Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The next day, the group dragon crusade unit led by Pujol Gijen finally reached the "nest hole" of the group dragon main unit.

The "nest hole" of the group dragons is a horizontal hole penetrated by a cliff deep in the dense forest. When I say a horizontal hole, it's not as deep as a cave. It is only large and shallow beneath the cliff. As a result, you can't hide yourself, but you can protect yourself from the storm to a certain extent. Due to its location under a cliff, thick trees are not grown either, and only soft cedar plants with low lengths are lush. It is not a bad environment for a dragon species to rest their bodies.

Although such cliffside plots are not uncommon, it is rarely in boulders that there is a size that can accommodate hundreds of group dragons. Hundreds of dragons fell asleep there, even making them feel great through the unusual.

The group dragon crusader led by General Pujol tried to approach with the utmost care possible, but it is still difficult to get through the senses of a keen dragon species and ambush them.

As a result, the battle between Qun Long's main unit and Qun Long's crusade unit had to take the form of a slightly unintentional encounter.

"Gaaaa!!"

"Shieldmen, don't break formation! Archers, shoot! If you're afraid of accidental firing, you'll get more dead people the other way around! Never mind shooting!

The aggressiveness of the group dragons who attacked the main unit with children stands out from the past. If there is salvation, is every group of dragons overall smaller and inferior to the strength of fifty of the raiding troops that have been opposed many times before?

It wasn't fatally wounded, but I can't really afford the soldiers emotionally, because I originally assumed the encounter, so I formed a solid formation and then took over.

"Ok, shit, how many of these guys are there!?"

"I don't know, I don't even want to know"

The soldiers wickedly infiltrate their foreheads simultaneously with sweat and cold sweat to resist the pressure of the group dragons with sturdy wooden shields. Even though group dragons are classified as medium-sized in carnivorous dragons, they are far larger than humans. No matter how much you say you're working out, it's nearly impossible for a soldier to stop you from eating from the front by himself. For this reason, the soldiers with shields on the front line, in principle, hold one shield for two and fight against the group dragons that push over.

Still, by nature, the amount of simple force comparison leans toward the group dragons, where collaboration and attacks from the rear say things.

"Ggaaaa!!"

"Gosh, he's here!

"Support me from behind. Hold on!

"Son of a bitch, fuck you!

An empty hand supports the two shieldmen further from behind, and it rains an arrow on a group of dragons approaching which a bow stands behind them. By doing so, the front line had barely maintained adhesion and had succeeded in reducing the group dragons, albeit slightly.

A shield inhibits movement and an archer stops a group of dragons from moving. While that collective action is under way, the soldiers are unbeaten by a group of dragons. The problem is the health of the shield taking the attack of the group dragon on the front line, but it is the commander's arm display that compensates for it in numbers.

"You're weakening pressure on the right wing. While we're at it, the third squadron joins the right wing, and the second squadron falls back from the right wing. In conjunction with the timing of the shift, the Archers concentrate their shooting on the right wing to support the shift."

"Ha!"

All troops move according to the orders of General Pujol, who takes command of all armies in the rear. It is because of these intelligent behaviors that humans can counter dragon species with physical abilities far superior to humans.

Since the attack of the uncontrolled group dragon has unevenness, this one can be accompanied by unevenness to replace soldiers to restore fatigue, or vice versa, to increase heavy wear and tear.

No matter how close the cliff is, the trees grow away from the cliff. It shouldn't be easy to grasp the whole battlefield, but I'm not at all lost in General Pujol's command.

Chabiel Ghazir, standing next to the general like a deputy secretary, inadvertently turns his respectful gaze.

"How does Your Excellency keep abreast of the movements of all the armies?

Sometimes the war situation is going as expected, and General Pujol, who can afford it, answered the questions of the small next peripheral uncle looking up at this one.

"Your eyes are 70% everyday, your ears are 20%, your senses, smells, etc. Otherwise you're 10% all together. But in such a battlefield with poor vision, there are 50% eyes, 20% ears, 10% others, and 20% predictions based on the previous information? Well, I just told him to take turns because the number of group dragons on the right wing was visibly low."

"What? Visible?

Tilting his neck, Chavier unexpectedly stretches out on the spot to look in the right wing direction, but it is only the branches of the trees and the backs of the allied soldiers that extend into Chavier's sight.

To that appearance, General Pujol, realizing the difference from himself, says as he leaks a bitter laugh.

