Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

After the first battle, each other's armies become distant and staring at each other.

It is high morale that did not destroy the many wounded Lioncool armies.

Normally, it's not surprising to run away and scatter.

"Prepare for an ambush! The good of the land lies with the enemy!

I saw Yannick scolding a tired soldier and letting him stand up on the outpost.

If you look over, everyone's hurt.

I don't know the exact casualties, but surprisingly there are few... but it seems that many have been wounded.

There is also a chance that the wounded will still be war dead.

"Lolo, the wound is shallow, hang on tight"

I washed Lolo's head wound off with water, ripped Smirna's clothes (Simmies) and tied her tight.

"Dear Barrian... I don't want to have..."

"Yeah, it's a waste, but my friends are more important than my skin."

Lolo was apparently beaten with an ax from the top of his lineup, and was deeply cut over his right eyebrow.

There will be nothing else in life, but the wound will remain.

"... excuse me... Dear Barian..."

Lolo weeps.

Looks like the soldiers around him are crying too.

Commander's behavior on the battlefield greatly affects soldier morale.

Napoleon ate the same meal as the soldier, and he took care of the wounded himself.

These acts become respect for the Commander and create loyal soldiers.

Varian tore his lover's skin clothes to handle the wounds of the slave soldiers.

This act was enough to arouse the soldiers of the allies.

A commander named Varian was strongly impressed that he would never abandon his soldiers.

It is the morale of soldiers that dictates the battle of an age without firearms.

Originally, the Lioncool army was a local defense battle, with extremely high morale.

It was the high morale that pushed back more than double the enemy, even if it was inferior to the quality of the soldiers.

Let's get back to the variants.

"Jean... you look okay. How's Andre?

"Master Barrian looks more painful. Take off your clasp."

You didn't answer my question, and Jean showed me my shoulder.

If you look, blood is seeping into the place where the arrow was stabbed.

The arrow pattern seems to be broken and only the arrow butt is buried.

"Yeah, really. Please."

I take off my clasp and armor.

The clasp is stubborn, but due to structural problems, thin arrow butts and the like pass through.

By the way, the belly poked with a spear many times is intact, inhibited by leather armor and clasps.

"Ah so!

"……… I got it."

I scream sadly, but Jean chooses his arrow butt abusively and stops the bleeding.

Now the treatment is in order.

"Oh, my God, that hurts.

"My enemies beaten by Master Barrian say the same thing, don't they? This is ridiculous!

Everyone laughs at Jean's jokes.

There's no way the guy who got beat up with a stick by me is going to have to do this.

The Lioncools have a rough temper and a temper that can't even be frustrated by defeat.

Even at such times, they are tough to laugh at… even if it is energetic.

That's when one young man jumped out in front of me and lowered his head with both hands.

"Dear Barian! Thank you!!

He is a soldier you do not know when you see him.

I tilted my neck.

"I'm Gaetan Tanqueray. Earlier in the war, Barian's spear saved my life."

He is a young man around the age of 20.

Dark hair as a kid head, a bitter impression, but not very tall.

Armed is poor and seems to be just layering her everyday clothes.

... but even if they call it a spear... Tanqueray is a surname that sounds like something.

"Look, you threw a spear………"

Andre gave me a lifeboat when I was blurry because of a mistake.

Indeed, he helped his allies by throwing spears at his enemies in earlier battles.

Right, that soldier.

"Oh, that time! I'm glad you're safe!

As I recall, Tanqueray lowers her head again.

"Don't worry, you can help me when I'm in danger."

"Yes, yes, it will definitely help!! It will be Master Barian's shield!!

Tanqueray is tearful and grateful for one of my casual words... very hard to do.

"Fine, you don't have to be a shield... use this if you want. It's got holes in it, but it's gonna be a little better, right?

I gave him my leather armor, which I was taking off.

Because Tanqueray's gear was so poor, he turned his eyes round in surprise.

I didn't know, but the man on the lookout would reward him for his work on the battlefield... this seems to mean the establishment of a kind of subordination.

"It will always, always help! I will beat you to death in front of Master Barian!!

"Fine, you don't have to die. This battle will be won."

When I laugh, everyone looks at me in surprise.

Both Lolo and Jean.

"What? Were you going to lose? I was going to ask my uncle and Yannick to authorize a night raid."

"That's good! I got in, too!

When Jean raises his voice, "Me and me," his hand rises.

"Wait, wait, I'll get your permission, so rest."

I got up and walked out toward my uncle Rodrigue.

………………

"He said it was a night raid!?

My uncle raised his voice in surprise when he heard my suggestion.

Yannick and Yug look surprised.

Night raids are not easy on enemy land.

Unlike modern times when streetlights line up and convenience stores are open 24 hours a day, medieval nights are truly darkness.

Even if people with no land prospects plan a night raid, it's the prick who gets lost.

There is also a high risk of peer discussion.

"Uncle, it's not the enemy we're after."

"What's the meaning of this?"

My uncle twisted his neck.

