Sweet Reincarnation

Sir Casserole-Mill-Mortellen and his belly-hearted Shiites.

They both have a lot in common.

One is that we think of each other as best friends who don't hang each other up.

Or in that you are in your current position with lots of honors and rewards, overlapping your medals on the battlefield from the lower end where you also have trouble eating.

And the biggest similarity is the talent said to be one in 10,000. That you can use magic.

Casserole's [instantaneous travel] is finally famous, but the magic of Shiites' [far-sightedness] is also known with two names in order to hide from it.

Shiites became a subordinate of Casserole because he himself realized that his magic was geared towards support, but it was late. I'm not at the top of the list, but No. 2 is right for me. And my husband who makes the most of his abilities is casserole, he said.

In fact, on many battlefields, these two tugs have had unparalleled results.

"Admiral, it's not good."

"What?"

Twenty minutes for them to run on two horses.

From the main village (Honzon), the bandit-like thing that was a far-sighted point approached a clear distance from which they could see, and there they saw something very good.

From thieves without land exploration, etc., it is Shiites' strength to see it unintentionally, even though it is a distance that cannot be seen under any circumstances.

"Oh, my God, those guys, the knight collapse is my head. Five horses. That's a good horse, too. The riders are used to a lot of manoeuvres. You're preparing for a raid."

"How many thieves?

"Ten, twenty… fifty-six. No, seven. A few of them have a line."

"Over fifty is as expected in advance, but it's still a lot"

Knight collapse, defined as a nasty enemy on the battlefield, is a disdain for a mercenary cavalry.

Horses. If it is also a military horse where people can ride and overcome fright in tune, it is also versatile when it comes to various battlefields, and mobility and breakthroughs are impeccable soldiers. Become a so-called cavalry.

Horses are faster and more powerful than people if they run for more than people on a daily basis, making them a mass mass mass of hundreds of kilograms in front of the enemy.

Depending on your application, you have the strength to kick ten or twenty enemies in a single ride.

If you think that people can't resist a lot and get bounced off into a light car rush, you can be sure.

It's rare for a soldier to be so troublesome from an enemy because he dies just because he's trampled on the leg of a horse.

But it is inherently difficult if not quite economical to feed a horse for yourself. There is no way that food can be eaten in more quantities than human beings, and if it is to be treated as a military horse, it can be fed with weeds around there, and it needs dedicated leaves, feed, or extensive pastures and grazing land.

Training is also needed to teach horses, which are originally cowardly animals as the traits of herbivores, not to move into loud noises or intense bumps, and to maintain them.

Approximately, a normal farmer can live for about a month in silver currency conversion, but military horses need three to four silver coins a month on average as maintenance costs.

Nobles are also given the right to tax in order to feed this kind of thing.

It's impeccable as a force of war, but the horse is the one whose gold flies to maintain it.

And I refer to a mercenary who can prepare a horse like that on his own, and call it a knight collapse.

Riding is a skill, and a cavalry mercenary who can prepare a horse on his own was often “in the right position" than spending money on maintaining the horse.

You think what was originally aristocratic fell, that you earned a medal and reward for bravery as a mercenary, and that you are a handyman held in high treatment by wealthy merchants?

Or he's a big earned, massive bandit and he's an executive...?

In any case, there is no doubt that they are the ones whose main business is to draw a line with those who have fallen into banditry by eating them down. Quick story is strong.

At that point in time, we can see that the bandits that are attacking us are far from “normal”.

I knew it at the time the Counts failed their crusade, but it looks like a pretty horrible bunch of people.

"But... we don't seem to have much food in our possession."

"As for this one, is this what you expected?"

"Thank you."

As far as Shiites can tell, a few of the bandits obviously have luggage.

If you have heavy looking luggage and see the wind tied to each other with stringy things, you can guess that you are using the villagers caught somewhere as badly as slaves. They, their end of the road, are exhausted and wild to death, and sooner or later they will feed the wild dogs.

You can't even get a busy meal, and when you're done, it's time to die.

Shiites and Casserole snorted silently at each other, wondering what would make their families and companions that way.

Guess from the amount of luggage you carry, the food is precisely for two days. Enough difficulty for a thief to decide to attack at night. At least, I can assure you, I can't afford to see what's going on for a couple of days. If I could provoke you successfully here, it would have been the first mistake to stay in the night.

