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

... Where are we?

I woke up in a strange hall.

When I woke up, there were wounded and overflowing.

… yes. In the war against Bashraal...... on the line...... is that it?

I don't remember anything from there.

I'm worried that you've been taken prisoner.

"Dear Barian! Have you been noticed!?

I was called, and looking back, Lolo was there.

"Oh, Lolo...... what is this place?

"This is the hall of the fortress city of Portu. It's been a whole day since then."

The fortress city of Portu is a fortress with barracks, blocked into squares and downtown, in the form of a gully and an outer wall.

Looks like this is the hall of the fort.

"I... took the lead... you won, didn't you?

"Yes, it was a brilliant fight."

Lolo smiled nicely. The wound on the right eyebrow hurts.

"The military has already left a defensive force to disband. Let's call everyone."

"No, there's an injured man. I'm coming."

I take Lolo and head to the barracks.

There was Jean and Andre, and a tan curry.

"Oh, Master Barrian, you're awake."

"I was worried because I suddenly collapsed."

Jean opens up and Andre gets closer to worrying.

"Oh, you suddenly collapsed......"

"Whoa, we're all in charge. It was heavy."

Jean gestured like he was in charge of Shinto.

It seems to have been transported in an interesting way, but it seems to have been transported by four people with my figure and a special clasp.

"Thank you, thank you for your help. Tanqueray... you saved my life."

Speaking to Tanqueray, who was reluctantly behind him, he cried out, "I'm the one, thanks to Master Barrian... ugh".

Tanqueray looks like a thriller.

I remembered Zillow and laughed "F" thinly.

"But we're hardly hurt. That's strange."

"Yes, the soldier behind us was more devastated."

According to Jean and Rollo's story, the next soldier was more harmed than we were the first to go in.

The enemy may have avoided us, too.

This time the Bashraar army must have been sure of a must-win.

Winning soldiers have high morale.

Because there are "rewards" for looting after the war.

But that also leads to the psychology that fighting strong enemies in a victory and dying is silly.

Most soldiers want their tea properly clouded and rewarded.

I would have been nothing but a plague god.

That's why he survived.

... I don't know where the winning chance is...

I remember the battlefield blurry.

"If you say so, Mr. Yannick's been hit."

"Are you going to kill me?

I frowned at Jean's words. "Done" is an ambiguous expression.

I don't know if it was shallow hands or death.

"I ate a spear in my stomach, I broke through my clasp. I went home tied to a horse, but maybe not like that."

Jean talks indifferently, but honestly I'm shocked.

Even though I'm used to people dying, it's hard for people I know to die.

"Well, I hope you're safe… yes, let's make allowance for the wounded in that hall."

I listened to Yannick and remembered the hall where I gathered the wounded earlier.

There is a smell of blood in the space filled with unclean hay, which is unhygienic.

That won't cure anything.

I checked the hall and got leather strings, wood, knives, needles and threads, etc.

I really want bandages and salads but the cloth is expensive and unusable.

Leather strings and the like were collected from Portu's supplies by saying "Varian uses them for treatment".

... I'd really like to boil and disinfect...

There's a concept of bacteria. I don't disinfect. It's hard to treat with tools, but I can't help but preach bacteria in an era without a microscope.

At least the treatment was done while washing the tools with brine.

All that remained in Portu was the inability to move... seriously ill.

I've seen a few of them, but obviously many have no hands on them.

I'm also going to add a "blow of mercy" to the hopeful… I stabbed a stop.

The mercy blow that kills your people is a job that everyone hates.

I think I have to do this kind of work as a member of the Earl's family.

Before I stabbed the stop, the injured thanked me... honestly, it's complicated.

The man in front of you right now seems lucky he doesn't need a stop.

Looks like they broke my shin.

"It hurts... Tanqueray, Rollo, hold him down"

I pulled the man's broken leg straight.

The man tried to jump up, but his shoulders were held down to seal his movements.

Tanqueray and Lolo have a strong arm, so they serve to hold the patient down.

Jean and Andre have the hay swept out of the hall.

It's better not to have such filthy things.

Every time I pull, the guy screams... I feel kind of hurt and sorry.

... I don't know if it's working, but at least it's straighter than it was earlier.

I was satisfied and tied him with a leatherstring.

"Thank you, Master Barian."

"No, don't worry."

I've had the same interaction many times, but the soldiers are deeply grateful for my nasty treatment.

People in this era rarely get treated by doctors.

That's enough to make some people weep "thank you" for it.

By the way, they say I look like a doctor in them.

... Well, maybe I'm better than the right "self-proclaimed" doctor in the land.

See the next patient's wound.

An arrow is stabbed in the flank.

… subtle……… healing?

I slit my clothes with a knife and washed my wounds with water.

"Pull it out, hold it down"

If you force an arrow to pull it, it spreads the wound if it had a facade attached to your arrow butt.

I slipped my finger into the wound and gently whispered out.

The patient suffers from a flutter, but because he is tying his mouth with leather strings to avoid biting his tongue, he says, "Fu hoo! Phew!" and I just weep.

"Good, you're bleeding less! Take care."

I brutally sutured my wound with anesthetic thread.

It's a nasty needle that sews leather, but it's better than no.

"Thread out in about half a moon. It hurts."

