Risou no Himo Seikatsu

An ambush of the group dragons, poking at a gap distracted by the flying dragons flying away over the sky.

Successful cunning ambushes, so unlike the dragon species alive by instinct, the group dragons had succeeded in putting multiple soldiers on their claws in the first blow.

Well, if they did such a brilliant ambush, I can also understand that the salt merchants were hit with every soldier in the escort without the art of exchange.

So much so that Chavier, the young commander, thought of such a pleasant thing in the corner of his whitened head.

But no matter how awesome the salt merchants' escorts were, they're not as good as professional knights, and not so many of them.

Neither the surprise attack of the dragons that drove out the salt merchants, nor the hundreds of local lords led by Chavier, could be slaughtered together.

"... Whole army intercept! Things with shields shield toward the woods, things with spears attack from behind! Archers fire from the inside of the circle! Don't let the dragons near the cars!

Chavier, who regained his sanity, flies that order with a rubbing voice.

"Roger that!

"Ha!"

"Got it, heavy soldiers! Arrow refills, please!

Soldiers receiving the Commander's voice gradually regain their original movement, as they now recall their role.

The battle, which began with the ambush of the group dragons, was gradually changing its appearance.

Chavier is leading a purely armed group organized to crusade dragons. If you recover from the shock of an ambush, you won't take that back.

"Shieldmen, build a wall!

"Spear soldier, don't step forward! Pay more attention to restraint than to attack!

"Archers, shoot! Target the guy who's attacking his fallen ally as a priority! Don't be afraid of misfiring! Either way, I can't help you if you drag me into the woods!

As the refocused Chaviers moved on to an organized counterattack, the war situation fell into adhesive condition.

At both sides of the street, soldiers lined up with short spears and wooden shields, and quickly descended into the woods, the group dragons stretched their long necks out of the gaps in the trees, gagged and deafening.

Archers with short bows in the rear occasionally see gaps and fly arrows, but few pierce the body of a group of dragons, interrupted by branches of trees or leaves of bushy trees.

Rarely do some arrows crawl through the trees' defensive walls and pierce the body of a group of dragons, but the intrusion is a weak arrow of power released from a short bow.

Though medium-sized, the dragon species with thick skins and robust skeletons should not be so loose as to be finished with a single arrow.

"Gaaaa!"

A group of dragons, unluckily arrowed by their bodies, bleed red from their wounds, screaming, but far from fatal.

Chabiel speaks to the knight who bows beside him, keeping his gaze on the group dragons and his men, glinting on the boundary between the forest and the street.

"Josep. How many people got hit?

"There's only one person who's definitely been hit. Earlier, alive, I was dragged into the woods. Five others were seriously injured in the first ambush. They are non-combatant, but do not risk immediate loss of life. We are now evacuating all five of them on top of the caravan of the\ 36636;heavy Squad\"

Knight Josep returned the words, with the cutting-edge of the bow and arrow and with his sharp gaze pointed at the shaded group dragon, in such a pale tone.

The weapon of Josep, a knight of war, is the 'Dragon Bow' used in.

The size is no different from the short bow used by the archers, but its power and range are even better than the long bow, rather than the short bow, a delicacy.

As long as the angle of incidence and the point of hit are good, it is not impossible to stop the group dragons with one arrow.

In fact, the whole corpse of a group of dragons currently rolling down the street was shot dead by Josep with that arrow.

Chavier also has the urge to set up a bow and arrow of his own, but with reason he suppresses that urge and strives to grasp his surroundings. Turning to a direct attack means concentrating your consciousness, at least at that moment, on one of your targets.

In inexperienced commanders like Chavier, such narrow horizons can cause fatal damage to troops.

Chavier just tries, even, to grasp the status quo.

(The reduction in the power of the war is combined with six dead and non-combatants. Still not enough damage to interfere with combat action. Defensive formation already built. After forming...... adhesive state)

At present, the Chavier army is unable to reduce the number of shots fired at the group dragons that have fallen back into the forest, but the group dragons are also unable to mount an effective attack on the Chaviers.

"Depending on the situation, I've been checking my gear with the intention of stepping into the woods..."

Has the rush come to a boil in the glue state, Chavier inadvertently leaks such words.

