Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The soldiers were marching silently through the wilderness of autumn wither.

In the sight of more than 10,000 soldiers making strides without leaking one shiver, the beholder will feel the creeps queued by the reaper. Not to mention more horror if all of them are cheeky and starving their eyes.

Their identity is an army of Zanktogaren that attacked Voldan. There can be no other army walking in numbers of 10,000 after the Voldan State Guard in Alquerque was kicked in again. The reinforcements that the kingdom of Arquelle will send are approachable when it comes to whether or not it has left the king's capital by now.

There is only one reason why the soldiers are losing weight and fading. It is famine.

Burning of scratched supplies. Operation scorched earth carried out thoroughly by the Kingdom of Arquel. That interrupts supplies and even the daily bribery of the food situation. In addition, the new usurpation destination finally found was burned again without any translation. With the Omake of the disappearance of a thousand troops headed towards the symbol.

The Expeditionary Force Command hereby determines the state's western strategy by citing all the troops.

If you keep your mouth shut, the soldiers starve. Or they could escape unbearably, or they could flip a rebel flag. Before that, let the western part of Voldan, where massive amounts of food will be stored, fall quickly. We must prepare the army for the arrival of the main army of the Royal Army of Arquel.

Withdrawal was not allowed. The current battle has just roughed the eastern half of a state, to the extent that it has kicked a handful of defensive teams. If 40,000 soldiers were put in and ambushed across the mountain, the result would be no match. I will never denounce the Expeditionary Army for what it was that my country and the nations were marching here to draw soldiers.

Plus an army that didn't even have the food, but the busy fuel, and it was hard to get back across the mountains again. If you do poorly, that could cut the army by half, four and a half.

Then we'll have to fight. Fight and win everything. That would be the only way.

Supported by such a grievous thought, they were moving forward in their steps.

"In the end, did this happen..."

General Jürgen Bauer shrugged as he stroked his face slightly slower than before to hide a zero-sized sigh on a skinny pony.

A total attack that I was more secretly prepared to hear about the loss of stockpiles that I didn't expect. I decided it was foolish and hoped to avoid it. I had to finally do it. The boredom that had driven me into such a situation had been accidentally revealed.

One of the tabernacles in line picks it up with deafness.

"You have no choice. Anyway, we don't have supplies after any more days."

"Hmmm......"

Replenishment plan for the usurpation entity, with a minimum view of heavy for ambush. At first, there should have been no problem. It is not unnatural for the Wisdom General to rely on the enemy land to secure food, as the saying goes, to serve and eat on the enemy land. Everyone thought that even if scorched-earth strategies were effective for such operations, there was no way that they could do so to feudal lords who depended on the income of their land.

But I hear this Voldan lord was different. Without hesitation, they set fire to their own territory, depleting them ahead of the slaughter, and thus hunting down the Zanktogaren army.

However,

"Rest assured, General. We are starving, but the enemy is a small number of weak soldiers. If you break this, you'll be able to feed the soldiers next time."

As the Tabernacle puts it with confidence, the Arquel army is weak. At least, the army that was defending the region was weak. We were unable to respond to the dispersed march that divided the army and were destroyed by the Zanktogaren army everywhere. There are now two thousand troops left or three thousand good places. I don't think I can resist less than 40,000 Zanktogaren troops.

Being caged in a city can be a bit of a hassle, but this sacrifice was still expected to be contained from three to five thousand. If 35,000 remain on hand, we will restructure this promptly, and we will try to interact with the reinforced enemy forces. That's all I had confidence in.

"Oh. I win again this time. Let them win."

Bauer affirms with all his strength.

You have to win. Attack the state capital Voldan ahead, take supplies and bases, and finally raise the enemy lord who set this ridiculous situation up for a blood festival. So finally, this war is the starting line. The production is only, enemy reinforcements to be visited in two to three weeks. You can't fool around in the front seat any more.

First of all, the problem is the fort, which holds the western exit of the basin ahead, also known as the entrance to the state capital. For some reason, the Knights of Kingsguard, who are regarded as the most elite in the enemy nation, are being turned there. It's just a hundred or so small soldiers there, but I can't insult you for practicing. In the meantime, we need to crack down on about 3,000...

And when I thought about it.

"... the decree -!

A horseback rides from the front, running up his voice. Is it a report of a soldier who put it out on the lookout?

"It's tough, General! The Arquelle army is out of the state capital, Voldan! We're already in formation in the basin ahead!

"What?"

To the report, Bauer frowns.

It was a strange story. Most of the defensive forces in the land have already been destroyed in combat. Since this war was an ambush, there are a handful of Voldan guards who have not yet been mobilized. As I speculated earlier, no matter how you scratch it, it's about whether it reaches a tenth of the Zanktogaren army. There can be no such thing as going out in such a small group. Would you choose a cage castle that would normally stick to a large group of opponents even in small numbers?

