seems rather poor. Because it flies all the way to the back of the main unit, aiming at the front-line troops. If you look at it, you can see a few drops in the city."

"If that's accurate, you're using it when we set it up. I wonder if you've decided to be prepared for what you can do if you hit your side at a disadvantage."

If it does look good, the accuracy is poor.

Hundreds of rounds have descended on our allies, but better still, more than the same number have fallen off the battlefield in outrageous places, rivers, or all over the city of Elektra.

"But a hundred rounds, a thousand rounds, a hundred rounds must come down."

The allies are in disarray for an unidentified attack.

You can also see new soldiers rolling out on the city walls.

"Sire!"

An ally soldier screams.

One of the fireballs fell straight at me.

Get out in front of me so Leopold and Celia can take refuge.

Tristan sticks his head in the snow and hides.

"Stay down."

I kick Leopold and Celia down and wield a dual crater against the fireball.

Slap down the fireballs that fall out exhaling so hard that the accumulated snow rises.

(Expected it to be an inedible sorcery, but it doesn't look like it. I'm going to bed now)

At the same time as the sword touches, the fireballs can be bounced and the shock strikes, and the flames envelop the whole body momentarily late.

I don't seem to have time to react to the vice of a rape dragon.

"Your Majesty has been hit!?

No more. Let's surrender.

Cross your hands to show off to the noisy soldiers.

"Wu!

Open your crossed hands at once and blow the flames that were wrapping your whole body.

"You still can't leave me alone. If we don't hit the fleet, we're not going to take the city."

The harpies who were on fire at the rear of the main unit fly in unison.

Grab an oiled kettle or a cylinder with gunpowder and jump over the city of Electra.

Reached directly above the enemy fleet, the Harpies begin to descend simultaneously.

"Enemy fleet fire!

Smoke rises directly upwards from the enemy ship.

Harpy's movements, which were falling sharply, were instantly disrupted.

Those who fall as they are, those who throw away their loads and rise in haste, those who do not know better and fly in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"You're a shotgun similar to our field cannon. They've been sitting upwards since the beginning."

"Have you used too much harpy..."

In previous battles, the flying harpies were able to attack their opponents almost unilaterally.

There were times when muskets and arrows came to the sky, but little could be done by them moving at high speeds.

The Harpies throw their load off the enemy fleet in confusion, but they barely hit it because they're throwing it from high altitude.

This cannon won't arrive.

"We can handle it if we carry it close to the river, but we keep getting attacked while we're on the move. We also need to carry a large quantity of gunpowder, so with one hit..."

If it turns into a giant fireworks, that's the morale of the soldiers.

"Do we have to put in a showdown weapon?"

At the end of my gaze, my glaring eyes... that's crazy. It's closed.

"Ah, I'm asleep! It's hibernation! I left it too cold!

"Even if it's big, it's still a lizard subspecies."

It's going to take Celia a while to set fire and warm up the shootout weapon.

"That's enough, Your Majesty. Your destiny has arrived."

Leoporto points upstream of the river.

My flagged fleet... half the Federation fleet, no less than a third of the cautious fleet was imminent.

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- North Terriers Upper Goldonian Fleet Flagship

"Enemy fleet ahead...... about 50 battleships, 35 large battleships, and miscellaneous fish? Aren't you really soggy? Looks like the Federation is losing a lot of power."

"It's decided because the main force is out west. In the first place, there are 20 battleships on two successor ships... if you're making fun of your opponent!

Ivanna was on the same boat yelling against Secrito, who told her to incite it.

"He doesn't mind saying bad things about his native country yet. I'm telling you we can exchange gunfire now... and you can't excuse the kid I left at my parents" house. "

Secrito says on his shoulders a musket captured in a ruffled, highly exposed outfit that he does not think is military.

"Shut your mouth or I'll slap you in the face first... so I guess this is how you don't know!

Ivanna was also carrying multiple muskets on her back that left her loaded in a pirate-like outfit that took off the Federation uniform she once wore and exposed her thighs, shoulders and even her heso.

The outfit affects me and my tone is rough and unproductive.

"So, Your Majesty... where are the waterfought trumpets and dogs that the seed horse was also foolish to call etc?