"You can't agree. It is unexpected that we should deal with both the dominant dragons. When it comes to fighting in the woods, which is their territory, I'm not saying we lose, but I'm pretty sure the damage will break the tolerances."

But a warring knight standing next to him cuts and throws away the squeal of a yes young commander.

Chavier himself must have had the perception that his proposal was dangerous.

To Knight Josep's reply, I just returned the short word "well" and threw away my thoughts.

"But if so, what? As it is, the adhesive state does not move. There's no limit to arrowballs."

"In the meantime, I was wondering if you'd like to maintain the status quo for a while. It is certain to be unusually numerous and dominant, but it has its limits. If the glue continues, the lower end runs ahead..."

"Gawah!"

It will be ahead, in the midst of an attempt to continue, as if to meet Josep's expectations, a group of dragons stretch their necks wide out of the woods, exposing their faces to the edge of the street, in an attempt to bite them by short spears.

"Ha!"

Knight Joseph didn't miss that gap. An arrow released from a quickly squeezed dragon bow is sucked into the head of that group of dragons.

"Gah!?"

Flying horizontally with the ground, the silver flashing arrow smashed through the leather and skull of the faces of the group dragons and pierced them deeply. Because the brain of the dragon species is so small that it is not comparable to that of humans, a penetrating wound to the head is often not a special blow, but apparently we were lucky this time.

That group of dragons, with the arrows of the knight Joseph around his head, collapsed, trying to protrude his upper body out of the quarry and the shade of the tree.

"Ooh!"

"Master Josep, it's a boulder!

After entering the glue state, for the first time in a long time, the morale of the soldiers also rises visibly.

"Well done, Josep. I think it's cunning, but it's a lot more far-fetched."

With compliments, to a young superior who tilts his neck and questions, Knight Joseph smiles wildly as he quickly takes the next arrow from the arrow barrel on his back and stands.

"What we're talking about is dragon species. No matter how cunning one boss is, both the lower ends are beasts of instinct priority. No matter how scared the boss's orders are, there's no way he'll ever be able to comply with 'wait' orders."

"I see. If the glue keeps going, the other side will collapse first."

To a bright report since the battle began, Chabiel loosens the wrinkles between his brows just a little.

When asked about the forest with a slightly calm eye, it does feel more like the shadows of the group dragons lurking in the gaps of the trees are also shifting their position towards the heartwarming street.

In doing so, another group of dragons, who had exhausted their performances, leaked their yodals and fury from their wide open mouths, as they leapt into the streets.

"Gaaaa!"

But for the soldiers waiting, such as the group dragons, who show up on the streets alone, it is only a prey.

"Now!

"Fuck you!"

"Whoa!

An arrow falls like rain from a short bow set up by the archers, and the nearest spear soldier thoughtfully throws the short spear in his right hand from close range, just like Todome.

"Higg......!

The diverse group of dragons were slammed arrows like hares all over their bodies, and finally they threw spears deep into their torso, desperate.

"Alright, that's how it goes!

Unexpectedly, such a word of praise leaks out of Chavier's mouth as well.

At this rate, if a group of dragons stranded in glue pops up into the street one by one, each of the outfits is destroyed.

Behind Chavier's brain lies such optimistic hope. But a loud roar echoes down the street from the back of the forest, as it undoes that picture of hope.

"GOOOO!!"

The ringing is not just loud. Just a howl of a beast is a voice with a clear meaning of will and command that draws a line.

"Dear Chavier, it's right!

Reflectively gazing into the forest of his right hand, Chabiel saw its shadow behind the forest, to the words of his young and old servant Andres.

"Big...... na"

"Yes."

The shadow of a tree or tree is out of the way and not clearly visible, but its silhouette alone shows that 'it' is not an ordinary being.

You should be holding back a lot more than the other group dragons that are close to the streets critical, but at first glance its size is just as big as the other group dragons or it looks slightly bigger if you do poorly.

Usually, the boss of a group dragon is assumed to be one head bigger than the common group dragon, but is that even bigger than the common boss group dragon, about two heads?

The group dragon is originally classified as a 'medium carnivorous dragon', but this large boss group dragon is a little too big to call it medium. If they say 'smaller large carnivore', it is a size that is likely to convince me.

"Grrwy!!"

As Chavier and the others were blinded by the shadow of a huge group of dragons, that huge group of dragons once again sounded a loud bark around them.

