Summoned Slaughterer

Before dawn, one, two, three, who came back from Rhone to Arosale with trolleys that the soldiers who had kept him waiting moved, fell asleep telling Oliga that he was on schedule for now.

While the lord slept, the Toono army, led by Alyssa, was rushing to prepare for the next operation. Some soldiers help evacuate the general public and many carriages loaded with household goods travel from the streets to Focarol to the countryside off the road.

Origa was moved that it was one, two, three who ordered him to move, Kasha was suspicious, and Alyssa understood without asking why.

"If you get urled, it's out of the way, and if you get involved and the number goes down, the tax revenues go down"

And, when one, two, and three gave their reasons, Origa was moved, and Kasha was convinced, and Alyssa was convinced that if one, two, and three were to say so.

It's a half-enforced move, but there's also the easy-going atmosphere of the soldiers, and more and more travel goes on with the excuse that they can't help it because it's in time of war.

Residents were accepting that there was enough room for such a child to remain calm, half-hearted by Alyssa's words to the residents, "I'll be back the day after tomorrow".

Some soldiers are still in their dreams because they were preparing for the overnight battle.

The soldiers, who are taking turns and continuing their preparations, are anchoring their projectiles to the rearmost vehicle of the trolley, arranged several at a time on two-lane rails. The trolley in front will be a tower and spare spear transport.

"Do you know the operation?

"Eh, if an enemy comes in the visible position, attack with a spear while fleeing with a trolley. Trouble magicians snipe as much as possible with ambushes. When we get to Focarol, close the gate and attack again with a spear."

Is there? and smiles softly at Alyssa, who looks up at Origa's face just a little taller.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like a problem. Well, I'll pick you up one, two, three, so get ready for the rest."

"Copy that!"

Carsha shrugged with a bitter laugh as she dropped off Alyssa, who was just running away.

"It's not like it was before the war."

"It's just“ pretending ”to lose. By the time we get back to Focarol, a significant number of reinforcements should have arrived from the King's Capital, and eventually the flow of Vichy's troops being the only ones to withdraw with fewer numbers is unwavering."

"You trust me."

I'm not talking about who.

"Naturally."

Kasha continues with a complex look on Origa's face as she snorts in a grumpy manner and walks out.

(Pretending, huh. If nothing, Atashi can still have time to discuss it with Origa...)

Until today, Origa and Kasha have had a little more chance to talk.

As always, Oliga has an unscrupulous attitude, but it is no longer completely ignored.

Slowly as this is, I also have a pale expectation that one day the two of us may be able to return to our free adventurers once again if we can get back to our original pattern.

When I was ready, the footsteps of horses and people rang from Rhone's side.

"Coming, coming!

A soldier of the Leading Army standing watch at the Rhone side's exit waves a flag and sends news of the enemy's interception to his allies. Upon confirming a signal of understanding from a colleague who was on the Focalor's side of the gate, the guard fled to the spot. He is told to go straight to the countryside and escort the refugees.

Naturally, I'm not willing to fight for my life at all. It is the Lord's role and pleasure to cut with the enemy, so it is unacceptable to deprive him of that opportunity.

By the time the watchmen left the city with such an excuse, one, two, three were royal and waiting for their enemies between the two trolleys on which the spears were set.

Sickle in the hand. He used a string to easily tie his hem and raised a knife on his hips.

On both sides of him, swinging copper in hand-held fashion, soldiers in trolleys set up spears to twitch now or now.

Vichy's army, slowing down and pushing through the deserted city, finds himself one, two, three, raises the decree and stops.

At this point, the Vichy army had collectively retreated to those who had fled the damage in Rhone and to the city to which they belonged, reducing the number to about 9,000. The same thing fuels Buell's anger.

At the beginning, Buell, wearing an armored helmet, snaps one, two, three across a fine horse.

"What a kid. Stay out of the way. Get out of the way!

Between just two or three words, Buell seems to have exploded in anger. At the end of the day, it is yelling.

One, two, three laughing at Niyaniya showed a brilliant thank you for stretching her spine.

