The wind-cut sound of bows and arrows ripping through the night sky. The sound of metal with swords and swords bumping into each other. Screams and cheers of the soldiers. And the smell of blood that can stand in thick.
In the middle of the battlefield, run the horse.
It doesn't matter if it's the enemy vanguard in a state of confusion, it does the trick.
Going further, deeper. He hurries ahead, waving his sword only at those who are handicapped.
... It's an opportunity to meet a thousand people. I have no hand in missing this.
Here, raise the obvious battle power in anyone's eyes. for later deployment. Again in the world, to glorify the name.
There's only one chief Adolf Hoover needs to do that.
Unexpectedly, the hand holds the reins.... I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I need to calm down.
"Deputy Commander Konrat! Aren't you pushing too far out of your friends!?
One of my men coming after me raises a voice of doubt.
Oh, not at all...... I don't even have time to explain.
"Get in the victory and go get the enemy general's neck.... horrible?
"It's..."
"If you're horrible, you can't help it. I'll go alone, so you can turn around."
"Beh, nothing horrible etc......!
I hear that word, and the corner of my mouth leads up. The answer is just as expected.
This time the outspoken soldiers have chosen those with arms from the mercenary corps, and those with more self-esteem than that.
Like now, they're like people who can't say they're turning back.
Waste of will and glory. Well, I don't understand that either...
Now, let me use that.
"That was good. So let's go be heroes."
In addition, I will give them words that will stifle their self-esteem.
Were you excited, the men who tide your face?... It's simple.
Well, I've already convinced you, and shall we hurry ahead?
What should I call that sight?
Would it be a spectacular, harsh, impending, or heroic struggle?
His general, while dyeing his entire body red, still kept waving his sword on horseback.
Doesn't make you feel nearly fifty years old, its battle is just as good, shameless in the name of the fierce general......
Regardless of the enemy allies, you can't help but be in awe, that's how it was there.
"Huh, Deputy Commander"
The voice of my subordinates calling themselves is trembling. I can't help it, it's a boulder.
"I'm sorry, but the general's opponent will give way to me. You ask for enemies around you."
"Yes. Good luck."
My men, who will obviously look horrible. True, they're easy to understand.
"Ha!"
Boost your temper and make your horse run.
The distance to the goal shrinks. Red Shura's appearance is already in front of me.
When I blur, my body trembles. Fear, or, to the warrior tremble?
Either way, it doesn't matter. Because there's no difference in what we're going to do.
I would have noticed a newbie approaching himself. General Hoover returns his horse's head and stares at this one.
And the general had his horse run this way, too.
"Ahhh!
Each other's horses rub off. That instant, the silver flash of the two running strips. The two meet in one point.
High metal noise. Sparks scatter in the dark night.
"Gu!"
Too heavy a sword strike. I can handle the fact that every body is about to be bounced. But still, the balance of the upper body slightly collapses.
No, no, no, get in position! Avoid, avoid, there's a blade to return... Coming!
"Whoa!?
Hat with wings to be flown. The sword slipped through his head.
Blink, sweat seeps out. Shit, I thought you were dead.
Distance each other once. Let the rider walk slowly, manipulating the reins wrapped around his left hand and drawing a circle.
Tension like a strain. Keep an eye on the enemy in an effort to see the gap.
There's no gap. What the hell, this father? How many?
More like this, physical and mental decay. Come on.
Oh, I want to escape. I want to escape asexually, but it doesn't work either...?
Yeah, stay. Become!
"Ha!
Make the ride run again. The wind winds up my dewy hair.
Distances from each other shrink again.
Moonlight lit up the conlat's face as it slid through between the trees.
"Become!? Stupid, are you...!
At the end of his eyes and nose, with a startling voice, General Hoover opens his eyes.
The movement becomes rigid. Don't miss that gap, I got a sword in my right hand...
"My lord!"
To a sad cry, I get annoyed. Looking back, General Hoover nearly collapsed off the horse.
For a moment, my head turned white. My heart is ringing so annoyingly.
Uh, did I... did I do General Hoover?
"How dare you!
The samurai and the others, the man of a look that makes you feel intelligent - is it a staff member? - He pierces this way as the man roughs his voice in anger.
The anger is real... But unfortunately, it doesn't come with arms. Discover the orbit of his swinging sword.
And he easily bounced off the sword.
"Gu!"
Man groaning. On his neck, he stuck his sword tip.
"We picked up the commander, and the victory and defeat were decided. Surrender clean."
For once, I would recommend surrendering... There is a flame of hatred burning in my eyes staring at this one.
Not very, but not the eyes of a man begging for his life.... I guess this was a futile persuasion.
"Don't look down, kid! Is there a Tabernacle or something that will take over the Commander and grow alive?
"Right. If..."
"Wait! I won't bother you! Look at the end of the Magna Knight!
Say no or no, a man who pulls out his hips dagger. For a moment, be vigilant, but the blade does not come here, but runs to the man's neck.
Blood scattered. The man slowly, collapsed off the horse.
"Hiya!
"Hey, what, these guys!?
Up at the same time, a confused voice. I am caught in that voice and look around me.
Just like the man who earlier harmed himself, the men who appeared to be the General's Tabernacle, the way they bladed themselves together, were there.
Make your destiny the same as your commander…? General Hoover's expectations are also great.
General Hoover is only a man of temperament known as a fierce general, and he is a stern man to his men.
As a result, there are few soldiers who want to smoke him. But from the ancient ginseng soldiers, he was a admirable general.
Because he's a tough general on his men, but he's tougher on himself than that...
Above all, he was a general who hit his men hard but at the same time loved them so much.
The soldiers who had been with him for a long time knew all about it.
Neither did I... I didn't hate him like that.
The battle on this occasion is over. But there is still work to be done.
... It's an unpleasant job, but we have to do it.
Let the rider walk to the side of the General's body. And as he slowly descended, he looked down at the General's dead face.
Would it have been careless, such as exposing a corpse in an exotic way?
Or maybe because it's about the general, he died shaming many of his men and blaming himself.
"... General Hoover, at least you don't have to be ashamed. Sir's defeat was too bad for him. But that's all."
It wouldn't be any consolation to tell you this...
Still, I couldn't help but put it into words.
Kneel beside the body. Pressing the General's head with his left hand, he puts the dagger's body, which he replaced from a long sword, on his neck.
After a moment of patrolling, he prepares himself and turns himself in at once.
And I severed my torso and neck.
I still feel terrible in my hands. My stomach fluids are refluxing and I'm going to spit them out. But if we don't put up with it yet...
Squeeze the General's hair with your left hand. And when he rode, he raised his rank high in heaven.
"The Fine Mercenaries' Konrat took over General Hoover. Ahhh!!
Deliver to the point of a thousand mares, and raise your voice.
The voice signaled the end of the battle.