Sevens

- Before the invasion of Baym by mobilizing nearly 300,000 personnel, Faceko, who was the Lord, had gathered for a meeting.

The nobles of the Horses were joined by more than the Barons, and generals and knighthood commanders seconded from the centre. And Bred, who was a member of Ceres' SS, was gathered for a meeting.

And the topic at the meeting will still focus on the Redant Fortress. In other ways than breaking through here, the march alone will result in more victims. It was the opinion of most of those attending the meeting that they wanted to break through the fortress and push it all the way to Baim rather than send in half the number to do the damage.

Blower, who was to lead five thousand, was also thinking about this invasion of Baym, listening to the content of the meeting.

(Now, the kind of people who worship Lord Ceres most of the faceko who was the Lord, the most troublesome is Lord SS)

SS. That's just what Ceres duly named himself by bringing together those who admire him in Central. It's not like I have a job, it's just the people beside Ceres. They are inferior to the beautiful men that Ceres surrounds them with, but they were like a collection because of their good faces.

In it, Bred was doing something like a SS chief because he also had a handle.

I also participated in some civil unrest crackdowns, and I have nothing to complain about because of my achievements. No, no one says it even if it does. Because that's what Ceres decided.

But that's how Bred leads 30,000 people into the Baymax invasion. Quite a bit of power - Ceres' rear shield of SS was a big one in Bansaim today.

Blower was open to Bred, who gave more opinions than was necessary at the meeting.

"I think it would be a good idea to lead a separate team here across the mountain, and then go around back and sandwich it,"

If you can pinch it, someone's been saying it since the beginning.

(I can't do that, so let's attack directly from the front, I'm saying. How much damage will it take to cross the mountain...... and how much time do you think it will take)

I had little experience leading the troops, and Bred was the type of person I'd come forward with. This would help if I had the ability, but the problem was that I didn't have that much ability in Raw Hate and Bread.

The other generals, the Knights, and the Lords heard Bred.

"That's great. But we don't have the equipment to cross the mountain. I can't even volunteer."

"I'm the same. I wonder how many troops are capable of doing all that? Central's brilliant isn't a boulder."

"Then may I ask Lord Bread to go around beyond the mountains and behind the fortress? We will attack from the front of the fortress as originally planned."

The lightly embellished bread changes his expression after hearing those opinions. I was staring around.

(That's all I have, so if I go straight from the front, I can usually win. In other words, Lord Bred tends to prefer a little oddity. It's hard to beat a large number in a few......)

Basically, the battle is a number. Occasionally, there are some beings who flip the difference in numbers, but it was Blower's opinion that such beings are vulnerable to praise. Because of the strength, I am often complacent.

Bred tapped his desk and gathered everyone's gaze.

"Fine. I'll show you Central's elite, fortified rear. You guys should stick to the front breakthrough while you do the damage!

Blower put his hand on his chin as he watched Bread.

(Heard you had credit for the Griffon exorcism, but was this an excellent commander? Sure, he was a commander saying Norma or something... but I can't even say he's that good when it's rumored. Again, I wonder if the Walt family humans are involved)

Troops that have accomplished the great task of griffon crusade. The royal palace had a few moments of panic.

Blower still remembered that time and made him look into it again because he cared about Bred. But for merit, he seemed powerless.

(Nor is it superior to martial arts. No, I'm an excellent knight for the paperwork...)

Bred's reputation was higher when Lyells gave him credit and stabbed a stop at a knight that Ceres had almost defeated.

That's a lot worse than I expected.

While Blower thought so, he asked for the continuation of the meeting...

- The Redant Fortress.

There, adventurers and Baym soldiers. And there were more than 50,000 soldiers gathered in the way that Baym sought volunteers from residents who had never come before.

The fortress, reinforced, had previously reduced to two three walls. However, maintenance was more advanced than before, and the strength and functionality were sufficiently enhanced.

It was difficult for boulders to keep holding as many as 50,000 personnel, but it was nevertheless temporarily possible enough.

And to the fortress and the number of soldiers, Baym's side seemed relieved.

"The strength of the fortress also rises more than before, as does the number of soldiers. I left the army of demons more than the army of Bansaim. I'm gonna win this time."

"What I regret is that the situation was too tough before, and even if we win this, it's hard to appreciate it?

"We need reinforcements from the city. We're done chasing back Bansaim here. I want more power on this side of the city."

The volunteers wore weapons prepared by the Baym craftsmen. However, the craftsmen - they fell apart by the store, and they didn't have all the weapons.

I get the impression that it's like a bunch of mercenaries.

It was Launo wearing the gear that was inside the fortress that was watching him like that. The security was too loose, and the soldiers were not nervous and clustered, so they could easily get inside the fortress.

I was sitting on a crate, drinking and gathering information with soldiers with unknown faces.

"Heh, is Bansaim info coming in?"

When Launo is surprised, one of the soldiers makes a fool of Launo while he looks drunk and red.

"You don't even know that? There's a mercenary group over there. You know, Baym owes me a favor, so he'll give me information. Bansaim's army has escaped before the miracle of Fortress Redant!

The miracle of Fortress Redant - it is the hero Tan spread by the singers because Lyell destroyed hundreds of thousands of demonic armies.

Rauno turned his gaze here and there unnoticed. Drinking your liquor with your little one, watching your surroundings move.

(... don't get into it quite a bit. Maybe they'll break through sooner than planned. I'm afraid the Bansheim guys are taking the big army and they won't even forget these roots.)