"It is the enemy villages and forests that we aim for. If you go around on fire in a small number, knights with territory and civilians living in villages should be annoyed... not enemy soldiers, but rear to feed soldiers. If you leave us alone, the forest will burn and the villagers will die... plus if you decide that the soldiers have turned behind you, you should always crack the soldiers and be on the lookout behind you. We're in danger of being targeted in the back during the fighting."

My uncle seems surprised by my remarks.

In the Kingdom of Amoros, the concept of the economy is thin.

Sometimes it strikes the enemy's economy as a result of looting, but that is the result, and there is no idea of attacking the enemy's economy and doing damage.

"Hmm, funny. Sure, enemy soldiers might be distracted behind them and reduce their numbers to protect the village...... but we don't have any directions, do we?

Yannick opened his mouth listening to me and my uncle exchange in silence.

"It's okay. I was taken by Albert and looted all over the place. I know the way."

My uncle, Yannick, and Youg were spooked by my words.

"How disgusting...... isn't it cowardly to target a woman and child without a sword!?

Youg shows his anger with a young sense of justice and stares at this one.

"Yug, you're a coward. Whatever...... tell me after you win. You can't win a grand battle. Because the numbers are different."

"What!? You missed it, Barrian, you cowered!?

Eug became emotional and roughed up his voice...... perhaps some excitement for fulfilling his first line. It's not the usual calm him.

I sighed.

I don't want to lose because of this sense of justice.

"Yug, I'm important... my sister Katia and her girlfriend Smina. Did you find out about the enemy's people? If you want to protect them, I'll kill them all. Righteous constraint... kill Smirna!!

When I had a drink, Yug shut up.

I bite my lips with remorse, but you must have understood my words.

There was no objection.

"I can't crack a lot of it, even if it's not enough."

My uncle bites his teeth in remorse.

It should have struck the enemy as well, but the power ratio remains unchanged.

It's a tough situation.

"Let's recruit a death squad, I thought 10 of us would be enough."

Too many to be captured by the enemy makes no sense.

Spin backwards in a handful.

By the way, a "death squad" is a kind of mindset and a kind of economy.

Nothing. I'm not fighting until I'm dead.

"Later it's time. There is no food. You can't keep it stuck for four days."

Yannick looked abominably at the luggage car.

If this army can no longer be maintained, it will be forced to conjure up supplies within Lioncool and become a caged castle in the fortified city of Portu.

Even though it's just not hard to imagine how hard it would be to force food gathering in poor lioncools without winter passing and many starving to death.

This is really a last resort.

Weakened by the plague, the Expeditionary Army took a man's hand, and provoking food could bankrupt Lioncool without exaggeration.

"I'll be back in two days. Light it up and make it look flashy."

Both my uncle and Yannick nodded at this suggestion and were to recruit applicants.

However, nearly 60 applicants gathered at 10 locations, so much so that they had difficulty choosing.

Both Jean and Tanqueray were elected members.

Lolo and Andre also volunteered as a matter of course, but since they were injured, they left a message and did not even try to hide their remorse.

"... That's right, Varian, that was awesome earlier! Didn't you kill about 20 people!?

"Uhm, it's like a giant (titan) rampage!

When I breathed a sigh of talk about the night assault, my uncle and Yannick were so glad to be involved with me as if I remembered by now.

"There are about five or six of us who stabbed a stop."

Yes, enemy soldiers like you beat them down with sticks and spears wouldn't be dead. Actually, I think that's about it.

But my surroundings were more than happy with my words.

In reality, killing as many as five people in a flesh-bomb battle would be very useful.

"No, no, no. You don't have to stab the stop, but it's not down to 20 people who defeated you. I saw you put your best spear on the enemy line! Big deal!!

My uncle still lifts me up.

I noticed.

He said he was trying to make a hero and cheer it up.

Even the professional baseball team in Kansai lost the borough game by saying, "Young people can't stop! Four hits, a fierce prize!" It's the same as writing in a sports newspaper, it would be a kind of landscape.

I do want to clear the losing mood.

Then it wouldn't be a good idea for me to be weird and humble.

I should say something economical, too.

"Next I will trophy you with Viscount Bashraal's neck!!

When I had pneumonia, the soldiers around me thrived.

My uncle nodded quietly and laughed.

………………

After that, I headed to the 10 chosen death squadrons and they named each other.

We're going to live and die together. I want to take care of communication.

"All right, we'll leave when the sun sets. Sleep now, we're going to be sleepless."

Tell him so. I told Lolo to "wake me up when the sun sets" and rolled to the ground.

The fatigue of the first line was sticking to my body perfectly, and I immediately let go of my consciousness.

Guh, guh, guh.

I sleep in a big ivy.

After the battle, she felt high and couldn't piss or sleep, but I fell asleep with clams because of tiredness.

He also relaxed the members of the death squad with this and rested quite a bit.

Psychology on the battlefield is a strange thing.

When the sun sets, board the enemy land with 10 brave men.

It is not an honorable battlefield.