Then, at the next moment, the group of dragons, who had their noses up to the shade of the tree on the side of the street, fall back in unison.

You're retreating? Chabiel speaks half reflexively to the soldiers who inadvertently relax the tension.

"Don't be alarmed! Everybody, stay alert!

Chavier's instructions themselves are never wrong. Its decision to be a new American commander but instantly feel the loosening of tension in the troops and whip them in without getting their hair in is rather commendable.

But should I say fortunate? Subsequent vigilance ended in hard labour.

The weed called Gasagasa and the sound of loosening the branches of the trees gradually drift away from all the surroundings.

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After having placed it for as long as he counts the ten slowly after the sound was completely deafened, Chabiel asks Josep, a knight who refrains beside him, and the hunter on the beard surface, as he takes confirmation.

"... did this really retreat...?

The knight Josep and the hunter on the beard face shook their heads vertically in alignment.

"Yes, all the signs have gone away"

"The howl earlier signaled a retreat, right? The dragons basically won't be attacking the prey they gave up again soon."

Knight and hunter. With the professional of combat and the expert ink of the dragon breed, Chavier also finally pulls out his shoulder strength.

"Right. All units, alert clear. After you treat the wounded, report the damage."

To Chavier's words, the soldiers, who had slightly reduced their numbers from a hundred, sought to ease the tension by entering.

As the sun leaned heavily to the west and the reddish sun lit, Chavier's line was being pursued for post-war treatment.

It is particularly difficult to treat the wounded.

"All right, I'll flush it. Just be patient."

"Agh!?"

Break the wounded soldier's clothes, wash exposed wounds with plenty of water, wrap clean cloth around them and stop the bleeding.

Those who are fractured are held down by a few people and then tied with cloth with the concubine to secure them.

The treatment you can give him in this setting is to that extent. However, even at that level of treatment, time and in some cases, can be a factor in bringing the fate of death back to life.

Eventually, the person in charge of the Heavy Squad, who had applied a single procedure to the wounded, came to report to Chavier.

"Dear Chavier. The wounded have been treated. For now, no one is in immediate danger of life. Later, it depends on how it goes."

To the words of the Head of the Heavy Corps, Chabiel returned "Good luck". Chavier's expression floats with the obvious color of relief.

Whatever it is, the good news is that the wounds on the wounded were not fatal.

Regardless, as the head of the Heavy Squad put it, the prediction is unacceptable. Those who have been wounded with dragon species fangs or nails often develop high fever at a later date. For wounded and vulnerable soldiers, fever can be a sufficient cause of death.

Chavier was driven by the desire to see the wounded, but he reconsidered that he now had other priorities and continued the conversation.

"How's the Hakuryu car? Is it possible to repair it?

"Yes. Fortunately, only one of them was hit with a nail on the wheel, so with a spare wheel, for now, you can do it so you can move it. Well, when we get to town, we need to replace each axle."

In response to Chavier's question, the person in charge answered so and put his head on.

Heavy forces are more than just carrying supplies. It is a kind of skilled group that includes people who can instantly repair broken cars, weapons, and protective equipment in case of trouble.

In a way, the best special medals in this battle can also be described as the face of their heavy squad.

Anyway, under the siege of a herd of dragons, I've been in control to keep the 'Blunt Dragons' pulling the Loaded Dragon Car from going wild.

The knights' riding beast, the "runaway dragon," and their servants were struggling with the same quality, but compared to them, the hardship of the lords of the dragon cars is not the ratio. Because the response to the battlefield is different digits between the 'dragon walkers' of the knights trained on the premise of combat and the 'blunt dragons' trained only as a simple workforce.

We need to reward them for their hard work in some way later. Chavier asks the head of the heavy unit as he stops the incident in the corner of his head to remember.

"Okay. We will leave as soon as we have repaired the Dragon Car. I'm sorry, but hurry. As it stands, if other dragon species come smelling blood, I can't even open my eyes. Oh, and I'd like you to keep the wounded in the caravan, okay?

To Chavier's enquiry, the head of the heavy force, after much reticence, agrees.

"Yes, you'll be fine. Originally, we still had plenty of room for the loaded dragon cars, and luckily, we're consuming a lot of water here and now, the load is lighter."

"Well, is there a water problem too?... Ok, I'll leave it up to you to repair the dragon truck and transport the wounded. Do it right."