To Ivanna's inquiry, Secrito looks up to heaven with his hands wide open.

"Behind you. It flows freely, but it keeps following me. Don't take what he says."

Say it like you made a fool of yourself, then make a slight noise and step on it and continue.

"The pivotal one is loaded. The exam went well, so after that, it's just a test in action."

"... the test in action is the showdown?

Ivanna tongued several times as Secrito spread his hands again.

Finally, the distance is getting clogged.

Secrito stares at the Federation fleet that just kicked Harpy's attack.

"Look at them. It's a fleet that specializes in shooting cannons ashore down to the anchor. I don't even think about us coming out."

Ivanna giggles with her nose and gives it back.

"You're not. I'm confident that even a few delays will suffice."

Ivanna jumps on a boat and tries to move to the next battleship.

Only two of them can command the Navy, and one sink prevents the fleet from being rendered powerless.

Secrito continues his words with a look ahead.

"The ship's performance puts the opponent on top."

"Naturally. Battleships are old-fashioned fixtures, new battleships are a degraded copy of my memory and yours."

I stroke the musket that Ivanna wrapped up four boats laughing with her nose.

"The sailors' abilities are no match."

"Needless to say, I couldn't even swim until three years ago. It's bonkers."

Ivanna kicks a sailor who complains with a pitiful face.

"But there are also two things that are winning. The Dwarf finished the fire and the Commander's performance."

"You stopped me to say that shit."

Ivanna leaves with a slight smell of light as she exhales evil.

"No, I never thought I could fight the Federation on the water again"

Secrito grins with a sword in his left prosthetic hand and a musket in his right hand.

"How the hell is life funny? More than giving birth to a boy in love, more than milking my son in balls."

Lick up the tip of your sword snuggly, as if serving a man.

"This one's happier, so it's broken while I'm at it."

Spin a wet sword in your saliva and forward.

"Maximum boat speed. Fill it up to a distance of 500 and take a rudder. If they shake you off, you'll freeze to death."

And the battle begins.

The Goldonian fleet took a two-row assault line ahead of the two battleships boarded by Secrito Ivanna.

And, of course, the Federation fleet will not be ambushed by dusk.

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Federation Fleet

"Enemy attack -!!"

"At the worst of times...... but the mindset is a bunch of wooden ships. Anchor! No shooting until all guns are ready to attack! The only way to fight each other is by inviting wolves in a rush attack."

A vicious but accurate command flies and an anchor rises.

Blunt battleships dare not move, only small and large battleships move to take the path of stopping the Goldonian fleet.

"Go with the positive offense. If we meet neatly and without disturbance, this one will win due to the difference between the size of the ship and the firepower."

"Let the gunships loaded with fire cannons escape. I don't think that hit the target on the water... or 20 shots fell on Elektra... the Defense Commander was yelling from the harbor."

Confederate battleships and the Goldonian fleet pack the distance directly across from each other.

One of them turns around and the shooting starts when the side of the side guns lines up.

It was the Goldonian side that moved ahead.

"Enemy fleet, take a rudder!

Federation commanders clapped their hands and shouted unexpectedly.

"Quick! You idiot!

The old lieutenant nods next door as well.

"Young commanders tend to fail."

The sooner you head back, at first glance, it looks like you can hold the head of the enemy fleet first.

But if the distance is far away, the guns will weaken and no matter how many shots are fired, the lead ship will remain sideways and become a cannonless Ranger ship.

If you cut the rudder to the other side late from there, you can shoot all ships from close range after the middle row of the opponent.

Even the commander of the Federation fleet, who beat the number of ships, was convinced of victory.

The Federation fleet sticks straight in against the opponent facing the dense side of the cannon.

"Enemy Battleship Artillery -!!"

Neither highly skilled commanders nor sailors are upset by the vibrations in their bellies and the screaming of watches.

"Soldiers on deck hide in something. At this distance, there is no power at all. And since the enemy's battleship has slipped away, take the helm! I will destroy the Successor and capture the Battleship."

"To see the type of ship, it's our ship."

Obviously too far off most of that shelling, and a handful of hit bullets have no power to shoot through the hull.