"Oh, don't I look like Sir Chavier? I can still see the heads of the dragons from here."

In Chavier, less than one hundred and seventy centimetres tall, and General Pujol, nearly two meters tall, literally the 'sight you're looking at' is different.

"... you don't look like me"

…………

To comfort the little boy, who shrugged sideways like a little shank, the giant general remained silent, pounding and gently slapping the boy on the head.

The war went well, I could say.

Of course, that's a story in the eyes of a commander overlooking the whole thing in the rear. With his body on the front line, the sight of the shields under attack by the group dragons has not changed at all since the beginning of the war.

Imminent in front of you are countless group dragons. Sticking your ears is the rage of the group dragons. The nose is so stupid because of the high viscosity of the blood flowing from the group dragons.

Recruits and others are not uncommon to wear buttcakes as they go in and out the moment they take turns and back down.

However, General Pujol, who is in overall command at the rear, had made the decision that there were no problems, having understood the current situation of the recruits.

Sure, these soldiers are wearing out a lot, but the pace of repelling the dragons is far above that. So far, this one has not had a single clear war casualty, while nearly a third of the group dragons have already been taken over. So much so that we already had to draw the front several times to secure the battlefield because of the scattering of the bodies of more than a hundred group dragons.

The battle, initially started in an open space near a cliff because of it, has now shifted to a sparsely tree-grown, poorly visible space.

"Nevertheless, no further retreat on the boulders is unsavory. If I could, I'd like you to come."

General Pujol, who commands in the rear, looks slowly over the entire battlefield and squeals so. The nest poked and mad dragon species, so far, have been poking at me as this one pulls, but if there's any more damage, I'll start running off to boulders.

It is unrealistic to destroy a group of dragons who choose to flee in the dense forest without leaving one behind. But there's no big problem with that.

In the first place, the dragon breed of the herd dragons, if they were meant to be, is not such a threat that we have to pull out the National Army. The exceptional presence that binds these hundreds of dragons - if only the boss, the giant dragons, could be held hostage, the large swarm of dragons cannot be maintained if it becomes a threat to the country. The group dragons, already reduced by more than a third, should be scattered over a small group of fewer than ten after the mess of losing their bosses.

In doing so, we can also expect that there will probably be an argument between us in a territorial dispute.

Therefore, the priority is not to reduce the total number of group dragons, but to ensure that the boss, the giant group dragon, is stopped.

General Pujol speaks to the mature knight captain standing next to him on the right, keeping his gaze to the front.

"Hasn't the giant group of dragons been identified yet?

"Ha, no offensive reports, no sightings in it."

The boss, the giant group dragon, is at least two times bigger than the common group dragon. If you're on this spot, unless you're intentionally lying on the ground, it's odd if someone hasn't found that shadow, even if you're holding back.

To the words of the mature knight, the deputy length of all armies, General Pujol groans slightly between his eyebrows.

"That said, the giant group of dragons are not here. Looks like you should think you're out hunting with fifty main players."

A surprise attack was launched on the main unit in a gap where the boss and the main force were away from the nest hole. That sounds good, but this falls into the category of "missed guess" one way or another because the top priority destroyer is the boss, the giant group dragon.

"Thinking about the future, I don't want to go any further backwards..."

With that said, General Pujol deflects his gaze from the left with chirali.

If General Pujol's expectations are not so great off, the raiding force led by the giant group of dragons should come from that way.

It's not a difficult story. In previous reconnaissances, the range of activity of the group dragons is somewhat predictable. On top of that, this one marched so far from the streets of salt with caution. Given that there was never an encounter with a raiding unit in that march course, the chances of remaining are limited.

In the sphere of activity of the group dragons, the only blind spot that could not be encountered in previous marches is the one in which General Pujols now turned his gaze.

An assault unit led by a giant group of dragons is absent from the nest.

General Pujol, who had considered that possibility, had forced around eighty of his core members among the Dragon Bow Cavalry to refrain from his side as a tiger child without ever having him join the fight.

But if we pull down the front line any further, it's going to be hard to stop the boss group dragons showing up at the expected point with General Pujol's immediate unit.

Nevertheless, the frontline is also approaching its limits. The bodies of the group dragons we have defeated so far are scattered all over the place, and the sesame grass is wet with the blood that runs out of it. Since the shields try to scrum together and support each other, no fallers have come out so far, but at this rate, that would also be a matter of time.

