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

It's the first time I've broken into an empire in ten years.

Ten years ago, many left bitter memories here.

Release scouts around you and continue exploring around with the magic of Sequilo.

Horses to Sekiro are now on hold.

Temzi and Uchiran also promised to give horses as a celebration of formation.

I have to teach a horse to a sequilo who has never ridden a horse at all. At Jumel's time, there was a man of similar stature to Jumel, and he practiced with his chin, but he didn't have a chin that fit his chin stature.

Suddenly making them practice on bareback horses is also all they're bringing in are military horses and just horses with a rough temper.

First, we went back to Longa, and we talked about letting the craftsman make a bowl for Sekiro to practice around Urara.

Sequilo said that's fine, and now he's manipulating the carriage as he always has.

We broke into the empire and as we marched, we saw the settlement first.

There's no one left, just the house and the things. We took what we could look around and take away.

When I sent out the scouts and looked around, there were reports that the settlements in the east and west were already retreating and that the houses were all burned down and there was nothing to take away from them, in the story that the settlements were now ready to flee.

We don't have to have a meeting to get down the road.

"Master Jumka, it looks like the enemy is waiting for us in front of us."

"What about the ambush?

"There isn't. Looks like a lot of things are moving around behind it. So it looks like you're ambushing to protect those who run away from us."

"Okay. Battle Preparation"

Convinced of Sequilo's words, he uses the magic of loudness to give instructions.

Those around you will hear my voice and start preparing for the battle.

Finding enemy positions changes everyone's air.

The air around me rushes to me now or now.

"Sequilo, do you have ambushes or traps?

"It's not the part I feel. If there is, it's about the backwoods in front of you."

"There might be a plant wizard amongst the guys at the fort who ran from us. Is it the wizard who makes all those backwoods in a short time, or can you use the magic of the plants alongside the sequins... All right, gather the Soil Magic Slave Squad"

When I commanded, in Longa, twenty slaves and bololks with whom the magic of the earth could be used, fighters with whom the magic of the wind could be used, and slaves gathered.

Immediately, it ferments the manure, produces methane gas, and causes those who can use the magic of the wind to collect it.

Three mud dumplings were made for each of the ten slaves who could use the magic of the earth to hold them.

Leave that slave unit to Borolk.

Slaves with dirt magic can be used behind them to hide in slaves with big shields, and Borolk stands behind them with horses.

If that unit moves forward slowly, the enemy will set up an arrow and release it here.

With my magical north wind and the vast magical power of Borolk, the firewall holds the arrows back by the great shield of the slaves, even if it barely reaches them.

"Stand by."

When Borolk shouted that way, the slaves who could use the magic of the earth began to wrap the mud dough in the cloth and turn it grungy.

"Let go."

If Borolk screams, the slaves release some of the cloth.

Then the mud dumplings rose high in heaven and fell to a place with the backwoods of the enemy.

I could hear the enemy laughing, but the mud dough exploded and blew the backwoods within a flash.

"Next, march in the direction of the sun, stop, stand, let go, next, further in the direction of the sun"

As Borolk instructed, the slaves moved. They already blew up backwoods in (d) locations.

Borolk is turning towards me and signaling something.

Maybe this is good, right? But you must have that look.

Well, but you did good.

"Come on, get in through the gap you made, storm."

The warriors who rode horseback at the same time entered the enemy line and began to ravage me.

The defense makes no sense, and the fence is pulled down. The soldier's man was killed.

Take all the food, metal, wood, etc. from the settlement that was behind it, men and women will be collected and transformed into human bombs using fire boxes for formations and fortresses, which will be ahead of us.

Once collected, food, metal, etc. were redistributed for the whole population and for the tribe.

After this battle, it is suggested and accepted by Temsy that Borolk welcome all twenty slaves who can use the magic of this earth as fighters.

Under his command, the mud dumpling unit using the magic of the earth was greatly affected by position bombing, throwing at enemy groups, and later feared as a fiery tiger by the countries of the south, but that's another story.