It's on deck. Finish crushing a few good things and one or two unlucky sailors, and we'll start fighting back from there.

That's what the commander thought.

"I will land a bullet!!

Half the ship's core main mast flies to match the voice of the watch.

"Huh?"

Thick starboard sides bounce off to match the commander's distracted voice.

"Oh, my God."

There are two big holes in the deck to match the voices leaked from the deputy.

"Enemy shelling is arriving! Main mast corrupted!

"There's a big hole in the bow of the ship. We need to slow down now or we'll flood!

"The armor plate has been pulled out! The deck man... it's a hell of a painting!

The commander and his deputy looked at each other and shouted at the same time.

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Goldonian Fleet Secrito Fleet

"Dumb." and cut the steering wheel. "

Secrito hoists his mouth corner and laughs.

He then observed the lead ship of the enemy fleet, further stripping his canine teeth and laughing.

"Decelerating in this situation... Kuku, you've got a hole in the bow drainage"

Secrito stands up with a prosthetic slap on the deputy's ass, which he was in a chair.

Most shells coming from Federation ships there also come off, and even a few hits don't penetrate the battleship's thick deck.

"Is this still the top performance of the cannon? Stay on the wheel."

The hull slowly begins to lean to the right by continuing to cut the rudder to the left.

"Now. Target, enemy two, all starboard gates, fire!

The moment the ship begins to tilt, the shell will have a slight pitch and the shell will be fired into the vicinity of the enemy ship's water line.

"Majority hit by enemy vessel number two. Slope and decelerate!

Secrito kicks his reported deputy's ass.

"Dumb. That's an overthrow. Next, enemy ship three."

The Federation fleet, which lost its second most ship in the Ozone, is in disarray, with the Goldonian side unilaterally shelling.

Meanwhile, the Federation fleet also gradually recovers after a little confusion and begins to fight back.

Both fleets shoot each other as they sail side by side.

"Oops..."

A shell hits the bridge where Secrito is located, the protective version is shaken and fragments are splashed.

"Exactly. The shooting from the front is getting tough. Cannons are excellent, but the number of ships and the number of guns is different."

One of the rear ships is slapped on the mast as if to prove her words, leaning heavily and falling into the army.

Yet another ship received more than ten shells on the side of the ship, causing a fire on board.

"We are seeking rescue while the battleship Kyreal is burning!

Secrito frowns.

"Turn off the helm and tell him to break through the enemy. You can't deal with a ship in flames."

Placing an additional order with a prosthetic hand where Kirial tried to break through the enemy's fleet as ordered.

"Kirial escape. Shoot the side cannon Kireal."

"What?"

The shooter listens back and tells the order as it is stared at with an icy eye.

Numerous shells landed on inflamed Kyrials, destroying the ship by a snag. Kyrials detonated gunpowder at close range of the enemy fleet and sank. Much disrupted the enemy fleet.

"Well."

Secrito sits back on his quadruple-crawling deputy and looks around.

"You got a good shot of smoke in there. The smoke left behind by the fool looks good too."

I see a group of enemy battleships finally coming towards me in the smoke.

"Take a rudder. Flip."

Secrito's fleet flips simultaneously.

Of course this just looks like a getaway from the federal side.

Pursuit at full speed, wondering if he was letting them escape - where Ivanna's fleet burst out of the smoke at the highest speed.

Ivanna's full speed infiltration disrupts the Federation fleet fleet fleet again, and a fleet of Secrito jumps back heavily to the side of the battleship group trying to rebuild this.

Overwhelmingly disadvantaged by the number of ships, the two ran endlessly around the battlefield flirting with the Federation fleet, at least crossing each other.

The Federation fleet will be forced to engage at full capacity and will be nowhere near shelling ashore.

And with the shelling stopped, the land forces resume their operations and begin to break down the gates of the city walls.

The Federation fleet is finally stuffed with cut wings.

We needed to get back to shore support by eliminating whatever was in the way in front of us at all costs.

Put in everything you can hold.

"Sora out."

The ships sailing slowly from Elektra's harbour were extraordinary.

It was covered in low water intake, top-heavy shapes, and blackening steel all over.

"It's been years. I feel like I've met my old acquaintance."

