Rain of arrows flying in with wind incisions.
Every time it pours, there is a scream. The Lord of Screams falls as-is and rocks the surface of the water with the sound of Bashan.
Red drifting out to the water late. It dilutes the color but extends its range downstream, dyeing up the water surface.
While the soldiers lay it aside, they never stop.
It's just that you move your feet diligently, praying that similar misfortunes don't come to you.
But despite the healthy dedication of such soldiers, the opposite shore to aspire to is too far away.
The body scratching the water and moving on is heavy, and above all, the forward population was stuck and unable to move forward inside.
Because the groups in the front row are particularly terrible and baptized by the rain of arrows.
"Get out, get out. Yeah! Retreat!"
I could hear such an officer screaming in the ears of soldiers driven by agony. If you gaze in your ears often, the horn does ring that means retreat.
The soldiers rush back the way they came, not left behind.
Forced crossing of the river in front of an enemy that we don't know how many times already ended up with a similar failure to the previous one.
One male officer walks through the line.
The person wraps his uniform around him without some gaps and stretches his spine straight like a wire. A faceless expression like a noodle on his face. And he wears glasses, which are still rare and luxurious in this world.
His name is Erich Schiller, Lieutenant Colonel Schiller.
He was a soldier who painted a picture of the seriousness of his life, all with his staff.
While he passes through the formations, all the incorrect soldiers accidentally correct their posture and drop him off.
So you can't be blamed and reprimanded for being lazy.
Lieutenant Colonel Schiller barely passes among such soldiers and takes them straight to his destination, the tent.
When he arrived at the tent of purpose, he raised a hazy voice that passed well.
"Commander Syrah, I'm coming in."
Lieutenant Colonel Schiller steps inside the tent with a word of no.
Within that tent was the figure of the staff members with a higher rank than he, and that of Admiral Maximilian, the commander of the army at the top.
Lieutenant Colonel Schiller still reports in a hazy voice when he is relative to General Maximilian while correcting his posture.
"Your Excellency, the withdrawal of the troops is complete"
"Hmm, how was the damage?
"Ha! We defend your strict orders not to make an impossible attack and keep the damage relatively minor. Specifically…"
"Good, good. If the damage is minor, no problem. Now, do you wish to be replaced by the Sixth Army of the Pig Lord?"
"... will issue a decree to the Sixth Army"
Lieutenant Colonel Schiller will close his mouth to the remarks of his superior general, General Maximilian, but the general's remarks have changed his mind and routine, and he has decided to listen to what he has just said about the problem - the call of Lord Pork. It is a wise decision.
Then, he returns his heel and exits the room from the tent in order to issue a preaching order as he spoke.
Admiral Maximilian opened his mouth as he dropped off Lieutenant Colonel Schiller's back.
"As per the operation for now? Well, there's no way there's gonna be a problem until the real thing."
The surrounding staff members nod at General Maximilian's grunt.
They don't break their spare attitude with a cool look, even though they failed to cross the river.
Yes, the Royal Magna Army has failed to cross the river several times before.
But that was only what was supposed to happen for the head of the Royal Magna Army.
That should be it, too. It is a lower measure among the lower measures, such as trying to make a frontal breakthrough without doing anything against an enemy who lays a formation across the river and waits.
It is only natural not to succeed so easily.
Then why do the Royal Magna Army repeat raids from the front?
Are you unwilling to try to crack things down?
… Even if I say that I will take measures, the measures to be adopted in such cases will be limited. To be specific, three things in general.
The first is the force push of forcible crossing of the river in front of the enemy. The damage just gets bigger and I don't recommend much of a downside measure.
The second is that while the main unit is catching the eye of the enemy, a separate unit crosses another crossing point upstream or downstream, and punches the sides or back of the opposing enemy army.
I might say this is the best way to get it right. However, due to the positive attack method, the enemy forces are naturally likely to be on alert and ready.
The third measure is to execute a forcible crossing of the river in front of the enemy and then lure the enemy army under the guise of defeat. Defeat all at once with an inverted attack on the enemy forces that attack across the river.
If we succeed, we can do devastating damage to our enemies in one breath.
But in a war situation where the Royal Magna Army like this one prevails, what a visible trap, I don't think the Army of the Arlnian Marquis will be hooked.
Now, which measures are the Royal Magna Army going to adopt within these three?
As things stand, the Royal Magna Army has repeatedly forcibly crossed the river in front of the first enemy.
Most of all, I have no idea, I'm not foolishly repeating the assault.
