He walks sickly as he sidelines the flowing scenery as he is rocked on the back of his beloved horse.
He mingled with the view and the blowing wind, and heard his leading men.
"Squadron Commander, there it is!
Raising his voice was a newcomer who had just been assigned just before the expedition to a cavalry squadron for which I was squadron leader.
The rookie, his name is Loran. Loran was pointing his finger at a goal that began to look farsighted, with a voice that could not hide his excitement.
My squadron, the task assigned to the unit that took my name and called Ardler Squadron, was a scouting mission.
The squadron, consisting of 150 light cavalry with an emphasis on speed, had been engaged in reconnaissance in the direction of the march since the recent pursuit on the Trobo River, ahead of a unit that would invade even more deeply into enemy territory.
Whether you're lucky or not, the squadron was ahead of you deep into enemy territory without ever encountering the enemy.
Naturally, there is no damage to the troops. Most importantly, none of them are capable of war...
But that's also until yesterday.
Some of the squadron's leading men said they found something “outrageous."
Whatever the hell that “outrageous thing” was, I didn't get the guidelines in my subordinates' awkward reports.
I didn't get the guidelines, so this is how I run my horse to see the real thing.
As much as it is utterly lamentable.
But to observe from the degree of excitement of your men, that must be a serious discovery.
That's how I hit it.
... If I didn't think so, I could say I couldn't have done it.
Gradually, the distance to the goal decreases. It was still far away, but it could be seen that it was like a camp laid on a hill.
The discovery of the enemy is certainly important...... What does this excitement of my men mean?
Distance to shrink further. So, I feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"... yeah?
I still don't get a good look at the whole thing. But something was different, I felt so vague.
Make your horse run even further. Finally, we approached a position where we could clearly see what was going on.
I finally stop loving my horse's legs.
"... it's definitely something."
Hills, across their multiple hills, what a huge beauty. A variety of tents, large and small, are set on each hill.
This is a big deal. It is not a faction of the size you see inside.
However, the size of the main army of the Horsemen will be nearly 30,000 troops, according to an intelligence staff estimate of the Royal Magna Army.
Even though inferior to the Royal Magna Army, it is large enough to say. Then it is only natural that that faction should become massive.
So there's no reason to rate it "outrageous."
Is that a horse fence? Besides, on the outside of it is the moat...?
Ardler gazes and observes the enemy formation.
A fixed fence surrounded the perimeter of the camp, and at its outer foot would have been artificially dug, an empty moat stretched out.
Sometimes a fence or other simple defense can be used to protect the faction from enemy assault.
But there are limits to that, too.
Anyway, the fence and moat surrounding the position. On its exterior, fences and moats are also installed to surround them.
And it's not one or two. One, two, three, four... They are stretched out so many times that they can't instantly grasp the total number.
Even Ardler, who has had quite a bit of battlefield experience, has never seen such a sight.
Plus that doesn't mean it's over.
That pathologically, it seemed to Ardler. Pathologically, the stretched fence and the inside of the moat soar to the point where counting is a hundred million hijacks.
It's not over yet. Now it's outside. Countless scattered horse rejection spears there.
No, thank you. That's not all.
"Hey, let's get closer!
"What!? Oh, are you getting close over there?
Rookie knight Loran raises his bare voice.
I don't know what it feels like, but it's not something a knight would raise such a pitiful voice.
In fact, Ardler's eyebrows moved pickly. Nevertheless, it did not appear to have reached the point of raising his anger.
Only one Loran raised such a voice to the boulder, but several of the servants have not been able to hide their anxious expressions.
"Don't worry. We can't get close enough to reach the arrows."
Follow your men and slowly approach enemy positions.
"Squadron Commander, this guy..."
One of the servants, Sergeant Lee, swallows his word butt. Daiwa, you wanted to tell me it was a pain in the ass.
Ardler also agreed.
Massive, whether it's a giant mole or not, does it live in Arlunia?
Such a nasty question passes Ardler's head.
There was a hole dug in there where every man could fit nicely.
Ardler peeks into one of those holes as he lowers his horse.
An indication, where a pile of wood with the tip pointed like a spear, is centered.
... a pit. But it's also troublesome to be dug like this.
Ardler has bitter feelings.
This pit, it's not under any guise.
Normally, there wouldn't be a dummy falling into this.
Except in wartime, though.
Soldiers in battle act in dense formations. It's hard to stop one of them, or bypass a hole.
Besides, if you do that, it will inhibit your overall behavior.
Assault on the enemy formation, its march will be slow and distorted.
Ardler gave up on his predictions like that.
But it is in front of my men. I seem to have tried not to put it on my face.
We're going back. Report to the main unit.
Right next to the enemy formation, you can't even slow down.
Because we don't know when enemy cavalry units intended for scout hunting will come out of enemy formation.