After much thought, General Pujol makes a decision unwillingly.

"Pull down the front line once now. Give directions to the whole army."

The mature knight, who had refrained next door, reacts immediately to the General's words.

"Ha, all armies retreat! Archers fall back first and turn back the formation. Shieldmen, step on the spot for a while. Archers, along with signals, fire simultaneously. Back off, shieldmen!

It was just then, following the instructions of the mature knight, a deputy longitude, that the entire army began to retreat while maintaining discipline.

"Shaggaaaaa!?

At a time when the target was clear, an assault unit led by a giant group of dragons who had gone hunting returned.

"Or, my lord!

To unexpected events, young Chabiel Ghazir raises his voice. Fifty group dragons emerged from the side at a time when they were instructed to retreat. It is like eating an ambush attack, even if Qun Long had no intention of doing so. There's no point in Chavier wandering around.

But General Pujol rather saw this as good luck.

"I leave the overall command to Serhiko. Direct unit continues to me! Follow Sir Chavier, too!

General Pujol, who delegates overall command to the vice-length knight in a flash of judgment, rushes out with a huge group of dragons trying to cut ahead.

"Ha, got it! Good luck."

"Ha, ha!

What General Pujol feared most was that the giant group of dragons would try to flee immediately. The boss of the herd abandons his children and flees. It is not inherently possible as a group dragon's habit, but it seems that large group dragons, aged and wisdom and experience, sometimes decide how to shake themselves with acquired judgment rather than innate instincts.

Given the previous behaviour of the unusually cautious giant group of dragons, the expert, the hunter, said the possibility could not be denied.

As long as we let fifty people escape, the core of the herd around the giant group of dragons here, the front line was somewhat confused and more wounded would still be better.

In that sense, General Pujol decided it was' luck 'that the giant group of dragons were back at this time. Because a cautious giant group of dragons chose to attack us in this situation because they showed their' weakness' that this one would retreat unexpectedly.

"Gaaaa!!

The group of dragons who were attacked by the nest hole and killed their children, with their aggressiveness that drew a line from the past, rush into the left side of the retreating shieldmen. Though about fifty, it's not strange that the front line collapses if you eat a lateral strike now that you're retreating.

"We're going to stop these guys and everything!

Flying at full speed from the rear, General Pujol throws a short spear in his right hand to show an example and hits the flank of a group of dragons running in the lead.

"Gah!?"

The throwing spear will not be foolish if it is also subjected to General Pujol's ridiculous force. With a short spear tapped into his lateral abdomen, that group of dragons rolls over with a few of their buddies running from behind. Inevitably, the march speed of the dragons will be dull. During that slight slowdown, General Pujol's immediate unit succeeded in sliding itself between the sides of the avant-garde and the group dragons, so as to protect the side of the avant-garde.

"It's gonna be a brawl, everyone. Struggle."

"Answer!

The servant General Pujols, too, can only be ordered to do so over this period. There's no formation or snag because we're on our way to rescue at full speed. Inevitably, the fifty group dragons led by the giant group dragons and the cavalry of the eighty dragon bow cavalry regiment led by General Pujols went into a messy riot.

In the dense forest where the trees are growing, they become a state of turmoil against the group dragons. That means death in the case of a concurrent soldier, but the cavalry of the Dragon Bow Cavalry Corps is not a concurrent soldier. Whether you get off a cavalry dragon, let go of a dragon bow, and fight with a spear or sword, it doesn't change the fact that the Dragon Bow Cavalry is a sperm.

"Gah!"

"I got this one!

"Gi!?"

"Chip, it still works"

"Guoo!"

"Stopped!

The elites of the Dragon Bow Cavalry slaughter the group dragons without even flickering into a state of turmoil. Originally all the elites of the Dragon Bow Cavalry Corps have enough arms to win a one-on-one white soldier battle with the Dragons. On top of that, there are fifty to eighty. Though the reason for the land in the dense forest lies on the side of the group dragons, that's not how it loses.

It would be Chabiel who is placed in the toughest situation in that sense.

"Shit!"

"Sigaa!"

Chavier also holds a short spear with both hands and is dealing with a group of dragons, but is either pushed or in the mood. Originally good at bows, Chavier doesn't get white soldier fights with spears or swords. I have enough martial arts, but my body is small and as a warrior, I am in the category of weakness.