"I'll see you first. Viscount of Orson Grande, say one, two, three to rule the territory of Toono"

"One, two, three, you!

"Well, apparently, my name's Vichy, but she's become quite famous."

Turning around, Oliga, who is on the trolley, returned "naturally".

The leading soldiers are laughing.

"What's wrong!

Even if Buell drinks heavily, one, two, three smiles won't break.

"I told everyone in a pre-war lesson. I put a plain mark on the enemy's general's forehead.

To the words of one, two, and three, the servants on both sides of Buell looked "bad" first.

The next moment, Buell's roar rose.

"Ki, you!

As soon as Buell tried to advance the horse, leaving it to anger, the copper portion thrown by one, two, three hit lightly at the tip of the horse's nose.

While holding down the surprised and rumbling horse, the trolley moves out and one, two, three jumps on and slows down.

"Go after him! Let him go!

To Buell's instructions, the moment a leading group of horseback riders, including a samurai, attempts to run a horse, one spear after the other pierces the horse, both horse and soldier.

"If you hit it right, increase your speed. Let him run for a while."

Origa and Alyssa convey the instructions of one, two, three seated in the trolley to the soldiers in turn.

Vichy's soldiers move forward desperately, pushed on their backs by Buell's voice telling them to chase them anyway, such as those who avoid the fallen soldiers and those who follow and fall.

The avant-garde of the army has a lot of horseback riding and Buell's rampage, which does not look at succession, opens up the distance between the guns.

Fished by a group of hard-working forward men, Vichy's entire army rushed forward, and as the tail exited the city of Alosale, a large number of spears flew from both sides of the street.

No rear group brings together soldiers in the chaos of an unexpected surprise raid, throwing down one fellow pierced after the other and fleeing to scatter.

By the time the spear stops, which focuses on the magicians who were solidifying in the rear, the magicians had almost been destroyed, Vichy's army had become about 2,000 leading horseback riders and 5,000 infantry/archers chasing them as they were separated, and the survivors of the rear had escaped.

The lead soldiers lurking on the side of the street as ambushes, after Vichy's army dropped them off after one, two, three of them, still have the role of cleaning up the bodies and disposing of the surviving enemy soldiers before picking up the inhabitants who evacuated them to the countryside.

"Who is it, you speared all the way over here on the other side?"

"I killed 100 people."

"I put three of them together and made them skewers."

The faces of the soldiers cleaning up the bodies with their bare hands have no sense of war grief or fear of defeat.

"Well, let's go to the village. And then the lord will do it."

Everyone on the spot agreed and started walking without even making a line.

"I wish they had laid rails on all sides of the village"

To them, the war felt like it was over.

"It's time to pass the example location"

To Origa's report, one, two, three just nodded.

Vichy's group following him is the group of horseback riders pulling the sequel apart completely.

Sitting on a rattling and rocking trolley, one, two, three, wearing an agua, sees the direction of travel with his back turned to chill.

"Wait! Fight with dignity! I'll kill you!

There's no way the Vichy Army has noticed anything else waiting for them, Buell, who comes after them with a vigorous summons on horseback.

Vichy Horse Riders had reduced the number of hits by intermittently released spears, but Buell wouldn't dare.

One, two, three, who had identified the enemy's position and issued instructions for the attack, noticed that they had gone through the planned position.

"Full Speed"

One word of one, two, three, Origa won't miss hearing.

"Everybody, do your best to move on!

With Origa's decree, soldiers with trolley steering wheels can help as long as they raise their voices.

"I'm the Secretary of State..."

'Cause I don't listen to one, two, three.'

When the gaze of Vichy Horse Riders concentrated on the speeding trolley, it was one of the samurai running beside Buell who caught the first trap.

The horse's forefoot stepped through the street ground. Shallow and small pitfalls, but horses who step off their feet fall easily.

Vichy soldiers who fall one after another and are trampled on later.

Buell hastily slowed down the horse's speed and led the sequel out to the side of the street, but there too are pitfalls available, dispersed in the grass.

