Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

- Tomorrow morning.

The Fourth Imperial Army, which took the line away, was facing north in a horizontal formation.

Pioneer Squad 1000 is forming at 9 cells (3 km) away at dawn, behind which the Slave Liberation Army, made up of 3,000 slaves and mercenaries, is forming.

"Has the fire hand risen?"

When Bilu groaned so much, it was further ahead than the vanguards - black smoke from the destroyed fortress was about to start rising higher in heaven.

I think this barracks is burning. The tone of the drum arrives so far with the roar of the enemy army. But there was no upset in the Fourth Imperial Army. Rather, he wonders why such a place is burning.

Because the real army station of the Fourth Imperial Army is somewhere else. The burning fort only has food and weapons that Biru has brought in to lure his enemies.

"You know, it's funny how to do things."

"Because you were being hunted down. You flip the bait, you jump."

Show Drix that Bilu shrugs his shoulders and sits in the simple chair available on the spot.

"The dragon was lying down beside him, and when he saw Drix again, he had his delightful eyes pointed forward. The vanguards collided with the Duchy of Richter.

"His Highness Hiro. I think they burned this food, and their morale is impeccable. Probably won't win by the vanguards alone. More importantly, the numbers are different. If the Pioneer Squad is destroyed and defeated until the Slave Liberation Army behind it, the opponent's morale will increase even further. You might use that momentum to storm this way. If that happens, it might be a little inconvenient."

Billu lifted his left hand to block Drix's words.

"That's not true."

"Why, can you say all that?

"There will be damage to the Slave Liberation Army, but before that, their morale will fall and they will perish."

"Well... have some other odds. Come on?

"Whether it's a battle you can win, if you're caught off guard, you'll be shrugged underfoot. We need to change this one so that it will prevail depending on the situation - well, if they continue to have that much strength."

The Duchy of Lichtain army is definitely accumulating fatigue. More importantly, it has been designed to be so.

Without giving him a break, he always tried to keep him distracted and drain his strength.

"It does seem like we've been working hard since the middle of the night - I'm looking forward to it."

I scratch my jaw and Drix laughs.

Bilu glanced at him with a frigid glance and then waved his left hand.

The flag bearer raises the flag. Lily's crest flag on the red ground - the flag of the 6th Empress Liz.

The bi-winged horseback squad that received the signal slowly began to advance. The formation of the Fourth Imperial Army is transformed without any disturbance.

The commander who confirms it circles the horse's head and pulls the horse over to Biru.

"It begins?

Beautiful girl. The red hair looks good as a flame. While on a thin, dirty battlefield, its beauty is undiminished and even elegant. He is the sixth princess of the Grand Empire of Grants, and those close to him call him Liz. Biru nodded as he turned his grin on her.

"It's about time."

"Bye -"

"You're here. Like?"

I also know I don't have to ask until the end. I think you want to be on the front line.

However, disturbances in the chain of command occur when the commander moves in a detour.

Sometimes it will be necessary to go to the front line - not now.

Mmm, Liz swelled her cheeks as she stubbornly did.

When Biru smiled bitterly, he turned his hand to the samurai sitting in front of her - the Meerye who disguised her.

"Are you going to take her to the front?

"Hiro…………."

"No, you can't. She doesn't seem to like me."

It has been ignored since he found out it was Biru's instructions that brought the Slave Liberation Army to the front.

You won't even hate me, but I'm pretty sure I've become more alert.

Even if you don't hate me in the first place, you can't possibly take care of a girl in Biru or anything.

I don't know what to tell you, and she's a smart girl, no matter what she tells me about the Guardas. You'll shut your mouth. I don't want to be extra concerned on the battlefield. I would also like to ask you not to feel comfortable.

"Really? I think you're just nervous when they hear you're descended from the Second Emperor."

And, Liz followed me, but Biru listened and poked his arm forward.

At your fingertips, the dust is rising heavily - where the battle between the vanguards and the Duchy of Richter is taking place.

"If there's a signal from the Slave Liberation Army, let the right and left flank at full speed."

"What about the main unit?

"We're going slowly."

"What are we going to do behind the Duchy of Richter's army? If I attack from the three sides, I'm going to run away from you."

"I have that too. There is no escape route. More importantly, it's packed from the beginning."

Before this war began - it ended when we attacked the Grand Empire of Grants.

