The book of the night goes down. Darkness covers one side of the perimeter and hides much behind its bilload.
In such darkness, the Border Bell Army was marching off the main streets. Two days after leaving Libra, it is a matter of a few moments off the main street.
The minimum amount of pine light needed, among them, was leading the group in the foremost, its lights stopping the movement.
And after a while, they split into two hands.
Troops made up of cavalry only, on the one hand. The other is an infantry-dominated unit.
I dropped off a distant cavalry figure from within an infantry subject's unit.
... Are you sure this was a good idea? Isn't there something I missed?
In that way, suspicion springs from the next. Most of all, my mask isn't as brittle as it is so easy to put on my face...
"What's going on, Lil 'Kamouth? I don't know when, it's tingling."
A cheap voice from behind. Is it easily conceited? You clown.
I look back and lift my gaze to match that of the man on the ride.
The voice from behind, his lord was the Mad Hat, and also Deputy Commander Konrat.
"... in this situation, you're brighter than the bottom line, Deputy Commander Konrat."
This one here, I'll point you to the abnormality of the clown.
Damn, this guy... What is it, 'er, I wonder'?
I'll take a deliberate sigh of relief. Then, like the Americans, I might even flatter you with my shoulders.
"I don't like it, I don't even like sighing... It's okay, it's okay, let's go easy, Lilka Mouse."
I'll stare back half-eyed at the big fool who speaks up at ease.
"On what grounds do you say you're okay, Lieutenant?
"That's, of course, my..." Is that an idea? "... Exactly. But don't be ridiculous."
"Because it hits you a lot?
"Yes, it hits me wonders a lot."
Exhale again. Totally ridiculous, no rest whatsoever.
But, well, beside a man who says such an idiot, it's also something that seriously bothers him.
It's going to be, Keselasera. In my heart, I cast the best reopening spell.
Then, I don't know, the strength of my stretched shoulders came out, too.... Sometimes, stupid things can be good too, I don't know.
I looked straight at the darkness in front of me and walked out.
Step inside the big tent you set up as a command.
Men who stand around a central desk with a map spread out and salute towards me. Apparently, all command personnel are in place.
I mean, I'm the last, but there's no one to blame for that.
Well, naturally. Whatever, I'm the commander of this advance. Because the Seven Generals of the Kingdom of Magna are one, the head of the Hoover family, Adolf Hoover, the man.
When I answer lightly, I move to the upper seat. And I dropped my eyes on the map.
"Intelligence staff, report enemy military trends."
"Ha!"
To my inquiry, a serious-looking intelligence staff member stretches his spine and raises his voice.
"The enemy army, five days ago, appears to have left Libra. I then followed the enemy's movements for about two days, but the scouts have not grasped the footsteps since!
With a severely nervous face, the intelligence staff closes with a loud voice like a cadet.
Well, I can understand how he feels. Because the report now is synonymous with what you are saying you have not been able to do your job.
Not to mention, if that reporting opponent is a commander of honor as a majesty, then... there is no such thing.
In fact, the old me would have slapped my fist on my desk and yelled and scattered.
Most of all, I'm almost fifty years old for boulders, and I don't yell at you to this extent.
"... why can't I grab it?
I don't yell, but I get a short, low voice. Well, forgive me to this extent, so I'd say it's still calm.
"Ha! Apparently, enemy forces have taken off the main streets... A few moments later, the yang had fallen, and we lost sight of the enemy army. Sorry!
Pull your thoughts around in your head as you capture the deeply bowing intelligence staff in the corner of your sight.
Marching off the main streets... It's unique to the oligarchs. If you're as big as our army, it's the first impossible way to march.
But it's never easy to say it's possible for an oligarchy.
Still, I dare say, its intention to take off the main streets...
"My lord!"
Turn your gaze to the voice you call upon. The Lord of Voices was Colonel Garmlich, the Operation Staff who accompanied him for many years.
"Apparently, the enemy wants to get close without us noticing. What it means is…"
"Surprise."
Colonel Garmlich snorts all the time in my response. And ask the depressed intelligence staff.
"Lieutenant Colonel Ketter, what exactly is the enemy army, approaching around? Can I have your opinion, please?
"Ha, yes!... that when they left Libra, the enemy army was a mixed army of mercenaries to the knights, and then civic soldiers who seemed to have collected them. At the rate of march predicted from the composition of the Legion… in due course, 500 mars south of the camp of our army. I don't know, like 350 mars."