However, reports poking at the opinion were now the real deal.

"That number, more than 10,000! At least, I thought 15,000 would go down!

"Stupid!?

A man of the tabernacle peels his eyes and refutes.

It was indeed a ridiculous story. Over 10,000? What the hell is that? Isn't this an increase in numbers over when you fought in a fight? More than that, it even exceeds the force that a Count family in the Kingdom of Arquel can hold. Where did you pull that number of soldiers from?

"It must be some kind of mistake, right? The report was accurate!

"But I saw it with these eyes! Surely that number..."

On the sidelines of the preaching and the pressing questions of his direct reports, Bauer silences.

The number of people superior to 10,000 in the Arquel army. The source is something.

"No way......"

"I didn't expect you to bring so many people into the army."

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, the leader of the Kingsguard Second Knights, joins Turius, who led the army out, and said hello there as well.

What is contained in that word is frightening and surprising, and slightly disgusting. Are you feeling that or not, Turius Shrounan Ovenil had an ambiguous grin. And he opens his mouth as he scratches his cheek.

"No, the people of my realm were also angry at this battle, at the outrageous actions of their neighbours. You responded well to the call for recruitment."

How dare you say it's a slip out, Elisha pounded her tongue inside.

This is a mountainous basin that connects central Voldan, east and west. It is the tent of a position shrouded in the form of blocking the marching path of the Zanktogaren army. The Second Knights join this in the wake of reports of the departure of state soldiers. Together, it became a carriage to prevent enemy forces in the land.

Regardless, the thought of extra imitation as Elisha is biting my chest. If you've entered Voldan, you can show the city a lasting structure as it is. That way, the main unit of the Royal Army would be here shortly, and we could take care of the destruction of the enemy. Even so, he would only be a bad hand at hurting soldiers to pranks, such as throwing more troops around the corner and battling in the field.

but not as Turius. If the main unit of the Royal Army continues to mention the effects of the repelling of Zanktogaren, he has no place as Lord Voldan. It was visible that a voice demanding responsibility was raised when he could not defend the territory at all simply by caging it like a tortoise where it had been attacked.

Not to mention that it is the Marquis Lavalle, the political enemy of uncluttered heaven, who is behind the reinforcements. The main unit of the Royal Army, which if poorly done, defeated the enemy country, could be used to intimidate him to drive him out of Vordan as it were.

So at all costs, we need to improve the results with our own hands. For this reason, you can crush the folk grass you recruited by putting it in your truck.

"Neighbouring country outrageous, hey"

"Yeah. When Zanktogalen, it's terrible. You think you're not just plundering or humiliating anything, you're setting fire to the countryside or throwing poison into a well?"

"Phew... an enemy who should be hungry over the mountains will set fire to the fields? Poison the well water that your own army would use, too? Something strange, Lord Turius."

"Yeah, it's really weird. You should see that when this happens, there will be more to include in our country. Don't you think so, Sir Barbastol?

Turius flaunts Elisha's pursuit. But that only reinforced her suspicions.

Because Turius has no anger or sadness in his tone. He seems to have negative feelings about being roughed up the territory and worked against the people for cruel acts. The reaction was natural, but it was not seen as anything. It is that there is about as much whiteness.

Looting and rape would be horns, arson and poison would be generous, and this man would turn his hand from behind. It is even seen by the Marquis of Lavalle as the true culprit of the Great Fire of the King's Capital. At last, if you get stuffed with chopped feathers, it's not strange to bake that it would be your territory.

but stopped pursuing it any further.

"Oh, totally.... but the soldiers stood because of it. Let's see what we can do."

Say, show me shoulder to shoulder.

Anyway, there's not a single piece of evidence. There are burned villages and enemy armies that spread their fire while doing outrageous deeds. Where we pursue it, we are determined to be able to say through the innocence of our enemies to our shields. Then it is more effective to use the soldiers' hostility to Zanktogaren than to make noise here without darkness. At least it's better than playing the inner roundabout to favor the enemy.

An unlimited number of gray men close to black smile.

"If you're referring to a disastrous turn to the success of recruitment, it's fortunate that your Second Knights of Kingsguard were stationed. Thanks to you, we've been able to prevent an invasion of the state capital… No, we can't really find any words to thank you."

"Not so much. He's more of an inspector for his country than he was."

"If you say so, you'll feel better about this one."

"Right."

"Yes."

And they laughed at each other.

What the conversation between the two means is, in short, hand-held. There is no remorse on this occasion, and there is no such thing as a willingness to cooperate.

Yes, on this occasion.

"... Now let's move on to the military debate"

Say, Turius looks through the tent.

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, Commander of the Second Knights of Kingsguard.

