Price of Management

“Redina... Ah! ”

Redina, the currency of the Kingdom of Leaden.

The nomadic people of the Horn Empire often use the currency of the Leden Kingdom (Redina) or the currency of the Orient Kingdom (Orin) rather than their own currency.

But that doesn't mean you can give her all of the money that makes up 60,000.

“I see! You're the only one who can afford to pay her that much. ”

Patrick nods as if he only understood.

“There seems to be a great battle between the Tallacs and the nomads and the Horn Empire. I'll buy you all the food and supplies you need, so bring more. ”

“We'll need food to fight. ”

The egg scratches its head and says,

“Well, it looks like it's going to get worse next winter, but I'm still wondering if I should come up next year. ”

“Let us inform the Lord and make his decision. ”

The lord Patrick spoke of was, of course, Caroc.

The egg nods.

“Of course I do. If the Lord commands it, no matter how dangerous it may be, it will come again. I must demonstrate my tenacity as a merchant. ”

“Indeed.”

Patrick nods in awe of the disturbance.

“Anyway, this trip is a success, because we've sold 20,000 Redinas' products to 100,000 Redinas. Now all we have to do is get back to work. ”

“Not until we get back in one piece. ”

“Haha, you're right. I trust Lord Condol now. ”

“Don't worry. ”

As a result, the group makes their way toward the Kingdom of Leaden.

The group does not doubt that the hike will go smoothly.

However, three days after leaving the Tallac area, an incident occurred.

It was around noon when I was crossing the grasslands.

I saw a group of horsemen rushing from a distance.

“Hehe! The nomads. ”

The egg groans.

“Not all nomads are dangerous, are they? ”

When Patrick asks, the egg sighs.

“They're all robbers. ”

“Yes?”

“We are friendly nomads when we visit their quarters, but if we encounter them on the prairie, we will be fine as robbers. For them, plunder is life. ”

“That……! ”

It was a shocking and barbaric lifestyle. All the malicious prejudices of the continents that talk about the Horn Empire were for a reason.

Patrick draws the Bastard Sword.

“All hands, battle stations! ”

Ten mercenaries pulled out their bows and arrows, and the Egyptian subordinates pulled out their bows and prepared for battle.

Eggs also said with a bow in his hand.

“I hope it's the Tallarks or the tribes we've been dealing with. They wouldn't plunder us. ”

The horde from afar grows closer.

The number appeared to be approximately 20 people.

Patrick is relieved that there are fewer numbers than expected.

“That's worth fighting for. ”

This way is Patrick, who's supposed to be here. There's plenty of odds, unless there's that strong over there.

However, the movement of 20 nomadic people was strange.

They slow down, and only one of them starts rushing this way.

The other person waves his hand. It seemed likely that there was no intention to attack.

Patrick instructs the group not to attack.

After a short while, one nomadic tribe approaches.

The nomad man looks at the remains and pretends to know them.

“Aren't you the merchant lord of the Egyptians?! ”

Yuan also looked surprised.

“Mr. Balac? ”

The nomadic man called Balac was a bronze-looking muscle in his mid-30s.

The egg asked Balac with a curious face.

“What brings you here? ”

“I don't have time. Please save us. ”

“Help me?”

“I'm being chased by Rally Bandits. The numbers are about 50 before and after. ”

“You mean to fight together? ”

To the surprised egg, Balak nods.

But then, Patrick resolutely disagrees.

“No! I have a duty to protect the Egyptian raiders and their group. I'm sorry, but I need you to take care of your own business. ”

Balac looks down at Patrick dressed in armor.

“Knight of the Leaden. You've already been caught in the eyes of those who are chasing us. Do you really think those vile Rally bastards are just gonna let you go? ”

“They caught us? ”

When Patrick asks about his surprise, he insists, "What are you talking about?"

“We found you a long time ago. The sight of our breezy family on the grasslands is beyond your imagination. ”

"Family of the Wind" was a word that nomads refer to themselves.

Patrick stares at his toes with an angry face.

“You dragged them here on purpose? ”

Balac bows his head as if he didn't have any compassion.

“I felt like a straw. I'm sorry.”

“Damn it, never mind! You can't. ”

Balac's complexion brightened.

Balac waves his hands, and his men, waiting from afar, rush toward you. Balac's group is 21.

“Thank you, Knight Leaden. ”

“Patrick Condol. I'll take this debt. ”

“I'll pay you back. Lord Condol.”

“Battle stations! ”

Patrick shouts. Once again, ten mercenaries and a group of Eggs set their arrows on the bow and prepare for battle.

