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

I entered the castle guided by a lightning fire, descended to collapse and rolled into a large letter.

"Father, go up! Did they do it!?

My son (Simon), who would have waited worried, rushed over.

I thought you waited for me to be tired in the first line... my eyes got hot.

"No, I'm fine, but I'm just tired. I don't want to move."

When I spoke as I fell asleep, Lolo, worried and approaching, exhaled.

"Wow, Father is awesome... compared to that, I... I couldn't do anything"

Simon groaned like a groan.

You would have regretted it for the rest of your life, the look on your lip bite is stiff.

From what I can tell, he arrived in the first line at the age of 12 and went back and forth among the 8,000 enemies... I think it's a docile debut at twelve, but I guess he's not convinced.

"Simon, give me a hand."

I held Simon's hand and stood up, "Come on."

Remove the helmet and cheek and remove the fur.

Autumn night wind cools my feverish body.

When you say you look like armor, you can steam.

Some fall into battle when heavily armed.

Hydration and resting when resting is well known in the Lyon Cool Army... but probably not well understood.

"Simon, well done. I don't know what you think, but I did it right."

I grabbed Simon's shoulder and smiled.

"Ku, Nels and Lamey were brilliant, too. Good buddy, take care."

After hearing my words, Simon leaned down a little, looked up and laughed bitterly, "So why is it just Nels's name?"

You have to wear your own keri for what's on your mind.

If Simon says it's hard to convince himself of his first line, there's nothing I can do about it.

But it's also true that I feel proud of my son for fulfilling his first line.

So I compliment you.

That's fine.

"Hey, who set that fire on fire?

A brilliant lit fire with my fingers, and I asked Simon.

"… that was instructed by Dormier after sundown. Did it taste bad?

With a little hesitation, Simon answers anxiously.

Hi Simon seems to be losing confidence...... this is not a good idea but he is only 12 years old when he just played first base.

I remember you, too.

A boy who has a little specialty can have a sense of self-confidence and omnipotence that doesn't make sense until he goes out into society... he's called "Sickness 2 Disease".

It is also a time when you tend to look down at the adults around you with good grades from academic tests and sports competitions and illusion that you are even competent.

But when you go out into society, that confidence is broken even brittle.

The "Ordinary Osama" people who have been fooling around know the reality of being able to work more than they can fathom themselves.

This is the difference between 'experience'.

Losing confidence but continuing to work and gaining 'experience' will enable Simon to stand alone as a member of society... but now Simon is truly in a state of 'shattered confidence'.

I can't help it.

Simon has excellent talent and tough flesh, and is a delicacy that makes him enzo his master and say, "He's a genius."

Can't you help but dream of yourself doing the lion's excitement in the first place?

In fact, until then, it was my number one skill at dealing with older alumni.

But going to the battlefield, my father, who has always been a jerk and a fool, runs the lead on horseback, and I do my best just to chase him far behind... I have no choice but to lose confidence in this.

But I dare not speak up.

It is a boy that makes my father want to rebel even when he says good things.

So I think you're right not to say anything about this.

My father speaks on his back.

I laughed at Simon.

"No, it's a good decision. With that light the subsequent allies knew where the castle was and were encouraged. Exactly. Dormier is an ancient soldier from battlefield to battlefield."

When I nodded, Simon muttered, "Well, is that what you say?"

"You don't have to hurry. When I was twelve years old, me and Barrian used to go out to other territories and do bad things."

Lolo smiled kindly.

The term "other territory" refers to Bashraal territory, but it is a flower, not to say.

"I miss you! I learned how to rob Albert!... Was that eight? First you steal pigs."

Far away are the days of youth.

My nostalgia loosened my cheeks.

"Shall I teach you how to kidnap and rob a woman?" If you accumulate it, you can take it and sell it away. "

"Indeed. You can earn a dime."

Me and Lolo laughed "ahaha" and Simon looked a little lit up.

Robbery is an important skill for soldiers.

