Sweet Reincarnation

There is a street that runs from Count Ratesh territory through Baron Sargret territory to Baron Bouleback territory.

Its streets, known as the streets of Roccarat, are the most popular on the southern border of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Praurich.

In recent years, carriage movements have also been active streets in order to bring the traded goods out of the port town of Count Ratesh territory.

"Will the thief show up?

"Coming. The Lord Ratesh contacted me beforehand. I will definitely come"

I don't see that shadow now in the streets where carriages and passers-by often go.

Instead, although it is rude to say, it is the men who are currently in the streets that wrap up the atmosphere.

They are a coalition of Baron Salgret's and Baron Bouleback's.

Four and three cavalry, including the Lord, for a total of seven. Twelve and fifteen heavily equipped squires for a total of twenty-seven. In addition, there are ten mercenaries and about one hundred and twenty militiamen recruited from the territory, for a total of less than one hundred and seventy troops.

With a weapon in his hand, the cavalry was wrapped in armor and riding around him.

When it comes to what these fierce people are doing, it is a blockade of streets.

After banning traffic, all those who came were driven back and remained vigilant. He has also set up guards in three shifts, and has built a security net for his collision posture.

Seal the streets with strict vigilance, and today is the fourth day.

When it comes to why we lay such a security system, the reason goes back to the other letter.

Because the bandits who were rampant in Count Ratesh's territory were banished by the Count Army.

It was proudly circulated in letters, but many felt critical that the contents were not such things as banishment or crusade.

Among other things, the masters of the two barons' territories ahead, which would continue along the streets from Count Ratesh's territory, felt one another's need to take measures.

So we formed a coalition of interests out of unanimity, and it went hand in hand with a policy of annihilating the bandits.

Bandits chased from Ratesh territory were presumed to be travelling along the streets while attacking passers-by.

The coalition was convinced that a thief would appear at the exit of the street, where they planned to destroy the thieves, possibly now in formation there.

"Both of you. The sun has gone down. We have prepared a curtain hall, so please pick up dinner."

"Uhm."

If the army is close to two hundred men, the commander will need character as well.

If you are a coalition like this one, it is customary for something with a higher title to become the Supreme Commander to take command of the whole thing. This time, however, it is a union of the two kingdoms, and both lords are of equal rank in the Baron position.

It was not until the other day that we both lined up as chief commanders and took the form of issuing orders by deliberation, after much could be done to determine which would be the chief commander.

Interests often revolt around neighboring territories alone, and we don't even think about giving each other away to two lords, who often work with each other in trivial interests.

A curtain hall reserved only for glory.

It is a tent without a roof if you say what it looks like, but there is no mistake in setting up a formation outdoors. A lot of objects think that stands out as appealing.

Therefore, this sight was erected in the midst of two kinds of banners, and the two Supreme Commanders eat in them.

But you don't show up inside.

"Ruri. Perhaps he feared the beauty of our army, but what do you think of Sir?"

Baron Salgret moved his shoulders tightly to what Baron Bouleback called our army. but it looks like they decided to relay that it was their provocation.

He answers, chopping off the soft white bread and daring to eat.

"Aren't you going to keep an eye on things? He fled the Count with his enemies. If this one keeps an eye on the streets, we'll see what we can do."

Baron Salgret responding while eating things, this time slightly shivering the spoon for soup held by Baron Bouleback in his hand.

Calm down, sip the soup as I tell myself, take a breath and talk again.

"Then I can't help but do something like this. We have a lot of money, so we don't mind being in a long match, but that's not how it works."

"No, no, not to worry. Unlike this poor land, our land is fattening. Sir, it's time for nostalgia to get worried."

"Hmm. Our land is a historic land. If there is no tradition of some pop out, it will be shallow to be a nobleman, and storage will be scarce."

"You, let me tell you!!

or Baron Salgret, who kicked his chair and stood up.

In a sinister atmosphere, a man rushed into the curtain hall.

Both commanders asked the man who came in breathless, what was it?

"It's an enemy attack. Enemy has appeared more than by the street!!

A subtle time of night or day: sunset.

The soldiers also anticipated a fit when they were taken care of preparing their meals, at an exquisite time.

Trained soldiers. If the army consisted only of knights and squires, there would be full-time caterers and caregivers. but militias recruited by peasants and townspeople have no idea of the common sense of the army.

I'm not bringing a working man to take care of me. If we don't prepare ourselves, there's no way we're getting a meal out.

A man cannot live unless he eats, and a hungry man, young or old, a noble bitch.

Seriously, almost all the unfamiliar militias were distracted by the meal during a confrontation that hasn't changed for days.

The thief's hand attacked the resulting gap with a clear aim. It's also called smell. It hits the steeple precisely.

"Yikes!!

"Awwww!!

Screaming here and there.

If it were meant to be, the guardian would prepare the lights as a preparation for the night battle.

However, it was not entirely made in the subtlety of whether the sun set or not.

All the conspicuous lights are wiped out, and with time the darkness covers the perimeter.

Instead of being accustomed to night warfare, the militia, etc. had to flee in a state of panic.

I can't see where it's coming from. It looks hard.

A psychological state where everything that moves looks like a bandit.

Coalition forces with many unfamiliars, even if they are allies. We didn't need that much time before we started discussing each other.

"Why are you soldiers attacking us!!

