"More than 500 people? You collect so much."
An old pedestrian goes to the city and tells him what information he's been collecting.
After all, as originally expected, the Fontana family has been sending soldiers against me for attacking the tax collectors, a use from the nobles.
But that number is said to exceed 500.
Even though the number of people usually conscripted from the village of Vulka is about 50, it would mean that we have prepared 10 times that.
I guess it means I know how tempered I am.
"So, what are we going to do, Ars?
"What do you mean, what do you do? I think we'll have to fight when we get here."
"You're not. If I gather information, I'll even be making a great position here. Besides, gather people from the next village. I was wondering if you had any maneuvers."
The old man of the pedestrian asks me and I think about it.
At present, we have more than 100 fighters.
In this respect, I think it exceeds the expectations of the Fontana family.
But still, the number of people varies greatly.
However, I feel like I've heard that three times as many people will be needed to break the defensive side that uses walls, etc.
Given that, it wouldn't be bearable to say how many walls have been built here and put in a defensive stance.
Or it's hard to take the method of cage castle itself.
The only condition absolutely necessary to cage is the presence of reinforcements from other sources.
There is no winning chance in the end where the reinforcements have caged even though they never come.
"I knew I'd have to settle in the field"
"Admiral, I agree with that idea. It takes a lot of preparation to protect it. We don't have enough means to defend ourselves here."
Vargas, who was listening to the pedestrian report with me, agrees with me.
He says Vargas wasn't anything more than one soldier on the battlefield, but through his experience in action, I guess he can see that it's not a good idea to put up protection here.
If so, they might as well go into battle without falling within the walls, even in the overwhelming disadvantage of 100 to 500.
Because the other side is supposed to gather this thing from just peasants and think it's a bunch of UAE people.
If you ask me, it's an ambush.
Hit and damage this one before they know they can all use combat magic.
Take victory before measures are taken.
This is the only tough but irresistible way to say that there is no way.
Anyway, there's only one chance.
If this one can't do any damage in the first war, the people who followed me here will leave me too.
My body trembles.
Sometimes I wonder what it means to do what I do.
But we can't just turn back.
Because we've already crossed the line where we can get other people involved and turn back.
We have come as far as the only way to survive and gain freedom is to fight.
In this way, I was forced to calm my mind, where anxiety and fear came up one after the other, and to think about future measures.
The wind is blowing and the branches and leaves of the tree continue to shake.
There's a lot of people lined up on the flat.
There are two of them.
On one side is a group of people dressed in borough clothes and dressed well.
In contrast, many others wear something a little better.
Especially in large populations, there are also those wearing metal armor that bounces off the sun's rays.
Wouldn't that number be more than 30?
We decided to intercept the Fontana army based on information we received from the pedestrians.
A flat plot of land about a few more hours from the river in formation.
That's where he went.
The pedestrian information was accurate.
The approximate number of people and the date of their march were correct.
This is how we became relative to each other in the place where we were meant to be.
They stop at a distance where each other still can't even reach the bow and arrow.
And there was something out of the Fontana army there.
A bright white horse, or someone riding a hornless Valkyrie, arrived alone, even a little more than at the head of the Fontana army.
"Tell the inhabitants of the village of Barca. Surrender immediately and drop your weapon. If you do, only life will be forgiven."
After the person stopped, I put my breath down and started talking.
Is this it?
Was it the last notice before the battle?
Or is it a speech to boost the strength of the soldiers and sharpen this one's morale?
I don't know what to do, so I'll just see how it goes.
"Ars, who lives in the village of Barca, has sinned. Instead of ignoring noble orders, they did harm to tax collectors and soldiers. This is not a problem I can look at. But we don't want to judge all the inhabitants of the Vulcan village either. Let's promise Ars will surrender now and return to his previous life if everyone lays down their weapons. Immediately disarm."
Hmm, he has a good voice with his enemies.
Though we're getting somewhat closer to this one, it's quite a distance away.
Even so, it's a sound that all of us can hear.
Do you even call it a voice that goes far?
Speaking of which, I think I've heard that in the battlefield, something with a good voice is a characteristic of a good commander.
It was when I was thinking about it.
"Hey, Ars. Are you sure you want to listen to me?
"Dad, what's wrong?
"I'm saying it's not if you're confused. You'll shake everyone's heart here if they ask you that. I need to say something back."
"Yes, Admiral. My mouth started before the battle. The battle has already begun."
That's what my father tells me, even Vargas.
I see.
After all, I guess this kind of thing has a huge impact on the war situation when you look sweet.
Then I need to tell you something here too.
That's what I thought. I rode into the Valkyrie and moved into front of the group.