Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

In a quiet plain, a frightening number of people are lined up second-hand.

On one side, a unified iron shield, long spears, and an unimpeachable armored helmet attract the attention of a regiment of two Istail leaders, mainly civil soldiers.

Against that is one legion of Barbell, dressed in unified golden armor and lined with heavily armed infantry with large shields up front.

"... isn't that bronze armor"

Looking at the enemy army about 500 meters away, Narson glanced forward in front of the legion along with several horseman escorts.

Neighboring Zirconia also looks surprised by the unexpected sight.

"That's crazy...... all Barbell troops should have worn iron armor"

"Uhm. In the battle of the fort, they were certainly iron armor. But the ones in front of me are different..."

"The enemy isn't the 10th legion, is it? It must have been in front of the fort since the truce, the Sixth Corps."

"I was already wondering if the iron arsenal has gone to all armies... you mean the manufacturing hasn't caught up?

"I don't know. It would be a waste to dispose of the weapons that are still available, so maybe they're just using them as they are?

As the two spoke, the central part of the enemy's heavily armed infantry cleared the way and five horsemen came out.

From the shape of the armor, one of them is apparently an enemy general.

They kept running and stopped in the middle of the plain.

"... come on, you mean. Jill, you wait here. Guards, follow me."

Follow the escorts, and Narson runs beneath the enemy.

When we reached beneath them, the old general of the enemy in luxurious armor stepped forward.

"This is Marquez Conspin, Commander of the Sixth Regiment of Valvere."

"Arcadia Army Isteria, 1st Legion Leader, Narson Istel."

When Narson answered, Marquez glanced at the zirconia far beyond.

"Your wife looks fine."

"Thank you. You're right, I'm pimping."

"Hmm. I jumped off such a high altitude, and it was always safe."

Marquez turns his eyes back to Narson.

"Though I thought the plan was to talk about having a meeting place with the Arcadia royal family and the senate about this fort?

"Oh, that or. I'm sorry, but let's not talk about it."

"Well, I don't think so, but you're not going to use the civic soldiers behind you to get the fort back from us or anything, are you?

"Are you going to?

When Narson answered, he snorted like Marquez made a little fool of himself.

"That's a lot of confidence. Does" Arcadia Shield "mean anything to attack or defend?"

Marquez stares at Narson.

"But as our legion that keeps the fort, we can't allow such outrage. Are you sure Arcadia is ready to abandon peaceful negotiations and enter a full-scale war with our country again?

"It's something I've often been able to say that while unilaterally breaking the truce and keeping the fort in deception. From the moment your army attacked the fort, the war is starting again. Can't you just let me hear the conversation?"

Narson returns a provocative dialogue.

Marquez shook his head, for Christ's sake.

"Aye, all right, I'm done saying anything. Let me smash it with all my might. Be prepared."

Marquez manipulated Rata and went back to his own army.

"... Hmm. That man..."

Staring at his leaving back, Narson snaps.

"Master Narson, let's go back."

"Uhm."

He was nodded by the escort, and Narson also turned his heels back to his own formation.

Around that time, in the rear of the Istael army, Ichigo and Barletta were on the carriage.

He loads a crate and makes a simple pedestal, looking across the battlefield from about five meters above the ground.

I already have a tripod and a handicap.

"Oh, Mr. Narson is back. What do you say, Mr. Barretta? Anything unusual?

Yiliang looks forward to the legion and speaks to Barletta, who looks behind him.

Barletta puts her eyes on the binoculars and stares at the end of the road.

"Yes, so far. The road is bent, so you're afraid you won't see it far away..."

The road is not in a straight line but curves loosely a few hundred meters back.

I keep a lookout cavalry around the corner, but that cavalry is not particularly responsive so far either.

"But again, this forest is so deep. I told you at the time of the military conference that there might be ambushes, but normally you can't think of breaking through in the wrong direction."

The forest is very deep, and it is about to thrive.

There are no big cities around here, so the forest is completely untouched.

Barletta lowers her binoculars and looks into the forest on her right hand side.

"Right. Anyway, if you have a local land survey, this seems a little impossible."

"How long did you put out a scourge?