Alfred Simon Prudelmachet, also deputy head of delegation.

Dooe Schwarzer, head martial officer of the Count Ovenil family.

Viktor Dracroix Lorje, also representative of the Count's ministerial delegation.

This time he joined the ranks as a warrior, General Dordolan Borderline Uncle.

Other knights serve as commanders of the Voldan Defense Corps of the Ovenil family.

And

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir"

It was in many ways out of place who appeared in the tent as I said it.

A girl in an apron dress, with a white brim on her head. A silver collar that shines around your neck. Maid, and slave. Either way, it was unnatural to be in the military, but when I came with her, it was both.

Uni of [Silver Wolf]. He is a slave but a keeper who serves beside [slave killer] and continues to dedicate his loyalty.

"I'm so sorry I seem to be late"

"Nothing's fine. I'm going to start now."

To his servant, who lays low and apologizes, the owner granted forgiveness to Eagle Deep.

To her appearance like that, the inside of the curtain screams at Russia.

"I didn't know you wouldn't let go of a female slave even if you were in the line..."

"I heard rumors, but was it sincere?"

"Now, two generations of slavery... and so on?

It is the knights of the defensive corps who whisper to the hearing. Though the minister of the Ovenil family, he is still shallow with them, who worked permanently in the territory, and with Turius, who was born and raised in the King's capital and who, for the most part, worked in Marlan. You'll have to frown on that insane behavior because you can't help it.

Most importantly, where was the wind blowing when it was said that the person was in charge? You hear me or not, I don't respond to those words at all, I squeeze my jaw and encourage something. Uni opened his mouth accordingly.

"Let me report the results of the reconnaissance. The enemy has advanced the army as assumed here, and it is marching. I think we're going to show ourselves in this Kravicul Basin by the end of the day."

To the report of the female slave, the wave of agitation widens as she sits. From Elisha, I'm just trying to say what more panic you're going to have right now, because you're in formation here thinking the enemy will come. but the joining knights survive defeat by scattered zanktogaren opponents so far. Reputation without choosing a word is a wreck or a remnant. There is an impending opponent who has defeated us scatterly. It may be helpless to upset the report.

One of the knights turns his blood-running eyes to Uni.

"Slave! Don't you think that's false!?

"Yes, knight. I'm honestly stating as I see it. Also, should I state falsehood for any reason"

"I don't know..."

"I don't know."

It was the Dordolan Borderline Uncle who stopped the knight he tried to recruit.

"It is that person who is being questioned for what reason. Even though he is a slave, he is a daughter who was named an adventurer. As a matter of fact, I think you can put a lot of faith in it.

"Ha ha..."

The words of a true nobleman, such as a wooden knight, must be silenced by boulders. Did you just bite Uni and look down on the Daimyo slave class? Or maybe he was really scared of the Zanktogaren army and didn't want to believe its arrival. Either way, it's not for a deep reason.

Turius leaks a fu and sigh.

"Oh man. Why would I just ask for one report and pinch this extra interaction, too?

"Gu......"

To the bitterness of the new Lord, all the knights under his command looked down.

If you were told why to answer, it would be because your subordination is not convinced by Turius. Because if my lord had established absolute control, he wouldn't go in for an extra exit or anything.

"I'll keep talking. Enemy troops heading from the east to the west of the state for the state capital, Voldan. Intercept this here in Kravikür. That's the basics of the operation."

"One, may I?

It was Elisha's subordinate Alfred who said so and raised his hand.

"Go ahead. Yeah... of the Second Knights Vice Commander."

The words of Turius, who tried to allow himself to speak, were jammed.

"… it is Alfred Simon Prudelmachet"

"It's a long, tonguebiting name, isn't it? I don't mind Al if you talk about him. I forgive."

"Hey, Captain!?

Elisha, who was going to do it with a help ship, but her key men opened their mouths outright and gently. The chief of the women's regiment doesn't put it in her mouth, but if she can't untie it, she tilts her little neck.

"- Bye, Mr. Al. Speak, please."

"Ha... well, I'll ask you. Can you tell us why His Excellency the Count was intended to destroy enemy forces in the field, not in the battle of the cage?

"And say?

"Your Excellency's efforts have led us to more than 10,000 troops, but we have heard that the Zanktogaren army has nearly 40,000 men. The simple force ratio is triple to quadruple. If so, it would be easier to carry on in the Battle of Cage Castle than in the field."

Alfred's question was the best. It is only natural that even a pure head count is inferior, and above all, the problem is sophistication. Will it extend to the soldiers of that United Kingdom of Zanktogaren to the extent that they added those refugees there to their armies and held them in their arms?... Absolutely not.

