Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

The tent is shaking due to the cold wind. A strong wind is roaring as if the beast is barking.

Feeling the temperature drop on his skin, and the cold air would be a little better, Bilu grabbed the collar of "Princess Kurotsubaki" and lifted it.

There, a man was brought in. It is similar to the armor of the Fourth Imperial Army but wears a completely separate and exquisitely imitated armor. If it was noon, I would have noticed something strange, but when the sun went down, I couldn't tell.

"You're a spy from the Principality of Richter, aren't you?

The man did not answer Bilu's question, but the soldier next to him nodded instead.

Put your elbow on the chair and jaw on your hand.

Bilu observed the man carefully. What I read from my attitude is what I was prepared to die for - an objective expression.

"If that's the case, you must be pledging your allegiance to the Principality of Richter."

A bunch of bags prepared on the desk. I showed one of them to my hand.

"There's a Grants coin in this. You don't have to work for three years."

…………

"I'm telling you, I don't want you to get me wrong, but this isn't a takeover. I just wanted to reward you for your loyalty."

When Biru threw the sachet, it hit the man's chest. Make a flashy noise and the contents are scattered all over the ground.

"You should take that and go back to reporting. And I want you to say hello to the general over there."

Deepening his grin, Bilu rose from his chair and placed his hand on his shoulder as he approached the spy.

"That's why... yes, is it? I don't think so, so let's give him some information. I don't even have to bother to look into the Fourth Imperial Army position. Let me tell you what you want to know."

"......... What are you thinking?

"It's up to you to believe it or not. Whatever you want."

Bilu sits on the spot. And I opened my mouth.

"We're going to launch a night raid there. That's why the 1,500 camel cavalry out there. The Fourth Imperial Army is more tired than I thought it would be, and I wouldn't be able to fight it if I was attacked at night. So I'm strictly guarded...... I actually just give it a break for making it look good. And I allow a small amount of booze to boost morale."

In front of a pompous spy, Biru picked up each and every Grants gold coin and put it back in the sachet. Then it takes the form of standing up and looking down.

"Don't tell me you asked me when you reported it."

Pushing the sachet into the spy's pocket, Bilu sat back in his chair.

"Please let him go"

And, when I skipped the instructions, the soldier said the words with a surprised look.

"Are you sure? Kill me here..."

"I don't mind. I won't let him touch me because I don't have my eyes. [M] Please take us outside the position."

"... Certainly."

The soldier with his head down said, "Follow me" and took the spy outside.

Bilu sits deeply in the chair and waits for the next spy to be brought in.

"Because what are you thinking?

It was the tabernacle neglected by General Keelo - the Second Class samurai of Drix - who appeared without a sound.

The color of suspicion is dark in the eyes of Biru, who glanced at him on the side. In this way, the art of oblivion to the darkness that obsesses the four corners of the tent by erasing the signs does not fall slightly into my mind as a tabernacle.

More importantly, he is too loyal. I'm acting without any suspicion about Bilu's words. descendants of the second emperor, so much so that it can be considered an anomaly to justify

But Biru answered without a bite that he had such a suspicion.

"It's hard to acquire that spy. That's why I don't want to kill you."

"I don't know if there's anything wrong with killing them... but I've still got three of them."

"That would reduce the number of people. General Rankiel and I have a better number to believe in their report."

"Fumu...... but what do you do where you make me believe. General Rankiel may be attacking us."

"I'm also prepared for that, so I need you to attack me. So all you have to do is breathe the same word into the rest of the spies. Yeah, but - only one person will be sacrificed... well, I guess it's the same thing because we all end up on the same end."

It seems that Drix gained certainty after only a few moments of thought.

"I mean... are you implanting suspicion in General Rankiel?

"Cautious people will feel uncomfortable there and try to make sure that there is a discrepancy in reporting."

Bilu turned to Drix as he stroked his eyelids.

"What would you say if three people said the same thing and only one person said something different"

"... you suspect the enemy has taken you in."

"That's what makes this important."

