Summoned Slaughterer

The battle in Focarol began before noon when the Vichy army slowly approached us in a formation that spread wide.

In the middle of the army, a buel on horseback stares at a tightly closed focarol gate.

The gates of Focarol are made of huge, heavy iron. It was created by Full Plus on the instructions of one, two, three.

The walls surrounding the city also focused on the Vichy side and were raised from a traditional height of about two meters to nearly three meters.

"Get ready."

Without losing sight, Buell ordered.

Orders passed among his men, and the infantry came out before Buell one after the other and aligned themselves.

In this world, the basics of a city attack were a very simple method of warfare: hitting a large number of people and destroying or forcefully opening the gates, and those unable to enter the gates overcame the walls. Though a significant number escaped, Buell, determined that there was a sufficient battle power difference until reinforcements arrived at the enemy, without surprise hitting an infantry, chose a measure that forcefully broke through the gate and remained avalanche, saying that the high walls could not be crossed.

"Tortoise..."

Full plus specialty metal gates slowly began to open before Buell finished ordering his voice.

"Well, did you choose to surrender knowing the number of disadvantages"

But what showed his face through the gate was something enormous, not a surrender messenger, but a projectile about three turns larger that had killed many Vichy soldiers.

The gate stopped when its giant spear thrower opened wide enough to protrude the spear. It's loaded with a spear that's thick enough to call it Marutai.

Spears ejected with a low sound called gong approached Vichy soldiers drawing radiation rather than a straight line, taking several lives rather than stabbing them.

"Hey..."

To the appearance of a giant weapon that he had never seen, Buell forgot his orders, and watched Marutai roll all over red blood right next to him.

A spear thrower is drawn into the city in that gap, and the gate is closed again.

"Whatever..."

Seeing a flying blunt weapon, Kasha was stunned, as was Buell.

Next to it, one, two, three and Pulfras confirm the results.

"I thought it was too heavy?

"There was a limit to how much and everything"

Instead of being forced to launch, they were talking relaxed when they saw Marutai, who had finally arrived at the enemy without being able to make various speeds.

That's a so-called prototype, and to the Dwarves' suggestion that if you turn it up anyway, it'll also be powerful, "Well, why don't you make it?" and it was the result of one, two, three giving permission.

"That's a failure. Put it in an empty warehouse later."

"You have no choice. Let's see what we can do to improve it."

Not knowing that Buell was feeling amazed, he decided that neither one, two, three, nor Pulfras would fail.

The dwarves involved in the creation at Nolinoli descend from the front line with a giant spear thrower tied to the rope, whilst spouting their views on what should not have been done and whether the calculations were wrong.

Alyssa came running toward one, two, three so she could be replaced.

"Mr. Twenty-Three, as I was told, the residents were temporarily evacuated, but were you good there?

"That's okay. More than that, the play Dwarf wanted is over, so I'll leave it to you later"

"Copy that! Take care of yourself, Mr. One, Two, Three!

Alyssa gives the soldiers the following instructions as she runs around.

The closed gate was hung with three iron cannulas. It will not be broken unless it is used even by a fairly broken castle hammer.

The walls with height are scaffolded inside so that they can be sniped with a throwing spear weapon from the narrow space (sama) in the upper lower section. Instructs them to take turns to rest every 30 minutes, per spear.

Approximately fifty people at a time had a system that kept them speared uninterruptedly in two alternations.

The finishing touches shall be carried out by one, two, three.

"Welcome to Focalol!

Climbing twisting over the gate, one, two, and three clapped their bread and hands for attention.

"I'm ready to welcome you guys from afar. I worked pretty hard to make it look like this. Taste plenty."

"Open the gate and come out! Play fair and square!

Buell, angry at the words of one, two, three, replies with his throat just crushed, but as Buell's story continued, one, two, three just pulled in.

Vichy army soldiers either burn in anger or are frightened by how Buell is doing to Buell's voice, which twitches across the gate, but inside the gate, no one listens to the words of the enemy general.

The face of the Toono Army, who knew the battlefield before and what was about to happen, thought it was a failure to get this far aboard one, two, three provocations, like other HR. Not with swords or sticks, but with a dispensed weapon to turn back attacks and ambushes from a distance, and a complete victory is only a one-sided ravage of war.

