Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

The moon quickly passed as we spent our days working out and hunting.

Rhun's flowers blossomed in the meadows, and the season became spring.

We Longa make a big move.

I'm slowly preparing for that.

Fighting the Great Movements is an accessory.

Large forces compete for territory first, followed by medium-sized forces like the Longa.

The current chief is not foolish enough to sell fights to the big forces.

However, the Longa tribe, which had been winning for several years, was now around the middle-force, one step ahead of the big forces.

The territory to be proclaimed will be in line with the great forces.

Most middle forces did not sell fights to the Longa tribe, and another middle force began a territorial fight with each other.

But three years ago, the Nan, who were forced to lick hard acids by the Longa, complained about the Longa territory.

Leading the Nan tribe today is the son of a chief who lost in the last battle, a man who killed his parents and himself became a chief.

He boasted a force close to before winning the battle against other tribes in three years.

I'll get ready for the first battle.

My favorite bow, an arrow with an obsidian claw made for me by Wolge, my favorite sword.

Skin armor, skin hat with bronze plates on the inner forehead area

I put a giant feather ornament on my hat.

This feather decoration is decided to attach bird feathers dropped due to bird crashes.

I've already shot down a bunch of birds. I put on the wings of the biggest dog eagle.

Very few people have ever dropped a eagle over 5m when it spreads its wings.

By the way, whoever succeeds in the wolf hunt processes 20 of those wolf dog teeth into a fang necklace and puts them on the battlefield.

This means that the person wearing a feather ornament on his head and a fang neck on his neck is a medium warrior born of a great warrior or fighter.

Ichu, Shirley and Sharon helped me put on my armor.

It's supposed to be my wife's job, but I'm not there yet.

"What do you say?

I asked the three of them what they thought of wearing armor.

"" It's lovely, brother. ""

The three of them hammered beautifully.

"Then I'm going.

"" Good luck. ""

When I left Pao, Jumel, who was in charge of the big bow, was pulling my horse.

Receive and ride the reins from Jumel.

Honestly my heart is going to boil blood in my body from time to time.

He is pulled by Jumel as a horse and arrives at the rendezvous point.

I feel the wind.

Alignment of spectacular horseback riding units

Obudai also looks around with a nervous face.

I went straight to my father.

My brothers and my father are discussing it with each other.

You notice me as soon as I get close.

"Jumka, those feather decorations, they look great on you"

"Thank you. Father."

"You're the first in line. You won't be forced. Take a good look at my father and my brothers."

"Yes."

On Muruaka's signal, we arranged the horses in place.

Longa warriors, fighters, and battle slaves made their way to the promised place.

This battle of meadows determines one another where to fight, places troops there, and begins to fight side by side on each other's promised day.

If we break this promise, we will be crushed by other tribal outcasts.

The meadow wind hits my cheek.

I feel more tingly than usual.

Troops of the Nan tribe are deployed 200 steps beyond.

The formation changes nowhere.

Combat slaves with shields and sticks on the front line

Fighter with big bow with emphasis on distance afterwards

A warrior and a fighter as a horse who rode after

The start of the battle is spoken of by each other's chiefs.

Then the troops slowly advance and the bow fight by the fighters begins around 100 steps.

The fighter's bow is capable of shooting and attacking long-range bows.

Most arrows are inhibited by the great shield of slaves.

But some fighters fall with an arrow sewn through that gap.

We warriors watch it as we ride.

I'm looking at the progress outside the range of the big bow.

This bow fight, there's nothing wrong with a warrior joining in. It's just a rule that makes no sense even if it barely reaches you because of the nature of a warrior's bow.

No, it was a rule.

The wind drove this way.

I was lifting my mouth earlier. 160 steps to enemy chief

String tension, good

The feel of an arrow, that would be something like Wolge.

I put up a bow.

My brothers look at me in surprise.

I can magic an arrow.

Magic conductivity also feels good about Wolge's magic technique.

They say the excitement of dominating the body can't be removed.

I let go of the arrow.

The rotated arrow flies straight through and pierces the Nan clan chief's forehead to be sucked in.

The Nan clan chief collapsed and fell on the spot.

The place is surrounded by silence.

Heavy arrow warfare stops.

Everyone here knows where they shot from in the orbit of an arrow.

My enemies and allies draw attention to me.

I'll take another arrow out of the arrow barrel.

The target was near the enemy chief, the Great Warrior.

I'll release the arrow again.

The Great Warrior feather ornament danced to the universe.

The warrior hardened with an incredible face. Decline on the spot.