Point your hand at the three sachets on your desk.

"What if a gold coin comes from a spy's pocket?

"If I were you, I would snap your neck. But I'm talking about if I had it right. Let's hide it. More importantly, what if it's a cleanliness habit? There's a chance we'll throw it away on the way back to the position."

"That's why I set out to be obsessed with" raw. Those who are prepared to die are brought to life, which gives them a sense of security. That is intolerable...... an untrained creates in this world. Hand over the gold coins and it will be even more effective. Whether you hide it somewhere or throw it away, it's a waste of money, so you won't let go of your skin. "

"Is that the same thing with the opposite............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Exactly. Either way, the result remains the same. Besides, the Principality of Lichtein is a windy light. Even if you beat us, you'll only be anxious to get ahead. If you think about it, you won't do anything to throw away the gold."

"I see..."

Even if you ever ask questions, you don't deny them. I hear a lot from Bilu and it hits me in the head. I think he's enthusiastic about his work, but I don't think that's all.

Drix, who lay his face down to think about it.

In contrast, Bilu shrugged with nothing on his face.

"Drix, 2nd samurai officer"

"What is it?

"- Can you bring the following?"

To inquire here, if there is not enough time, there is no evidence. We'll have to let him swim until the time comes.

"Certainly."

"And can you ask someone to bring the dragon?"

"As you wish."

When Drix saluted him, he went outside.

(I have a general expectation of who is behind this. There will be no problem leaving it at the moment)

Biru left his body behind the back of the chair as he sighed loudly.

The opponent's morale went to the bottom in the day battle. There will be deserters at the moment. All you have to do is push the back of the hesitant enemy soldier to do it and reduce the number, and if you erase General Keelo and his surroundings in tomorrow's battle, this war will end.

"Yeah, we'll have to send a message back there."

It should be time to get there.

The measure I hit until I got here. Finally, the time has come to look into the eyes of Yang.

"The end is near"

Biru, who stroked his eyelids, looked at the entrance to the tent.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Position on the Duchy of Lichtain's side - gloomy air was flowing in the main management. The faces of everyone, including General Rankiel and the Tabernacle, were dark and sinking, and from the cold to a few faces, the blood color was lost and they were bright blue to the lips.

It's not like there's no heat, there's some heating appliances in the tent. However, the cold became more painful due to the unfavourable formation of this battle and the lack of bright signs. In it, the bureaucrat, shaking his body, saw Rankir.

"Lord Rankiel. Mostly slaves, but they seem to be escaping. As it is, it can affect regular soldiers."

"…… I would have swept away if I had been punished severely."

It is clear that it would be the influence of a man in black. That's why when it comes to what you can do, it's about easing your fears, but it's also a battlefield like this where you have limited options and only enough to give alcohol. But in a situation where we don't know when an enemy night raid will come, we can't do that either.

"What I'm thinking is what they're thinking too"

More importantly, the night raid is a stone in war. It is a great way to defeat the great army in the Shao Army. And vice versa. But there's no way I don't know the intellectuals who showed off so many measures. So allowing the soldiers to rest doesn't allow them to take off their armor. Because we don't know when an enemy night attack will take place.

"Abominable..."

I know I'm being too cautious myself. But if you go one different way, the country will perish. I can't take bold action easily. Even for deserters. Even if we punish them severely, if we kill them in disguise, there will be discord in the military. I don't want to miss it because capturing him would get in the way. It is the current situation that further fuels the disturbances of the soldiers.

"…… Whatever, we have to wait for the spy to come back"

Night raids or not are determined by reports from spies. Reports from the scouts allowed us to find out where the enemy positions were. But, unexpectedly, the security of enemy positions is strict and a night raid on such a place would not do much good. All that or there is a risk of damage here.

"It's an itch, but we have to wait"

He sent out a few spies a few minutes ago and instructed them to explore what was going on at the enemy position. There will be limited information available in a short time, etc., but we may be able to find light.

"Will you be able to control the flight?"

