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

─ ─ Central Front

Lt. Gen. Patrick, tasked with second-army offense by Gladen, one after the other breaks through the defenses built by the enemy. He was stepping into what appeared to be the final line of defense, the Flyberg Plateau. If we break through here, the march to the Wang Capital will become realistic in Russia.

"Apparently, you set this place as your own grave marker."

"Yeah, you finally hunted him down"

Major Alessie, a deputy secretary, tells the golden lion that hangs forward with a two-star view of the second military flag.

"But how dare you think of such a clever hand?"

It was Patrick who was finding significance in fighting grandiose from the front, but that's also why he couldn't possibly be forced on his opponent. Still, deep marshes drawn in river water to obstruct march by steel wire. I felt like I was deeply hurt in my holding, rather than something like being roughly square, such as a supremely simple pitfall if I thought so.

"You said that, but there is no such thing as beauty in war. Drop it into a trap or be dropped. Fight again. The enemy generals know all about the war. So much for welcoming me into our army."

"Hmm. Don't you lift enemies (...) for a long time"

"Send praise to those who excel that they would be enemies. That's quite natural."

Alessie, who has a side as a soldier, describes it with a knowledgeable face. The thing blew up the frustration that was dull.

"You don't have to talk about that! Mostly you've been saying a lot for a long time!

Alessie clasped her shoulders wide with a bitter smile.

"... but the enemy has the structure of a fish scale" Girin ". Are you just going to keep resisting"

"You probably found out about the First Army reinforcements. I wonder if that's why the enemy's will doesn't fade."

"Apparently, the task force released by His Excellency the Marshal has failed to block information"

"Sounds like it. Well, I didn't even count on that."

Patrick snorts at Alessie.

"Whatever. I'm sorry, Marshal, but it's just a matter of breaking from the front without having to use your hands."

"So, how do we move now? Do you want to put more than one unit ahead of you first to observe how the enemy is coming out?

"That's what a stupid question is. Alessie has been deputy secretary for how many years. You know what I think, right?

"Well, basically, my lord, it's pretty easy to understand"

With that said, Alessie hoists the edge of her mouth. He is a very mouthless man, but he also treasures himself as Patrick just for his excellence.

"Cover it. All we have in our army is just domination. Forward. Sexually inappropriate things like seeing how things are going. If the Second Army is to come with a fish-scale structure, this will be the end of the siege with crane wings."

"Then I'll arrange it right away"

Returning his heel, Alessie headed to the commanding officer's waiting area.

Brad and Reese were observing the war from high ground.

It's already been two weeks since the battle with the Knights of Heaven and Yang began. The burden was much lighter thanks to the First Army led by Cornelius attracting the main force of the enemy. Still, there is a difference in force, and the drain on soldiers is remarkable. Morale has managed to be preserved, but it was clear that it would push the limit point before it was so far away.

"My lord, we see great movement in our enemies"

At the end of his gaze, the enemy's armies are shaped in a three-day moon shape as they expand to the left and right. It is moving without waste and unfolds fairly quickly.

"Is the enemy formation Crane Wings..."

"Is it because we are developing a formation of fish scales?

"Probably at that decision for sure. I think I'm going to kick your ass once and for all, knowing this one hasn't lost its will."

"How will you deal with it?

That's what I'm asking. Reese's expression is dark. I guess she knows there's no chance of winning this fight either. But even if you can't win, it's possible to fight a battle that you can't lose.

"... the wings can be all together for the first time in the sky"

"So you're crushing one wing and pushing it into temporary inaction."

Reese responds instantly. Brad laughs heartily at the same head cut.

"That's right. I'm sorry, but when it comes to what we can do right now, we're just buying time. We just have to hope the First Army wins by then."

Inspired by Brad's intentions, Reese skips one instruction after another to the conductor. I lit a cigarette as I looked sideways at that figure. Purple smoke rises like a single thread.

"─ Nevertheless, Major Olivia hasn't arrived yet. I just want a lot of allies right now."