Don't kill the Admiral.

"It's okay, 'cause I told everyone exactly"

"Then I'll leave the decree to you"

"Okay! Attack, everyone!

One spear after another is ejected by Alyssa's decree.

The descending spear pierces Vichy's soldiers and mass-produces the bodies.

Something that goes instantly with the people in front of you.

Something that grows a spear in your belly and extinguishes it.

Buell, who is kept alive without being targeted as ordered, rushes to issue a decree of assault, but is targeted from what he tries to rush out.

Many more who turn their backs in fear also became spear feeders.

Some hide in the corpses of their fellow men, but the spear momentum with which Dwarf has made improvements is strong, and if it does not hit the bone, the body for one will penetrate slowly.

The Vichy army, still forced to push by the difference in numbers, slowly but packs the distance.

"Pressure! Attach it to the gate and you win!

Buell doesn't question that he won't be targeted, anyway, he's raising his voice and wielding his sword.

Vichy soldiers, who are shot one after the other and come forward as they step over their falling companions, mount to the gate as soon as possible anyway, trying to escape this hellish space.

Corpses and seriously wounded roll throughout the streets, and the infantry that leads forward, the soldiers with bows, are covered by arrows. Although the arrows are sporadic and not very effective because Buell does not give instructions.

About two hours after the start of the battle, Vichy soldiers, who were forced to suffer unilateral losses, were still scratched and reached the gate, waving swords and sticks in their hands to avenge their allies and striking down the gate.

One, two, and three flashed their faces, as the sound of Gong Gong rang out of tempo in multiple ways.

"Ugh... should I have put it on cushioned material too?

Next door, Kasha stands with her ears blocked. I'm next door as an escort to one, two, three during the battle, but I didn't have a job and I was out of hand. Vichy's army will eventually withdraw if it remains unilaterally drained, as was well known from one, two, three.

That doesn't make me take advantage of the magic equipment of transmission entrusted to me by Pajo. I was going to get lost and ready, but Kasha also thought it would be better if the operation itself wasn't executed.

"Dear One, Two, Three"

Origa, who was directing the soldiers who were away at the Lords' Palace, came.

"Looks like it's time for reinforcements to arrive from the royal castle. According to the scouts, the Third Knight commands reinforcements."

"Right."

"Scouts? Were you scouts on the Royal Castle as well?

To Origa's words, Kasha raised her voice.

"Oh, depending on the timing of reinforcements, this move will also change.... Is it inconvenient to have scouts over there?

"Yes, no, you don't have to go that far if you're on your side... no, never mind"

A glimpse of Kasha wandering off, one, two, three head near the gate.

"I'm gonna kill the guys who mounted it at the gate."

Climb the scaffold and climb up the gate again.

Origa tried to stop it because it was dangerous, but here she was told that if the enemy broke through the gate, it would be over, then she would help herself, and then climbed over the gate after one, two, three.

Kasha also tried to continue, but was ordered to wait for one, two, three that were narrow and not possible because they were not originally able to climb.

One, two, three look down from the top of the gate, about 10 Vichy soldiers are desperately beating the gate with their weapons that won't even waver.

"Shut up."

One, two, three take the sword out of the dark magic storage and stroke the carotid arteries of the Vichy soldiers precisely.

With the blood that blows up, the gate gets painted red.

Let's cut off Vichy soldiers' arms and legs with the wind magic that Origa has also trained to lose and lure the men one after the other into the abyss of death.

Oliga is excited about the exuberance of the battlefield and the fact that she has not fought shoulder to shoulder in a long time, releasing magic as a delight where arrows from the Vichy army descend.

The scattered and repeated chants have already shortened to their limits, with successive blades of wind mowing the lives of their enemies.

The first full-scale defense battle, also meant an appeal to the one, two, three next door, obsessed with killing the Vichy soldiers swarming under his eyes, and when he looked up, Oliga couldn't react to anything, even though she could see an arrow that would surely follow the course that hit her.

For a moment, when I felt time stretched out, a shadow covering her body breaks into my sight.