Civil strife has broken out between the constituent states of the Union every ten or twenty years over there, causing the soldiers to gain experience of war. Although a by-product of the flaw of insecurity in national circumstances, experience in action is a valuable asset to the military. I'm pretty sure I'm getting it. Also, even peasants who have just been conscripted have fought demons once or twice in their homeland. The people of the kingdom of Arquel, rich and peaceful among the four powers, were not even considered to be the same creatures.

In other words, if we bump into each other in equal numbers, it's inevitable that we lose. Not to mention in the current situation where they're vacating a number that's not twice as bad, it's like going to get killed. That is why we should have challenged the battle of Cage Castle, which can shield the walls, rather than the battle of banging the soldiers against each other naked.

(Well, how do you answer that?

Elisha glanced at Turius in the wrong place and even had fun. No way, because if you cage, allied reinforcements will take your handles away and let you lose your legs, etc. What claims come out of it.

"No, it would be foolish to cage in the state capital in this case"

He said so confidently.

"Well? Because your Excellency seems to be?

"Yep. That's the reason, but the enemy's main purpose is probably grains such as wheat still left in the western part of the state. If you want to take this away, you want to burn it. It's not too late to get a base"

Don't tell me you burned the eastern one before the enemy took it.

"When you choose a caged castle in the city of Vordan, the Zanktogaren army will surround the castle, won't it? Outside the walls. And if you get anxious about supplies, break the siege and go take it to the surrounding villages and towns. Then we, the Arquel army, have to choose whether to strike out of the city and chase it, or shut up and keep missing the cage."

"Oh, well done."

What Turius wants to claim, Elisha, who swallowed the bulk of it, shows one.

"I mean, like this, Count. If the enemy follows them to take supplies, they are brought into the field in a disintegrating manner. Enemy troops outnumbered can fight overwhelmingly in the field. I want to avoid that. If you continue to cage in the castle and miss this, the enemy will be fully replenished with looting and resume the siege battle with a full attitude. That doesn't change the danger of caged castles, does it?

"Exactly, Sir Barbastol. So we need to hold our heads in this basin, the gateway to the west, before the enemy reaches the western part of the state. … and it's unclear when this reinforcement will arrive."

When I ran my eyes chillily as I listened, it caught my eye that the Dordolan Borderline Uncle was small. Probably had his inward wisdom beforehand. He's the man who's been carrying Western sedation all over himself. For Turius, who would be an amateur in the military, it is a bag of wisdom in outfit.

And he was a good mouth man. If he's scattered with Lavalle, he'll know the time is near for reinforcements by understanding that old man's measures. I dare to insist that the lack of communication from Wang Du is unknown, so there is no reason to bully him. Even if this is pursued as arbitrary after winning, I can't help it because I wasn't taught.

If I win, I'm talking about.

"But that doesn't make any difference to the status quo that you are being challenged to a disadvantageous field fight!?

It is the knights of the Earl's ancient ginseng - and, under Turius's system, the newcomers - who make such a noise absurd. Indeed, even if you cage walls in the state capital, your chances of winning are thin. but the possibilities are endless simply to challenge the field. Ten percent, or one percent, is more likely to make you gamble the stakes than zero wins.

But Turius, who was thrown the question, blinks in wonder.

"Speaking of which, I've been wondering from earlier -"

And I said it comparing Alfred to the knight who just spoke.

"- Why do you think I'm going to play field?

"... Huh?

"... Huh?

Many of those who sit round their eyes as if they were taken aback. The only exceptions are those who must have known the idea of this man from the beginning and Elisha, who is intriguingly shining her eyes.

In the tent, what an elusive air flowed.

"What, that prep for the enemy army?

The Zanktogaren army arrived in the Kravikür basin, which serves as a battlefield. General Bauer, who was stretching out on a horse and watching the enemy, leaks a surprising voice.

The formation of the Arquelle army in his eyes was an odd one that he had never seen before in his military history. Neither civil strife between the constituent states of the Union nor among the warfare training of the past that I could remember when I was educated as an officer. Of course, I did not even hear that the Arquel Kingdom side took such a method of warfare in the war of fifty years ago.

"Are you sure you're not willing to prevent us at that dirt base?

What spreads in front of you is a wall of deposited soil. The most primitive and easily structured barrier.

Earthbase. That's also a chaotic substitute for chest height. That layers on the western slope of the basin. There, the likes of the soldiers, who can see in the distance that they have not lost their peasantry, lean themselves together in small measure.

Isn't this as if it were more like dirt than war?

Even with that sentiment, there would be no imposition.

"... what do you think?

When I asked the Tabernacle in praise of his face, he answered with a shuddering look.

"Hi again, I doubt your enemy commander's sanity. How dare you pack an impromptu soldier into such an impromptu defense?"

No. Well, isn't it insane at the time of Operation Scorched Earth, etc., and then it follows.