Ardler decided it would be a hassle to do so.
They begin to return to their original path under the direction of the Squadron Leader.
And when I got far enough, I stopped the legs of the horse and looked back at the majesty of the enemy formation again.
"... it's like a fortress."
Ardler groans with a potpourri.
The grunt was something that gained some purpose.
Yes, if anyone familiar with the military in the same world as Shizukuishi saw this position, he would have thought of a certain word. - Field castle, and.
field castle, it is a defensive position constructed by engineers.
Installation of obstacles, fences and trenches, iron strip nets and mines to interfere with enemy manoeuvres.
There are still no shadows or shapes in this world, such as landmines, on boulders...
Also install fire points and protective facilities to destroy approaching enemies. They are built at a point that takes into account the firepower orientation to the proximity path.
Since there are no guns and so on, bows and arrows and so on are the main types of firepower used here.
Build them, forming effective positions for both attack and defense. It was, exactly, a simple fortress built outdoors.
In Japanese history, there is a theory that the battle of Nagashiko, which was defeated by the Oda and Tokugawa coalition forces, is the germination of this field castle.
Of course, even before that, it would have existed if it had been smaller......
In this world, on the other hand, as Ardler's surprise suggests, the object of a thorough defensive position so far was unprecedented.
Then there is naturally only one human being who brought in that concept.
"Is this also the work of rumored witches?
Loran spoken in horror that way.
"Don't be stupid, Loran. There is no such thing as a witch. It's just that there are a few wise men in the enemy army."
Ardler says it back that way with a body like a heartbroken.
Of course, that attitude was intentional.
Soldiers are often obsessed with superstition.
That would always be to put oneself in an environment of death and neighbourliness.
I don't care if their superstition of belief is a plus for the military.
For example, if you value riding, you don't hit wonders and arrows.
That's because the horse is running me off the track of an arrow to protect my husband. and so on.
But superstition that lowers the morale of the military cannot be definitely spread.
"Come on, don't be an idiot, report to the main unit. Look, if you're a brilliant staff member, you should think of a breakthrough soon."
When I say it in such an easy-going voice, the chatter is over and all, Ardler speeds up the legs of the horse.
Ardler Squadron rushed out the road to the main unit for a report.
"Good for you, Lilka Mouse? Even if you miss enemy scouts."
"It won't be a problem. The information that the scouts have brought home will soon be known when the enemy's main unit arrives."
To the inquiry of the contort standing right next to him, he returned it as such.
In the first place, how do we chase them?
I see the direction the enemy scouts have left.
Until earlier, the scouts of the enemy, who had been slightly in front of the main formation, were already distant to unseen distances.
"And the enemy would have been surprised, too. Look at this position."
"I guess so."
A well-built defensive position. The beauty can be seen at a glance.
"But that's why I'm worried."
"Worried? What the hell?
I looked up at the face of the neighboring contort.
"No, I can't believe you're really going to attack this position.
A grinning contort, talking like a joke.
……………………
Sure, if you're not so stupid, I can understand the danger of attacking this position.
This field castle cannot be attacked from here.
In other words, wait for the enemy to attack. If you attack me, it means nothing.
But it should also be hard to get through here and head to Reebra.
There are two problems, even if it just comes to mind.
One thing is that it forms a defensive position in the form of blocking major streets.
It's not impossible to attack from other routes, but it's still tough in the big army.
The other thing that is hard to imagine marching with an enemy army behind your back.
During the march, there is a risk that we will be slammed in the back, and most importantly, it will undoubtedly raze the supply route.
There is no reason for us to miss the enemy's 36636; heavy forces.
Still, if you think of a realistic way...... Right, I guess we'll split the army up.
Let a single army besiege our defensive positions. Another army advances to Libra.
Well, that's a realistic way to deal with it.
But if you try to stop the main army of the Hordes, you will leave quite a few troops here.
Will the only remaining troops let Leibra fall?
Again, I would have to say tough. At least, it's definitely going to be a long fight.
Then there's no problem.
My aim is to nail the enemy's army to the front line.
Whether we stare at each other here or in a different form, I hope that purpose is fulfilled.
Of course, speaking of greed, I'd appreciate a reckless force attack on this defensive position, the enormous sacrifice made by the enemy army.
Well, Konrat's right, I guess it's hopeless...
"Nothing like that, no problem. I mean, that's how you know it, right?
"Come on, what do you think? Unlike you, it's not a good idea to snuggle."
Conrad to make another joke.
At all, the time for the showdown is approaching...
This energetic weather can behave like energetic weather, you might say, a big guy.
But turn this nerve upside down. My mental health is not good.
"Don't be silly, be sure! I'm sure!"
Basin, basin and, to clear your frustration, slap a fool on the back.
"Ouch, ouch! What are you doing, Lilka Mouse!?
When I ignored the protest, I turned my heels and walked out.