When I grinned, the patient replied, "Heh heh heh heh." I forgot to untie the leather string.

We spent the whole day off finishing the treatment.

There will be those who will be helpless and helpless.

By the way, the soldiers I stabbed to a halt were recorded as dead in action.

For the record, Jean skips cleaning the hall, so Andre does it alone.

Jean seems to have been having fun with his artisan daughter, who works in a fort in Portu.

I don't want to say anything annoying because it seems to be an agreement, but skipping work is not a good idea.

When I scolded her, she said, "Starting tomorrow, she's going to take care of the injured."

I do need someone to nurse an injured person, so the skipping thing was made Uyamuya.

By the way, Jean's face is getting pretty neat.

It is frustrating that your daughter doesn't seem to be satisfied.

Unlike Lolo, who is a slave, Jean is my relative, and a childhood friend.

Bows and equestrian arms are better than mine, and in a way they are equal opponents.

... can you use him on me...?

There is no mistake in being a dear friend, but every once in a while you are skipped, you will not get hurt by anyone else.

At this point, I am worried about the future.

………………

With that said, when I heard I was treating wounded soldiers, my uncle Rodrigue came to see how things were going.

Apparently, he was pretty worried about me. "If you're awake, report me," we all whispered.

"Go home and reassure your sister-in-law."

That's what my uncle left behind and left.

He leads about 100 men to defend the fortress city of Porto, just in case.

An army is not an easy thing to organize.

I don't know if I'm going to be attacked first, but I'm going to say just in case.

It seems that the food that was not enough also allowed the army to be maintained if it was a small number with the food taken from the Bashraar army.

In the end, the defense seems to have disbanded without engaging because the Expeditionary Force has turned back in the last two weeks or so.

But his uncle remained in the fortress afterwards, defending the land until the return of the Expeditionary Army.

My uncle Rodrigue is a worker, discreet, and never underestimated.

For my father Rudolph, would there be such a dependable auxiliary?

I really lose my mind about this uncle.

I pushed Rodrigue home with all the chores after the war.

………………

The next day, we all head to the capital.

I'm tired, and I'm kind of dazed.

"Tanqueray's house. What are you doing?

"My father was a farmer. But she died early and my mother married my uncle. My uncle also inherited the farmland. I... a lot. Helping in my uncle's field, pulling powder in a bakery… poor."

It is not uncommon in the sparsely populated Lyoncourt to marry a brother or daughter-in-law after his brother's death.

The relationship with my fiancée is even encouraged as uninterrupted.

Tanqueray is a civilian, but he seems like a so-called swallowing people, a farmer who doesn't have farmland.

But when it comes to being good, it's good.

Many people, such as the three men and four men of a civilian farmer who did not inherit the land, are slave-like and fed.

Naturally, they are civilians but swallowing people.

In the spring they head to the city to fly a flag and one day starve or freeze to death.

Cities of this era are also places of demographic regulation.

In any case, it is highly likely that Tanqueray did as well.

By the way, the son of a civilian is a civilian, but the son of a civilian without land or citizenship is a free citizen.

What's more, it's a different story about how landless civilians can support their children.

"Well, should I say hello to your mother? I made an important worker my servant."

In my words, Tanqueray said, "Eh! To a servant!?" I am surprised.

Wasn't he a servant yet?

"Different?

"No, Um... so you don't mind?

Tanqueray returns my question with a question.

That's an uneasy, pitiful look.

"Oh, you're a lifesaver... wait a minute for my salary, I'm sure I'll make some money"

Lolo, a slave, is still a servant, and Andre and Jean are also pathetic without pay.

Until now, I have been somewhat fed in the mansion of Lioncool, but I am also a man in the first place... I will have to earn money to feed my men and all of them.

Fortunately, I'm saving up sugar stock...... I'm going to sell this.

"Thank you very much! I'll do my best!"

"Yeah, you listen to Lolo and Andre."

There was also the cleaning of the hall, and when I said I hated it, Jean stuck out her lower lip dissatisfied.

We walk down the road laughing.

That must look like the youngsters of the year.

………………

When I got home, Lucienne was crying in the chapel.

My brother-in-law Floria is leaning in.

I approached him deliberately in footsteps, not to be surprised.

"Mother, we're back."

"... oh no..."

Lucienne opened her eyes wide and held me tight.

"God... God... Thank you very much."

Lucienne weeps and rejoices.

Apparently, he worried because of my late return.

"Balian, I heard you were killed in battle... and that you fell on the battlefield"

Apparently, she bought the information because she was late.

So I must have conveyed fragmented images of "I fought on the front lines," "I fell on the battlefield," etc.

This is a good thing, and there are laughing stories about soldiers having their own funerals when they go home.

"Sorry, I lost my mother's helmet, my shield, my sword."

"That's a good thing. You were alive, that's what matters."

The words of Lucienne filled me with tears.

Floria is crying too.

"I'm glad you're alive"

When I was in Tanaka, I had a motorcycle accident because it was the same word my mother used to call me.

... the mother... this is it...

I hugged Lucienne too.

My back overtook me.

But the mother will always worry about her son.

Glad to hear that...... I was sad.

... Mother, I'm sorry for being unfaithful...

I died earlier than my mother.

That was so sad right now.