The year has dawn.
"Is it a corner?
"Yes......... whoa, this nail is good. Take this like this………………"
I ordered a helmet at a blacksmith in a fortress.
Because I lost my grandfather's helmet in the war.
The blacksmith's parent is perplexed as "horns or…".
As a matter of fact, I realized the intimidating effect of my cheeks and thought of putting horns on my helmet.
I plan on getting two affordable sized nails fixed around my forehead.
"Later, an iron stick. I want it to be as long as it takes."
"Is it Mace? If it's that long, it'll be heavy."
Specify the length while indicating a long sword that may be used even on horses.
"Oh, if you can't, I'll think about it again... and Tsukasa, these are my helmets."
"Huh? Is there more!? Give me a minute."
The blacksmith's parents made noise on my order.
If you ask for special orders in a row... well, you wouldn't normally like them.
"I'm not in a hurry, please, the payment is... whoa, I forgot. Here, too, please."
"Huh? Is that a monster iron mask... It's good to protect your throat"
The blacksmith's parents seem to have been interested in the cheeks, flipping over and checking the structure.
"Excuse me, please."
"Yeah, I got it."
I also added a cheek order and left the blacksmith.
The blacksmith's parents are obsessed with their cheeks... it must be unusual.
There is also a blacksmith in Portu's fortress, and in this way he takes everything from ordering and maintaining weapons to repairing pots.
I finish my order and walk blurry through the square.
Looks like a few of the squares are doing bow arches.
... Hmm, I'm trying... but I'd also like to train you on some tactics... what would you like?
I think about what a few infantry tactics are.
The ideal is Rudolph's horseback squad, my father, but that would cost too much.
Infantry Strengths…… Strengths………
As I roared, Andre approached me early.
Apparently something happened.
"Dear Barrian, was this you?"
"Yeah, look around after you go to the blacksmith."
This is nothing but a lie.
My job is to maintain the fortress.
It's my job to wander around and spot deficiencies and inspect how residents work... not skip.
"Dear Baryan, they say the Bashraal people worked looting in Lioncool... perhaps using the mountain road"
"Really… I'm sure there's a shortage of food in the territory, but don't throw it away."
I ordered my men to assemble.
Perhaps in Viscount Bashraal territory, the people are in distress and lack food due to the looting of the Lionkur army and the unscrupulous tax rate of Viscount Bashraal to pay off their debts.
The current season is winter.
It's time to run out of food… otherwise we'll have to procure it elsewhere.
"Take it if you want it"
It is a natural value in this day and age.
I can understand that, but I can't forgive you.
I defend the people of Lioncool, not Bashraar.
………………
"And so I say, we will exorcise the bandits."
When I tell my squire, everyone snorts.
"Dear Barrian, there are three intermediate roads… one will not be usable with snow, but will you break up second-hand?
Lolo asked the question.
There are three intermediate roads around the fortress city of Portu, which are difficult for the army and horseback riding to cross, but can be sufficiently passed by people.
"No, if we take turns watching, if we break up with the two hands, the numbers are too low, we'll crush the narrow road."
It was originally used by people in circumstances where the street could not be used or by mountain peoples.
They also use hunters, but they wouldn't mind crushing one of the three.
If a complaint comes from somewhere... you threaten to negotiate with a soldier.
Still, if I go, I guess.
"Half a turn. Jean, Tanqueray, Andre and Rollo each lead their squire in half. I'll join you as appropriate."
Lolo, originally a liberating slave, is not a squire, but he has no one to complain about.
… but what do you call a squire…… think of a team name………
Let's think of something cool. Maybe a "Cobra Party" or something.
It's not a bad idea.
I nodded, "Yeah, yeah," and turned to my squire.
"All right, we'll all seal the road at first. Take charge of the proper Marutai."
The fortress is stockpiled with some material.
Parents of Portu's carpenters also accompanied him and built an easy fence on the intersection… we were to go back and forth several times but completely blocked the intersection.
There's nothing I can't get through if I can't, but it will be tough to get through with my luggage.
This is fine with the blockade.
... Will it be destroyed by an axe or a hammer...? Well, if I mention it, I don't have any kiri.
Then I also built a digging cabin on the road to be vigilant... rather than a cabin because of space problems. It's a weird building with only one wall like the old bus stop.
There wasn't enough ingredients.
I don't live out of it, and this is good.
Put a rocket stove in here to keep warm.
The movement is different between those who froze over cold mountain paths and those who warmed their bodies.
First of all, I can't take the back.
From this day on, two teams will continue to watch each other.
Although continuous surveillance is carried out, the winter mountain night camp is dangerous, so only at some point in the day, severe weather conditions are cancelled.
The thieves can't have crossed the winter mountains by night march in the first place, and it's the same in bad weather.
But there is no waiting in the world.
Our surveillance will continue unanswered.
………………
10 days later
"Sabi, is Master Barian okay?
"You must be cold."
I joined Jean and Tanqueray's team and headed down the road.
We proceed as we step apart the crisp and frozen snow.
"Looks like you went down a lot."
"Yeah, it was cold yesterday... there'd be dead people in town."
I feel uncomfortable looking ahead blurry while talking to Tanqueray for nothing.
"Jean, is something wrong?
"Oh, that's a footprint. Different way to get snow... Looks like they got ahead of us."
We move forward vigilantly.