Grants Grand Empire wins in land, military power, resources, population, everything.

Without allies, without reinforcements, attacking there is synonymous with the destruction of the country.

I don't know if I had a chance of winning. Because all the people who made the decision died in battle. Where the formation has also diminished, I sympathize with General Lanquille, who has been set up with white feather arrows.

(What would you do if I were you...)

You won't have to think about it. You'll choose the same path to fight as General Rankiel.

I am now choosing that path 1,000 years ago. Even though I couldn't make the right choice. Anyway, if you retreat in this situation, you will only be doomed, and if you want to sit and wait, you should move forward and open your way.

Still, it didn't seem like the exact same situation as me.

The foolish Duke was taken over by the Slave Liberation Army, and only the aristocrats who had no choice but to parasitize were left behind by the fall of the grand aristocracy. Even so, I like the attitude of standing up to it without throwing it.

More importantly, a ploy to lure the Fourth Imperial Army deep into the territory and hit it with the Slave Liberation Army and drain it - something that has failed but is great.

Had it succeeded, by now it would have been triumphant to the capital and festived again as a hero. He must have made the world famous as the one who beat the Grants Great Empire.

That's why it's a shame to kill you. It is intolerable that that brain should be lost.

(Worth using. Still, if I were alive, I'd assume - I wouldn't stick around)

It is difficult to capture them alive on the battlefield. If they are detained, the damage will be done to them. If you've died in this battle, it means you're human until then. There will be nothing else to give up then. So I want to capture you. I haven't told Liz or anyone else that.

(Live in heaven or be killed...... or -)

Bilu shook his right arm sideways as he stood up.

A single crest flag appeared on the battlefield and feathered heavily as if to pay the dust.

A dragon holding a silver and silver sword was depicted on the black ground. It is the king's flag.

A cheer boils from the soldiers. I can't help it. A crest flag that has never been used for a thousand years. Now buried in history, I can only worship in books.

It's what happens if it shows up in front of you in real life, and the hearts and minds of soldiers with strong faith. When Bilu spilled his grin, he grabbed the pattern of the "Emperor of Heaven" that he had placed on his hips beforehand and pulled out momentum well.

Looking at the silver sword directed at heaven, the cheer stops, and the tip of the sword changes to seven colors in the light of the sun.

"All units, advance."

Instead of using phrases, just tell them what the purpose is.

It's not amazing, it's not enough to take a voice - it's not enough to echo the whole area. But surely the voice must have been heard. Because for a while, two battles, the main battalion and the soldiers speared at the shield and began to raise their voices.

Altius, the first emperor, once said of the boy:

Says - the petitioner of the struggle.

Says - the transcendent of rights abbreviations.

Therefore - even if the military god (Mars) does not speak, his mere presence shakes the hearts of others -.

"Phew..."

When Biru pulled his finger on his collar, he was released from breathlessness. His breathing was a little rough, and he seemed nervous about the first decree in a long time.

Weren't you crazy? I thought so. When I saw Liz, she was blowing her mouth and sending instructions to the soldiers with the "Flaming Emperor."

(Upbeat, I guess)

Bilu strokes his chest down. Looks like they were satisfied as far as she was concerned.

and the horn is blown. As it spread to each unit as it waved, the roar of the soldiers became a heavy melody, trembling the space like a dragon roar, while all the armies began to advance without a thread of disturbance.

If it was meant to be, it was the job that Commander Liz should have done.

"It's Hiro's first line, so I'll leave it to you. And get your attention, so go back to sleep - come here."

And they said a novel like his mother's was about a military council that didn't even dawn on the yang.

"Hiro, are you going to attack the enemy like this?

Liz asks me to interrupt my thoughts.

"No, wait when you pack the distance. And then……………."

I'll tell him to stop. 'Cause I noticed a lot of front-line dust rising.

"Looks like it started."

"Yeah. The end is approaching."

Bilu deepens his smile with pleasure when he strokes his eyelids.

"Hope has given - hope to know despair next"

Biru's hand, which protruded his arm, was squeezed to enclose the front line.

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A place that should also be called the front line, the Fourth Imperial Army - the vanguard team was in confusion.

Sometimes I was surprised by the momentum of the Duchy of Richter, but more than that, the dust blocked my sight and I couldn't capture the situation around me.