Lieutenant Colonel Ketter, Information Staff, who muscles and explains.
To his speculation like that, Hmm, Colonel Garmlich further inquires, nodding.
"Let's say it was a distance of 350 mares to the south. When will there be a possible enemy raid?
"At this distance, if the enemy hurries, they may attack the camp before dawn"
"I see, I see. My lord, I also agree with Lieutenant Colonel Ketter. This evening, I plead not to be wary of ambushes. What do you think?
That's what I'm saying, Colonel Garmlich, heading back this way.
Yeah, he's still a good caregiver. If it weren't for this man, I wouldn't be able to tell you how many men would have followed me.
What a blessing to a good tabernacle. I snort heavily at such a belly-hearted subordinate's voice.
"I also think I should weigh in on Lieutenant Colonel Ketter's opinion. Keep the southern sentry grid tight. Plus, we need a night shift to consolidate our defenses on the south side."
I've never been over alert. The number and quality of the troops together, this is the dominant one. In case you lose, that would be about an ambush.
If so, we should act to pick that possibility.
Tabernacles who take orders from me and bow their heads simultaneously. And when I lift my head, each moves out in a hurry to fulfill his or her duties.
I shut my mouth with those men staring down at the map.
Currently camping is a wide plain area, but a little further south than here would be a terrain sandwiched between the Great Forest to the west, the Great Lake to the east and both.
From the Magna Arunya bilateral border, it is the narrowest of the main streets that stretch straight to Libra.
In other words, the way the army marches is limited.
An enemy army that has so far been off the main streets and has fled the enemy, but from here it will be impossible to approach our army unnoticed.
Now that you've put your mind to it and kept your sentry net tight, that's for sure.
Then it's not enough to be afraid of ambushes. If the opponent finds out, it's not the earliest surprise attack or anything.
Rather troublesome...... Run your fingers over the main streets on the map. And stop your fingers at one point.
The terrain sandwiched between the Great Forest and the lake, if enemy forces were stationed at its exit.
In narrow terrain, we cannot deploy large armies satisfactorily.
It will mean that only some units at the forefront can actually cross blades with enemy forces.
For this one, it means not taking advantage of the advantages of the great army, but for the enemy, it is an oligarchy and easy to protect terrain.
Regardless of the troubles, there can be no doubt about the victory of our army. But you have to be prepared to force some bleeding.
... it's not an interesting war of attrition or anything like that against a much inferior enemy.
Hmm, and snorts.
Not to mention, it's not the end of breaking the enemy army. At least we'll have to let Leibra fall before the backward army arrives.
If not, what will that abominable woman say...
Rip, and stand a toothpick. I clenched my fist hard.
That poisonous bitch! After you join the new king and grow up!
My intestines simmer in anger. I managed to contain the urge to destroy my desk.
... what makes that woman look bigger than that? Such a thing is unacceptable.
Complete victory for that. You can't even make trivial mistakes.
Huh, and one big breath. That's how you pull out your shoulders, you take your eyes off the map.
I got unwittingly hot. I'm trying to be a little worried about the behavior of the year...
The natural personality seems to be something that cannot be corrected so easily.
I get a little break, and I go outside the tent, trying to hit the wind.
Out of the tent, the first thing I saw was a brilliant sunset. Watch the sight for a while.
"My lord."
When I was looking in, I was called out by a voice I was used to hearing.
"What is it, Colonel Garmlich?
"No, it's a beautiful sunset."
"... well, this isn't uncommon. It's just a landscape I've seen and will see again and again."
I got a little embarrassed and took my eyes off the sunset and said so.
"Oh, my lord, you don't know what wind currents are."
Colonel Garmlich shakes his head deliberately, not to mention lamentable.
What's the wind currents, you big idiot?
Soldiers and others look back at the appearance.
"Shut up, Colonel. There is no need for a samurai to have such a thing. All the samurai need to know is the law of war and loyalty to the nation."
"Oh, I see! Your Excellency's golden words, this Garmlich, and I burned them to my heart!
Once again, Colonel Garmlich responds in a purposefully daunting manner.... or unmistakably deliberately.
Apparently, we have to revisit the earlier idea that we have been blessed with a good tabernacle.
With that in mind, he summoned reason to suppress the Colonel's hands, even now, from twisting his neck.