Secrito kicks his deputy's ass in the chair thoroughly before getting up.

Allied shelling concentrates on different ships.

All countless hit shells are bounced leaving behind metal sounds and sparks.

Several allied ships go down in flames in a counterattack.

"Pull over."

By order of Secrito, the flagship approaches the ship of steel.

A fierce attack tilts the mast, the side of the boat is shot out and the cannon bounces and flies.

All allied shelling only leaves short sounds and sparks.

"Keep it up"

When Secrito answers the gaze of his threatening men, one bullet is also hit on the bridge, the protective version is rolled and fragments are splashed.

"So, the admiral's been hit...?

Time stops for a moment.

"Unfortunately not yet."

Secrito rises, bleeding from his forehead, throwing the arm of a thousand decapitated lieutenants and the neck of his lowest surname off the bridge.

"Stay on course"

A hit bullet chops the bow of the ship, slaps the knife, and rips the sailor apart.

"Are you kidding me...?

"No, if we get any closer, that's what's gonna tear us apart"

Where the sailors began to look anxious, Secrito gave them several times as much audio as ever.

"Take a rudder! Drop Starboard 1-6 cannons and drop the arrows from the empty space!

A cannon is thrown into the river, and a cylindrical object is thrown from that space.

It sinks slowly as it falls into the river, putting only part of it like a tail out on the water.

"What the hell?

As soon as the Federation sailors muttered, the sole suddenly began to move along with the mechanical sound, pushing it into the steel ship in a straight line.

If the enemy ship's cannons and muskets are struck down, which intuitively determines to be bad, they will not hit an object that goes underwater.

And......

- Success.

A giant water column rises on the side of the steel ship.

As soon as possible, the giant ship of steel, which was playing the shell like a stone colon, leans rapidly.

"Five barrels of gunpowder explode underwater. I don't know if it's steel or not. I don't know if it's safe."

Secrito turns his sword to a leaning steel ship as he exhales black smoke.

"Now get in. I was interested in the Iron Ship. Let's see what's going on inside."

After a dozen minutes of intense fighting, Secrito sits on the deck of a steel ship tilting in a blood-coated appearance.

Around you, your allies are giving you victories.

As time went on, even near Ivanna's fleet, the steel ship inclined and rolled as-is.

"Looks like he's doing better too. Now you don't have to listen to any nasty complaints."

Secrito holds his head and brings it to the wall.

Throw away the missing sword all over the blood, and also the musket that sprayed fire several times.

"This is generally the end of our role. Do it right after that."

Secrito closed his eyes as he looked at the land unit that broke through the castle gate when he took the firewine out of his nostalgia and incited it.

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Electra

A giant broken castle hammer breaks down the castle gate.

At the same time, artillery sprayed with fire at close range collapses the city walls everywhere.

When I glanced into the river, a steel ship that seemed like an enemy trump card almost leaned as smoke erupted.

The other ships are engaged and shooting at each other with allies, and we won't be able to afford to distract ourselves.

"Assault -!!"

An ally swordsman punches in through a fallen door.

As soon as a group jumps in, the sound of the musket's firing rings and the whole body falls into the spot.

"On a narrow main road, you can aim all you want"

The commander who issued the order for the assault speaks twice as loudly when he sees my face, which had come to the front of the castle gate.

"Don't be frightened, keep going -!"

The spear soldiers then jump in and get shot down, and the light cavalry that jumped in from the collapse of the wall also flips over and grabs the commander's head and throws it away.

"Use your head more if you're King Xian and my famous minister. Scatter the lime and block the sight of the enemy."

It's just a short spear with no blades, such as a musket, as long as it's packed with distance.

"It's snow down there. Lime doesn't scatter well."

Leopold told me to think about it for about three seconds.

"Then burn the fire. Block your sight with smoke."

"Neither dead grass nor standing trees can catch fire with snow all over them. It would be an extra hassle in the unlikely event of an extension."

Tristan told me to think for about five seconds.

Peel a piece of scales from the used broken castle hammer and set up a sword.

"Assault -!!"

"I'm not using my head at all!

Celia keeps me going, even as I complain.

Run through the castle gate, first flashing the dual crater and winding the snow at your feet to the front.

