Sweet Reincarnation

"Enemy, we're retreating."

A report was received from a decree stating that the total withdrawal of the Royal Siri Army had begun as a result of a thorough ambush on the rear army.

Probably a stomach that turns back to one of the occupied forts to get an attitude in place.

But in any case, victory is victory.

Those who were hunted down to the end barked with all the power that remained.

"Wow!!

"You Luttrut guys, you know what we do!!

The army of the House of Huberleks, beaten scatterly and drawn to the territorial capital, was full of creation but delighted that they had finally rewarded him with one arrow.

Regardless, I know where this feat is.

"Thank you, Lord Mortairn, and all of your history, for your help."

"It's only natural to help the Hubarek family as friends."

Once the enemy pulls, a man from the Fuberlek family, who was commander of all armies, comes to greet the reinforcements headed by the Mortairn family. He looks like he's got a load of shoulders down somewhere, but that would be the case, too. If the walls had not been guarded, his safety could not have been guaranteed.

The reassuring look on the part of the man who protected the last line.

It is natural to receive greetings on behalf of the lead problem children of the Mortairn family.

The head of the Mortairn family, who was the main source of reinforcements, has been evacuated to a safe place because of his injuries, and is the only person in this room to act as the Mortairn head of the family.

There is also merit in using one measure to repel enemies, many problems but many handles. No one disagreed that he greeted him on his behalf.

Even if I were there, I wouldn't say anything more than noble nobles don't pinch their disagreements.

"Thanks to you, I picked up my life. I sincerely thank you. But I'm afraid your father was injured. If that's what we can do, say it."

"My father is ready for more than just standing on the battlefield...... I appreciate your concern. Do me one favor."

"What is it?"

You helped me until I damaged your home. Most of the impossibilities are meant to be heard, Huberlek Borderline Uncle Lucas asked.

In common sense, do you want me to pay for the treatment separately from the reward, or do you want me to give you the right to be worthy of the damage? Even if so, I am prepared to respond in good faith.

Most of the time, I can't shake my sleeve without being told to pay for a large part of the territory as it is being encroached on. In any case, I just want to hear how many bills will be turned first.

Young people who anticipate common sense demands.

But that prediction is betrayed.

"Then I'd like to borrow your house's remaining troops and supplies. And I want you to keep all your military rights, including future reinforcements."

"What is it!!

Lucas wasn't the only one surprised by Pace's offer. The same was true of the southern valves participating as reinforcements.

Depositing military rights means leaving all the life and death to you. We can't help but be surprised because it means we leave our own leadership just like others.

"Lord Pastry, I'm sorry to pinch your mouth from the side, but I don't think you can give that stuff to anyone else. Depositing an army with others is a serious decision, including the danger that you will be harmed by your own army, at least from your common sense as an aristocratic principals. If you're in need of an army, why don't you just be the chief of staff and get your opinion through as a matter of priority?

"Then you can't. As a matter of priority, then you can't. It doesn't make sense unless you have to do everything."

Uranta's common sense opinion is summarily dismissed by Pais.

"At the very least, I'd like to know what you do and how long you'll be in command. Sir Lucas-Huberleck, I believe, is the same."

"Sir Bombino is right."

"Hmm, so is that."

Deposit all military command with your nine-year-old. Not to mention that, while the Great Army is likely to push back again soon.

Normally, snorting at this is a madman's business, but it can't be applied to common sense or anything like that only in Pais.

Just to find out, Uranta sandwiched her mouth on behalf of the bewildered Lucas. Serjan and others are watching silently because of the smell of politics.

"What the hell are you going to do?

"Lord Lucas hears strange things, too. What humans who deposit their military rights in times of war do is always fight and win. Nothing more, nothing less."

"If it's a victory, didn't you just mention it? By Lord Pastry's measures, it is a great victory."

With less than a tenth of their power, they defeated more than 10,000 enemy troops. When it comes to victory, there can be no more satisfying battles.

Yes, Uranta and Lucas thought, but Pace shakes his neck to the side.

"It's a laugh. You're such a skinny worker, and you're not going to talk about being overjoyed that you won and lost. First, it's not like we've reduced the number of enemies. If we can get our attitude in place, we'll push again soon. In that case, it would be more overwhelming to lose the main force over the absence of the borderline uncle, with inferior morale and troop numbers. You can't even say you won this. At least we can't call it a victory if we don't do enough to take back stolen territory"

Confident Pace. Those eyes had determination.

I know a hundred things about him and the insane demands of giving him command. Still, there are circumstances that hurt my esteemed father and Shiites, my acquaintance from birth, and I cannot remain calm. There is also a tattoo that you don't have to hesitate.