He came after me for a while, Buell, but at last the horse collapsed and fell.

I also saw one, two, three trying to get up, so apparently he's safe.

"I'll be waiting for you in Focalo -!

When one, two, three spoke, something seemed to have been said back, but by then the trolley had gone all the way to a far away position.

"You can slow down. And then we wait for our enemies in Focarol."

At this point, the Vichy army drained the horses considerably, although infantry and archers remained many.

Buell, who decided to take a break once waiting for the rest, was angry that there were fewer soldiers to gather and scattered around.

Originally, many troops would have kicked through a small number of Orson Grande soldiers and by now they would have marched for Focarol in grandeur. That's what Orson Grande set on his own. Over here, after crossing Rhone's border, everything reverses Buell's nerves.

"You don't fight properly, you accidentally escape into a trap... how far are you going to make fun of me! Only that kid will definitely kill you!

It was a buel that was breathing, but even at this time, those who felt the danger that the magicians had fled or lost their horses, one after the other, had left and fled.

That makes Buell even angrier.

If you return home without achieving results like this, you will never be on the table again as a general who escaped without getting his allies together without fighting properly. It could be the feather of spending the rest of your life as a security force in a remote rural area.

Though I never had a chance to participate in a major battle, I can't even think about retreating without being able to fight for Buell, who is proud to have won a series of battles and built his position by force.

After a hasty meal and an hour's rest, this time we march neatly.

"Before enemy reinforcements arrive, drop the focarols! Start marching!"

While frustrated by the small pitfalls that occasionally take the soldiers' feet, Buell borrowed the horses of others and was burning in revenge as he blushed.

The reinforcements led by the Third Knights of the Pajos finish their formation as soon as they were waiting, and 3,000 soldiers leave the royal castle in the early morning.

The people were enthusiastically supportive of the soldiers on their way to save the heroic crisis.

The soldiers, who know nothing, were joyfully listening to many cheers and proceeding with their steps, but the faces of the Third Knights, who lead the soldiers and drive the horses, have erased their expressions. I can't even smile or anything with the contradictory task of "If you go as you aim, you'll fight that man”.

The head of this reinforcement was chosen because he was close to one, two, three.

The look on Pajo's face leading the way is also stiff.

"I'll be in a bit of a hurry."

"If you hurry too fast, the soldiers will be left behind. Originally close to the border and tightly guarded, there is no way that Focalor will fall right off. Don't be too hasty."

Pajo's face, sighing and forcibly laughing at Midas' voice going right behind him, is painful to watch if you try Midas.

"As long as you look like that, you wouldn't have to advise on such a measure"

"Not now. This is the revenge of Imeralia, and it's an operation to stop this country from being dragged into a muddy struggle."

"Okay, so get a little out of your shoulder strength. You're gonna get tired before you get to Focalol."

"... right"

Slightly slowing down, Pajo turned forward again and shut up.

Looking at that back in armor, Midas felt he couldn't see where this fight was going. In fact, Sabnak had been invited by this reinforcement but has declined. I promised to keep a secret, but the reason was that I was really not convinced why I would be hostile to one, two, three.

Because he is young, he probably looks more dazzled on that heroic side than on the danger of having someone with prominent power, even if he makes excuses, but he is also genuinely not convinced of one thing right now.

Young, which is why it is not Subnak but Pajo and Princess Imeraria who are dancing by a dazzling but dangerous sense of justice? Sure, one, two, three killed the king, but it wasn't that the king had no fault. We fought a war in this country, but the result is profitable.

Actually, isn't it Sabnak who makes the cooler and more accurate decisions than anyone else? Can't you open your eyes to the intensity of the words Kingslayer and War and take your steps in a dangerous direction?

(Maybe I should have talked to Sabnak a little more...)

Personally, I don't hate one, two, three things. But I also know how dangerous it is.

With a moisturizing stray, Midas heads to the battlefield with the other knights.

In Focarol, one, two, three were waiting.

Staring at the knife in the lookout, letting your chest bounce against your expectations.