Price of Management

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The Condol Cavalry arrived at the meadow, largely avoiding the pursuit of more than 15,000 cavalry led by Baron Zakal.

“Ah! This is our home. ”

“I've always wanted to see this meadow landscape.... ”

“Oh, I miss the old days. ”

“I miss you so much. Thanks to Earl Ligand, we're living a much better life now. ”

“Who said that? It just brings back memories. You don't have to go back to the old days, son. ”

“Hahaha!”

The crew looked at the grasslands with wet eyes, forgetting the fatigue of the vigilante.

The endless expanse of green logs opened Patrick's heart, as well as the crew who lived here all their lives. When I saw the horizon, I felt like my stomach was cracking open.

However, such refinement was only brief.

‘Phew……. ’

Patrick feels the agony of breastfeeding again. It was because of the opinions that Balac, first platoon commander, suggested last time.

Emperor Kars' greatest weapon, aimed at conquest of the continent, is the army of nomadic warriors.

The families of those nomadic warriors live here in the meadow.

If we attack their tribe as soon as we do, the nomadic warriors at war with the emperor's flag in the Kingdom of Leaden will hear of the attacks on their families.

The nomadic warriors will be alarmed by the concerns of their families, and their agitation will soon become the agitation of Emperor Kars.

‘It makes sense. Without an army of nomads, the Horn Empire won't survive the war, no matter how good the Emperor is. But……. ’

Can we attack tribesmen who have no strength to resist us?

Patrick wasn't confident.

Patrick was from the noble family of Orien.

Once upon a time, Duke Balt, the brother of the late Orient king, failed to take the throne. At that time, the Purge's bloodline swept across the Orient Kingdom, and the current King of Orleans committed treason and purge not only of Duke Val's party, but of his two static princes.

Patrick's family was so unfairly sacrificed. One by one, one by one, after a hard life of refuge, Patrick was left in the world. I met Carroc today while living as a mercenary for a living.

It was a hell of a childhood trick.

It wasn't self-esteem.

He was also unfair, so he didn't want to hurt anyone who wasn't a party to the fight.

“Commander.”

As if you knew Patrick's affliction, first platoon commander Balac approached.

Patrick loses his job.

“I haven't decided yet. ”

“I understand.”

“Did I ever tell you about my life? ”

“Yes, you said that the other day when you were drunk. ”

“Oh, I did. ”

“After that, you didn't drink until you were drunk. ”

“Hahaha. Unlike me, who's drunk, I don't like showing off to others." ”

“Ever since we found out about your past, we've become more like family to you. I understood the commander when I learned that he was a man who had lived a life. ”

“Well, that's a relief. I was worried you might look fierce as a commander. ”

“You don't want to create victims like the commander of your childhood, do you? ”

“Yes.”

“Still, the commander lived in a good environment. ”

“What?"

“Your misfortune is like ours when you are born in a place that repeats itself every day. It makes no sense who's the perpetrator and who's the victim. ”

“ ……. ”

“I know. It's a sin in a peaceful life. But every day is a war in a harsh environment where there's not enough food to live in. Maybe that's why we're so loyal to the late Earl Ligand. believing that one day we would have a life where there was no need for violence that we had never lived. ”

Patrick felt the same way.

We follow our Lord because we believe that misfortunes such as our own will create a world where nothing has happened. It was more than just the trust of a savior who saved his life.

Balac said.

“So for those of us who were once a war for our daily lives, this war is taking it seriously. Those who drove us off the grasslands have invaded to take away even the hope we are looking at. ”

“ ……. ”

“Our families are in Kunt territory. The families who have only just received shelter are shaking with anxiety. Because we know what happens when the Horn Empire invades there. If that's the case, sir. Why should we not do what we fear them to do? Why should we not do whatever they can to win? ”

“…… you're right. I know you're right. We're not one-sided assailants. This is war."

Hearing Balac's words, Patrick is finally able to make up his mind.

“We attack the nomads. However, there are several principles. ”

“Lower your voice.”

“First, do not surround, do not open the retreat and do not harm those who flee. ”

“I understand.”

“Second, we focus on driving them out and destroying their homes, rather than taking their lives. ”

“I understand.”

“And finally... ”

Patrick stares intensely at you.

“I'll lead the charge. ”

“Yes?”

Balak was surprised.

“You don't have to do that. We're used to it, but you must be mentally challenged. ”

“You don't have to defile my own hands? I can't do that. I'll take the lead and get blood on my hands. ”

“It's not a dirty thing, it's a difference in familiarity. ”

“I'll get used to it, too. I'm your boss. ”

Balac was greatly surprised at Patrick's decision.

Patrick gives the order.

“The patrol should check the nearest nomadic quarter. It's okay to show patrols to the villagers. It's not bad to give them time to run. ”

“I understand.”

That's how the battle for the Condol Cavalry began.

The nearest section was quickly identified.

The scouts, who have some sense of Patrick's intentions, deliberately approach the perimeter and reveal themselves. The nomadic colonists who lived in the vicinity were greatly surprised when an unknown armed force appeared.

Soon, a force of 4,000 Kondol cavalry appeared. At the forefront, there was always Patrick.

Thousands of troops appeared to be overwhelmed, and the surprised crowd seemed to be in a frenzy. Patrick gives them a moment.

Soon after, the villagers start to flee, and Patrick runs out screaming.

“Attack!”

“Waaaah!”

The Condol Cavalry runs screaming.

Every tent and small fence prevented the sheep from escaping. There couldn't have been a great situation for the nomadic people who move every season. Some villagers have opened a fearless fence and are moving the sheep. The sheep wanted to rescue some of them, their lifeline.

‘Damn it.'

Patrick grips his teeth. Seeing the people who made every effort to survive somehow, my heart sank. The power of the sword creaks into your hand.

It took less than an hour to eradicate the colony. I broke the tent and crawfish tools and set fire to them. Only the howling sound of the scattered sheep resonates in shock.

“That's it. Here we go! ”

“Old!”

The Condol Cavalry leaves the area in ash and sets out again. It was like a hurricane that swept through everything in an instant.