Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

Day 3 of the match Weather cloudy

The battle continues to lack decision-makers with each other, and both factions end in skirmishes. Especially the movement of the Imperial Army's right wing lacked glory and was just thoroughly defensive. There was an appearance of Major General Minute trembling in the corner of the tent, he said.

And early morning on the fourth day of the meeting.

The rain finally came out as the dark clouds dripped in.

"Damn, apparently Heaven has sided with our Iron and Steel Cavalry."

Georg laughs furiously as he looks up to heaven. When Cyrus smiles of relief at the look of it, he shouts out his voice.

"Ha, we're already ready to go!

Arranging horses neatly in front of you is the face of the Iron and Steel Clash Cavalry Regiment, which has made the will expensive. He also has a lot of morale. This will easily break through enemy defenses. Because the rain wiped out the biggest concern: fire arrows.

Georg spanned the horses with refreshment and raised Lance high.

"Listen! My glorious steel cavalry. Break through the center of the enemy again. Assault the main unit. You don't leave a single one behind... and you will reap his life!

"" "Respond!!!

The Steel Cavalry Corps, led by Georg, began its march to the centre of the Royal Army with furious momentum.

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"Your Eminence-"

As Ninehardt opens his mouth as he looks up into the sky, he is immediately blocked from speaking.

"I know. They can't have missed this opportunity. We intercept more enemies in the Tsuruwings."

Had you already predicted the rain and worked out your tactics? Lamberto answers instantly. Ninehardt was also exploring some formations, but had no idea to intercept at Crane Wings.

"... Could it be that you are deliberately going to thin out the center and attract enemies?

"That's right. Perhaps their aim is to forcefully break through the center and drop the main formation at once. I'm guessing you were thin, too, huh?

"As far as the movement on the first day of the meeting was concerned, I had the thought that maybe. If it's true, I think the commander is a pretty forceful thinker."

Ninehardt took his gaze off the lambert and turned to the center of the enemy.

"Oh, you don't think it's impossible with the penetration of a steel cavalry. It's like a fierce beast itself. That's why I can't help but eat up on this superb feed (...)"

"You seem very confident."

"Naturally. If I were in the enemy's shoes, I would definitely eat up to that feed. Even if you know it's a trap."

With that said, Lamberto laughs furiously. When Ninehardt clasps his shoulders wide, he quickly flies the formation change to the conductor.

(But I can understand the story, but do you realize what you are saying with a fierce beast?

Ninehardt laughs bitterly inside, while presenting one additional proposal to Lambert's tactics. By the time I finished the conversation, it had turned into a look that chewed up the bitter bug.

"Ninehardt... you have a beautiful face, but it's hard to think. I feel sorry for myself for not being the enemy for a little while."

"Compliments from the Honourable General Lamberto. It's truly honorable."

"Besides, the skin on the face is thick. That's the First Army Deputy (...)"

In response to the caged words of sarcasm, Ninehardt praises with his hands on his chest.

"overlapping compliments, it hurts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to start getting ready quickly."

Listening to Lambert's grand sigh over his back, Ninehardt took several soldiers to the stockpile.

Meanwhile, around that time.

Rear of the Imperial Army. Olivia and Claudia watched the battle over the binoculars as they lay on the trees on the high ground.

"It still seems like a few days have passed since the battle began. How can I apologize for this failure?"

When was there strength in it? The mistletoe sounds from the binoculars you are gripping. Then Olivia turned her gaze strangely.

"There's nothing I can do about that. I don't think Claudia cares."

If it was meant to be, we were supposed to arrive at the Plains of Illis as planned. However, an unexpected event is encountered on the Seams River ahead through the Arch Great Forest.

Because the rain that fell a few days ago flooded the river and prevented it from crossing. A separate squad, completely stalled, was to build a camp away from the river and have about three days of reckless time.

"Sure you're right...... but not if you're saying that now. Apparently, in my view, our army is being pushed as a whole"

"Yeah. From what I've seen, the central Imperial Cavalry is at the heart of the battle. He's highly skilled, and I'm sure he worked hard."

Claudia accidentally abhors her voice to Olivia's appearance of praising her as she slaps her hand.

"What do you do with admiration! This doesn't even have a moment of respite. Let's launch an ambush on the main enemy formation!

As Claudia tries to stand up to get ready for an ambush, Olivia's hand is dragged back stretched and forceful. He struck his face on the ground without much power.

"Heh! What are you doing?

"Haha, what's wrong? Your face is covered in mud."

Olivia says like a pussy.

"Isn't it Ensign Olivia's fault? Huh!

"Well, well. It's still early. Shall we see how things go now?

"What are you saying is fast? My army is being pushed!

This is not when you are saying something long to see how things are going. Olivia answers with a completely nervous voice as Claudia turns her frustrated gaze as she rubs her nose.

"Claudia, don't rush into battle. I can't move my body as usual. Let's take another look at the center with these handy binoculars."

Claudia, pressed into the binoculars, reluctantly follows the instructions. I'm not entirely convinced, but if I do fail a hasty ambush to give you, I can't take it back.

"... especially not the same as earlier. Our allies are responding to the penetration of the Imperial Horse Riders in the formation of Crane Wings."

"Right. But don't you think it's kind of weird?

"Weird? What the hell does that mean?

Urge the conversation to continue, remembering some frustration, in a way that seems to be stuck in the back teeth.

"Uh. As you can see, the Imperial Horse Riders are excellent at penetration, aren't they? And yet how is it that allies are rolling out a formation of crane wings whose central parts become thinner? Normally we're supposed to form a formation that thickens the center so it doesn't break through easily."

"... if you do say so..."

The formation of the crane wings is a formation intended to annihilate the siege, but there is a weakness that the central part becomes thinner. Olivia is right, enemy penetration is not insulting. If the center breaks through before the left and right wings close, it's all over.

"Hey, isn't that crazy? Still, I think I dared to take the crane wing formation because of some intention-- in this case, I'm setting a trap."

"Is it a trap...... what kind of trap is that?

When Claudia asks, Olivia scratches her cheeks poly just saying she's in trouble.

"Hmm. I just don't know that. But I think if the trap succeeds well, the enemy will be upset. They seem to be the mainstay of the empire. If you multiply that by an ambush at once, the Imperial Army will be even more upset and have an increased chance of success. That's two birds a stone."

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That concludes the story. All I'm saying is that Olivia politely pays off the mud all over her body as she rises with a big stretch.

Claudia looks at Olivia like that and makes her exasperated by her shallowness.

(I was too trapped by the sight in front of me to see the big picture. He had the feeling that he had been entrusted with a great deal of responsibility, and without knowing it, his horizons were narrowing)

I slap myself on the cheek several times to get in the mood and advance to Olivia.

"Ensign Olivia. Place a few surveillance men on this high ground so we can confirm the trap's activation as soon as possible. Because it's important to ambush your enemies before they get upset."

"Oh, yeah. I don't know why I slap myself on the cheek, but I'll leave that to Claudia."

"Ha, I'll take care of it!

Olivia smiles and returns a salute to Claudia's salute. Leaning his neck over and over again, he returns to where his cavalry regiment lurks.

Each thought staggered, and the battle of the Plains of England was welcoming the good.