Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Two thousand regular soldiers, eight thousand militiamen, led by Count Revere, headed from north to south, through the streets to the capital.

However, the footsteps are unexpectedly dull. After the number of days that Revere had calculated he would arrive in the capital, he was still able to march halfway.

"Ugh... what kind of naughty people are they!" This will drain your supplies in vain! "

When the sun went down, Revere threw himself up in a tent on the plain near the street.

Inside the tent were the servants of the house of the Count, and the representatives of several noble families who were collaborators. Those who are at the center of the coup are sitting uncomfortably.

"What's this all about!" Why is it taking so long to march!? Even though the battle hasn't started yet, you've reduced your supplies by a third! "

"I'm sorry, too. The militia were slower than we expected... if only regular soldiers and mercenaries had arrived in the capital..."

"Geez... this is it, the civilians!" You can't even be satisfied with walking the streets! Soldier Leader, this is your responsibility! "

"... sorry"

The soldier captain, who was pointed at by the spear of anger, lowered his head with a bitter expression.

The soldier-in-chief is not a clan member of the Revere family. He was a mercenary who was hired for this battle and given the status of "soldier commander".

I was hired to assist Revere, who had never fought before... but the look on the face of a man in his mid-fifties was a bitter one.

"Double your march speed from tomorrow!" Cut down on breaks and make your way to the King's City as soon as possible! I paid a fortune to hire you. I'm going to show you a little decent work! "

"... I understand. We'll do our best.”

It was a reed that spat and roared, but the delay in marching was not necessarily the responsibility of the captain or the militia.

In the first place, an army is a giant creature. The more troops you have, the more massive your body becomes and the slower you move. It is only natural that a group of more than 10,000 soldiers are unable to move as expected.

Revere's schedule of march and plans to capture the capital were based on records of past wars.

However... the speed of advance of the army in the past data is only that of trained soldiers. This is not a record of the militia that cultivated the field until recently.

It is inevitable that militias with little training and little experience in warfare will not be able to move like skilled soldiers.

It was all due to Revere's lack of experience. It was caused by an immature commander who had only read and scavenged books on his desk.

(Totally... you don't know anything about the army or the war, do you?)

The hired soldier's captain sighs in front of the emotionally screaming reeds.

(The quality (of us) is poor because the experience is confusing but the knowledge alone is poor. At the very least, if you hand over the command to us, we can march even smoother.)

A man who was hired as a soldier-in-chief, but whose job was only to assist Revere. Believing himself to be good, the count did not want to relinquish his command.

Revere is not at all aware that it is delaying his march. There is nothing wrong with me because I give the right instructions based on knowledge and theory. The bad thing is that people below you who can't execute orders correctly - they were overconfident in themselves.

(I feel sorry for a soldier who fights under an incompetent commander... well, that's fine. We can still save enough. The battle hasn't started yet.)

Much more time has passed than planned in advance... but at the moment, the chances of winning have not disappeared.

The number of troops in the capital is less than a thousand. We have about 10,000 troops here. In any case, the rebels are definitely more advantageous. Even if we drain one-third of the military supplies, we will be able to adequately cover them through looting.

(If there is a chance of defeat, it is whether there is a "monster" in the enemy army. If there was a [battlefield monster] in the enemy army that turned the difference in numbers and ground profit lightly, this battle would be unknown.)

Unlike the Commander and the original Revere, the Soldier Leader is a skilled soldier. I've been at war many times.

The Soldier Commander believed in the superiority of numbers on the battlefield, just like Revere... but at the same time, I know with my own knowledge that there are times when it doesn't work.

(Protecting the capital is Sven Arbeil, the orphan of the Arbeil family. And the "Princess of Dolphin Slaughter"?)

Could they be monsters capable of overturning ten times the difference in combat power?

The soldier commander listened to the employer's roar from right to left, while reminding his enemies that he would be surrounded by the not-so-distant future.