- Hundreds of wins are not the best.
It is best not to fight but to yield men's soldiers.
It is a passage of his grandson.
Exactly.
Any big win is bound to cause more damage than it is a battle.
Then, if we don't fight, and we can achieve our war purpose, then we've never crossed it.
If you ask me, everyone understands.
Nothing, it's not hard.
However, the brain-muscle soldiers pursue the destruction of enemy forces and glorious warfare, making it impossible to even account for such simple damage.
Let's do it this time. The belligerents shouted loudly for a showdown.
Of course, such an idiot silenced him without question.
Let's sort out the current war situation.
The destruction of each of the enemy's eastern armies is complete. but the center of the enemy, in the meantime, retreats.
Unfortunately, I allowed him to rendezvous with the enemy western army.
My troop strength is slightly higher than that of the enemy.
The number of combatable soldiers in your own army is 26,000. In contrast, the enemy army is 28,000.
Well, too little difference, it's like an error.
If so, then our Royal Magna Army will definitely prevail, which will prevail in degree of practice.
That's why the belligerents, I guess, have a rough nose.
Damn, idiot. Really, military people are just stupid.
By the time it becomes clear, the Royal Magna Army will prevail.
That, as a common perception of enemy allies.
Then you don't have to fight anymore.
'Cause, right?
The purpose of this battle is not the destruction of the Army of the Arlnian Marquis.
The aim is to put the former Medes Frontier Belt Territory in our hands, contending for possession rights.
Don't put it on again.
One of the principles of battle is the principle of purpose.
The principle is to clearly orient the objectives to be accomplished by military operations.
For war purposes, it is Kitin and, before war, it is ordained.
And I don't get a rash on the way. If we don't protect this, it will be terrible.
That is evident from the history of war in the past.
Okay, I mean, what are you trying to say?
That's no more time for war.
Let's get to the negotiating table.
And to facilitate the negotiations, the fabric stones were being struck at the beginning.
In a scenic plain area, the two Magna Arunya armies face each other.
Of the two armies opposite it, just in the middle, a tent was set up.
That was the negotiating place, set up this time.
The representatives of the Kingdom of Magna are General Rutherford and myself. It is accompanied by several other escorts.
The Arlunian side......
"Long time no see, Witch Hall. Looks magnificent and above all."
"Yes, it's been a long time, Sir Avrine"
Oh, I really miss your face.
Count Avrine. Within the kingdom of Arunya, a man of fame as a militant nobility.
And in the former war of liberation, he is the most friendship Arlunian nobleman.
As a matter of fact, I was sending envoys to Count Avrine at a stage when my participation in the Southern Front was decided.
Even when it comes to smuggling, I haven't made that many unscrupulous requests.
Like falling back here, for example.
With that said, you'll just be ignored by boulders.
What I asked for was an easy one.
He wants us to do everything we can to ensure that a negotiating seat can be set up as soon as possible, if the battle welcomes us to a good position and becomes a negotiating stage.
That's just it. This, even for Count Avrine, would be less psychological resistance.
Besides, if you take my request, inevitably, when it comes to negotiations, the formula is high for that negotiator to be Count Avrine himself.
I would have worked with that intention as well.
Needless to say, it is more advantageous to put it on the negotiating table than outside the mosquito nets at the time of the negotiations to secure its own interests.
And well, that's why the Army of the Arlnian Marquis promptly attached itself to the negotiating table to this formal request for rapprochement.
Greeting me, and General Rutherford, Count Aveline looks back behind her back.
"Go ahead, Sir Mayering."
From behind Count Avrine, loosely, the old nobility of Yoboyobo appears.
- Marquis Mayelling.
A great nobleman who is the gatherer of the Arlunian gods.
... or was he still alive, Grandpa?
"Admiral Rutherford, and... the Witch Hall, thank you for your time today."
"Yes, then, into the tent"
I escort Sir Mayering politely, in a spirit of respect for the elderly.
In the center of the tent, a long desk.
And across it, on both sides, seats are placed two at a time.
When all four of them took their seats, quickly, I opened my mouth.
"A troublesome abdominal arts is a waste of time. Let's go straight ahead. We propose harmony to your country. It's not a surrender recommendation, it's just a proposal for harmony."
Count Avrine nods one thing.
"Naturally. We haven't lost yet, and we retain enough strength to just keep fighting"
Count Avrine vomits such, heartless words.
Well, this is like style beauty.
We haven't lost yet!... So forgive the demands. Not really, don't say impossible things.
That's how it is.
"Of course, I understand, Sir Avrine. On the occasion of harmony, our demands are only one. It is your country's recognition of the former Medes Frontier Territory."
To my words, the Earl of Aveline and the Marquis of Mayelling look at each other.
Putting aside a beat, the Marquis Mayelling nodded small.
Count Avrine turns this way and opens his mouth.
"It's a tough demand inside. Hard to admit as far as we are concerned. but so, if you don't have to shed any more useless blood... Good. Let's try to persuade the other lords, me and the weather."
"Thank you"
I bow my head gently.
Count Avrine strokes his jaw, overlapping words even more.
"I'll check now, is that really the only request?
What I said was such a caveat.
I don't know.
ownership of the former Medes Frontier Berg Territory, such a thing is a natural demand.
earliest, something like a prerequisite.
Plus, they're gonna make some kind of demand.
Think so, you must have come to this negotiation.
That would be as comfortable as eating a shoulder watermark if there was nothing there.
Or maybe I felt creepy.
"Yeah, that's the only request. Oh, it's just..."
"Just?"
Sora is here, just to say, Count Avrine, who shows vigilance.
"Not a request, but one favor. As a matter of fact, we start a certain business rather than this. I'd be happy to promote it in your country."
"Business?"
"Yes, a repatriation support service for soldiers who have fallen injured on the battlefield and are no longer able to return home on their own. I think I'll be flexible while changing the treatment and price to suit the nobility, officers, one soldier, and each identity. Hehe, don't you think it's groundbreaking and humane business?
Both the Earl of Avrine and the Marquis of Mayelling will have the same look that chewed up the bitter worm.
Whoa, whoa, what's going on?
Such a nice, yes, humanitarian business?
Nah. Phew, I thought it was a nice business indeed.
Yes, from our nostalgia.
No, it's really nice. Lots, lots, and lots of money.
Yes, we, we started the ransom business.
Thank you to all the people of Arulua who have been taken prisoner.