I even agreed with Bauer. A defense that can't even be called that level of defense, if you attack with infantry, that's it. Get over the dirt base and slash and kill the shivering miscellaneous soldiers behind it. That's just fine. There is a slight risk of wear and tear with bows and arrows and stone throwing, but enemy soldiers were less skilled to see. If you're even fighting demons with better physical abilities than humans, don't be afraid to approach lousy shitty arrows, throwing stones, etc. I'm starving. No, for suffering from hunger and being insane in death, I might have fought more bravely than usual.

"General. I know it would be better if it collapsed with the power of our wizard than that."

The man who is out buying the binder of the Magic Team comes in and sells in like that.

"Hmmm.... keep going"

"Yes. The defense is defensive, even though it's a dirt base like a sand castle. It would also be foolish to wear out soldiers with a force attack. This place shoots magic from a distance, knocking it down and flattening it before cooking."

"Complete... but..."

Bauer patrols. It's not like I can't think of that kind of operation with him. But I also wanted to avoid wearing out the Wizard without darkness when I think about future operations.

Marlan's attack on the state capital ahead of us through this basin. There are few siege weapons in this army made of light formation to cross the mountain. That was also further reduced in the battle against the Knights of the Example Fort, as well as in the fires in the supply staging areas and the unnatural disappearance - perhaps total annihilation - of the convicted units. Considering the fact that we are refraining from siege warfare after, it would be more gratifying for the Magic Instructor, who can operate as a substitute for weapons, to keep us warm with both Magic Health. Even if it damages the infantry a little.

But the report of the soldiers of sight will push their backs hard.

"To the enemy formation, confirm the flag of the Count Ovenil family! Lord Voldan's flag! Enemy troops graduate straight from the Lordship!

"- What!?

The lord himself is coming straight out of the army.

Then wouldn't it have been the same if we had destroyed enemy troops here and captured the lords alive, or at least torn apart the armies that would be their limbs and legs, and dropped state capitals and such?

Bauer made up his mind.

"Demon Commander Squad, name your total strength and crush the enemy defenses.... This battle is the final! You don't have to think about it, you have to die!

"Ha ha."

The leaders of the wizards bowed their heads satisfactorily and accepted the order. He rushes out and tries to rendezvous with his men.

Not long after, the magic of the magicians will crumble the enemy's earth base like a paper shield. Later, he kicks out an ant-like miscellaneous soldier expelled from the nest and softly suppresses the enemy lord's stature. So did the state of Vordan.

"Team Mages, prepare to chant!

"Ha! ……" O fiery genie, dwell in my hand and exchange eartips - "

The voice of a chant rising simultaneously to match the commander's tone. Based on the content, Bauer gives consideration to the attack magic of the flame attribute. A flaming demon bullet pierces the fragile wall that the Arquelle army foolishly cages. If you think that you have been tormented by the burning of an assembly site or Operation Scorched Earth, attacking with the flames on which the enemy relied can be described as a really painful return of interest.

The soldiers also waited for the abominable Alquarians to be burned out, now or now. He overhears the chanting spell, and then deals with the spears and hips swords he has in his hands, preparing for the moment when the enemy pops up. The more Zanktogaren decided to start the war, the more food he reluctantly fed, and if he attacked him, he burned this food. The resentment of the people who imitated it is in full swing.

Eventually, the chants of the Magic Team will be completed as all the armies watch.

"" - Flame lance. "Eh!

"" - Flame Lance: Eh...!

"- Flame Lance:!"

"- Freya, Ame! Raaaahhhhhhhhhh!!

Some conjure up chants as if they were roaring in an attempt to spit out resentment, as some whisper in order to control them in detail.

Moments later, it turned into dozens of fire lines but killed to the caged earth base of the Arquelle army.

Landing, landing, landing, landing.

White smoke broke into the area, blocking sight, and the heat waves of the blowback stroked the faces and hair of the soldiers on the front line.

"Ha ha! You see that, you Arquelle shit!

"Damn it! Even in the afterlife, you're dirty!

"Kuhahahaha!

The soldiers raise their pleasant voices in anticipation of the tragedy created by the simultaneous magic attack. Even for Bauer, the commander, it was even thought that if he did poorly, this attack alone could cause the enemy front line to collapse and break down.

"General!

"Oh. Let the soldiers prepare to storm. As soon as this smoke clears..."

- Let the enemy cut into formation.

Such instructions were blocked by the countless bursting sounds heard through the white smoke.

- Pa... Huh!

- Pa... Huh!

- Pa... Huh!

- Pa, Pa, Pa... Huh!!

"... this sound..."

What? I didn't have time to be surprised by the sound of a burst I couldn't get used to.

"Guh! Yikes, pain je......!?

"Wha... what the fuck flew over here!?