Then bounce back the shooting from the left with a scale and then throw it away, holding up a body that doesn't know if it's an enemy or an ally that rolls at your feet to prevent shooting from the right.

"Gu"

An arrow would have prevented this, but depressingly, it comes out as a musket.

"Much better than a direct hit."

Make sure the wound stops with the muscles and run to the front.

The snow that just came up falls and opens my sight.

"All right, aim."

The moment the enemy on the front sets his aim again, he plays the commander forward kick and flies to break into the line.

"Hi..."

"If this happens, it's over."

Swing down the dual crater vertically and break one, slashing off three bellies with a forceful horizontal girdle as he twisted his body further, stabbing through the back of one who tried to escape.

"Ko, this!

One enemy soldier points the musket at close range and pulls the trigger.

"Oops."

Watch that muzzle and finger move and tilt your neck at the moment of firing.

I could play the Confederate head behind me with the dry noise.

"Ya, avoided the bullet!?

"Can you see the bullet? It's your move."

Grab his musket and twist it, then grab his head and twist it.

There dokadoka and heavy footsteps, looking back, troops with wheeled shields jump in.

The enemy rushes to shoot the musket, but the shield bounces back to see if it is made of thick steel.

And with the decree, a crossbow squad jumps out from behind the shield to tail the enemy.

"... if you have penetration gear, tell me. Why should I jump in alone? He's the king."

You're Leopold anyway.

"I'm here too! But just now, Mr. Agir went in on his own."

I'll stroke Celia with her face out of her back.

You're the only one who came with me.

Well, for now, the castle gate is breaking through, but at this minute, the city battle is going to be tough, too. I just decided to be prepared for it. Poughty white snow rides Celia's head.

"Mmm."

Even if Celia sweeps, the snow breaks and becomes water.

"Are you lucky or bad... no, you're good"

Heavy snow falls down as if it were different from powdery snow accumulated at your feet.

"Come here. What is snow? Your Majesty's luck surprises me."

Leoporto issues a warrant for a total attack.

Until then, the infantry guarding the musket simultaneously turned to full offense.

"One fucking shot and there's water at the muzzle..."

"No gunpowder this way! The snow is watery and stained because spring is near!

Confederate musketeers become silent after sporadic shooting.

"Dear Eigil, please forgive me for acting differently!

Celia gave me an unexpected word.

"It would be good. But don't push it, okay?

Celia nods and runs as she strokes her head.

I'm a little worried, but I can't even take away the opportunity to regain my honor.

I ride Schwartz and look over the whole thing as I cut off the enemy soldiers.

"Take the harbor! You can't shoot a musket anymore, kick it!

"Enough bouncing. Use it as a short spear!

Confederate soldiers are swinging their muskets to intercept my soldiers pushing over.

"There is a strange facility on top of the building. Take control!"

"Can't you even use a fire cannon... yeah if this happens!

Throw down a fireball-like weapon that the enemy has tormented us with, pointing it at an ally that will kill us in a two-story building. Explosions and fires rose and both enemies and allies became fierce.

Even if they seal the new weapon, we'll do it.

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Celia.

Run through the city like wind.

"There must be."

Away from the main battlefield, the city already sheltered its inhabitants is idle.

Look around and find the most robust building.

That was a public bath I visited one day.

A sign is placed at the entrance forbidding the entry of ordinary persons, despite the facilities used by citizens.

"Here it is!

Two musketeers, who were bickering when they kicked through the door, rush to make a fortune.

Throw a dagger between one brow before they pull the trigger, the other scratches his throat.

The bathroom floor was rolled up and sloped into the basement.

I slap him in the face and squeeze him tight a few times that I accidentally laugh at, and I run down to the basement.

"Mm-hmm. Supply? No other troops have come at all since just now but the hell...... damn!

Jump to the enemy soldier you encounter and stick a knife in the medulla oblongata.

Further down. Down. Down.

It was a huge iron drawer that could not have been a covert treasure trove that struck.

Cough one up and then attach it to the door.

"Oh, my God. It's urgent! The enemy has noticed here! We need to evacuate all supplies immediately!

I scream weakly upset as I knock on the door.