"Dear Chavier. Impossible is forbidden. I'm only defending myself on the battlefield because I play a role."

"I know!

Chabiel replies with a biting voice to Josep, the knight who speaks the words of care as he waves his sword next door. I'm not otherwise angry or grumpy. It's just that we can't afford it.

On the other hand, General Pujol had not even teeth the group dragons lined up, breaking through the group dragon herd from the front.

"Hung."

The song knife held by General Pujol in his right hand easily cleaves the skin of the attacking dragon, and the bronze circular shield held in his left hand quickly begins without the claws or fangs of the dragon.

It was the boss, the giant group dragon, who cut off the herd of group dragons, beat them down, and it was General Pujol who headed straight for them.

"Is this the culprit of all this? I see, this guy's a little monster."

Gen. Pujol, who served as a light enemy with a huge group of dragons, looked far up and muttered in a tone that sounded a little awkward.

In fact, giant group dragons are big enough to stick out from the standard of a species called group dragons. In the case of a general group dragon, the height of sight is not so different in the case of General Pujol, but it is not easy for General Pujol to sight with this giant group dragon.

"Graaaa!"

Until now, we have always refrained from fighting backwards, and neither the giant group of dragons who never tried to fight themselves, nor do we dislike or respond if we are approached so far by boulders.

Shake down the big forelegs of that sharp claw into General Pujol's brain.

"Gih, gih!

No moves, no snags. It's just a swing down, but its height and mass makes it an amazing offensive force.

"Chip!"

General Pujol intercepts the attack of a giant group of dragons, almost like a swing down from the second floor, with a songknife on his right hand and a circular shield on his left.

Originally, General Pujol boasts a lightness that doesn't suit a giant, but can't he afford to use his legs in this turbulent state on a boulder, in a firmly stepped position on the spot, and even begins to roll back the claws of a giant group of dragons that are swung overhead.

"Siggia! Giggie, gua!

"Gu!"

A giant group of dragons unilaterally attacking and General Pujol thoroughly defending himself.

General Pujol shouts out loud as he withstands just an attack on the spot.

"Sir Chavier. Huh. As you can see, I defend myself to the best of my ability. I need backup!

Chabiel Ghazir, who had just defeated the group dragon in front of him by the voice of rescue uttered loudly by the venerable General, turned his gaze to General Pujol's back with a hazy expression.

"Got it! Immediately!"

Chavier tries to rush out as he pulls his short spear out of the group dragon that he has just finished.

It was the knight Josep who grabbed that Chavier's shoulder from behind and stopped him.

"Master Chavier, it's dangerous."

The excited Chavier's head chilled in an instant at the words, which were serious.

"Oh, yeah."

It is in the middle of a swarm of dragons that General Pujols is struggling with. The density of the group dragons has diminished considerably because the war situation is going well, but if Chabiel still attempts an enemy breakthrough like General Pujols did earlier, he is likely to risk his life in vain.

Then we have no choice but to support you from this very spot.

Reflectively, Chavier turns his left hand around his back, but there's no bow there he loves. The bow has been thrown away during previous fights.

"Chavier, please use it."

It was Josep's 'dragon bow' and arrow barrel that Josep offered to Chavier, who punches his tongue. Chavier doesn't have enough strength to manipulate the Dragon Bow freely, but if he squeezes it firmly on his feet, aiming it well and releasing an arrow, he can do it fine.

He was a reflexively stretched out chavier, but immediately shook his neck sideways after a few thoughts.

"No, that's Josep, you use it. It's far more beneficial than I use it."

This is General Pujol's crisis. It is an honor to have been asked by the General to provide cover in his name, but it seems to be the end of the line that endangers the life of the General in order to protect his honor.

But as kicking Chavier's concerns like that, Knight Josep smiles bitterly and shakes his neck sideways.

"No, I still wondered if Master Chavier should be covered. Because of this, it's General Pujol's 'courtesy'. Take a closer look. I'll consolidate my surroundings."

"Mm-hmm? What do you mean?

While returning the words of doubt, Chabiel glances back at General Pujol's back, who honestly looks far away.

At first glance, the situation in which General Pujols is placed only looks the worst. Driven aside by the onslaught of the monstrous giant group of dragons, the other group of dragons don't hesitate to make a peek from the surroundings.

But as advised by Knight Josep, Chabiel, who took the time to take a closer look, immediately noticed something strange.