There's snow from the top of my footprint... I guess I passed by last night.
... Don't be impotent about crossing the snowstorm mountains... No, to avoid us...?
I'm not hiding anything that we're guarding the interstate.
Maybe an intruding Bashraar bandit found out we existed and tried to get behind us.
"Whoa, he's in the cabin."
Jean noticed a cabin anomaly as soon as possible.
Looks like someone's here.
"Good, are you ready?
I call out to everyone... I squeeze my spear too and calm my heart.
"All right, hang on!!
Under my decree, we run with a roar.
But those lurking in the cabin are unresponsive.
... Are you crazy? What is it?
The question was solved immediately.
"You're dead."
"Yeah, freezing to death."
When we checked the cabin, six men were frozen to death.
I didn't seem to know how to use the rocket stove.
The stove is stuck with skin-like objects... perhaps the skin has stuck to the frozen metal area while I was looking into it.
I was forced to peel off my sticky skin.
…… the rocket stove is filthy, and this primitive……
I spear the heads of the men in turn.
Then there were two people who had breath, so they stabbed the stop with a spear as it was.
"It's a stunning curtain."
"Whoa, don't give me that. It's them. It's a pain in the ass to throw it away."
Jean kicked the body like she cared.
"Um, it's the body."
Tanqueray opened his mouth.
He's trying to tell me something, but he's not cute when a guy gets mozzled.
"It's in the field, when the crow gathers…… I kill the body…… I hang it like this…"
Tanqueray explains himself diligently with an unconscionable tongue.
This is not to say that he is retarded or anything, but a matter of education.
I guess I just haven't had enough practice explaining something to people.
I think Tanqueray is clever.
I must teach my squire to read and write calculations as well.
Me and Jean kept listening to Tanqueray's explanation with guts as we pinched the question from time to time.
Here's what Tanqueray is trying to say.
To prevent crow damage, first kill the crow, hang and expose it.
Then a crow is a clever creature, and you don't lean against the fields your people have encountered like that?
We'll do that to humans too... I mean, why don't we hang the body of a bandit at the intersection entrance on the Bashraar side?
I half-heartedly said, "Don't avoid crows."
…… something similar to a big eyeball-style balloon……
I remember a balloon hanging on the veranda of an apartment with a blur.
"That's funny! Let's do it, ha-ha."
Jean is getting tense when she hears she's going to hang the body.
Some other squire flaunts his face... but the disgust, well, doesn't seem to be that far.
...... do it or if it works, make money.
"Tanqueray, hire. Let's make a dime later."
"Thank you very much!
Tanqueray swabbed his nose.
I'm laughing because I'm stuck with other squires.
"All right, take charge of the body. I'll take it to Bashraal's side."
We stripped away what seemed to be available from the body, and took the body and went down the road.
………………
"Around here, it's expensive, and it suits you."
Only one tree the size of which is slightly taller grows.
It would stand out even from afar.
I lowered my body and stripped my corpse trousers.
Hang the rope from the tree with your pants.
If the beast doesn't make it to an unreachable height, the corpse will be eaten immediately and it makes no sense.
"Ha ha! Chinko round out! Haha!"
I'm glad that Jean got into some kind of bump.
Well, he seems happy and most importantly.
"Is this what it looks like?
Tanqueray's broken. It's like a skewer stabbing a corpse in a standing tree... a creepy object.
"More, let's get the intestines out, huh?
"If you let it go, it'll scatter birds, eyeballs and all."
The body also hangs while Jean and Tanqueray engage in spooky public discourse.
A squire hung his last body… everyone rode badly and the last two hung upside down.
"That's creepy...... I'm sure I wouldn't go this way"
What I could do was a creepy space with six bodies.
I would never get close.
"All right, we'll keep a little lookout in the cabin."
"Uh, seriously."
Jean leaks his grievances, but not necessarily one set of bandits.
Vigilance is important.
…………
Then
To conclude, it seems that the damage done to the bandits has been drastically reduced.
Apparently, it worked on the hanging corpse.
Even psychological matters reduce enemy intrusion with simple ideas.
... you can use this hand... thank you Tanqueray.
I thanked Tanqueray. It seems like it's going to be as much an applied tactic as it is.
After that, he spent quite a bit of winter teaching his squire letters and ordering farm tools from a blacksmith that seemed convenient.
I'm getting used to the life of the fortress.
Maybe I can call my sister Katia.
I still go to see how it goes once in a while, but she seems to know few people and she spends a lot of time lonely.
Live with my sister (Katia).
That didn't sound like a bad idea.
I don't think so, but those who disturb my sister... that's mainly in her body... not necessarily that they would do her no harm.
I want to keep my promise to my common brother (Eug). I was entrusted with my sister.
... Right, will you?
I'm not saying it's next, but I'll make sure you go see Smina too so she doesn't feel weird when you meet Katia.
I'm not exactly going to put my hand on my sister, but when I accumulate, it's a creature named me who doesn't know what to do.
In fact, I feel uncomfortable just thinking about meeting Smina.
…… I can't stand it anymore.
I ran in the snow with my horse.
For the record, I've been to the town of Portu to buy a whore with a young body that I can't stand.
But I couldn't buy it.
I just couldn't deal with someone who was sick and had no nose... then I can generate my own electricity.
Isn't there a reason why virginity and chastity are expensive around here?