Outside the position we have 2,000 camel cavalry, a situation awaiting notification. All that remains is to identify opportunities with the return of spies.

Remembering that there was one thing, Lanquille, who had broken off his thought, called out to the Tabernacle.

"What does Master Carl do?

"Out of the blue, I'm getting some rest because I was tired and I came"

A second son was celebrated due to the successive deaths of the Duke's family heirs. Sometimes my body is weak, and I don't have many opportunities to be outside. Looks like you've finally reached your limit for a sudden troop outpost.

"Get more security in case of an emergency. If anything happens to Karl, it will be the end of this country."

"Ha!"

I wanted my soldiers to have more morale, but I can't let them force me.

If we lose him to him, this country will be swallowed up by another country.

"But how can thoughts not work like this when things like human beings are cornered…"

I feel more at stake than my neighbour Steisen once did. At that time, even if I had died, there were people of great nobility who lacked power. I never felt any worries behind me. Even those people lost it and realized that it was important for the first time.

"I don't know. When the commander is weak, the soldiers want to escape."

Laughing in self-derision, Lanquille concluded that way and changed the subject.

"Did you find the location of the Fourth Imperial Army barracks?

"No, it's probably around here…, we haven't discovered it yet"

The place pointed out by the Tabernacle, who dropped his eyes on the map, was around the fort where the Fourth Imperial Army had fallen. Long-term warfare can be avoided as long as the barracks are crushed. Morale will also be able to pull down and attract the flow here. Sometimes I worry the other way around. It could instead strengthen the unity of the enemy.

"... the hard part though. If we're going to do anything to our advantage, we should crush the barracks."

I feel like straw now. It was also necessary to boost our morale.

"Yeah, plus I hope they take in the bandits."

"I guess not. I'm not trained to work with a group of slaves. Instead, I get in the way. I would have just killed him."

"But the Fourth Imperial Army didn't. I thought there was something behind it."

"I've thought about that a few times too. How to use the bandits to advance the battle in your favor. But from their standpoint, you don't have to take them in because there's a lot of them. If they run away on the way to use it as a wall, they could mess up the line."

Lanquille roared in arms.

"The need to capture people who can only get in the way no matter how they fall. I can't believe that."

"I don't know. Maybe he didn't think about it."

You tried to ease the place, the Tabernacle said jokingly.

I should have encouraged him to leave, but he tried to give me the gloomy air. I have to thank you for that heart. So Rankiel laughs, forgives and answers seriously.

"It won't. If the purpose is to disrupt this one, the battle of day is enough. You don't have to take in dangerous things like bandits yourself."

and here Rankir shrugged his shoulders and showed them.

"I can't help but care. The more I think about it, the more I fall into the other person's surgery. Let's not talk about this here. Now it's time to wait for the spy to return, whether or not to launch a night raid."

We don't have to take challenges from ourselves.

A while later I got a report that a spy was back.

When Rankiel tells him to go through, one man shows up at the entrance and kneels.

After putting in the words of labor, Rankiel urged the report.

"I will now report to you."

Lowering his head, the spy says with a hard time.

"When we infiltrated enemy positions, the soldiers were given booze to improve morale, and the armor was removed and rested as if they were not worried about a night raid. More than you can imagine, enemy forces are tired and not in a position to fight. On the other hand, we are preparing for a night raid, and outside the position we are waiting for 1,500 camel cavalry."

"Did you still have that one ready?... Doesn't it seem like there's a problem with this one launching a night raid?

"Security seems to be tight, making it look like night raids are bound to succeed."

"Hmm. Okay. Let's prepare meals and water. You may step back now."

"Ha! Excuse me!

At the same time as the spy left, the Tabernacle approached Rankir with joy on his face.

"They seem to be getting ready, so I was wondering if we should set them up first in order to control them."

"There won't be a rush either. You'd better hear it from the others to make a decision."

It doesn't start with what the rest of us don't even hear. If you overlook something, it will lead to a defeat. Reason had told me I should be careful here.

"Bring the next one."