Balac's group pulls out their weapons as well.

“I'll take command of the battle. Ready all bows! ”

“Wait a moment. ”

Balac opens his mouth to Patrick's instructions.

“What? Are you unhappy with my command? ”

“No, I have no complaints about command. But the tactics are wrong. ”

“Excuse me?”

Patrick is curious.

This way, everyone but Patrick has a bow. Balac and his group are nomads, so of course they shoot well.

So I'm thinking of making an arcade, and what's wrong with that?

“Have you forgotten? There are 50 of them in the wind. If you battle in front of an Archery, it's a special skill. ”

“Ah!”

Then Patrick realizes his mistake.

The clan of the wind, the nomads, also learn to shoot with horseback riding when they are young. Plus, there's 50 of them. Of course, it was disadvantageous to fight at a distance together with a bow.

“You're right. So, what do we do? ”

Balac looks surprised at Patrick's attitude to admit his mistakes.

The so-called knights are arrogant, and pride cannot speak for centuries. The young knight, Patrick Condol, was humble.

Balac expressed his opinion.

“Lord Condol, if there's anything in our favor. ”

“Me? ”

“Yes. You are the only one of us armed with heavy armor. And I can feel the energy of a strong error.Isn 't it quite hard? ”

“Come on, Expert. Have you learned your error, too? ”

“Senior user to come. ”

“I see.”

“By the way, if Sir Condol leads a melee battle, we'll have a victory here. ”

“Our group can't engage in melee warfare except for ten mercenaries, but that's not much worse in numbers. ”

“I don't have time to explain. Lord Condol, will you do as I say? ”

Balac asked.

Patrick nods as if he doesn't need to think.

“You seem familiar with combat command, so I'll leave you to it. ”

“Thank you.”

Balak, who expressed his gratitude, looked forward.

I saw more than 50 enemies, who were really a Rally horde, rush at a rapid pace.

Balac gave the order to all.

“Those without words wait here for now. Lord Condol and the rest divert and flank them! ”

“Old!”

Balac's men respond gracefully.

Balac's instructions continued.

“As we begin the fight, those who wait here approach the bow range, and when I give the signal, they fire their bows together. ”

“I understand.”

Yuan replied as the representative.

"You're good."

Patrick was impressed with Balac's swift command. Balac says to Patrick, who is impressed.

“Lead the way. Ser Condol, who is armed and skilled, makes fewer casualties when attacking first. ”

“I will.”

Patrick leads the horse.

“Let's go! Yay! ”

Balac and 20 of his men run behind him.

Patrick's horse is a little slow in heavy armor, but Balak's party is able to keep up with his pace.

That's how the battle began.

Patrick and Balac circle to the right to attack from the side.

The Rally Warriors focus on Patrick's group attacking from the side.

“You little bastards, shoot your bows! ”

At the order of the Rally Commander, the Rally Warriors stop their marching horses and start shooting arrows.

Shooting arrows on a running horse is a skill only a few warriors can perform. Most nomads only stop and shoot arrows at the horses.

As the Rally Warriors shoot their arrows together, Patrick's lead role begins.

Papa Paak, Shotgun! Pot!

Patrick quickly swings the Bastard Sword with the error. The flying arrow swept away and smashed, or bounced off his heavy armor.

Thanks to Patrick in the lead as a shield and blocking all the arrows, Balac's followers do no harm.

The Rally Warriors were startled when the archery returned to the battlefield. But the commander soon gave the order.

“There aren't many of them. Fire at will! Concentrate fire on the vanguard! ”

“Old!”

The Rally Warriors swoop at Patrick's group with their horses.

At that time, Patrick was able to see the nomads attacking with a rock slide.

Rally warriors use one hand to drive horses and throw stones in their pockets into the air.

And a sling, also known as a dialysis strap. It looks like an eyepiece, throwing a rock at the cloth and flicking it.) and swiped the rock.

You rotate the ice sling as it is, and then shoot at the centrifuged stone.

On top of all that running horses, he did it with one hand.

What a tale! ’

Patrick couldn't help but wonder. However, as the enemy's flying stones concentrate, there is no room to be amazed.

“Kick!”

Patrick swings his sword and starts smashing the rocks.

Pa Pa Pa! Ground!

You stopped only the stones that were aiming for your face. The stone aiming at your torso bounces off your armor.

Despite the great skill of the nomadic stoning, Patrick's disadvantage was that it was useless to a heavily armed knight.

On the contrary, stonewalling works for the lightly armed Rally Warriors.

“Catapult!”

At Balac's command, his men begin slinging stones at him.

Phew! Phew! Baaak!