Almost everyone was breathtaking at the shooting that happened in front of everyone watching.

"And, assault"

The chief's assault order came out.

The Longa warriors ran their horses out front.

Normally, the opponent would have sent out a corresponding assault here.

But the sheikh who puts it out was dead in action.

Battle slaves, fighters, and warriors fall apart by riding shootings of Longa warriors.

It is normal for a chief or something to take over command after the fall, but that is not working either.

Maybe the second great warrior I took over was the head of the Nan tribe.

The Nan fighters, the warriors, reach the extreme of confusion and are discussed one after the other.

A small number begin to flee the scene.

I don't chase people who run away. That's the grassland code.

Retreat. No, no, no, no.

A loud voice was heard from the Nan tribe.

The Nan retreat just waiting for that word.

As I said earlier, I don't chase people who run away.

A little different, correctly.

It may be good to follow the withdrawing opponent and destroy him.

It makes the declaration of a lodging enemy. Or is it.

Make a public statement to the surrounding tribe that the other tribe is a lodging enemy.

When he makes that declaration, the man kills even all the babies, and the woman is killed except those who can bear children or less, and is punished by slaves and slave wives.

However, it goes down to its own tribe if it loses.

It is the greatest disgrace, such as declaring a host enemy, losing and being destroyed in reverse.

The Longa have not declared or been declared a lodging enemy anywhere.

I run away against the Nan people, so I will not chase them. That is all.

Now we have to be careful up there when the battle is over.

Many birds gather on the battlefield in an attempt to obtain a body.

Many warriors gather here.

Great opportunity for bird crashes

A warrior or fighter confident in a bow points an arrow into the sky.

You have to watch out for the falling arrows.

No one succeeded as a bird crash this time.

When the battle is over, the messenger comes from the loser. Postwar mediation.

Compensation changes depending on the damage done to the battle, the way you lose.

This time, the damage is minor, if you're from the Nan tribe, the chief (after all, it was) the great defeat of the suicide.

Almost made sense on this side.

Women aged 12 to 24, 4 and half guda (12 or 54 per guda) Sheep and horses were talked about in 70% of Nan holdings.

At the end of post-war mediation, several envoys head to the opponent's settlement.

To bring a woman.

It's also to make sure you can't bring a woman who looks ugly or has a flaw in her body even though it's a lost compensation, or that she won't be robbed along the way.

In the meantime, the thesis begins.

All warriors gather in the square of the settlement.

"Jumka, come.

I was called first.

I broke my knee in front of the chief.

"I will make Jumka the number one fighter in this war. Any objections?

No one replied to the chief's words.

The absence of a reply was a sign of acknowledgement that the chief nodded.

"First, Jumka, I recognize your independence.

"Thank you.

"And give the horse one gouda and the sheep three and a half goudas as rewards.

Surprising voices of those around me rise.

"And I give you two slave wives and a look that I'm going to bring in.

The cheer grows all at once.

I had a lot of cold sweat on my back.

"Thank you, but chief"

I had an objection. It's not like I could have just grown up.

"What's missing?

"No, I'm not sure I'm going to feed myself, three people, a young man who just got independent today"

Marrying a wife and a slave wife means being confident that you will feed them well. So my point is clear.

"Um, you're absolutely right, okay, then let's give one slave wife, and one extra gouda of sheep instead.

Yeah, it's definitely perfect as a proxy, but...

"Thank you.

My first marriage has been decided.

Lucci is the chief's daughter, 17 years old in last year's snow season, who tends to think marriage is a little late, but is said not to have been given to his daughter-in-law because the chief was adorable.

The mother is the daughter of the former chief of the large Au tribe in the meadow, and the mother of the current chief is the same sister.

Lucci's mother dies of an epidemic disease after giving birth to Lucci and a boy.

Looks good. Good cooking too. Character also a character that pulls a step back and sets a man up. My butt is also predicted to give birth to a big, sturdy child.

To be honest, I think it's the perfect wife of anywhere.

But it's in that shape that I hesitate.

It's a little puffy.

Being fat in the meadows is also one element of moth other than strength in the symbol of wealth that you can be fat.

So Lucci's shape is also one of the factors that everyone likes.

But I remember my last life.

In my previous life, my body's preference was for extra breasts, cuddly hips, and big eyed butts, and when it comes to katakana, it feels like munyu cu bong.

But turning Lucci into a katakana is bong!! -Punipni bong!! It would feel something like that.

I sighed in my heart so everyone wouldn't know.