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

We march through Belgian territory.

The speed of the army that detached the convoy was incredibly fast.

Our man is in charge of the farthest area, but he gets to the target village a lot sooner than planned.

... Awesome, double... No, faster.

I admired the speed of the Rucksack Squad march.

This will be enough weapons.

The villagers noticed this way and appeared fragmented.

It seems the men gather their farm tools and crude weapons in their hands, and the women and children lurk their breath in the house.

"All right, slow down. We're going straight to the village."

We slow down and head to the village with our weapons in place.

I ran my horse and stopped in front of the village.

A twist of fear and surprise broke out of the villagers who saw my uniform.

I can hear him from everywhere saying, "It's the devil," "No, it's the mask," and "The horns are growing."

I wait a long time until the men of the village are in a listening position.

"I tell this village! If you want to walk away immediately, miss it!!

I can accumulate words and put my strength into them.

"But if you say you don't like it, you kill them all!! Answer now!!

The men made a scene.

It's not quite something you can do when you tell me to leave.

This is where all of their lives lie.

But I don't want to wait long for a response.

"Then no!! Kahee!!

I ordered the Rucksack Squad to attack.

I run the horses, too, through the men.

The black (noir) horse body I drive is huge, and accelerating doesn't stop the farmers.

Immediately the group of men collapsed, and I slit the back of a farmer fleeing with a sword.

Difficult in a mace you love to fight Knight Galeo.

Target villagers from horseback with sword practice.

"Stop!

Somewhere I heard a scream resembling a woman's scream, but I horseshoed a man running around.

It's not intended to kill, but it kills miserably to plant a sense of fear.

Soon the rucksack unit seems to have chased them too, attacking civilian homes one after the other.

"Light the field!

A fire was set on the field where the wheat in the summer grain grew.

It is an act of trampling the long efforts of the peasants.

But I will not forgive you.

"House set fire to after looting!!

I saw the villagers fleeing apart.

The goal is to achieve.

They spread our horrors.

"Drop the body in the well! Light the woods, too!

I'm used to it, too.

A scream broke out of the burning house and a child jumped out of the fire.

He must have been hiding somewhere.

... I have to stab him to stop...

I ran with a horse.

'How can you be so terrible?

I thought I heard Bell.

Bell's words reached deep into mine then. I still remember occasionally.

... I think I can remember something, something I've forgotten somewhere...

I remember being imprisoned by some strange feeling then.

When I remembered, I missed Belle ferociously.

The woman I keep killing and committing all my clans in front of.

She should be waiting with the merchants at the rear castle.

Fire powder flies at the end of your sight and black smoke rises.

My eyes are tickling, so I decided to move to the village square.

The rucksack unit is busy working when we check the perimeter.

I don't care, but it's hard to call a rucksack unit.

I'd like to think of a good name... like "Carriage Squad"?

Something different, I twisted my neck.

………………

Then we attacked several villages and set them on fire.

Black smoke rises and the inhabitants flee and scatter in fear of us.

The unlucky ones were attacked by us first on the run.

About three days after we left, our area of responsibility ended and we decided to reveal a little early but overnight in the last village.

"Poncero, how's the wound?

I asked Poncero how the wound was.

Poncero's wound has been mutilated into a single letter from his nose column to his right ear.

"Yeah, it looks fancy because it's big. It's no big deal.

But it's a terrific wound over there.

When I looked down, Poncero scratched his jaw uncomfortably.

Poncello originally had a piercing look with an old face, but thanks to this wound he became more powerful.

"Are you married to Poncero?

"No, well, the……………"

Poncello cages his mouth with goño goño.

"You got away with it."

Jean laughs "ahaha".

Apparently a big winner...... Poncero smiled bitterly "ha".

"Well, it's hard to run a soldier... unless I look good like you two, too."

"If you flatter me like that, there's nothing out there."

I added firewood to the bonfire with a bitter laugh.

Poncero and Jean said, "Oh?" but I can't go out with her.

Sure, the mirrors in this country are poor quality objects that just polished the metal, but I also have a smina, and I know my face.

I've never thought of myself as a beautiful man.

Jean is an orthodox idol. Beech wrapped around it and roller skate on it. It feels that way.

My face is obviously thick compared to that...... a little different standards for beautiful men?

Let's ask Smina next time.

"If Poncero's willing to remarry, I'll think of something...... no, you're not coming to Andre's daughter-in-law either, are you? I'm not even a woman, but is it abstinence?

I remember my brother-in-law Andre, but he's 21 years old, and he doesn't feel like a woman either.

Well, I'll do what I do on the battlefield, so I don't think I'm gay...

"I mean... Master Barrian is abnormal.

Poncero laughed bitterly.

It's strange to even talk about things that you don't normally talk about before a bonfire.

After that I spent a relaxing night and healed my tiredness for a few days.

The surrounding villages have been destroyed and no enemy attacks have been carried out.

………………

Next day

We move to the main unit, but the march is still fast.

... Shall I give the rucksack to the soldiers of the other troops... it should be easier to spread than a rear car or something if convenience is spread.

If technology goes out into the world, money will be done and advantages will soon be gone.

What I can do can be done by my enemies... one of these days they may have a rucksack unit.

I admonished myself not to be alarmed.

Something went wrong when we got to the main unit.

It floats somewhere, it's noisy.

This is unusual in a leading Rudolph formation.

I have a bad feeling I'm headed to the big tent, the command department.

Then there was something incredible there.

It's a coffin.

Apparently, the clergy in service is doing the final Mass.

Obviously, someone of high stature has died.

By who?

Look around, but Rudolph, Viscount Dorraine, Dream...... there are also Decos in Albert.

Robert should have led an attack force on the village.

…… by whom?

I approached the coffin fluttering, even during Mass.

Everyone's attention would be drawn, but for some reason, I felt I had to look in the coffin.

Peeping into the coffin, I was attacked by a distracting sensation.

It's Robert.

There lay an untold brother there.

"Why!? My brother can't be late when he's a farmer!!

I eat and hang on Decos.

He was an adjunct to Robert.

"I'm an archer. We were ambushed on a narrow path sandwiched in the woods."

"... stupid, that..."

I fell into a broken foot and supported my fluttering body with my brother's coffin.

... Is there such a stupid story... that the enemy cannot possibly know the operation that will strike the village? How can you ambush me... I can't believe I'm after the march route...

'Wouldn't it be impossible if you didn't know!!

I was shocked in the face, and I was pulled back into reality.

Dream.

Apparently, he beat the crap out of me.

"Balian, we're on our way to Mass."

That's all I said, Dream shut up.

He is an uncle to Robert.

It can't be painful to mourn my daughter's husband.

"... sorry, disturbed... forgive me"

I apologized to Rudolph and the priest and headed to the corner of the room.

Honestly, I don't remember much from here.

I think I talked to Rudolph about something, but it's the sky above.

... a position where you can try to hold me, move the soldiers, and know the march route...

I immediately identified the suspect.

The man isn't even trying to hide the crime.

... I can't believe we're getting this far into tough means...

I know the suspect.

But I can't talk about it.

There is no evidence, and doing so would only confuse the entire formation.

... Brother, I'm sorry, this is my fault...

I wept at my brother's side.

... I didn't feel like competing with my brother... I didn't realize there were a lot of people who couldn't forgive it...

I spent the night by my brother's coffin.

If the brothers who aren't even hating each other don't fight each other, they'll kill you...... while nauseating in these shitty times.

"What about you... don't you have a family?

I felt that the woman who killed my family was talking about me somewhere.

The attack on the village went well, except for Robert's share of the charge, and the warplanes began to show signs of being full.