"Damn, what's going on?

"Up!?

As General Keelo waved his sword down, a blood splash danced from the chest plate of the enemy soldiers.

When an enemy soldier spits blood out of his mouth and collapses to the ground, he raises his sword and says aloud.

"Watch out for each other! Visibility will be better in a while!

If the enemy has invaded you so deeply, you will have to retreat once to rebuild it, but General Keelo, who looks back, will clench his teeth. I can't even leave. because the Slave Liberation Army is taking part in the fight.

"If they had grown up, they wouldn't have done this!

They are the ones who are not allowed to expose themselves to lethargy in order to get to the center, and who interrupt me everywhere, even though I have to fight for results.

General Keelo flashes his sword as he exhales his anger. Screaming, blood splashes flying. A sword strikes a gap in the enemy's armor. One enemy soldier after another is slaughtered with a sword strike into the steeple.

"Don't you dare!

I am still proud to have gone up to the general. I've been through a lot of battlefields, and training grounds. I've even wandered the frontiers of life and death. Nothing is missing as a warrior.

"My lord! The number of enemies is increasing! I think you should leave here once."

"... but..."

General Keelo showed hesitation in the words of the tabernacle.

"There is no ex or child in death here!

"I know you won't tell me. But it doesn't matter if the slaves get out of the way."

"They are indulgent, slaves. Nobody complains about killing him. Wouldn't it be better for those who are in the way to slaughter and throw them out?"

"But... if he forsakes his men, and kills the slaves, and flees, Your Highness will not forgive him."

"There is no distinction between enemy allies in this dust. If you are a slave, you should tell His Highness."

"Hmm, that's all you got."

"So?"

"Unfortunately, this dust doesn't convey the instructions either... I don't know what else to do. The main unit is leaving now."

General Keelo finished his remarks with a very unfortunate face.

"Understood. So soon - Huh!?

The bureaucratic body that tried to take action blew up. Blood from the tip of the arrow butt thrust through the head of the fallen tabernacle on the ground, falling and being sucked into the sand.

General Keelo, who was flabbergasted, was forced back to reality by severe pain.

"Up... what, you say it's an arrow?

I look at the arrow stuck in my arm and open my eyes. Moments - massive arrows poured down through the sand smoke. With his face drawn, General Keelo picks up his shield and gives himself up, but falls one after the other without the soldiers and the chiefs around him being able to react.

I thought it was an attack from the enemy, but oddly enough, it flies from behind. It's hard to imagine the enemy spinning around to the back, because the Slave Liberation Army is holding back at the rear. Then I know who this arrow is. It means it belongs to the Slave Liberation Army.

"Don't slaves even know how to use arrows!

In anticipation of the time when the rain of the arrows stopped, General Keelo stood up, abandoning his shield and pulling through the arrow that pierced his arm.

"Gu - so, is anybody here!?

General Keelo stopped just as he took a step to walk.

Because a giant appeared in front of me. A big man with thin purple skin that he remembers. He has a bloody sword on his right hand. On his left hand was the spear of the Duchy of Richter's army squeezed.

"Why are you here?

…………

Silently the big man - the demon clan approaches.

"Say something. You were supposed to be in the back in the first place."

Why is the sword bloody painted? I couldn't say the word until the end.

Because of a shock to the chest. Hot stuff comes in from nowhere. When I held my mouth down and endured, I pulled my jaw and looked down - the spear was piercing my body.

"Oops... what is it?"

Blood splashes through the gap in your fingers.

"Hey..."

General Keelo, whose strength fell out of his leg and broke his knee, laid his hands on the ground.

A great shadow falls over General Keelo's head. The congested eyes of General Keelo, who raised his gaze, were most of the upset but also seeping of impatience inside.

"Sounds painful, can't you breathe?

I can't guess anything from the look on the face of the Demons. No joy or sorrow, just an inorganic eye overlooking General Keelo.

"I deserve it. You should have been a little more humble."

Says the demon clan who pressed his sword against General Keelo's neck.

"Let's pass on a message from Cyclops."

…………

"The responsibility for recklessly incorporating the less collaborative slaves who want merit into the troops and causing unwanted confusion in the military is heavy, and, to add, the repeated violations of the military regulations to date are unbearable. So you're demoted.

General Keelo, who was pressed for all of the fouling in this war,

"Ah..."