"Ha!"

The head of the heavy unit replied loudly, rushing back to the loaded dragon car.

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Chavier, who was constantly staring away at the back of the head of the heavy force, eventually returns his gaze to the front.

"Josep."

"Ha."

"We're reckless mountain hunting alone, aren't we?

Instead of inquiring, to Chavier's inquiry, which is close to confirming the perception he is sure of, the skilled knight shakes his neck small and vertical.

"Yes, if you step in with more caution than you already know about the enemy's qualities, you will be able to achieve some results, but surely the damage will be beyond acceptable"

In the woods, the dragons' territory. With less than a hundred troops, slaughtering a group of dragons from fifty in command is a little more challenging.

Therefore, Chabielle decides, mindlessly stifling her lower lip.

"... ok. My crusade is a failure. Request reinforcements from Wang Du."

Copy that, sir.

It's a wise decision, I was about to add, and the knight Josep swallowed the word.

The words may only sound loathsome to this young commander who swallowed mindless and made rational decisions at a critical place.

Even if it is a genuine word of praise, it is better not to say it on this occasion if there is a risk that its intentions will be conveyed bent over to the other person.

Chabiel says, keeping a strong eye on the other side of the street while Josep keeps his mouth shut.

"The march will resume as soon as the repair of the Dulong car is complete. Be ready so you can move quickly."

"Copy that. Are you going back to the capital?

To Josep's inquiry, Chavier shakes his neck sideways, with a stiff expression.

"No, the other way around. Keep going through the streets and into the king's realm. It's quicker, I can see the wounded doctors."

"I see."

To the judgment of the young commander, the skilled knight did not put his inner thoughts on his face, but raised a voice that he honestly admired.

In fact, what Chavier is saying is nothing wrong.

If you simply get to the nearest people, it's quicker to U-turn here, but if the condition is' nearest, where the medical technicians are ', it's best to keep going straight down the street and reach the edge of the king's realm.

At the edge of the king's territory, there are military facilities of considerable size, and in the Kingdom of Karpua, at least one person is assigned a medical technician to more than a certain number of military facilities.

There is no doubt that such consideration for the wounded occupies much of Chavier's inner heart.

But at the same time, Josep thinks.

(Reinforcements sent by Wang Du must stop at its military facilities. Master Chavier will want to rendezvous with reinforcements there and go out again myself)

Given the status of Chavier, the next Lord of the Borderlands of Ghazir, it is not an unlikely story that, depending on the ranks of reinforcement commanders, Chavier himself will be at the top of the reinforcements.

Maybe Chavier hasn't given up yet. that I, in this war situation, will achieve clear results.

Such Chabiel's actions seem a little dangerous to Josep, a skilled knight, but that attitude of seeking the fruits and fame can also be described as a sign of a full understanding of what the Father and the inhabitants want from themselves.

"I'm worried about the wounded. I want to hasten the march as far as they are physically unobstructed. Josep, I'd like to get the foot-stopped infantry behind our dragon riders, but is there a problem?

Hard work, trying to achieve the best results for the mission entrusted to him, to the appearance of a thankful young commander, Joseph remembers the strong sentiment of wanting to support this young man once again.

"Well, it won't be a problem. In strict light of military law, putting infantry on a dragon rider is a violation, because it's still a time of war in the broad sense of the word. It's implicit that flexible judgment in the field takes precedence over military law in wartime."

The knight Josep, lightly associating himself, affirmed Chabiel's suggestion by saying so.

A creature called 'The Walking Dragon', driven by knights like Chavier and Josep, boasts a body that is more than twice as large and is supposedly nearly twice as powerful as a horse commonly referred to as a heavy horse.

Capably, there's absolutely nothing wrong with transporting two fully armed humans at all times. If we don't let him run early and pay attention to the bait and rest on the way, it's enough for three passengers.

"Okay. If possible, hurry through the 'salt streets' to the extent that the wounded are not burdened. Rework your plans for night shifts, waterlogging, and rest. I'm obliged to report a failure and request reinforcements as soon as possible than I have failed my mission."

Chavier says so with a strong glance across the 'street of salt', which is illuminated by the reddish West Day.

Copy that, sir.

The knight Joseph answered the words of the young commander, who also sounded strong, in such a short and honest voice.