Price of Management

Horses must also fight together in the Horse War. So Patrick tried to understand his horse. It takes understanding the sword and willingness to embrace the sword to become Exporter.

An effort to become the undisciplined integrity and the captain of the Condol Cavalry produced results.

Along with the horses and breathing, we were able to run as skillfully as the crew.

He also learned how to deliver error to horses. If you inject the error in line with the movement and timing of the horse, you will get a temporary burst of energy.

It could not be used for long because of the consumption of errors, but it was a very useful technology in important situations.

Like right now.

“Tsaha!”

“Hee-hee-hee!”

Patrick and the horse run in a mile. Continuously injecting the error, Patrick quickly narrows his distance to the Horn Empire.

‘I'll kill the enemy right here. ’

The decision was made with an eye after seeing the attitude of the Horn Empire troops in response to the attack of the Second Fleet.

Daltan, commander of the Second Fleet, did very well. The user avoids danger and shows the best number of hits it can inflict. But the commander of the Horn Empire was even more surprised.

Judgment that does not slow down the retreat while taking unilateral damage! He knew very clearly how to minimize the damage. It was the scariest enemy that could make such a decision at such an urgent moment.

‘Moreover, he must be from the nomadic people, given his skill in leading the cavalry. A commander who knows very well about the Horsemen's War is getting in the way of our Condol Cavalry, so we should eliminate him on this occasion. ’

Patrick was convinced that eliminating that opponent was a huge offense. That is why it consumes errors too much and speeds up. A capable commander was scarier than the original army.

Almost caught up.

Patrick is now closing in on the halt of the Horn Empire.

Srung...

Patrick pulls out the Bastard Sword.

The horsemen from the Horn Empire who saw Patrick are nervous, too. When I saw Patrick who had approached me shortly but was not afraid at all, I was reminded that it was unusual. Their hunches were accurate.

Soon after, Patrick began slaughtering the cavalry with his Ordinary Bastard Sword.

Aaaaah!

“Knng!”

One cavalry falls with blood on its chest. Only the horse that lost its owner ran alone.

Then another cavalry pulls Sling out. After pulling a rock out of your pocket, you showed a unique nomadic warrior trick that swings a sling at it. You swing the sling and send the boulder straight to Patrick.

Patrick swings the Bastard Sword in time for the stones to fly.

Phew!

“Grr!”

Bounced by Bastard Sword, the boulder creates a phenomenon that is right on the forehead of the cavalry who did it. The cavalry, which was shaken by a big shock, eventually fell off the horse.

“Here we go!”

Patrick hollers and digs into the hoop basket of the Horn Empire Army. A strange situation has occurred in which Patrick runs alongside the horsemen of the Horn Empire that are speeding.

Of course, Patrick wasn't just running.

Gaaaah!

“Aah!”

Qajik!

“Huff!”

I killed them one by one with clean hands. It was a terrifying swordsmanship that spared no need for two attacks.

The display of the Horn Empire cavalry, which was racing through Patrick's breach, begins to falter.

I was running in a wedge-shaped shape, taking as little resistance from the wind as possible, and as it began to slip, my speed began to slow down even slightly.

Kuaaak!

“Chug!”

As Bastard Sword burrowed into his chest, the cavalry burst the horse's groaning with a very painful look and collapsed. The corpse catches onto the front leg of the cavalry running behind him, and he falls down like a domino. You took down two cavalry men with one sword.

As Patrick makes a commotion from the inside, the Horn Empire's pace slows.

‘Goddamn it. ’

The Baron saw this and uttered a profanity.

No matter how powerful an Expert is, he can't attack thousands of enemies alone. But even the Horn Empire had no sharp way to deal with Patrick under these odd circumstances.

We didn't have the tools to stand up to someone that strong. Of course, the whole army can stop advancing and surround them and attack, but they will be pursued by the enemy.

‘That's exactly what he wants. ’

We have to run like this. Baron Zakkal was so sure.

But there was a problem.

Patrick found the Baron of Zakkal.

“Are you in charge? ”

Patrick targets the baron and quickly approaches.

"Hehe!"

Baron Zakkal jumps at the running horse. Thanks to the use of evil, the narrow streets of the two continued.

At first glance, seven hundred Cadets of the 2nd Regiment of Condol Cavalry appeared.

Baron Zakkal is stunned.

This is bad!

If the enemy in front pretends to be crazy and comes at us from the front, he has to slow down and eventually gets caught by the scary guy chasing behind him and runs off.

Meanwhile, Patrick thought the same thing.

‘Opportunity.'

A great chance to strike the master's head! Patrick had no intention of missing this opportunity.

Chase after them.

A breathless sprint. The horses, as well as the humans, exhaled a hot nostril.

Baron Zakkal, whose life depended on being alert, felt distracted. My heart was pounding and my head was bleeding.

Rrrrgh.

Baron Zakkal gritted his teeth.

“Our tribe was not a detergent. I choose the best warrior to succeed me. Do you know how I became chief? ”

Baron Zakkal pulls out a bow and arrow from his back.

The wind slows you down a bit, reducing the gap between you two. As we get closer, Patrick's Bastard Sword will snap his neck.

Baron Zakkal is terrified that his heart will burst. However, you grip and endure it, and pull the arrow against the bow.

Where are you?

Where's my target?

I took all the risk and pulled out my bow. So you can't even guess what you're doing.

Baron Zakkal aims carefully.

At that moment, I was amazed at my superhuman concentration.

‘I leave it to fate. ’

We finally found our target.

The distance with Patrick is getting closer. Orders flow from his Bastard Sword. Baron Zakkal endures the horror, though his sweat runs cold.

Aim for the target.

And…… fire.

Shhh...

Fate flies an arrow.

The wind draws an elegant curve, and the arrow pierces one person's neck.

“Huff!”

The man who was struck by the arrow tumbles from the horse immediately. The 7th Battalion is in a state of panic. Because…….

“Mr. White Man!"

“The White Man has been defeated! ”

The Baron Zakal shot was the white man who commanded the seven hundred armies.

The seven hundred men who lost their commanders were embarrassed to see the imperial horsemen approaching, and they didn't know what to do, and eventually followed the instructions they had received.

Move aside to avoid collisions.

“No! We have to get him! Fight!”

Patrick shouts, but not to the Seven Hundred. He lost his White Seal and failed to make the right decision about the situation.

Eventually, the Horn Empire was able to keep on racing without interruption. Of course, the seven hundred men stand aside and shoot arrows to avenge the whites, but Baron Jakal, who is being chased by Patrick, doesn't even notice the arrows.