"Stupid! In case of emergency, the plan is to unplug the bathhouse and submerge the entire warehouse."

Scratch off the neck of a man who looks like a commander with a face and roll inside.

"Become"

"Enemy!? And the alarm goes off..."

I instantly judge with the four of them and throw a dagger at them, ridden by the fallen men and rarely stabbed them with a sword.

And look around with one breath.

"Again... there was"

Barrels and hemp bags piled up in the basement of a public bath, if you break them with one sword, salad and black sand...... gunpowder drops zero.

"A large powder supply base is a must if you want to distribute muskets up to one soldier. Besides, the Federation thinks of Lady Eigil as a vicious and merciless seeding macho. Public baths with massive water installations in case of underground and emergency that are safe from indiscriminate shelling of the city."

I flinch my chest at name reasoning, and then I shake my head that it's not the other way around.

"If we blow this up, we can't move muskets or artillery even if the weather recovers. On the contrary, the impact of the explosion may upset and settle the enemy. Stigma is back!!

Kick down a barrel full of gunpowder, drill a hole, and narrow the zero gunpowder down to the inlet like a fire line.

"That's about three minutes... that's enough"

As soon as I shrugged and lit the fire, the shock and heat ran on my feet.

"This... woman fox..."

He was the commander who was supposed to have scratched his neck.

He punched me in the leg with a sticky object while holding my blood out his neck.

"My leg..."

The force falls off and falls to the floor.

My leg bone was broken.

The commander leaks a silent groan and stops breathing.

Look up at the slope that leads to the ground.

I can't climb very well with a broken leg.

The fire lights the gunpowder and runs.

"Dear Agil, I'm sorry."

Remove the handkerchief that is borrowed and left intact before the battle from the chest.

"Goodbye."

I held my last touched head with both hands.

Close your eyes trying to trap the flowing tears.

"- Whoa!!

Mundane screams and lavish footsteps...

"Celia -!"

"Dear Eigil!

I open my tearful eyes and reach out.

"Celia, are you okay!!

It was Christoph.

"I didn't call you!

"Hiya!

Though I said it, Christoph held me up with a broken leg.

"It's hitting my chest. Don't hold it with one hand because it's unpleasant."

"We have enemies on the surface, too! You can't have a sword if you hold it with both hands!

"It doesn't make sense that you hold the sword. You'd better give up and run away with your hands slashed."

And I say with a sigh.

"In ten seconds, the powder vault in the back will explode. Run up and die."

"You're lying!?

Christoph runs up crying.

Someone who doesn't fit anywhere.

"Whoa!

It was when enemy soldiers were upset waiting on the surface for the unusual appearance of running crying.

"Fuki-ku!

Strange voices leak into the intense impact that thrusts from the bottom.

"Ladder!

Christoph bit his tongue or suddenly bled out of his mouth.

The surrounding ground is then thrown into the air with a thriving and unpleasant sense of flotation.

He rises high as he twirls and falls out of his head.

"Whoa!

A loved one comes running on a horse toward the falling point.

I jump into that chest with my hands wide open.

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Protagonist

I'm about to fall into cobblestone as Celia twirls.

Immediate death is inevitable if the height falls nearly 10 m.

"In time!"

Turn Schwartz's ass. Beat him up enough.

I don't need more, I'm upset.

"Whoa!!

I hugged Celia as she fell with my hands wide open and held her down disappointingly.

"I told you not to!

Grinding his head as he scolds.

"I'm sorry. But I..."

"Wow!

Christophe is coming down.

I thought I'd take it, but I don't know, so I give up.

Oh, my God, you're breaking my leg.

Christoph fell into a snowy standing tree and slowly rolled down as he broke the branches.

If that way of falling, I won't die.

"Cohon. But I... I did it!

Celia seems to keep talking.

I'd like to hear about Takeshi, but I'll confirm it first.

"What did you really do?

Look back with Celia in your arms.

There was a large hole in the shape of a bowl with a whole section blown up.

"The battle has stopped."

My enemies and allies are looking at this one.

"Yes, there's no way there's a gunpowder warehouse in the explosion right now"

"Oh my god... The whole Senna compartment's gone into a hole."

"If we hadn't let the citizens escape, we wouldn't know how many thousands would have died."