"Sir."

The tabernacle looked unconvinced but nodded honestly. I don't even know what it's like to be out of line. But I don't. The day is made good by one man, the number of soldiers is low here, and given the constant situation of deserters, spy reports are attractive enough to get their hands out of their throats. But if there's a trap there, I'm not sorry I made a mistake. The fate of the nation is at stake.

"...... I still have time. It shouldn't be too late to hear all the reports."

I realized that a stray was being created in me, but I shook my head sideways to blow it off.

"I brought him."

"All right, let's hear it."

"Yes!"

Another man fell to his knees and said the report.

"When we infiltrated the enemy position, the soldiers were waiting in their hands for spears and bows in preparation for the night raid. It seems to show some fatigue, but morale is high, inspired by the Commander, the 6th Imperial Princess, and it's not easy to attack."

The expression of the tabernacles is dyed blue. There are even whisperers who whisper that the reports might be different.

Lanquille held her hand on her forehead and breathed a small breath.

"Was there a camel cavalry outside?

"I was there, but there are no riders. Perhaps they are sorting the elite."

"Okay, back off"

"Yes!"

Watching the spy exit, Rankiel lowered his back to the chair like he was tired. The tabernacle will hand you the water.

"Sorry."

"But it has become difficult. You could have missed it if it was a minor difference, but it's not easy to make a decision when there are so many differences between the two reports."

"Uhm...... right. Let's ask the rest of them. Then why don't we all discuss it?"

That said, I welcomed him to the third and fourth, but only the second spy reported it differently.

Rankiel asks once again to call a second spy.

"Do you know why they called me?

"Yes, no, I don't know"

"The reports were very different from the others"

The spy stunned his expression, but the Tabernacle cursed in his heart that it was a good act to Rankiel, not to mention.

"Check this man's body. It must have been bought."

A soldier standing at the entrance winged the spy and the tabernacle began to examine his body simultaneously.

"Ah, there was! There are tons of Steisen silver coins in the sachet!

"That's settled."

"Chi, no!

A spy who caused him to lose his mind screamed. Lanquille asks with cold eyes.

"What's the difference?

"It has not been acquired! They are really strictly guarded!

"So what's this? Why are there so many Steisen silver coins coming from your pocket?

"Th, That is…….."

Said spy. Rankir told the soldiers.

"Lower your head."

"Stay put! It's really different! Forgive me, General Rankiel. Forgive me!

A vicious blade swung down the neck of a spy rolled to the ground. Instantly a blood splash dyes the tent red. Lanquille stepped on a cold, bloody accumulation and threw up abominably.

"I'm confused by something like this in the national crisis!

Throwing the contents of the sachet onto the body, the contents were flashly scattered. With his nose rough and shoulders up and down, Lanquille skipped the downfall.

"Set up a night raid. The enemy is resting!

"But it looks like the opponent is ready to launch a night raid..."

"I don't mind. That's why we require our soldiers to wear armor. Alert all units to prepare for the night raid."

With his eyes dropped on the map, Lanquille speculates on the enemy's path.

"If we were to launch a night raid from behind, we'd have to make a big detour. More importantly, 1,500. It doesn't make sense if you get noticed by sound. So, I don't think it's going to come from behind, but I'm going to put down a lot of bonfires to restrain them. Make the left and right fences triple. I'll lure you to the front. Let me get you a bow and a spear."

"Yes!"

The bureaucrats jump out of the tent in haste. It is in good conscience. So, Fuji Rankir remembered the existence of a man in black.

"Wait."

Rankir calls off one of the Tabernacles.

"What is it?

"Put the troops we have for the man in black on Carl's guard."

"Certainly!

With all that martial arts, it's easy to ride alone and stay ahead of the center. While protecting Carl, if he smashes 1,500 camel cavalry, he must also boost the morale of his soldiers. If he succeeds in the night raid, he will be isolated and helpless, so that he can cook.

"This is where you're gonna end up."

Thus the Principality of Lichtein set its course.