In that case, on top of the short-term showdown, the Mortairn territorial army with land prospects will be in the best position, even more so: the defensive battle, and we can also see a victory when it comes to poor peasant conscription in terms of quality and quantity.

Shiites, don't be late.

"Who are you talking to? Admiral, hurry so you don't get an arrow in your ass."

Two horse shadows rushing to compete.

By the time the evening darkens even darker and the book of the night already begins to descend, we'll be together.

Two shadows melted in the wilderness, where there could be no street lights or anything else, and where no fire was ever set ablaze.

It was not until slightly after that that that the bandits realized the sound of the running horseshoe.

The sun also went down. We're going to multiply the shade by the night and attack the village and take away the women's food and money. Along the way I was ready for that.

He who improvises and erects a rusty sword. Or spears of age objects that you don't even know where you picked them up on the battlefield.

While the weapons varied, the response was quicker than that of a poor mercenary regiment.

Smell the martial arts, two horsemen jumped in among a group of bandits and others who showed a rash attitude.

One horse threw several stone crushes, and a second horse cut off some of the people who sheltered their eyes and faces from the flying debris. The thief shows fright in a rough ambush without a full name.

Leaving about two crushed screams behind, like when he slammed the bird to the ground, the horse ran through the group.

The head of the thief, etc., sees its vibrancy, and perceives that it would be the knight of the samurai.

Even if we look at the advances that did not force us to stab the stomach and made it a priority to rush through, we can tell who excelled in riding skills and horse tactics.

"In front of you, there are only two of them. I licked it. They didn't imitate me. The next one will be here soon. Stand up for the spears. Look, never get out in front of a horse. You're gonna get jumped and die."

Flying instructions from the head of the thief.

That was a very precise instruction against the horseback assault.

Casserole and Shiites, who had returned the horsehead and were about to set up another assault, had to give up their rampage to their good hands.

The two converse in a voice they dare hear as they bite their teeth at a thief who is even more handsome than they thought.

"Admiral, no. I get skewered like this. You're no match for this number. Stop scouting and turn back to the village."

"Do you? Hurry up and get out of here. We'll set up our defenses. We need to let the villagers know the thieves are here!!

A horseshoe tries to stay away, leaving behind a weak statement that doesn't seem like a brave man who ran into a group in just two horsemen.

The bandits, being properly trained, are avenged.

Hearing the weak words, they decided they could fight, and those on horseback chased them without even hearing their heads stop. Those who are caught and not on horses also rush.

In the heads of the thieves, there was a buckwheat that they could carry out a night raid before they were allowed to prepare their defenses poorly now.

The market is that it is a well-known person who can ride a horse. There should be no number of poor villages like this one, because it will be hard to feed the horses.

If there were to come a man who had both ridden in the raid, the village must be a crowd of the UAE without any commander.

It was natural for a thief to think so.

If an ordinary country lord was his opponent, or even a place like the knight's territory that was attacked earlier, the decision was correct.

The thief's miscalculation was that all the Mortaire people were cramps that could be described as leeward formations. And there was, in a sense, the strongest “conductor” in the village where he was supposed to be away.

"Admiral, fire arrows are flying in."

"Pais did it. By purposefully making a conspicuous imitation... you mean inviting."

"Then you're going west. If we go east, we'll vandalize the fields."

"I don't know what you're up to, but that's..."

Two fast legged horses.

The thief who followed it had no choice but to wave up the sword of battle (sword).

If we try to bandit them, we don't know they're already ready, so we're trapped in the common sense that it's better to follow them into the village as they go, rather than being able to drop off the two horsemen here and get ready.

The werewolves were the winners of a raid on the casseroles before the thief's reconnaissance arrived.

The two escaping heads have quite an alignment of leg speed. We breathe together, and we have all the footprints.

Against, there are five cavalry chasing. The speed of the feet is fragmented, but behind it is a group of fewer than fifty people running towards the village. Of course, the speed of running to each is fragmented.

As we approached the village, unknowingly the thieves were in a formation close to a row of columns.

When the two horsemen of Casserole and Shiites redirected the fire arrows to the signal.

It was only natural that the thief moved so that he could not see well ahead in the dark and was caught in the chase.

As a result of those who were running in a row toward the village, they changed the direction of movement laterally. They have taken the form of a "horizontal” view of the village.

"Let go!!

