Summoned Slaughterer

It was in the name of Count Aspirqueta, who leads five hundred armies, and all eight other noble principals led soldiers brought from their respective territories about beneath them as commanders of the same rank.

But it is actually the fifty tangled men named Occión, who are seated as generals, who command the soldiers. The nobles below the Count are following from the rear, even as they scold the soldiers.

He strokes his short pruned burnt brown hair and Occión on the horse is in the front row of the queue.

"If it's true, there's no use fighting like this."

"General, that's..."

To Occión's little whine, a side-by-side deputy looked around without hiding her impatience.

Anything else, it doesn't seem to reach anyone's ear.

"Be careful. It involves the morale of others."

Occión snorted at the lieutenant, who looked out for him with his face.

"Well, you don't need morale. Five hundred people in, and quite a few battles follow on their own. Horlant's soldiers are not so strong as long as they attack magically"

"I see."

"But. Bad timing. Why now, and without His Majesty's permission, move the soldiers"

Occión previously belonged to the Royal Castle's direct national army, but has a background pulled out as the head of the army by the Earl of Aspirqueta. He had still been transferred for less than three years, and both his deputies were only three months face-to-face.

Similarly, the majority of recruits were hastily assembled, with each of the soldiers in the leadership leading a few recruits to treat them as squad captains. It's like there's no control.

"I heard an acquaintance of Wang Du that the previous match against Holland was Big Venus where one Count Toono rode into Holland Central alone to take over the Wang Prince."

"Yeah, so Count Askrupieta is said to have formed this alliance with a view to giving it the effect of lining it up or going over it"

Occión had put up with wanting to beat him up against a deputy who just told him how it was going. Apparently this deputy is intoxicated by Askrupieta about what she likes.

"If that's what you think, you can learn from Uncle Toono and go single undercover"

"Such a stupid imitation, the Count couldn't have done it. Besides, by inviting friends like this, you don't have to imitate that you're the only one who's proud of your work. It's the result of profound thoughts."

"Stupid imitation, huh?"

From me, both of them, Occión thought.

Occión has never met someone named one, two, three. I just heard the rumors I hear, and I only have the image of a fierce man as if he were in some hero's story.

However, although it did produce results and was also heard, the stories I heard about soldier operations were very informative. I'm talking about less than half my age, but one way or another, I can't believe I'm talking about my age more than the effects of the war.

I wondered what kind of guy he would be, and once I met him and wanted to talk to him, the deputy got something slapped in the ear by his graduate.

General, we'll be at the border in no time.

"Well, then, no."

"What?"

"Not for long, no. At this rate, you'll see the border in 15 minutes."

The report was to be accurate, and Occión gave instructions to tell the Counts in the rear just before the enemy was picked up, just in case.

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One, two, three were single, riding horses and aiming around Alyssa fought Barzephone.

A solo solo with a selection of sunhorses, one, two, three, which left first thing in the morning, had reached the scene before sundown.

Looking around, there are traces of black blood everywhere.

"Around here?

It is getting dark one foot before sunset, with the forest covering the perimeter of the street.

When I smelled the air, I felt faint beast odor in the dark green smell.

"... I don't feel any signs, but..."

One, two, three, did not pull out the knife, but took one hand sword out of his nostalgia. Carefully sharpened to stab deep, it's a cross handed backsword.

Keep your eyes closed with your back sword in your right hand.

"... there!

Twist your hips and strike your back sword into the bushes on the left side.

"Aaaaaa!"

It was Barzevon who jumped up the backsword like a bullet with a growl.

"Wow, you've been hiding well in that giant"

One, two, three cleverly pulled out the knife, avoiding the Barrzephone, which attacked him to cover himself.

A long arm has stretched out onto the back of one, two, three, but with a flash of unwaking, he cuts ahead from his wrist.

"It's not like the knife won't go through..."

Barrzephone picked up his fallen wrist as he roared.

Before one, two, three are watching, making a guttering noise and pressing the wounds against each other, the bones quickly connect and the wounds block.

In the meantime, Barzephon remains gazing at the face and sword of one, two, three.

"As Alyssa said, you're certainly the guy who was the knight of the castle. Your body is getting bigger, but your face hasn't changed much."

One, two, three looked up, and Barzephone's eyes grew grim.

"You know what I mean? That's when I appreciated you. I fled kickingly when I found out I couldn't win. He was a big guy."

With his left hand with gloves on, one, two, three point to Barzephone.

"I don't know what happened, and I'm not interested."

The knife in your right hand remains slippery and lowered.