I didn't feel like weighing myself. I'm just stopping by to give you command.

The face of the Mortairn family watching this is the face.

It is common sense of the Mortairn family not to have ears that Pace hears at times like this.

"The Admiral is also seriously injured and can't move until Mr. Shiites, but our young Admiral is still going to tease us of something. It's just evil. You look so creepy."

"He's a rough guy."

"I really think I made a mistake."

"The enemy doesn't have to be scared. That young lady's face looks scared."

I hate the faces I'm used to these flirtatious kids' insanity, but they look different to Borderline Boy Lucas.

Heroic child. Be my sister's fiancée. Young English genius. Joon-young, who also asks the name of a genius. Such a masterpiece was spoken in a confident manner. There must be some kind of outrageous backing of confidence, I thought.

"Sir Mortairn. If I were to deposit our lives with you... no, I would. But it's also no longer an indispensable residual force for our family. I can't afford to lack protection. I want you to wear as little as you can."

"Wear and tear? That's a useless worry. There's no need to damage a single soldier with that level of miscellaneous fish opponent. Let's just have a look at it. You'll soon find out that your worries were worrying."

How Pais is totally unreadable about what he's thinking.

Lucas was frightened by the fox.

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Lulut Border Bergered was marching to the occupied territories biting his remorse.

No, it sounds good when it comes to marching, but if you want an objective view, you lose.

The soldiers were walking fast in a situation where the food was also refined only for about one night. In the evening, we all move our feet in a two-beat rhythm unchanged from the crisp. I don't even hate the smell of burning or sweat from all over my body, I just hurry and walk early. While resenting the fact that a great human being is on horseback.

"You did it."

"I thought with another breath I could stop the roots of Fuberlek's breath, get rid of the Mortairn pests, and give guidance to the Kingdom of God. It won't stay inside. God sees how much he likes trials."

Faces on horses spill stupidity. If I didn't, because the curse was about to leak. While I can do it in bad shape, I can still say I can afford it.

"There are several fortifications ahead. If the three teams of Earl Voline, Count Pauleau and Viscount Angelsia are each defending themselves with two thousand gestures, I was wondering if we should pull you that far for the first time, prepare your army and try to seize the rear capital again."

"Mm-hmm. That was on my mind, too. Where is it from here?

"You must be at Count Voline's. At this pace, we'll be there in less than a day."

"Then let's go there."

Lulut Border Uncle had a great deal of strength in this invasion operation. He crushed the Huberlek family by citing his total strength and had a must-win when he absolutely won. Because we were finding ourselves in an extremely unfavourable diplomatic and strategic situation.

The Fuberleks, the enemy, have steadily consolidated their diplomatic scaffolding with the support of the Duke's family and have even won the skirmish militarily. There was no way to enhance the strategy. moment by moment and disadvantage, a situation to be called Jiri poverty.

That came to pass. Challenging the showdown between living and dying, he hired a wizard with a broken treatment, numbered soldiers with conscription that was quite impossible, generously offered profits to neighboring territories to make soldiers, and worked out a close operation with an excellent staff. I gathered the supplies without thread on the gold, and the mercenaries did the same.

For what it's worth, it began with a victory in the field, electrically stacked a series of victories and hunted down the Fuberleks to the territorial capital.

I have a feeling that I was interrupted by just one more push.

But if you look at the status quo, you'll never be pessimistic.

We are only well prepared, and we have secured a supply route from the country to the occupied fort. There was also enough defense to convince me that even Mortairn and Huberlek could not collapse.

Where we lost our food on the first battlefield, if we reach the fort, we can attack the territorial capital again.

If you look at the overall war situation, the extent to which what was ten to zero went nine to one.

"There's nothing to panic about. If the commander panics, the army will be upset."

"Yes, you are."

Borderline uncles are also people on the battlefield. I also know a little about soldier airplanes.

A few moments if it's just a horse. You can reach the fort in just over half a day if you hurry without rest, even on foot. The nearby opinion of looking at the spare time and a day is correct.

"Order the whole army to stop, take a break once."

"Are you sure? The possibility of being pursued like this..."

"Stupid. The enemy is a widow. It's important that we step back. If we can afford to chase you now, until we pay you back. More than that, I'm afraid to keep them rushing and get variations due to differences in health and feet. I don't think so, but where the formation stretches long and thin into a long serpent, it can be an ambush on the flank. They have Mortairn. There has been an ambush with a few people before. Prepare yourself for dozens, maybe hundreds of surprises."

"Okay."

Lulut Border Uncle also made a prudent decision.

Fast and two weeks until the main unit of the Kingdom of God pushes over in the Great Army. About a month at the latest.