It opens its mouth with puffiness, but it doesn't seem to be one of the grudges, it just spills foamy blood.

"Goodbye. General Keelo - No, you were a second-degree samurai officer."

Neither could he beg for his life, nor speak of a curse, and General Keelo's neck danced with a heavenly high drawing of the tail of blood.

The demon tribe who abandoned his sword - Guarda turns his back on the body and joins the mercenary regiment that is keeping him waiting in a remote location. He drew the camel's compass that was ready and opened his mouth as he rode on his back to fly.

"We're getting away. Our role is over."

"Why don't you just run away?

"Yeah, but instead, I have to run flashy."

"Let me go!

"Then... I'll leave it to you. If you get it, ring the drum."

"You said it! Let's get out of here, keep going!

"This is a nasty decree."

A camel ridden by Guarda rushed out at full speed. Mercenaries chase after each other.

Slave infantry soldiers who noticed the sound of the drums also began scattering ahead of us.

"Don't shake your ass too much on the Duchy of Richter! They have no sight for men or women!

Mercenaries walk with Guarda, wrapped in nasty laughter with no shards of tension.

"What do you say? It must be quite something."

"…… it seems like a mercenary regiment."

Guarda sighs troubled. Then I saw where the Fourth Imperial Army headquarters were.

I did everything I had to do. All you have to do is wait for that last finish.

The Duchy of Richter hero Rankiel may also have noticed by now.

"I've tried to name him Cyclops... but, heh, maybe even Heroes Eat."

There is no doubt that neighboring countries will be shook up if we know the full extent of this war.

"Whatever. Do you now focus on running away?"

If we don't escape by the time the dust clears, this one's life will be in danger.

This time the dust was created by Guarda,

"With the Demon Emperor's sword... you didn't have to worry about the depletion of magic."

Now that they had been abandoned, it was becoming difficult to sustain them.

The depletion of magic can't even die, but I lose my mind.

falling asleep in the middle of such a battlefield is directly linked to death.

"Well, the job's done. Let me slow the rest down."

I nodded thinking of the boy's little hateful face.

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When the dust rose, Lanquille noticed an anomaly.

The morale of the soldiers is greatly increased. Even the vanguards of the Fourth Imperial Army can't stop the momentum. But what is the anxiety attached to this? I can see years of experience sounding the alarm.

"Is this also likely to be another trap……"

"General, what's wrong?

Carl reacted to Lanquille's words.

Lanquille called the Tabernacle, smiling back to reassure him.

"What can I do for you?

"Put about 100 camel cavalry on Master Carl and retreat."

"What are you saying? You won't have to run away. This one's pushing."

Rankiel with his hand on Carl's shoulder, who expressed dissatisfaction.

"The situation has not yet been defined. If we destroy the 4th Imperial Army vanguard, we still have more than 8,000 enemies left."

"But with the current momentum, can we win?

"Maybe, but you'd be more likely to lose,"

"Hmm..."

"At times of need, run with 100 camel cavalry to the capital. It'll buy you some time."

"What happened?

"Let me draw my enemies here. Master Carl..."

"Enemy shadow over rear! The numbers range from roughly 3000 to 5000! It seems to consist mainly of cavalry"

A shock ran through the main unit to report the transmission. Everyone held their breath and looked back behind them.

Large amounts of dust are coming this way. I did see a large number of flags dotted.

"Ambush of the Fourth Imperial Army?

Rankiel asks for a preaching order.

"The Grand Empire of Grants, the crest flag of the Oriental nobility was in turmoil."

"The Oriental nobility…………?

"We also have the Kelheit family flag. Undoubtedly from the Eastern aristocracy, it seems to be reinforcements."

"My lord is not supposed to be there, but even my new husband has welcomed me..."

When I heard that the head of the Kelheit family, who brings together the Oriental nobility, was dead, I remember clapping it out without anything happening, although I expected that the Grants Great Empire would finally split internally, too, because of the sight strife.

"I don't know what to say..."

"What is it? Clearly."

"A dragon with a silver and silver sword on the black ground… I could also confirm the seal flag of the Second Emperor"

"Become..."

Anyone who lives in this world knows.

He is now worshipped as a pillar of the Grand Twelve Great Gods - "a military god (Mars), the divine flag of the man who once laid the foundations of the Grand Empire of Grants (Sazur).