When isolated in enemy land, if you can't efficiently do one of the robberies, you just starve to death.

This is the survival technology of the battlefield.

Our teacher Albert, who made me do this from the age of eight, is unusual, but he's not wrong.

Enzo didn't seem to pay much attention to that.

The battlefield thing seems to be a stance that tells you to learn on the battlefield... this wouldn't be a mistake either.

By the way, it goes without saying that kidnapping is useful in kidnapping.

In the sparsely populated land of Amoros, man is precious only for that... there are many uses, old and young, noble and bitchy.

"Just fine, me or Lolo will teach you during the march. But not in the realm."

"I know, I know."

Apparently, Simon's been a little distracted, too.

It is also necessary for the Commander to switch quickly.

"Reflect, Don't Draw"

It's not as easy as saying it by mouth, but Simon apparently has the qualities of a commander as well.

... Parental idiot?

Trouble or loss of confidence is also an experience.

I thought this was my son's growth as well, and I was a little happy.

………………

The next day, even after the sun rose, Potsuri and his allies returned.

Apparently, there was no enemy pursuit.

There was not much damage done by the Lionkur army, but it was confirmed that more than 700 castle soldiers eventually reached Bashraar Castle.

This battle was largely hustled and passed on, as if it was a disheartening tale of 100,000 troops on 100 rides, but killing more than 800 people on one horse.

If there was a guy who could kill as many as 800 people on his own, I think even a single Soviet assault would get him to battle... well, leave that alone.

The success of this rescue operation greatly increased the morale of the Lyoncourt faction, especially the castle soldiers led by Poncello.

"The enemy is a great army, but not enough to fear"

It is significant that he gave a positive image to an ally that he had feared and noticed for the great army.

The rebellion in Bashraar territory, where the chain continued, also stopped momentum here.

Ground-bearing squadrons are wind watching chickens who gradually change their affiliation and take sides in their favor.

This is not good or bad.

The dispute between the old and new lords like this one will be blown by a solemn wind, depending on the settlement.

Making an effort to grab the butt of a winning horse is also a desperate way for the little lord to survive.

Its the first time they got scared of me and noticed and refrained from turning to the enemy...... this is huge.

You don't have to be on your side, it's your word if you don't become an enemy.

But the damage isn't light either.

Soldiers led by Poncello reduced their numbers and many sustained wounds.

The cavalry lost 19 horsemen, including Toussaint de Belli.

In conjunction with the damage of the four horsemen ahead, the rest are just 100 horsemen, except me and Rollo and Simmons.

Toussaint is probably in captivity.

A knight, a noble class, often chooses to be a prisoner rather than to fight until he dies in war.

As long as we surrender, we will pay the ransom in negotiations for the return of the prisoners, etc., and the figure will be handed over.

This is also an aristocratic system of mutual assistance.

If you were a prisoner, you wouldn't have a problem.

"Jose, if the surrounding residents come to evacuate, put them away. Whatever you want, you can let him get away with it on the Lioncool side. Don't force it when the enemy arrives. Run to Portu, the fortified city if you have to."

I give instructions to José de Benuro, who protects the castle, and prepare to go out with Poncero.

There are just so many wounded, there's no reason to take all the remaining cavalry and castle soldiers.

We need to regroup.

In the north, the main force must be dealing with Count Darmon, joining you first.

Me and Poncero put the soldiers to rest until the next day and head north with a soldier who can move.

There are only wounded and Bashraal defensemen in Bashraal Castle... There is not a single party attacked, but there is no reason to disperse your forces.

Bashraar castle, if you have to, you just have to abandon it and run.

You will not have fewer allies in the castle.

As long as the soldiers remain, some hands cage in Portu until winter arrives.

That's right, winter can't get past the hordes of hungry people.

From here on, it's a streak after a streak of battles.

There is a chance that you won't be able to take it back once you've had it... but if you beat it, there will be no tomorrow.

... Win, let me win...

I glanced west where BoardOne would be.