After completing all the instructions, Reese speaks. I had received information that it was already moving toward this one, but so far there was no sign of Olivia showing up.

"Decent troops don't have to know, they're soldiers."

"You're burning your hands to lead, are you saying?

"That possibility can be ample"

"But we could be right that close."

Brad nodded at Reese's words and showed them.

"I don't deny it. But in any case, we can't do much about it."

Reese is right, reinforcements consisting of six thousand are very attractive at this time. Normally, you are welcome with your hands up. Unled troops, however, are in some ways more troublesome than their enemies. Bad behavior can disrupt our chain of command and be a factor in collapse. That's why Brad's chest was complicated.

"─ Okay, we're moving too. Though you buy time, you don't have to wait for the enemy formation to complete it. Target left wing with slightly dull movement"

"Ha!"

Under Brad's command, the Second Army began advancing toward the enemy's left wing.

─ ─ A fierce battle has begun.

Patrick sees that the Second Army has begun its march toward the right wing. No, no, let the heavily armed Shieldmen stand forward. With the order of the Force Commander, a large shield was arranged in uninterrupted motion, left and right, back and forth, without gaps. The Knights of Heaven and Yang specialize in defensive formations, Tenshi's Structure.

Brad, who launched the attack, sees the protection as stiff. Or he quickly rolls over. Now he concentrated his attack toward the right wing. If you are a general, you will try to proceed as you did in advance, but it is this speed of cut back that makes Brad a Second Army general. In contrast, Patrick also turns the central soldier to the left wing and responds quickly.

One by one defense by two brilliant commanders continues.

─ ─ Seven hours after the battle began.

It was the Second Army that gave rise to the whiskers. A flash of clearance is made and a painting of the defense team breaks down. Patrick, who specializes in offense, could not have missed that gap and set up an assault all at once on the worn hole. Brad puts in reserve to plug the hole immediately, but is obstructed by an ambush. This determined the trend between the two armies.

"My lord!

"Can't you even give me time to plug the hole? I don't know why, but this is pretty good."

"Not if you're impressed!

"Exactly. And it will be only a matter of time before it breaks off at the earliest possible time than this has happened. What I'm waiting for after... you know what I don't have to tell you?

"So..."

Reese's thin lips tremble slightly.

"Unfortunately, that's it. Now the Second Army moves on to retreat action. Go to the Castor Basin east of here. We can put up a solid formation over there. Until then, I will nail the enemy here with 3,000 soldiers."

"Then I will serve you to the end, too"

Reese said in a strong tone that she would step forward. I can feel the strong feeling that deep blue eyes, which can be seen even over the glasses, will never give way. Brad gently slapped her thin shoulder like that.

"No. The battle is not over here. Captain Reese has a duty to let many allies escape alone. Look, this is an order."

"Starting with Major General Adam, there are as many other suitors as there are. And if you get an unreasonable order, your deputy is given the right to refuse."

"... that's your first ear. Was there such a military discipline?

I can never remember tracing my vague memories. In the first place, if there was such a military discipline, I would have used it more than once as a deputy.

"There isn't. Now I made it."

Reese says soggy and straight face. Despite the impending situation, Brad accidentally blew it out.

"That's pretty daring. If you can come here and make jokes like that, you'll be fine."

"I'm not kidding. I will fight with you to the end and die with you."

"Captain, come on. Besides, if you haven't decided to die yet, you're not going to die. I know I told you before, but it's not my gala to risk your life for your country."

"Then it's all right."

Reese leaned against Brad when she had a clear grin.

"Reese, please, just listen to me. I don't have that much time left."

…………

"Reese?"

…………

"Liese, are you listening to me?

Reese doesn't reply at all. He stares behind Brad with a frightened look on his face. When I look back so I can get caught halfway...

"Hey, are you finally here? And that's a lot of flair."

On a hill, a woman standing majestically stiffened in pitch-black armor.

Next to it, there was a black flag with two large sickles painted on it.