With a young voice, it rains countless stone debris. Suddenly, the bandit who was hit with a hard chunk was confused.

Massive stone throwing, from the flank that I wasn't even aware of.

Besides, it flew to my head and horses like I was aiming.

Inside, he even throws a burning cloth ball at me. Whether the oil was being planted or around the moment it hit something, sparks splashed.

"Next, let go!!

Even when it comes to stone rubble, from thumb big ones to cobbler big ones.

A lot of things rolled in front of me, but there were more than that.

My skin will be cut if I hit them with a big thumb, and if something big hits my head, I will lose consciousness easily. It goes without saying when it comes to fireballs.

It could also be described as a defensive instinct that the thief stopped aggressively and tried to defend himself.

Continuously showered stone rain. Several people are unconscious with large stones in their heads. There was also a man with a fire running around his face. Even the horses burst out so as to applaud the confusion, and even the seriously wounded who are trampled out.

"Just kidding!!

"Lick me like a stone!!

But the bandits on the boulder were quick to bring it back if they were to throw stones.

Abandon the rampaging horse and mount a rampage toward the village.

It will reward the villagers with wooden spears where they entered the hollow to cross the dust and tried to cross the fence.

Considering the number of stones thrown, there is no doubt that the majority of the leading forces are in front of them. Then this is where we stand, and the thief hangs out.

"Ugh!!

"Ouch!!

Screams heard here and there. Unfortunately, that proportion is more of what goes up from the inside of the fence, one way or the other.

Thieves are like people whose business is to kill people. In comparison, the villagers, it is only the farmers of the farming industry who plow the soil.

Weapon difference. No hesitation. Get used to killing people. They all led to disadvantage for the villagers.

Gradually, there begins to emerge from among the thieves those who overcome them.

One of them.

Among other things, a man of good stature beat off the wooden spear of the villager, and even cut off his shoulder mouth, and overcame the fence.

"Hey, call me from the guy who wants to die!!

If you look closely, it was a human being called a knight collapse.

The sword in your hand is well maintained, unlike the rust floating around the rest of them.

Now is the time to stain the blood, but it must have been struck by a blacksmith with a sawdust arm.

A thief who also wields a sharp two-handed sword inside the cleavage.

The man, who would undoubtedly be the leader, the peasants and so on around him will not even be opponents.

One man, who was flown like a wooden end, rolls around involving the inhabitants who were fighting beside him.

We can destroy the main force and now we can do whatever we want.

I broke the fence, and from there, I broke the formation and nothing at once.

And the thieves looked like them.

But the farmer hasn't panicked as much as I thought. And the head of the thief realizes that there aren't as many people as he thought.

On the contrary, for some reason, my men suddenly roll out over a certain point.

"What the hell is going on, huh?

A head who places his sword slightly inclined and rests on his shoulder, walking unconstitutionally to those who roll even daringly.

Even if you're freaking out about this extent, the Bandits' heads won't be served.

In an attempt to ascertain what is happening, the man knows the cause without trying.

I literally understood “with that body“.

"Whoa, it hurts, it's hot, what the fuck is going on!!

A burning fever and pain that runs all over your face.

I roll to the ground unexpectedly, but there were men there who rolled and complained of pain in the same way.

In intolerable pain, what the head saw was the appearance of a little boy.

"Marc, Lumi, I'm going to throw stones again to buy you some more time. Hit it!!

Pretty, silver-haired boy who would look good with the word.

When the boy and his head's eyes meet. The head of the thief understands that the child in front of him is causing this suffering.

So much so that I could see it, because the boy's eyes were calmly looking at himself.

"What the hell..."

The face is already burnt to the ground, words I heard as severe pain strikes me to breathe.

It was cold and calm to return.

"It's not a big deal. Precisely, I just [transcribed] your buddy's injury. I've had a hard time finding good salt plum injuries."

"Become, maybe a wizard"

"Yes, that's what the public seems to say"

No, a sober word. Finally, he received a swinging large stone in the back of his head, and the head let go of consciousness.

I didn't know a wizard was hiding in such a neighborhood, but I didn't have a scratch.

"I think I got hit in the head!!

"Goddamn it, back off, back off"

For a bandit, he has control.

That's what Pace thought when he saw the guys starting to retreat from being hit by the head.

"Well, you can't get away with it."

In front of the boy, there was a sight of his father and his friend taking western gestures to exterminate the muddled thief.