If we can seize the realm capital, Alcom, a strong walled city by then, our own forces will be able to fight enough to exceed 10,000. If you are an unattached Royal Divine Army in a steep field, you can even fight back.

That's why you can't screw around here. Now the prevailing situation is obvious. Even if we want to rush the seizure of the territorial capital, we need to act calmly and surely.

All my men see such a master with respect.

Our own masters say they have a higher horizon than the battlefield wins and loses.

After an hour or so of rest, the footsteps of all the armies were aligned.

For a moment, Uncle Borderline thought it would be funny if he took it back like this, but he first raises his back thinking that he should restructure his full attitude.

The sun is already setting and darkening around. Moving on, I thought it would be late at night to reach the fort.

"You should be wary of night raids."

"Did you say something?

"No, I'm talking to myself... hmm?

Come on. I was about to leave. Arrow tip. There was a little man running like he was in a panic.

It had an unfamiliar style, which also looked like a childish breeze, but with a tough face. What I was wearing seemed to belong to the Count Marleni Army.

"Wait, don't come any closer"

Naturally, I will stop working on Uncle Borderline. We are not going to let them near us except those we trust ourselves.

The small man, pushed aside, kneels down and squeezes out his voice as he is.

"A decree from my Lord Uncle Marleni. The enemy is heading this way."

"What!!

Stupid, I almost screamed out of the blue, Jered. As the chief officer of the army, I count three in my heart to restore calm.

"That's for sure"

"I don't know. I was only told to tell His Excellency what I just said."

"Right. I wonder if the man in the preaching will ever grasp the situation... Hey, call him."

If you want to check on the situation, Jered has a good hand. The [bird] wizard I hire for a lot of money. Great ability for reconnaissance because you can also use bird's eyes.

"Are you calling?

"Mm-hmm. There were reports of enemies pushing in here. I need your help. [M] Is reconnaissance possible?

"... difficult. Time is time, so I don't know if it's very clear?

"Mmm... I have no choice. You can still do it."

Many birds fail to see things well in the dark. Chickens and the like are typical of that.

As nocturnal birds also have owls, etc., not all birds say so, but many birds have extremely poor vision at night.

A wizard known as a birdman is also an expert on birds. After saying no in advance, reconnaissance is carried out with birds that are still available at night.

Even if it doesn't last as long as daylight, I can still see how things are going around here. Then I did see a group hurrying toward the borderline uncle.

"Sure, someone's coming this way."

"How many?

"Thousands are over, but there won't be 10,000. Did I say roughly two thousand?"

"Then it must be the remnants of Huberlek. With an army that we do not command, we anticipate that we are here, and even more so, we sum up that number. It can't be anything but them."

"But the enemy should have been trapped inside the castle. How did you do that?

"I don't know. but there are some examples of disturbing our rear. Maybe it's their trump card."

Lutroot Border Uncle is also a famous warrior. An old strongman who has fought against the Hubarek family for years. The situation was quick.

Is it magic or ambush? Either way, we were considered enemies if we became an army that we had not given orders to.

"Then this is your chance"

"What?"

"They ambushed us with this as a showdown. Aim for this neck of mine. It would be Mortaire's intrusive wisdom without art, but if you're in a disadvantageous position, the reverse hand is best aimed at my neck. The 2,000 horsemen coming at us are probably elite. On the contrary, if we defeat this, their will must be broken. Get ready for interception right away!!

The Royal Siri Army, under the command of Borderline Uncle, whipped on a tired body to prepare an interception posture.

Even though we are in some retreat action, we still have some leeway. When he gave me a drink of thousands of small pieces and so on, I pulled my hand and waited.

Eventually, I began to see the shadow of an incoming army group.

A single arrow flew from the other side, staring at me as if it was dark and not clearly visible. It fell pretty far ahead of us, but it's a clear attack.

"Yep, it's an assault!!

There is no arrow replenishment. I didn't want to consume the few arrowballs left.

Without stopping, it will be an assault with a shield. You panicked over there or you let go of the arrows, but the number of soldiers is different. Eventually it will be a riot as Uncle Borderline targeted it.

You can't use arrows if each other's soldiers mess with each other. Now crush it all at once.

That's what I was thinking, Borderline Bob. After a while, I noticed an unnatural situation.

"Wait, wait. I'm the one who's gonna be Jered-Merederek-de-Lutruit. Who are you people!!

"What!? Lord Lutroot. Stop, stop the attack!!

In the dark, we stop attacking each other.

A horseman approaching Uncle Borderline himself called himself Earl of Voline aloud.

Why did the Earl, who was supposed to be guarding the fort, attack us?