Rauno, who gathered information from Carthaphs to northern Bansaim and mainly to the east, and broke into the fortress, had gathered information inside the fortress before returning to South Baim.

(We have all the gear, but the atmosphere and chain of command are bad. This, don't go the way the Lyells think)

Even Baim has soldiers. But such soldiers are not properly trained. And the volunteers have only done enough to defeat the demons that go out around the village.

The equipment was good but the contents were of poor quality.

Launo felt endangered by the lack of such a sense of crisis inside the fortress as he played a drunk to blend into his surroundings -.

South Baym.

So, I was at home, picking up the Landberg family - and I was meeting a young man named Bardoah Landberg.

"Long time no see, Master Lyell"

I swear allegiance on my knees, Mr. Baldoor, a knight's outfit. - No, Baldoor said he met me eight or nine years ago.

From there, get out of my parents' house and train. In addition, even when I went back to my parents' house, I spent time in the realm as a help to the Lord, a person who was not fascinated by Ceres.

Even in the sixth generation of skills, Baldoor's reaction was displayed blue.

"You've come a lot, Baldoor. I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to work for me."

Baldoor said to stand up.

"I'll take care of it. Our Lord tells us to fight for Lord Lyell. And the Landberg family is a house that owes it to the Walt family. I'll make sure it looks useful. I beg your pardon."

I don't have memories of seeing each other before, and I feel bad about things I don't remember. If I can't afford to be honest with you about it, I've been busy right now.

"I was relieved to hear that. Then the three hundred and fifty soldiers I brought will be under my direct authority. I'm sorry, but I need you to replace the gear I brought. Return the original gear properly, and whatever you give it to me, do as you please. But don't sell them out."

Baldoor was a little confused in the office of my simple mansion in South Baim.

"I understand you say there are fewer soldiers, but can I? If we had the money to equip as many as 350 people, wouldn't it be better to have more people?

I was sitting in a chair and headed to my desk. We organize documents piled up like mountains, and when we finish a single document, we gaze at Baldoor.

"No problem. The missing soldiers are sourced from the eastern side of the army. Plus, we managed to get up to 3,000 gear."

I've asked Grandpa Latata for the craftsmen he had, the craftsmen he's emigrated - and the craftsmen of the Union of Four Nations and Carthaphs.

I wondered how much I could have aligned by the time I got back, but I managed to get the number three thousand.

"By the way, I have a few weapons I'd like to leave to you. I want three hundred and fifty people to start training fast."

Baldoor nods forcefully.

"The Landbergs have never missed basic training. It's a sword, but I'll deal with it, whether it's a spear or a bow, and show it."

Too bad. It's not the sword, the spear, and the bow that aligned them.

"That's a little different. Actually, I need you to use this."

I handed the gun to Baldoor.

"... Dear Lyell, isn't this, uh... a gun?

"What, did you know? Then talk fast. To be honest, Baldoor's troops are numerically limited. It was helpful because I couldn't afford to run any more numbers. You're highly skilled, and don't be relieved to leave it to me. Now, let's get you into training."

Baldoor holds the gun with both hands.

"Do you say you know, even the Walt family had some guns in their possession at home because their predecessors were trying to incorporate them. However... if I can't use many problems, I won't use them in Meisel's place..."

Lots of problems. It is also possible to defend with a magical shield. And the biggest problem is gold. For the training of the soldiers to be handled, the gold is lost one after the other because live ammunition is used.

"I'm fine. It is also a magic tool that engraves skills. Finally... I feel safe because I owe you money from someone I know"

Looking at me out of sight, it looked like Baldoor was worried.

At the same time Baldoor knew about guns, the seventh generation made a complicated voice when he heard that guns had been banned from use by his father.

"... in all times, those who go ahead will not be understood by ordinary people."

In such a seventh generation, the fifth generation in a frightened tone.

'Baym's craftsman and I have the labyrinth, so we made it happen. I don't think we could have had this many. The effect is too subtle, on top of the fact that it costs money and I can't help it. Myzel's judgment is reasonable. "

Money is not the only way to maintain it. We cannot operate without all the consumables that can be collected and the craftsmen and knowledgeable people who can maintain them.

Baldor takes care of the gun and gets confirmation from me.

"By the way, Master Lyell. How many troops have gathered besides us?

I'm going back to paperwork.

"30,000 to 40,000 across the coalition of four countries. I already owe nearly 10,000 from Carthaphs. I've got about five hundred people on my hands when I add a baldoor. There aren't two thousand of them in the whole of South Bame."

When I hear that word, Baldoor screams.

"Please wait! Are you going to fight the Bansaim army with that number!

Sure, more than 300,000 troops. Fighting alone is another dream of victory and so on.

"Huh? No way. I'm sorry, but I'm not a widow and I don't fight to break the enemy."

Baldoor puzzles me.

"So are you going to aim to destroy each of them? But this is the difference in numbers…"

This war also meant replenishing the troops I lacked. Most importantly, it makes sense to use Bansaim soldiers.

If we were to borrow soldiers from other countries, we would owe a great deal after the war. What I hate the least is the fact that it is directly linked to Harlem's balance of power. No, that didn't matter so far.

"Destroying each one is fundamental. But Bansaim's destiny isn't me, it's Baim. I can do it. No reckless assault."

Then Baldoor laughed just a little.

"What?"

"No, Master Lyell just thought he was a fine Walt."

Baldoor's words didn't sound like a compliment to me for some reason.