Price of Management

“Take the shot!”

An arrow is fired as soon as the command is issued.

The Horn Empire is greatly perplexed by the baptism of arrows if they didn't know the charging cavalry would shoot arrows.

Soon after the arch collapses, Patrick's squadron advances to the front like a hurricane. It was a very effective attack.

“Kill him!”

Patrick shouts and swings the Bastard Sword as he comes. The horseshoes of the Condol Cavalry trampled the Horn Empire without pity.

Subsequently, the 2nd and 3rd regiments rush through the enemy camps.

Urrgh... Urrgh!

The Condol Cavalry splashes oil on the wagon and throws a torch. As the wagon burns, the troops begin to flee unconscious.

“Three regiments, kill the fleeing enemy. ”

“Old!”

The raid was organized until the end. All the wagons were burned and the Horn Empire supply forces were destroyed without sending any of them back alive. There couldn't have been a more perfect victory.

Then Balac, commander of the First Fleet, came running to report.

“We engaged an enemy patrol about 15 minutes ago. We defeated them, but we lost three or four survivors. ”

“Then the enemy's forces will come. All right, let's get out of here. Evacuate!”

Following Patrick's instructions, the Condol Cavalry escapes like a tidal wave.

Only burnt wagons and the bodies of the Horn Empire soldiers were left behind.

The Condol Cavalry has retreated as soon as possible from the ambush site. During the retreat, Field Marshal Balak, who had spread a wide search grid, reported again.

“An army of 2,000 cavalry has been dispatched from the Marquis Kaison's camp. At this rate, we should be on site in approximately 4 hours. ”

“That was quick. By the way, 2,000 troops? ”

“Yes. I suspect troops are standing by in case of an emergency." ”

“Depending on the situation, I'll send a follower. ”

“I suppose so.”

“2,000.... ”

Patrick senses temptation. With only 2,000 troops, this side is dominant. It's worth a shot, isn't it?

The enemy hasn't figured out the size of the troops here yet. It was no wonder the enemy tribe encountered a patrol unit and wiped it out without a survivor.

However, over time, we will analyze several clues to predict the power here. traces of the number of horse tracks left in the battlefield. Then…….

‘This is almost the last chance to strike a blow to a careless enemy. ’

Until then, crazy Patrick pauses on his march. I summoned all the battalion commanders.

“Are the crew tired? ”

“I'm not tired at all. Rather, the winning streak boosts morale. ”

“The small number of enemies has made the underrepresented crew unhappy. ”

Daltan the Second and Geden the Third, said.

“Commander, count the first regiment where you haven't tasted Medici on a search mission. ”

Last but not least, First Battalion Commander Balac has made his decision.

“Turn the horse! Today's festival is not over yet! ”

“Waaaah!”

“Let's fight more! ”

The crew turns away screaming. The Condol Cavalry rushes to the scene of the raid on the Supply Squad. Morale rises, and everyone is looking forward to a fight. It was as scary as a Berserker.

* * *

Baron Zakal was a chieftain of a tribe of nomads not long ago. Since the nomadic started the Horn Empire civil war, he was soon under the command of the Horn Empire and became the baron.

Soon there will be a great war against the entire continent. If you want to be a part of that war, you must enter under the imperial command sooner than any other tribe and notice the emperor.

Baron Jacques was right as he thought.

You received the title of Baron, as well as the Imperial Guard's crown seal. A cavalry of elite veterans.

The choice of Baron Zachar was wise considering the past when he was a small tribal chieftain with only hundreds of members.

As Warden Caisson's direct subordinate, he was satisfied with his choice in an important role such as patrolling. He thought he was in a good position to study.

‘Whether they like it or not, the days of the nomads are over. We can tell if the farmers who thought it was just a weak prey are after the power of the continent. ’

Bizarrely, Baron Zakkal was a chieftain of one tribe, but he did not have much pride as a member of the Wind.

The glory of the Wind Clan that terrorized the western continent as it roared through the grasslands was a long time ago.

After the awe-inspiring rise of the Horn Empire by Duke Crocente Bezalius, the Wind's clan has become merely a parasite of the empire that lives in robbery. It is similar to the past where everyone was afraid and offered tribute, but it looks completely different.

Baron Zakkal thought it was a disgrace.

A nomadic tribe cannot be independent without relying on others. I have anticipated that I will be thoroughly enslaved or subjugated by the Horn Empire someday.

So, when the civil war broke out, Baron Zakkal stood by the cold Emperor Kars. That was the right choice. Perhaps Baron Jacquel was the owner of a mindset that was awake more than any of the nomads.

‘I will establish my specialty to gain territory and property. I'll live to be a proper nobleman. ’

This raid on the supply unit was a great opportunity for Baron Zakal, who was only looking for an opportunity to study Hoshitham.

If you defeat the enemy who attacked the Supply Squad perfectly and leave a clear impression, Earl Kaison will also report his lessons to the Emperor for consideration. Fortunately, the late Kaisson was a fair man.

‘I don't know what they are, but I won't miss them. I'll make you regret what you put me through. ’

Baron Zakal is also a nomadic warrior.

A fight was a man with a backbone. I don't know what kind of troops raided the Supply Depot, but those raids specialize in nomadic people like Baron Zakal.

Baron Zakkal arrives at the scene of the raid with a force of 2,000 cavalry. The 2,000 horsemen he brought were from nomadic warriors, 11,000 and 12,000.

“Look for survivors. Maybe not.”

The baron, who saw the wagon and the body laid waste, kicked out his tongue.

“Not just any of them. What happened to your dead body? ”

Despite the overwhelming disparity of troops, they were helpless enough to kill no one. The enemy was a fearfully trained elite. Besides...

“It smells strangely similar. ”

I did.

The battlefield appears to have been swept away by a nomadic warrior. even though it was more orderly and disorderly.

Baron Zachar, who had lived his whole life as a member of the Wind in the Meadow, sensed a demonic sympathy.

Baron Zakkal searches the battlefield carefully. You focus on the shape and direction of the enemy's hoof prints.

"These guys?! ’

Baron Zakkal's complexion is severely solidified.

I also examined the remaining arrows in the battlefield this time. When I saw how I flew from somewhere, I imagined a fight.

Not just any of them.

I ran straight in line.

You shoot an arrow while running at full speed. When the Supply Battalion's display is destroyed by the arrow, it rushes in like a beast and smashes it.

There was a difference between that and the nomadic warriors.

Nomadic warriors don't fight closely enough. With this type of raid, the target's number dries up blood with at least an arrow or stone thrower. The target is left devastated and unattended.

But they were different.

You shoot an arrow, creating a light gap, and bite down on it. Nonetheless, the damage is not done.

If a common nomadic warrior was a jackal, they were like brave wolves.

‘There's a man with a great sense of authority. This should be the boss. ’

There were a number of clean, severed cadavers among the bodies. It was evidence of an unauthorized attack by the express class.