When the sound of Don was heard, Oliga said that the sound of an arrow hitting the human body was surprisingly twitchy, and the thought was directed towards the day after tomorrow.

He returned to me in pain when he fell straight from the top of the gate.

"Ouch...... what about the arrows? Who, ah, ah..."

You wouldn't have had to think if you were calm, such as who was in a position to shelter yourself from the arrows flying in at that time, but you couldn't stay calm with that look in your eyes.

"Hi, Dear One, Two, Three!

One, two, three, who received an arrow on his shoulder and also covered the origa from the fall, was falling to the ground with a surprise sweat as he exhaled in a rough breath.

Everyone who has witnessed it on the spot is astonished.

Of course, Kasha is no exception.

"One, two, three!

"Mr. Karsha, I'll take care of this place, and I'll take you to the hall and treat you! Mr. Oliga fell, too, so come with me to the hall!

To the two wolfish women, the youngest Alyssa speaks up and gives orders to the soldiers to continue shooting calmly as well.

"Oh yeah, we need to hurry up and treat..."

Or I thought this might be an opportunity to contact Pajo, but if one of the arrows had stabbed him, he would have been cured with one, two, three high-end healing pills, naturally considering what happened when he treated Alyssa.

Kasha asks for about two soldiers to carry one, two, three on a doorboard removed from a nearby house, and he lends Oliga his shoulder. There were no visible major injuries to Origa, but she had a terrible twist on her ankle and could not seem to stand properly.

The front line, which dropped off the top two, was propped up by a sudden confusion but skipped the heat that Alyssa didn't look good on.

"Look, aim and shoot me!

"Ri, got it!

The leading soldier, slapped on the back, holds on to the hurry and targets the next enemy.

The soldier, resting in turns, wrapped his tongue around Alyssa's temperament.

"Secretary, you're calm."

"'Cause that one from Mr. One, Two, Three, it's an act"

Not Mr. Origa, but Alyssa says.

"... what?

"One, two, three, look at the opportunity and pretend you're going to get hurt, because you're actually going to pull into the hall with the right scratches... Ah!

Alyssa panicked when she had a hell of a story.

"Wow, I forgot! One, two, three, if you get hurt, they told you to go after the enemy general! Go after him, kill him! Stop shooting for a while when you hit it!

"Wow, I get it!

Buell, who had not been targeted all along in the battle, was dignified in his appearance as he commanded on horseback. A few spears pierced him there almost simultaneously, and Buell held his breath without knowing what had happened to him.

The Vichy soldiers, who saw the general collapse about and fall off the horse, noticed that the rain of the spear had subsided at the same time that they could no longer hear the sound of driving themselves to their dead place.

And the soldiers without commanders chose to retreat, not attack.

The soldiers, who were swarming in front of the gate, also walk away from the gate at first sight when they saw the allies behind them escape.

"Then open the door and half of you will join me in driving the enemy soldiers to the border! Clean up the rest in front of the gate!

Alyssa's command prompted the lead soldiers, who had not followed their heads to the end of the battle lightly, but Alyssa told them they had to push back before the residents of Alosale could return to the city, and they began to move complaining that it was a tight schedule.

Residents on Vichy's side had temporarily moved to the square in front of the hall, so none of the residents had been told that they had driven Vichy back.

As the injured lord came in charge there, the area around the hall was noisy, and a loud cheer was raised at the announcement of the arrival of reinforcements (if any) that were tattered.

The pajos, who faced an unexpected welcome mood, but just before they stepped into the city, they realized the magic fixture they were carrying had made a noise and shattered, and their faces were stiffened. This is news of one, two, three crises from Kasha.

Combined with entering the city and the inhabitants telling each other that the lord was injured, Pajo decides that one, two, three is badly injured, and leads two-thirds of himself as a force to the hall, with the rest under Midas' command.

"Vichy's, please"

"... ok"

Drawing away the people, he dropped off Midas, who would run his horse to the gate on Vichy's side, and Pajo turned to the Knights, telling them to get off the horse and pull out their swords, and ordering the soldiers to surround the hall so that the people would not enter.

I was anxious about the situation, which was going too well, but I told myself not to miss the opportunity while I was afraid, and I stepped into the Lordship Hall where there should be one, two, three with my people.