"You fight until you stop being human. Now let's have fun till the end."

"Gaaaaaa!"

At the same time as the words are finished, Barrzephon, whose wounds are completely blocked, takes a long foot, approaching the sight of one, two, three in just two steps.

It's the first time, but the fast right hand is swung through, but it doesn't hit one, two, three.

"Let's kill him all over the place to try"

Cut his flank as he passed by, flipping himself further and breaking his ass.

"Aaaaaa!"

One, two, three take a distance against Barzephone, who wields his left hand into the dark cloud. In the meantime, the wounds block.

His gut was spilling, too, forcing him to push in and block the wound.

"I see, this is troublesome"

A sharp spinning kick of Barzephone caught the side head of one, two, three, but relayed with his neck slammed across.

Sharp toenails scratch and tear earlobes.

One, two, and three flipped backwards, shaking their legs out further, falling down from their backs and crushing them.

Barrzephon, who falls after raising the earthen smoke, loses sight of one, two, three for only a few seconds.

One, two, three, that was enough.

"How about this?

The knife, struck down by one, two, three from the upper part of the large section, captured precisely the center of Barzephone's face and beat it nicely to the left and right.

Baruzephone, cracked from neck to top and flowers open, had his eyeballs popped out in the impact and spilled his brain plasma.

Still, that gaze captured one, two, three.

"... Phew."

One, two, three, wiped the knife with a pocket, but did not do the naked knife.

"It looks like we can still play."

Both hands of the blurb and trembling Barzephone pressed the cracked head from left to right into the force.

"That's right, that's fine. I let the war go and I came here. I'd love it if you worked so hard."

Some of the spilled brain chopped a thousand and fell off, but while I was pressing it with Gujguju, my head completely connected.

One, two, three stepped on his face and pushed his popped eyeballs into him.

"I knew it was a good world, this is it! Long live fantasy, you'd think so, wouldn't you?

But one, two, three leaned his neck, laughing.

"I don't know what to do. It's a trick to defeat an immortal opponent in a boulder, not anywhere in martial arts you know."

Standing up slowly, Barzephone in front, one, two, three were thinking of a way to kill him.

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"Everybody, let go of the spear. Don't hit the enemy, drop it in front of you."

"Don't you guess?

Listening to Ma Kalme's instructions, Count Billon's decree, which remained beside him, put the question to the mouth.

"This time, it's not about killing enemies."

It's stupid to do that to five hundred opponents, Ma Carme strokes her beard.

"After two simulations, retreat with all your might"

The crew, who listened accurately to the instructions, mounted two on each of the five firing devices.

"You still have quite a distance..."

A slightly audible cry and vibration conveys the proximity of the great army as billowing.

If it's a regular bow and arrow, it's not a usable distance yet.

"Fire."

"What?"

Next to a baffling transmission, spears were fired one after the other from a lined spear thrower.

Dan, and the spear that made the noise and popped up fell potpourrily precisely in front of the leading group of enemies. Two of the five pieces are piercing the ground.

"So far away..."

"Ready for second shot...... shoot!

Then the five shots fired also struck the ground in front of the enemy army, and one broke unbroken.

I hear cursing and laughing from enemy forces.

"All right, enough. Retreat! Give up the spear, but cut off the string so you can't hit it!

As Ma Kalme ran towards Holland with a transmission, the rest of the crew also severed the strings attached to the spear launcher with a knife, which followed.

From behind, you can hear enemy troops grinning again, but Ma Kalme and the rest of the crew run without worrying about dew range. The decree also took a horse and ran outside the street. The route is explained in advance by Ma Kalme.

Running desperately for about a minute, he reached the Holland border.

"The five of you attach to the spear, and the rest of you get a welcoming attitude as planned!

"Duh, what are you going to do?

"Well, watch."

In front of the border, piles about thirty centimetres high are struck in several places, during which the crew builds one rope after another.

The pile and rope can be seen to be thick and sturdy, and there will be no breaking even if the horse kicks.

"So, aren't they soon to be seen by the enemy?

"I guess."

When one member of the crew told him he was ready, Ma Kalme told him that the crew who were working would also be ready for the spear.

(You hook a horse with a rope and punch a spear in it? But in that visible rope it gets crossed...)

The decree, stirred up by anxiety and frightened by sweat, calmly saw Ma Kalme looking in the direction of the imminent enemy.

Light atmospheres like those of earlier disappear, and serious gaze seems to be constantly moving fine to grasp the whole enemy.

"... Coming!

At the same time Ma Kalme was convinced of something, screams began to rise from the rear of the enemy army.