"On one side, 30-40 people should have let it out. He said he would thoroughly rule out the possibility of an ambush, and I'm sure... Ah, he's back!

Variety, lightweight infantry returned from the woods.

They all have leaves and twigs on their heads and clothes, and they look terrible.

I guess I couldn't find the enemy because he didn't even look particularly rushed.

"Wow, he's bleeding out of his cheeks. Did you cut it with branches..."

"It's bright red flowing to my clothes...... I'm glad you brought a lot of medicine"

For this march, I have brought a large quantity of concoction drugs purchased from the Union of Spellmen.

The medications formulated by the Union of Spellmen were all highly effective, from those used to heal wounds to painkillers and rectifiers.

As expensive as ever, it is significantly cheaper than it was about a year ago thanks to mass-production & supply of medicinal herbs & discount negotiations at the Istell family.

Incidentally, medicines with somewhat approaching consumption deadlines are being paid down to town doctors at super low prices.

Citizens' health levels are gradually rising thanks to significantly cheaper drugs prescribed by town doctors.

The union of spellmen can be purchased medicinal herbs inexpensively and sell stably and massively to the military for formula drugs that have a monopoly on manufacturing.

The Istell family is always able to ensure quality medicines, and there is no waste in paying down old medicines to town doctors, and the health and satisfaction of the citizens are increased and the whack.

It is a win-win relationship that

"Right. But the spellmen's pills, I wonder what the formula is... Speaking of which, they're accompanying the Legion, right?

"Yes, with the doctors, there are a few of them."

"Then I wonder if I'll do the prebattle fortune telling. Isaac once told me that animal gut colors make up for victory and defeat."

"Is it gut fortune? I've heard of it, do you really hit it?

"You said Mr. Isaac was five fifths. Oh, but he also told me to instruct him in advance to get a good result."

Talking about that, a few horsemen jumped out in front of heavily armed infantry on their right wing.

Fly the military flag and run towards the left wing.

It's a battle readiness signal.

When the cavalry tried to reach the left wing, from around the center of the legion, someone shouted something out loud.

Everyone looks at you in unison.

The person who raised his voice wore a robe, apparently a magician.

Next to that, there is also the figure of Nalson, who was back with the escort.

The magician flourished and said, 'It's a triumphant heaven!' I'm shouting, pointing to the sky.

"Ah, a bird."

"That's a big bird..."

A large bird with brown wings is swirling around directly above Istell's army.

When the bird rang with a high voice, it flew towards the Barbell army.

As it was, I barely went over their heads and eventually became invisible.

No one speaks a word and everyone stares at the sight with their mouths shut.

"... I don't know, is that a good omen?

"Sounds like it. Somehow, everyone's got a brighter look."

At that time, the sound of a tall trumpet rang from the enemy formation.

The enemy's heavily armed infantry takes the large shield with their hands on it.

On the Istell's side, too, the drummer, who had refrained beside Narson, began to beat the drum.

The avant-garde units of the Istaire army slowly begin to advance.

"... here we go"

"What do you want to do with this recording?

"I don't know when or what will happen, and let's take a picture"

"Okay."

Barletta pressed the recording button on the handicam.

Recording begins with a misplaced electronic sound called pippy.

The shooting is behind the Legion.

"I'll watch your back."

"Please"

With binoculars in his hand, Barletta looks behind him.

Ichiyoshi stared at the avant-garde forces as they proceeded one by one.

At the same time.

Marquez, who leads the Sixth Regiment, was watching the slowly approaching Istail Army from above Rata.

"They got here a lot faster than expected."

To Marquez's words, the old general nods, refraining next door.

He is the deputy head of the Sixth Corps.

"Yes, thanks to you, I didn't have time to fortify the camp"

About a kilometer behind them, their camp is being built.

Normally, wood is cut out of the woods to lump fences or dig ditches to make them serve as simple fortifications.

Put food and carriages there and look at the battle with confidence.

This time, however, the news of enemy troop outings came in addition to the work of switching residences with the 10th Legion, which took a lot of time to prepare for the departure.

In the meantime, the march speed of the Istel army was only one day faster than expected, making it almost impossible to fortify the camp.

You won't have to worry about the camp being attacked, but you're a little restless.