"Johan? Hey, Johan!? What are you falling for, Johann!?

Within the neglect several screams of soldiers rise from the front line, and those around them who hear it also begin to float.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Bauer ordered the soldiers of the decree who had kept him waiting beside him.

"Let the front-line commander clean up the mess. And let me know what the damage is!

"Ha, ha!

"... you Arquelle army. Now what did you do?

It's also there to drop off the officers rushing out and see the enemy formation.

Eventually the wind blew and pushed the smoke away, and the Arquelle army exposed the figure again under the daylight.

Bauer opens his eyes.

"... what is this?

What was there was the appearance of an enemy soldier with an unusual weapon.

Iron cylinder. Countless enemies, pointing metal objects at us that we can only describe as so. Sometimes something explodes like a fire spraying through a hole in the tip, and every time an example burst sounds in the basin.

Probably a flying tool. Did you kill our soldiers with an array?

No, more than that.

"Why isn't the dirt base crumbling?!?

Enemy soldiers are trying to get themselves out of the dirt base and attacking them with mysterious weapons from above.... was attacked earlier, from the top of the earth base. They shot in so many attack magic, but the chatty defense made of dirt was still alive.

During the formation of the Count Ovenil family of the Kingdom of Arquel, set on the western side of the basin.

There, the communication courtesy, which was countless times brought into the tent, was raising its voice without a pull.

"This is B-12. Damage occurred to the alpha-03 trench wall, and it will be immediately restored. Over '

'M-20. Damage occurred to the alpha-05 trench wall and will be immediately restored. Over'

"B-16, Alpha-07 trenches successfully defend, reporting zero damage. Over '

"This is B-22."

To the noise of deafening (brazing) ears like cicadas, one maid leans still to her hearing and fills in the information she hears in the writing at hand.

Of course, this maid is uni. A maid who can listen to flooded audio runoff to quickly organize, chew, and retrieve only the information you need. There is at least only one person under Turius's umbrella, such as such.

Eventually, when she finishes organizing the information through the street, she makes a brief report to the Lord.

"Master, the defensive situation is generally fine. I was wondering if the trenches that caused the damage to the walls would be restored immediately by the hands of the slaves."

"Hmmm...... Is there anything else wrong with the defensive situation?

"It appears the soldiers have begun shooting without defeat."

"Oh. For once, I should have accompanied the martial officers as commanders...... Couldn't you contain the soldiers?"

"To be honest, I was wondering if there was a problem with the martial arts officers' proficiency as well. I have experience in bandit crusades, but according to the battle details, they are out there to a great extent dependent on the personal combat power of Doue, who is headed by a martial officer. For once, I'd like to suggest a thorough re-education."

"Well, let's think about that after we win this fight"

"Yes, sir"

Looking sideways at such subordinate conversations, Elisha was intrigued by the courtesy provided in the line and the reserve of weapons to be held by the soldiers.

"Sir Turius. Is this the weapon that the soldiers were forced to carry?

"Yes, a musket gun... I made it a while ago in alchemy practice, and it was mass produced because it seemed to work."

The new weapon put into action for the first time today is described as salacious without much feeling. Even though she has a somewhat stinky feeling about it, the female knight tries to set the musket up lightly.

"Hmm. How does it work that if you pull this trigger, a ball of lead comes out of the tip hole?

"Wow!? Captain, please don't point it at me!

Alfred, who stood at the tip, jumped aside in a hurry.

As such, Turius added with a twinkle of bitter laughter.

"It's okay. Because you can't fire unless you light a fire on the fire rope. Look, when you pull the trigger, it's going to be a mechanism for the fire rope to touch this fireplate, right? This is how we ignite the gunpowder, detonate it in the cylinder, and the bullet pops out under pressure."

"Hmm? Ho?

Elisha, who was briefed, examined the new toys for a while as they rattled each part of the musket or peered inside from the muzzle, though it might or might not have been ignited.

And when you knock them down until you feel better, you throw them out like you're tired,

"... I think it's stronger to slash him directly with a sword."

and so on.

Alfret peeled his eyes as he took the gun thrown out.

"So, Captain!? It's awkward!

Whatever your internal circumstances, you've corrupted the opponent's new weapon head-on, assuming you're taking a joint pace. Don't you have to be bad to get in a bad mood?

But Turius laughs funny with such fear at the margins.

"Haha! It's fine. Because every time you see a musket, all swordsmen always say the same thing. Isn't that right, Dooey?

"Hmm? Ahhh... no, that happened too"

The lead martial officer, who was sitting in the corner of the curtain without a location, said as he looked far away. Dooe Schwarzer is an adventurer up, and he hears that his rank on active duty is B. If that was all awesome and avant-garde, it's not surprising that he laughed with his nose, such as a gunpowder rigged toy.