"You're here, Count Billon's army."

"But the leading group is already so close..."

In a long line, enemy troops attacked by the rear approach the border further up, where Ma Kalme waits so that they can be driven away.

The knights belonging to the region on horseback protrude a few rides for the spear the most.

"Oh, the guy in a hurry for kung fu is the easiest to fit in"

As Ma Kalme shrugged, the leading horse jumped over the visible rope and fell as-is.

The knight is thrown out and rolls all over the earth.

"What the hell..."

"This side of the rope lays sand. No problem if you walk normally, but if the horse sticks through your front leg, you'll break it."

None of the knights can rise and fall one horse after another without being able to deal with it.

Though he was desperately crawling around out of fear of being trampled on later, he was unlikely to make it.

A knight who notices the sand slows down, but is sniped by a spear and dies instantly.

"You don't ride many horses. And then there's the nobles in the rear."

Sometimes it's an army of stopovers, and I guess there aren't many people themselves who can ride horses, Ma Kalme was precisely discerning.

"And then there's the massive infantry."

The running infantrymen press with blood eyes so that the knights can be thrust up from behind, without mind the knights being hit.

There were some who were leading the rope, some of them hooking their legs and falling, but they stepped over it and walked further down the sand. Moving fairly slowly, but the pressure of the big army approaching Guigui is considerable, and Ma Kalme is also beginning to sweat on her back.

"Ya, don't you punch in a spear?

"Not yet. Look."

At the end of the sand, a soldier with his foot on the hard ground gave a relief expression for only a moment, but the second step becomes hell.

"Huh!?

It's a shallow drop that just deceived me by putting sand on the cloth, but there's a lot of numbers, and there's a sharp, pointed scrap of iron in the hole.

If it's about the shoe the average soldier wears, it penetrates easily.

"Ouch! Ma, wait..."

The soldier, who crawls with blood from his feet, disappeared into the dust after being trampled.

Then again, the soldiers fall by stepping through one trap after another, and their rate of progression is slower than walking.

"Right now. Shoot!"

With the decree of Ma Carme, the spears are struck one after the other.

"Keep your aim on! Ignore the fallen guy and aim for the healthy guy over there!

With enough momentum to pierce the two at once, the spear pours down one after the other.

At this point, fifty combined knights and infantry are either dead or incapable of combat.

"Gu Bu!?

"Ahhh."

The soldier, who saw his colleague die skewered next door, did not happen to try to change direction, but the pressure was still strong from behind, falling on his back and being trampled to death by his companions.

"Get out of the way! I'm running away!

"Don't push me, you idiot! More and more from behind..."

"Shut up!

The argument becomes a beating, and those who try to pull their swords out of each other but off the battlefield also start to come out.

"Back off! Back off!

From the horse, General Occión raised his anger.

"You just saw the range of the spear! Get your distance now!

The voices that had yelled at my men for years sounded good.

The frenzy calms down somewhat, the flow stops when the message was passed on and even forward, and the twitching begins to retreat.

"It would have been attacked by Count Billon's army from behind. Check on the counts. When you calm down, flip over and hit the enemy from the rear, so if the Counts are safe, take them off the street and tell them to let their allies through."

"Ha!

The deputy came home to me with Occión slapping him in the back when he was moving into the situation.

"But the enemy in front of me..."

"The fact that we've trapped so extensively means we don't think about launching ourselves. You don't have to worry about it."

Drawing the soldiers off and dropping off the deputy who headed backwards, Occión tongued again looking at the Horlant border.

"I had a bad feeling."

The numbers were overwhelmingly in our favor, but I never thought I'd be attacked from the territory of the same country that was supposed to be on my side. More than I could have imagined, the Queen seems angry at the actions of Count Aspirqueta.

"Will you give up the Holland attack? But who would be the proud opponent for breaking Count Billon's army here?

Stuffed, Occión was biting his back teeth and beginning to think about running away where appropriate. Even if all the soldiers from Count Billon's territory have come out, there is no doubt that they are still advantageous on the number. Until we lose to the soldiers of Byron, I don't think.

"All right! The enemy won't shoot unless they get close! It doesn't even reach as far away as an arrow! The real enemy is behind us. Everybody turn around. Turn right, grab your weapons and run!

But Occión hadn't noticed yet at this point. Why did Ma Kalme drop the first spear in front of the Occisions to show it?

If something called a telescope had already been invented, we might have seen the Occisions turn around and Ma Carme giggle. If I saw that, Occión might have reconsidered it, too.

But all the rebel groups had already turned their backs on Ma Kalme.