"Right. But their soldiers must be tired because of the rush to march. If you prolong the battle a little longer, we'll have a butterfly soon."

"Yes, it's an under-trained gathering, and an opportunity to destroy it in one piece. Eleven years ago, snowflake, let me clear it up."

"Mm-hmm. I think I can tell my granddaughter some good souvenir stories, too"

While the two of them are talking, Istell's army is getting closer and closer.

My distance, 400 meters left.

"Get the archers out"

"Yes."

The deputy chief commands the trumpet hand to blow the trumpet.

The heavily armed infantry made way for every row, and from then on the archers ran out.

He ran to the front about fifty meters of the infantry and stopped.

Lined in two front and two rear columns, aligned without gaps.

Enemy units stopped.

"Uhm."

Istell's army stops, and in the same way archers and stone throwers run out sewing between heavily armed infantry.

500 archers and about 500 stone throwers from behind.

Marquez also thought that if he was bad, he would come out with about a thousand stone throwers alone, but it's still a small number because he didn't have enough training periods.

The archers of the Sixth Corps are well trained and veterans are plentiful.

The bow itself was also made of quality wood, and Marquez had the confidence to overwhelm him with range, hitting rate, and fast-fire power.

Nevertheless, I am not even willing to be alarmed.

The Arcadia Archer, a conscript, is a veteran who has already experienced the battle before the truce.

"Spare the archers."

The sound of the trumpet changes and the archers scatter.

"Even if a throwing spear soldier comes out, let him keep firing until he's nearby"

"Yes, sir."

"How's the enemy cavalry?

"I'm not moving."

"All right. Let him eat simultaneous fire at the same time as he gets into range. I'll let you lose your temper."

On the ground, the stones buried on the ground were marked in red at an angle that could only be seen here.

The location is the maximum range point for the Barbell Archers.

As we have also checked in advance the placement of the archers, everything is as planned.

Istell's army approached the landmark, and the bowman commander issues a decree.

The archers simultaneously squeezed strings towards the sky, releasing them.

"Mmm."

Marquez roars at the enemy's movements.

Until then, archers and stone throwers from the Istel Army ran at full speed.

The arrows unleashed many of them jumped over their heads and pierced the ground.

But he hit some stone throwers who were following the rear row.

They immediately make a sudden stop and enter the firing position of arrows and stone bullets.

They don't wait for the commander's decree, they seem to shoot at the May Rain Ceremony at the discretion of an individual.

Barbell archers also entered a second simultaneous posture.

"Well, let's do it. But even if it's a simple shootout, there's a minute here... Huh!?

When Marquez was about to say so, two archers of his own army, who were at a remote location at both ends of the line, blew up heavily backwards, as if they had been hit by something huge.

Those who were around them look back a little.

At the next moment, something clashed against the head of one soldier who looked back, and he was ripped from his neck upwards and raised his bloodbath abundantly on the spot.

"What!? What happened!?

Marquez yells out loud, but neither does the deputy know what's going on.

While doing so, heavy shooting continued between him and me, causing more casualties on both sides.

Obviously, however, the Barbell archers were upset and the accuracy of the shooting had dropped exceptionally.

Following the command of the Archer Commander, he continues to expose his enemies to simultaneous fire, but is gradually beginning to be overwhelmed.

At about twenty seconds apart, several of their companions are continuously blown up or ripped off one of their limbs.

It is more impotent to remain calm.

"Dear Marquez, that's it! There's something beside the enemy's heavy-duty infantry!

Looking at the tip of the deputy's finger, Marquez distorted his expression.

Because there were six pieces of equipment like the one I put on the platform with my big bow asleep, lined up next to the heavy-duty infantry corps.

"Is that... the new weapon I heard about before!? Why do they have it?

The moment Marquez screamed, an arrow was fired from that apparatus, striking directly into the bowman's belly.

He blew backwards nearly ten meters, and then even Pickle stopped moving.

The vice president who was beside him immediately assumes command in his place.

"Master Marquez! We'll shoot and lose as we go!

"Get him back! Heavy Infantry is Turtle Armor Formation!

The trumpet of the retreat order rings and the archers hurry to retreat behind the heavily armed infantry.

Seeing that, the archers and stone-throwers of the Istaire army went further forward.