"Well, a musket is basically a weapon for soldiers versus soldiers. It has a longer range than a spear, is easier to use than a bow, and is difficult for a miscellaneous soldier to deal with after being shot... Exceptional opponents like the finest Kingsguard knights and high-ranking adventurers are outwitted from the edge."

"Complete. Even soldiers who have just been conscripted by reason can use it."

"... most of all, if a soldier is not adequately trained, the commander will not be able to fire the next shot at Matomo unless he commands each shot. I think I shot him before I could attract enough enemies."

I said, Turius flaunted his shoulder.

"There have already been six reports of crutches being broken when loaded. Two reports have been confirmed that the gunpowder was put in excess of the required quantity and that it erupted. Perhaps there will be more reports of defects over time"

Uni faintly so supplements.

but Elisha's subject of interest had already moved to something else.

"That's it, and what's that dirt base all about? The Magic Attack of Zanktogaren planted by the Magic Instruction Academy is not with you. I don't think it's made of dirt."

"Oh, is that you? I'm not making a big deal of it."

Turius retrieves a map of this battlefield when he says so. The diagrams are written on several scales to the position of the earth base groups they set up.

"All this earth base is carved with simple protective magic using a magic guide engraving. Anyway, the material is soil, so you can't use that kind of magic."

"Such an idiot..."

It is Alfred who groans so furiously.

"It's a dirt base the size of 10,000 soldiers hiding themselves in, right? And you stamped one protective stamp at a time? No, that's not all. I told you it was easier, but then I can't explain Zanktogaren's attack to you that he's intact and endured it!

If you ask me, it is.

The magic unleashed by enemy forces is intermediate flame magic. Flame Lance. It has no ridiculous power to break the castle with a single blow, but it was known for its high penetration and firepower. A little protective magic and other bitterness should be used to destroy the earth base.

but Turius just blinked his eyes as if he had been poked at the intention.

"Is that it? Didn't Mr. Al hear the correspondence earlier?

"What?"

Having been pointed out, Alfred thought a little. A huge amount of communication that Uni had received earlier over the courtesy. The whole story was not very clear to him. No, it seems that Uni, who understands only the array of information without a shortage, is more abnormal.

Nevertheless, when I indulged in what sounded like a cut, I eventually hit a sentence that seemed to suggest something by Turius.

- Damage to the protective wall occurs, and it will be immediately restored.

"Even if the damage... is being restored?

"Yeah. It's pretty simple, isn't it? Whatever you're doing, it's just dirt. There are many ingredients. As long as you know a little bit about alchemy, some holes should be blocked quickly."

The alchemist who performs this battlefield says it like it's nothing.

But the word also contained something else that was truly horrible.

"As long as you have a little alchemy mind? Could it be that... ahead of all the massive communications just now, there are people who can use alchemy?

"Yeah. They're all my slaves. He looks like he's good at slavery."

Alfred is truly stunned this time.

Behind this basin full of dirt bases, all of which have slaves with alchemy in mind? What the hell is that? One Count on the Border - no, under a man who was only a Viscount until a while ago, how can we have all that talent?

At the same time I got an answer to another question.

Oh, Cheng Cheng. With all that head count of alchemists, it would be easy to apply the technique of protection to all the massive mounds of earth as far as you can see.

With a flashing stomach to spare, the head of the Beautiful Woman leaks a smudge and breath.

"Generate more than 10,000 soldiers from helpless refugees and build a base of earth equal to a fort in a basin where there was nothing.... Alchemy."

Thurius' arm, which I showed him this time, could only be regarded as true.

Handiwork that produces a presence from nothing and exchanges lead and iron chips for gold. What can I say without calling this alchemy?

But Turius, who received the word, slowly shook his neck to the side.

"I'm not kidding. This kind of thing, plating is a good place."

And I see a crowd of comm costumes ringing behind me.

"From M-14 to Command. Enemy forces begin to storm the alpha-02 trench, and the soldiers enter a state of panic. Beg for instructions and cover. Over '

"This is B-09. Alpha-01 trench, we can't hold up. Report initiating evacuation to beta-01 trench. Over '

"It's an M-20. Command, come in. Command, come in.

The communications you hear are all about hitting ahead and changing and informing you of your plight.

Uni, who acts as the operator, sees the Dooer while communicating the instructions early in the arrow succession.

"Trenches from α-01 to 03 cannot stick. Hit the enemy protrusion while helping your allies evacuate. You can do it, Dooey?

"Hey, finally getting to work... well, come on out."

A swordsman carrying a two-handed sword leaves the curtain as he breaks his face to the hunch of a fierce battle. When Turius silently dropped it off, he shifted his gaze to Elisha and the other cadres of the Second Knights.