Celia scratches her head with poly.

An upset enemy soldier sends more rivers.

"Hey, what's that! Enemy Battleship!? There are twice as many crossbow-class battleships!

"And that color... is it made of steel? Impossible."

"Look at the cannons that look like decks! There are three series of shells that people are likely to get into..."

"No more... no more"

I heard the enemy's morale break.

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Ivanna Fleet

"Supercross Class Battleship Giganto. Arrived."

"Too late, fool!

Ivanna barks as she boards into Giganto.

It is Tikku who stands at the heart of the giant ship.

"I'm sorry"

And Kurli and I spun our necks a spin.

Ivanna takes a step back.

"By the way, what's that head? It would be weird to put aside that the gold mask is unnatural. It's creepy with three heads."

"Size request to Dwarf tribe not properly processed"

Ivanna continues as she flees her intimidating gaze.

"Why is my voice coming out of the diaphragm?"

"The vocal function of head attachment fits those of a favorable middle-aged man. Administrator instructs to ban usage"

Ivanna finally twisted her neck, not knowing.

"Threat confirmed forward. Discontinue Conversation"

Tikkuk looks at Federation battleships.

"Speed input. Temperature, humidity, wind speed and geomagnetic calculation complete. Left 22.5 elevation 11.35. Fire."

Dosun and a cannon erupt the fire.

A few seconds later, all bullets were hit and Federation battleships instantly disappeared under the water.

"All bullets... hit?

Flattering Ivanna.

Other Federation ships concentrate their artillery fire on Giganto.

"Confirm incoming shells. Bullet loading calculation - complete. Subgun control 1-16. Three, two, one, fire."

Smaller cannons erupt one fire after another.

At the same time sparks scatter in the air and water columns stand around the gigantic.

"You shot down a shell with a shell... a monster"

"The operation capability of the T-99 can simultaneously address 80 simultaneous ultrasound targets."

Ivanna exhales small.

"With you and this ship, the Federation fleet and other pieces of paper are the same."

Tikkuk slowly shakes his giant head to the side and denies it to Ivanna, who mocks himself.

It's impossible without the enemy coming out in front of this ship.

"Why? If your legs sit in front of the White Capital at the latest... and don't shake your big head anymore, it's disgusting."

Tikkuk replies looking at Ivanna without moving his giant head.

"There are no propulsions on this ship. Travel is only by natural water flow. There is an element of uncertainty when it comes to travel to your destination, which also makes it impossible to return upstream."

"Can you row in a row?"

Ivanna says with a cloth over her giant head.

"The ship weighs 20,000 tons. Acceleration with manpower is unrealistic. Useful for slow change of course"

"You don't even have a rudder?

There's no stopping means.

Ivanna holds her head.

"I see why that woman said she wouldn't admit it was a ship. Isn't this just drifting stuff even with huge main cannons and thick armor? Bring the guy who made it. I'll kill you for insulting the ship."

"Not recommended. Dwarves and administrators plan while consuming large quantities of alcohol"

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Protagonist

Make a roar and Giganto will sit on the reef.

An allied ship pushed it from the side and pushed it right next to Elektra Harbor.

"That's fine."

Leoporto responds.

"Yes. I can't operate properly, such as a ship that doesn't advance or stop on its own. I was wondering if it would be best to use overwhelming gunpower and defense to make it an unsinkable turret."

The Federation fleet escaped before Giganto, who began the artillery fire quickly, and more and more people also gave up and escaped who continued to resist in the city.

"And you're in a hurry."

The fleet could hardly be contacted as to whether it had been hit considerably, and Giganto was about to become a gift to the Federation.

Ivanna finally reacted after several contacts, but did Secrito fall asleep because of the settlement?

I bounce a tree on Celia's leg and then kiss the inside of her leg.

"That's really settled."

"Ha. After that, we'll just leave the command."

Command was on a hill overlooking the city.

At first glance I don't think it's suitable for defense, and it's probably the hall of former lords.

"It seems easy to destroy with shelling."

"No, absolutely not. I won't allow you to break that. I'll get in directly."

He bracketed Celia on the stretcher, rushing to stand, and headed for command with a dual crater.