Firstly, since General Rutherford's Second Army opened its end of the war, the Royal Magna Army has repeatedly carried out assaults, replacing the Third Army of the Second, Fifth and Sixth Armies in turn.
By doing so, we'll give the soldiers enough rest.
Meanwhile, the defensive Army of the Arlunian Marquis had accumulated fatigue in the majority of its soldiers, while maintaining a minimum reserve force.
This is not impossible. Because the Horsemen, inferior in number, could not afford the luxury of keeping their troops warm.
The Horse Army's strength on the southern bank of the Trobo River is about 10,000.
In contrast, the quorum for one legion of regular troops of the Kingdom of Magna is 20,000 nominally. Though there is some back and forth, the real numbers are also roughly the same as the force.
In other words, the Horsemen are constantly exposed to attacks from enemy forces that hit twice their own forces.
No matter how many terrain advantages you may have, you will continue to have an unexpected war situation.
It is also natural for soldiers to accumulate physical and mental fatigue.
Never force an attack and repeat the attack with minimal damage.
Such an intention of the Royal Magna Army, in other words, is nothing more than to accumulate fatigue in the Army of the Hordes.
And as intended, fatigue accumulates at a level that cannot be ignored by the Horsemen.
Situation of war going according to the Royal Army's outlook. Derived from that fact, what is the future movement, that is -
"Chief of Staff Zweik. How are the enemy forces doing?
"Ha! We visibly lack excellence in our movements as a result of the Friends' offensive over the course of the day. I was wondering if I could see it as the ultimate in fatigue, exactly as it was maneuvered."
"Hmm. I guess so"
Admiral Maximilian gavels somewhere in a fluent voice, rubbing his chin beard in response from Chief of Staff Zweik.
But finish rubbing your mustache, or change the air that wraps around your gallery, and state your lesson as you unleash the majesty you deserve on your army commander.
"Gentlemen, it's not until today that I dance poorly. Tomorrow morning, we will show our true power to all the weak soldiers of Arlunia. Don't fail to prepare yourselves."
"" "" "" "Ha!
In other words, it must have been a major offensive that changed the war situation.
From the edge of the mountain, which can be seen black far east, the morning sun began to peek into his face.
Slightly leaking light is reflected by the surface of the Trobo River. Until recently, the world covered in darkness has turned to a fantastic sight of white and purple.
If it's normal, it's a sight that you'll accidentally fall in love with.
But a man who runs out of breath doesn't make that sight a one-stop shot. The man who rushed ahead was Beltran, near the side of Count Aveline.
"My Lord Count!
Beltran, without saying no, rushes to the tent, the bedroom of the Lord, Count Avrine, or raises an urgent voice.
"What is it, Beltran!?
Count Avrine raises his doubts to Beltran, who ran to the tent as he jumped out of his bedroom.
"Urgent orders from troops handed out to downstream crossing points! Separate units of the Royal Magna Army appear across the shore! That number, roughly 5000 extra rides!
"Finally here...!
Count Avrine leaks words to such conditions as accidentally, as he opens his eyes. Regardless of waking up, the drowsiness was completely blown away.
Downstream crossing point. That was the only point suitable for the army to cross the river, except for the crossing points where the two armies had previously confronted each other.
In advance, the Horsemen were alerting separate units of the enemy army and handing out 1,000 soldiers there as scouts and temporary stepping stones.
"Hurry up and send reinforcements to the downstream crossing point! The soldiers are... 2000, no, 1500!
"Ha! I'll send reinforcements!
"Hurry up! Never forgive a separate squad for crossing the river!
When Beltran nodded one, he turned his heel back and tried to get out of the tent. But like the beltran earlier, he is blocked by the body of a man who rushed over and steps on two feet.
The man who unexpectedly gets in the way of Beltran makes a screaming noise, however, without adhering to the matter.
"My lord! The enemy forces on the other shore have launched an offensive! Its size, the awesome momentum, not its previous ratio!
To that report, Count Avrine shook his body unexpectedly.
Understand irrevocably that the war situation, which was glued until yesterday, by the time it was electrically shocking, had moved at a tremendous rate.
Is this where it's supposed to be? We have to prevent it at all costs. But......
Count Avrine kicked out the idea that he was about to spend behind his brain by shaking his head.
"We're on our way, Beltran! Stop the enemy invasion at all costs!
"Ha!"
Count Avrine speaks up to Beltran in order to arouse himself.
And to inspire the soldiers, he stepped outside the tent.