"... and well, this is why. As soon as the other side attacked us with an outrageous look at the wear and tear, it looked like this."

"Hmm? Certainly as Sir has commented. That's odd to say plated."

For a time it burns the golden glow to those who see it, but exposes the gold from slight imperfections. The only defense I can think of is a soldier who let the peasants hold only guns, to the height of his chest. When a high-sounding Zanktogaren soldier is forced to attack, it is difficult to suppress it.

"Yes, we need your help to manage to turn this plating into Venus."

If attacked, it would be a barrier of russian or built-up armies and rushes that would break out of it. To protect this, a handful of elites with great mobility and striking power need to jump all over the place to extinguish fire. And here, there are just a hundred of us, brilliant enough to defend the fort from 3,000 soldiers.

Turius says let him use his power in the dark.

"Lord Turius is also a good speaker. Actually, in the shadows, aren't you making some of your ladies cry?

"Lord Barbastle is the one who jokes well. So, how long have you been responding?

"It would be good"

It was an immediate answer.

"Let the militia fight. Takamitsu and other Kingsguard famous breaks. We have responded to Sir's invitation to fight here. I don't care if it's the front line or the enemy headquarters, throw it wherever you want. We also fight as we please, survive as we please, until we die as we please if we are awkward in martial arts."

Alfred asks Elisha, who says so, with his eyes.

Are you sure?

The thought of Lavalle, who sent them here, is to create the name of foreseeing a war and taking good aftermath measures, as well as a reconnaissance that, so to speak, identifies the holding power of Turius. Potentially this Count can be called an enemy. Elisha was also jeopardizing the existence of this man.

However, what does not fight when it should be fought is the breaking of the name of the Kingsguard, as previously declared. Do you overlook this while your unreliable friends are healthy and on the front lines, being taken by conspiracy? Then the pride of a knight is to cry.

Bad for the old conspirator who burned me and took care of me, but first the defeat of the enemy country is paramount. After that, politicians should pack it slowly after the war. I don't know myself. Elisha Rosmond Barbastle is a fighter.

To her powerfully said, the Count bows his head.

"It's the comforting words of the Second Knight Commander, the thoughts that truly have 10,000 troops on their side.... then take this."

What was offered was a courtesy for communications and a map of the entire battlefield.

"Whenever we see a change in the war situation, we communicate the point where we have the rescue. I was wondering if you'd like to be moved accordingly."

"Well... that's very distinguishable. Is the line between the earth base and trench αβγ vertical and the horizontal row numeric? You mean like this? If they say γ-05, you want me to aim for the third row from front and the fifth point from left?

"Yes. Exactly. And as you can see, it's UNI to do the controls... is it okay to instruct the slaves?

"No need to worry about it. I told you when, but my Second Knights have servitude personnel, too. Now I don't give a shit about who you are... Let's go, Al."

"Ha, Captain"

Put it aside and leave the curtain with a man who is one of her arms.

Only the gaze of the two main servants will drop it off.

Eventually Turius opened his mouth in anticipation of when the Kingsguards were far enough away from the main unit.

"Nevertheless, the musket is also less effective than I thought. Minus the lack of training, I thought there'd be a little more expensive killlesio."

"Your husband in awe. In a front-loaded musket, it's likely that it's poorly handled in a narrow trench."

and uni pointers.

Every time you fire, bring the muzzle in front of you, stick your cane in, clean it, and bounce it in as you weigh the amount. It breaks bones inside to make it in the trenches behind the narrow defensive base.

"I also wondered if there was a problem with the method called matchlock. When firing, smoke and sparks scatter around the area, so soldiers fear burns and dislike the smoke, so they can't be very dense."

"You mean the barrage is less dense? Um, I didn't realize... because I didn't experiment with this massive simultaneous firing"

Proud new weapons expose their shortcomings one after another. Though it should be, there is no sense of urgency in Turius' expression, and the atmosphere that Uni gives him remains. It's like saying I didn't expect anything from a musket or anything from the start.

"Well, it's a bumpy stock disposal sale. Don't you even care so much...... more uni, what time is it now?

"Approximately, about 14: 53."

While rushing to control the battlefield, Uni answers without even looking at the clock. Something she can grasp by bouncing her body clock out of biorhythm such as time, which is also a skilled wildfire. I was proud to keep a sense of time even if I was trapped for a week or two underground without even the sun if that bothered me.

Regardless, the man who made the squire that way does not question her answer.

"If I can stick around for a while longer, will the sun tilt?

"Yes, it's Autumn Mountain, so I thought the sunset limit would be quicker"

"In that case..."

"Yeah -"

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the battlefield from afar, the two mingle.

The Lord smiled softly, and his servant lay down his eyes to pray,

- It's my win. - It's your husband's win.

Prophecy of the end of this war.