"That's more than just defense... dare you be thorough in defense?

In fact, there is no danger whatsoever in that trick that begins with the claws of the giant group of dragons. On top of that, against the other group of dragons approaching from the perimeter, they are hurting me quickly with a right hand songknife or a left hand circular shield.

"Gah!"

"Giggy!?"

In a blow while defending himself against the boulder, it does not end in a group dragon, but regardless of the slaughter by the song knife, it is a slightly suspicious sight that the group dragon, which ate the beating by the circular shield, is falling.

And have you noticed that the giant group of dragons you keep attacking are also in strange shape, the attack weakens step by step,

"Gi, gi?

Finally, he tries to back off like he was pushed by General Pujol's pressure. But faster than a giant group of dragons step back, General Pujol releases a low spinning kick with his right leg.

"Gah!?"

The giant group of dragons who devoured the spinning kick to were about to drop their hips with gakun, obviously visible from a distance.

…………

In such an unrealistic sight, Chavier also forgets that this is the battlefield and often sees it as falling in love.

"Did you understand? If so, cover me early. If we don't hurry, I think it'll be 'too late'."

"Oh, oh... right"

To the words of the knight Joseph, Chabiel now wholeheartedly agreed.

Sure enough, that doesn't seem to leave much time.

Soon a huge group of dragons who have escaped have tried to escape many times since earlier, but each time they have eaten General Pujol's low spinning kick to or have their toes withheld with a cut of a songknife, screaming pitifully.

Speaking of group dragon opponents, it's pathetic to prolong the pain any longer. Fully awakened to the heart of mercy, Chabiel set up a 'dragon bow' borrowed from the knight Josep.

"Gu......!

Hard on boulders. But spreading his legs one flatter minute wider than usual, and dropping his hips, Chabiel squeezes his back teeth hard, squeezing a stiff 'dragon bow' with all the force in his body.

The giant group of dragons are beyond General Pujol's back, but there is less fear of pointing an arrow at you. Giant group dragons are so large that they are not comparable compared to General Pujol. It's not so hard to go through the general's head and target the head of a giant group of dragons.

Moreover, the giant group of dragons are forced to stand up all the time because General Pujol begins upward with a song knife and a round shield with his swinging nails. No matter how many tough bows you're unfamiliar with, you don't have to worry about misaiming if all these favorable conditions prevail.

(In the first place, in case you misfire, I feel like I'm going to avoid it without any problems in the case of General Pujol...)

"Ha!"

Such inner thoughts were kept only in one corner, and the arrow unleashed by Chavier with the mood of tearing pierced the head of a huge group of dragons, aimlessly.

"Gaa!?"

The boulder is a dragon bow. It definitely broke through the thick outer skin and skull of a giant group of dragons and inflicted pain. But that arrow alone couldn't seem to stop the roots of his breath, and the giant group of dragons, screaming, now try to escape once.

Of course, it is not General Pujol who forgives it.

Don't move.

General Pujol beats a giant group of dragon knees about his umbilical height with a round shield fitted into his left arm.

"Higg!?"

Once again, Chabiel releases an arrow where the movement stops due to the impact.

"Gua!?"

Huge group of dragons trying to escape. General Pujol seals the move with a kick or blow. In that gap, Chavier releases an arrow with a dragon bow.

Thus, when Chavier's unleashed fourth arrow accidentally pierced the right eye of the giant group dragon, the roots of the giant group dragon's breath stopped. The giant group of dragon giants that collapse how, that is enough murder weapon, but General Pujol is not a dull man enough to be silently underlayed.

Evacuated from beneath a giant group of dragons that collapse under his quick cover, General Pujol shouted loudly as he laid his right foot on the head of a giant group of dragons that had fallen to the top and stopped moving, pointing to the right eye of a giant group of dragons stabbed with arrows at the tip of a song knife.

"Behold! The giant group of dragons, Sir Chavier, took away brilliantly! Honor the young brave!

The soldiers who were still fighting also raise their morale and raise their voices in honor of Chavier to the voice of the General, which echoes to the corner of the battlefield.

"Whoa!

"Chavier, Chavier!

"To the young brave, bless the Spirit!

Javier Ghazir, a conscious man who was obviously given a handle, responded to the soldiers' cheers with a slight blush in shame, while sticking his left arm high holding a dragon bow in his hands to fulfill his duty.