"…… If that's true, it's not right."

The blood flowing through your body freezes. I lost my sense of fingertips and my head stopped thinking.

Lanquille, struck by an inexperienced chill and shook his voice, asks again.

"You must be checking it properly, right?

"If history books are true…………………"

"…… that the blood of the Second Emperor had not been lost"

"Praised as the double black hero Wang, the man left the world without a wife and without a son. Since then, the seal flag of the Second Emperor has never been used. It is forbidden to use it without darkness. If you want to use it without permission, you will be executed regardless of your pride. I don't know why it's so thorough by now. Were you afraid to touch the wrath of the Spirit King, or were you honoring the heroic king who became God? Either way, it is a fact that we have been on the surface stage, and it is likely that the blood of the hero king has been found.

"Should I avoid running from behind?"

I'd rather deal with the Fourth Imperial Army, which is left with some fatigue, than reinforcements with extra strength. More importantly, it is easier to avoid the appearance of the inexperienced. We have to get ahead of ourselves before we get pinched by our double-wing cavalry.

"I can't help staying here. We're gonna storm the whole army!

With high morale and momentum, even if we can't break through the center now, we'll be able to get Carl away with it. This battle was packed when the enemy appeared behind it. No matter how morale, if they attack from all quarters, the end of the line will be wiped out.

"My intellect didn't reach the height, but the late. I'm responsible for everything."

Then why don't we scatter the stigma in a glorious way? Even so, I walked across the battlefield with a sword for a while from the first battle. Getting back to square one would not be a bad idea.

"Dear Carl, I will slaughter the way! Please use your escort as a shield from there!

I don't need a response. I don't have to ask.

"Dear Carl, please listen carefully! I'll give you one last measure!

And then I entrust everything to Carl.

"The burning of food has prevented the opponent from engaging in a long-term battle. After this, if the Fourth Imperial Army is going to plunder, it will ambush from behind, and if it is going to disperse, it will destroy each one. If this one's going to cage, keep provoking them and wearing them out! That way you can choose your own path of self-destruction!

"What's the sudden problem?!? Hey, what are you saying!?

"I asked for the rest!

Pull out the sword on your hips and break it to the soldiers.

"Don't be afraid! Raise your voice! Defeat your enemies!

Lanquille shouted and thrust through the dust.

And... you found out about despair.

"……… stupid."

All the soldiers who had fallen through the dust earlier were buried in the sand. There are countless arrows piercing the body, and those who breathe are not within Rankir's sight.

The body with heat cools rapidly. Camel feet stop in an unusual situation. It also meant the suspension of the army.

Carl, who was walking with him, blued his face, wrinkled his eyes and held his mouth.

"…… a dragon with a silver sword in the black."

The headquarters of the Fourth Imperial Army - if you divert your eyes from the crest flag swimming in the sky under a breeze, and circle your gaze to the left and right, the horseback riding squad is coming at you with a mighty thrust. There was no more depressing dust, and enemy reinforcements opened their mouths from behind to eat their prey.

"Completion of the siege net. When you couldn't even let Master Carl escape."

Archers of the Fourth Imperial Army and mixed heavy-duty and light-wearing units aligned neatly in front.

Leadership in love with enemies. Lanquille thinks it's fun to lead a trained soldier in battle. This one, by contrast, is an exhausting soldier, no different from an old, skinny dog.

"Think…… there have been a number of strange things from the beginning"

If you come up with a plan, it's just the scope of the target's expectations, and if you think you've got a gap, you're just moving according to the target's thoughts, which is, you were just dancing flat in your hand.

"… Then you know what I'm going to do."

I can't lose Carl here.

"Dear Carl, I'm sorry. Looks like that's it."

You're the only one responsible for the defeat.

"…… Drop your weapons. Wave the white flag."

"A sword slipped out of the hand of a man known as Arid Eagle of Heaven scattered dust and buried it in the sand.

Soldiers collapse on the spot without power.

As if to remind him that he is a loser, the kind of weapon thrown down radiates in the sun and reflects dull.

"But you don't know what the purpose is. What you wanted to do by hunting me down so far."

When Rankir stroked the wound on his cheek, he stared at the "God Flag (Sazur)" of the "Military God (Mars)", which he continued to swim slowly in the Fourth Imperial Army's headquarters.