Borderline uncle calls the Count, even as he raises blood on his head. And suddenly I reprimanded him out loud.

"Why did you attack us!! I should have ordered the lords to keep the fort dead in the first place!!

"What? But Uncle Marleni came to the fort with a few horsemen of offering, and said, 'The allies are destroyed by the armies of the enemy. Uncle Borderline is also a defeat, so go to the rescue immediately with the whole army'. We thought it was important and we rushed."

"Uncle Marleni? Stupid. I was on the front line till last minute. That's impossible."

"But I also checked my face. Sure, that was the Count."

Count Voline said he saw the Count himself. It's a human face I've seen more than once, so I have to be sure.

But then we'll talk about who Uncle Marleni was who struggled with the Huberleks and Mortairns on the walls and stormed off earlier.

Even now, he moves around in the head command at the end of the battle, so there's no way he's going to go out to preach.

"... well I'll ask my uncle that later. So, why did you attack us?

"At first I was watching, but you attacked me... and I said this must be the enemy"

"I would have punched a bow in from there"

"I have not given the order, nor have I confirmed the fact that there may have been a soldier in the dark."

"Holy shit. Were we talking to each other uselessly?"

There is no more tragic battle than a rivalry between allies. No justice, no merit. The worst battle is to lay the weariness and fatigue on the person (the mischief) and have nothing to gain.

"So, to what extent did you bring out the supplies? We don't have any food, especially food."

"That's... because they told me to hurry anyway"

"You came without bringing anything up!!

"No, I brought up quite a few arrows and weapons."

"That's what makes me bloated."

I came here and finally Lutroot Borderline uncle also exploded his emotions. Don't touch it. Borderline uncle in hazardous explosive condition. But still, it was the role of the staff officer to say what needed to be said and one of the brothers opened his mouth.

"My lord, you can't do this."

"What?"

"If you want to organize the story, the fort is now in an empty situation. The cavalry alone must be rushed and fortified as soon as possible. Now, if the chasers of the Fuberleks really come, we must fight hungry. I don't think we're going to lose, but it's definitely not even advantageous."

"Damn!!

A commander with just the ability to understand that the staff member is right about the situation. I am not leading an army to Dada.

He almost regained his calm when he hit eight on one street to something nearby, letting only the cavalry precede the fort.

At this time, that was the best decision anyone could make.

But in two moments, I realize it was the worst decision I could make.

"My Lord!!

"... how did it look? Why is Count Paul here?

"It's not up to me."

Count Pauleau is the general who guards the fort in its second closest proximity. Since blocking the rear supply route is the regular path of the military law, I should have told you to consolidate your protection in particular, but for some reason you are on the battlefield.

To this end, the anger of Uncle Neighbourhood pokes angry hair heaven.

"My lord, calm your anger. You have to ask what's going on."

Here's what the staff officer calmly listened to.

Contact was made with Count Paul, who had been informed to send reinforcements because the fort was under attack and dangerous by the enemy, where the Luttrut family cavalry was rushing to the nearest fort. Discussions happened between the two sides because they mistakenly identified each other as enemies. The fortunate thing about being unhappy was that the side that was going through a discussion with each other once realized it. A cavalry of ten horsemen and a casualty of thirty or so can be described as minor damage compared to earlier discussions with one another.

That Earl Paul said that the Luttrut border uncle himself was coming to say to the reinforcements, looking worn out with a bandage on his face.

There is no doubt at the earliest, it is an enemy ploy.

"All armies!! Full speed to the fort. I don't mind a broken leg. Run through!!"

If it is an enemy ploy, the fort is in danger. If we are caged in a force united in a fort, we will starve ourselves. An inquiry on the battlefield was telling Uncle Borderline about the crisis.

When we got to the nearest fort. Most surprisingly, there was a double increase in moat (dust) at some point.

Plus, there's something shadowy all over the fort.

A cavalry who ran to see what it meant. Unfortunately, he collapsed after being shot through "one eye” by an arrow flying from the side of the fort.

Next to the archer, a small, childlike shadow.

"I tell the Royal Siri Army!! This place belongs to the Huberlek family more than it used to be. A righteous army that helped our Huberlek family and ran away from the invaders. If you want to deal with five thousand brave soldiers, call me!!

Uncle Borderline tried to issue an assault order, but it was stopped by the staff.

Even the stubborn fort has a new moat. If there are five thousand soldiers standing there, I don't know how many sacrifices it will take to defeat them. Even considering a future counterattack, it is said to be a foolishness to wear out soldiers here.

The opinion is true.

Borderline uncle leaves the scene trembling with remorse and anger.

It must be because I was losing my cool.

No one on the spot even noticed that the shadow of the fort was moving in the wind.