"Shut up, Shiro. Can a monkey become a subordinate? Aren't you guys the ones who are attacking my soldiers!!

Originally, it is the role of the Commander to clean up such chaos.

As its commanders compete with each other, the confusion subsides, while the applause takes place.

And that confusion was on the other hand in favor of the bandits.

The head of that thief.

His first name is Helm.

His height is two heads bigger than a person's, and his lateral width is just a chunk of muscle to match it.

Hair that hasn't been washed at all is greasy and stretches unconstructively, and beards that don't even shave can be scattered all you want. A look that anyone can see at a glance as being like a bandit or bandit.

Originally the leader of a mercenary regiment based in Wang Du, he is a hand-worked man who has made achievements on many battlefields.

In light of the street blockade and after careful downchecking, the arm that commanded this raid is a brilliant word.

"Head, those guys that look great over there are stiffening up!!

"All right, kill those guys and we'll have miscellaneous fish later. You guys, hang up!!

"" Ooh!!

The experience of leading a mercenary regiment once gave him as much strength as he could possibly do with a regular Count Territory soldier, as he had done earlier.

Like this one, Helm doesn't give up, even if he's clearly unfavourable on numbers.

A carnivore, like when hunting for a prey bigger than himself, finishes with a clear shot at the steeple.

Whoever thinks of it, such as the steeple of the noble army in front of you, has only the noble commander himself.

In the confusion, Baron Salgret and Baron Bouleback were the only ones on their necks shortly after fleeing.

"We got the great nobleman's neck!!

"Whoa!!

In the right and left, even the commander was taken, so the militias and mercenaries fled at first sight.

It was the difference between a knight or a squire and a quick or slow hanging in the hands of a thief if they were caught and moraled by allies fleeing after becoming disadvantaged in numbers.

Where the coarse soldiers have been driven away, they will later be stolen.

Aristocrats, injured people who should be taken prisoner if it is a dispute between nations, are mere prey to bandits.

He gets stabbed in the stop without a shred of reluctance. That number is not enough fingers in both hands.

From the opponent you kill, strip them of their clothes, and thieves use knight armor, swords, etc. that seem to be available.

Not to mention the food, etc. that had been lowered to the waist, but also the copper coins, etc. that the militia had slightly taken away.

"Head."

"What do you say, did you have any food?"

"Damp. There wasn't much."

"Oh, Daiwa, you must have been feeding the pigs there."

A pig, it was a man who was commander on the noble side. We both have fat around our bellies.

All the splendid costumes were stripped off, men with no necks on top of them all naked.

The head kicked the head of the Lord of the torso with resentment.

"What happened to the other guys?

What the man cared about was that the number of people who were stealing didn't match the number of his men.

In terms of numbers, more than ten people don't fit. Not many, fewer don't match the number.

It may not be that a separate task force has been carrying out surprise raids in a small number of places, and the head, who knows the nobility's thinness well, exposes his vigilance.

Yeah, there's definitely a bunch of hipsters over there.

"What, were you even a woman?"

No one knows the end of a woman caught by a bandit.

Regardless, the chief himself, we were aware that we were also bandits as per that common sense.

If you deal with them like that, you can say it's suicidal to take a woman to the battlefield.

Because if you can flicker a woman in front of you, it's the bandits who have the morale.

Bandits who can't even go to a whorehouse because they can't stop by the city, have limited access points, but are therefore forced to abstain. It will strike no matter how ugly it is.

I don't know if it was even the guy who was bringing a woman while I knew it, but I don't know if I'd tilt my neck.

"No, that's..."

"What?"

"They're digging a guy's ass. Anything. I heard there was a kid with a woman."

"Goddamn it, you idiots. You don't even know if you're sick."

Poor victim would be someone brought in as a squire. In the case of a son of a family who serves nobility as a subordinate for generations, it is a common story to have a bandit opponent or a warcraft opponent as their first line of battle before they actually start to stand on the battlefield as a war.

Speaking of squire, noble men.

Helm didn't have anything to forgive.

"Let them cut it up in the right place. Pull it with a rope on your hips, and you'll enjoy it until you fall."

Already the area is filled with the smell of darkness and blood.

The only person who wants to stay longer is a madman.

Helm recalls that the cuts he started working bandit operations were also from such a stinking battlefield.

I look far away to see if it's been more than a decade now.

In a war in which he participated as a mercenary, he was distressed by the unscrupulous orders of a foolish nobleman, and abandoned after being pawned by a frying sentence.

After escaping with a crawling body, he was made a sinner on the grounds of escape.

My dear companions, the only possessions I had accumulated, and my lover were lost and alone at that time.

I can forgive you, or I can hold my fist.

"So, what are we going to do?

One of my men asks.

If you go through the streets where you are now, there is a town. but if you hit a place where there are a thousand people on a boulder, the resistance will also be fierce.

Baroness towns would be quite well guarded, and stone walls are often installed.

"Do you want to avoid the big town and go tell the village? If you cross the border mountain, you won't be able to help."

"What are you going to do with the village on the way?

"You've made up your mind. We'll take the whole thing."

Ahead of the head, Sir Liptauer's territory.

I hear there are only five villages in the story that it is quite a rich land.

So after the rough snatch, look further afield.

Far beyond the sight was the Knight of Mortairn territory.