The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 224: The Battle of the Crusaders * Medium

On July 14, Angelica Sacramenta stood on the coastline.

This was because interactions with the EUFOS Federation supply fleet had been scheduled to provide some sort of replenishment on the coastline around here.

Twenty-four days have passed since I left Mittal.

The Crusaders' main unit approached the vicinity of Sibyak, during which the Crusaders were subjected to all manner of harassment and raids, food prepared at their leisure also bottomed out, and supply lines stretched out into stretches were already interrupted, possibly by attacks by small groups coming from the side of the mountains.

Yuri Howe's harassment was unforgiving everywhere.

Starting with the tactic of crushing the incoming reconnaissance light cavalry from one end and missing, employing a tactic of warfare that doubts Epitaph's ear of proceeding with the entire army without waiting for a report of reconnaissance, he has immediately started a tactic of warfare using ambushes, adding to the resulting weakness.

Recently, there was a massive raid for a total of the sixth time, devouring a well-controlled massive night raid, causing thousands of massive damage to the Royal Frussian Army.

The air in the formation is very poor because we do not allocate personnel for evacuation and have abandoned the seriously injured.

The Crusaders may say that they are united in their desire for this supply.

You can't starve a soldier and challenge him to a showdown.

If you are in a state of consciousness, some hunger is tolerable, but it will be difficult to win in places like this where you let them march on an empty stomach for a long time, let alone try a duel without even eating rice.

If we're going to win, we should at least feed them satisfied before we fight.

You can only survive fighting and winning anymore, and if you are inspired, you will become a dead soldier and fight. Some generals said, but the element of hunger is still huge.

The conference was debating whether to feed the horses or not, but even if the horses in the carriage are crushed and eaten, if they even eat the horses of the cavalry, the cavalry's strength will be weakened.

However, Ange was in a position in favor of feeding the horse because the soldier would be hungry because there was more to it than that.

I can't replace my belly on my back.

If the ship did not come, the horses that Ange had rushed around to make an effort and preserve would be consumed as meat.

Ange was just looking at the horizon.

"Dear Ange..."

"What's up?"

"The mast!

A soldier who was looking in the wrong direction said.

When I look, on the northern horizon, I see a mast.

It was a miraculous sight for Ange.

Apparently, it went a little north, and it came down south from there.

But when the fleet of five ships expressed its full capacity, a shadow fell from the sky, as if a giant god in heaven had scattered even beans.

Maasa falls on the fleet, makes a turn near the sea level, and rushes up again.

Ah......

How easy it is to take away hope.

The convoy began to give up black smoke less than five minutes after that.

Whether the sailors are being chased to extinguish the fire or the ship starts to mess up.

The coast around here was mostly rocky except where Ange was.

There is a boat that rides up a rocky reef near the coast and has a hole in the bottom of the boat or the water line goes up.

There is a ship that disappears towards the sea as it burns.

A ship that should be the lifeline of 100,000 armies disappears.

But in it, Ange had found a ship to entrust with a glimmer of hope.

"Hey, somebody! Call Lord Diller, who's watching the south. Hurry up."

"Ha!"

I hear horses rushing out on my back.

There was a good captain on board, or one of the ships was coming this way.

The ship received a flame bottle landing around the bow, but the rear tail seemed safe.

You ran out of flame bottles, and there's no throwing after you.

The ship was coming this way, flattened with fire with a main mast full of horizontal sails.

I saw the longitudinal sail at the stern moving.

He gave up fire at the bow and was manipulating the ship.

"Hey, someone doesn't have an axe...... right"

Ange looked back and asked her men, but no one shook her head vertically and looked in trouble.

I can't conveniently hold an axe or anything.

"Once we get up on this coast and roll over, we have to destroy the bottom of the ship and carry the load out. I need an axe to do that. There would have been a village northwest. All of you, you can find me a salary axe or whatever!

"Ha! Got it! Hey, let's go!

With that said, leaving a few of his most recent escorts, all his men rode horses and ran like the wind.

A sailboat slowly rushes over here with more fire on the deck.

I don't know if I'm good, but I'm probably good at it. Smoke would make it hard to see forward, but he was following his aim beautifully.

Ange prayed to God for the first time in a long time.

The next day, early morning.

"Still, that was brilliant. Lord Angelica."

Epitaph Palazzo gave an odd compliment on the occasion of the meeting.

"From me, too, let me thank you. Thanks for your help."

Fritz Ronnie of the Galilee Coalition said, and various faces have said thank you ever since.

Ange returns it with humility.

"No... because that's until I did what I thought was best then. I wondered if anyone would..."

Thanks to Ange's swift action, the landed and rolled ship was able to snap the bottom of the ship and carry its luggage out of the barn.

The Crusaders were able to obtain food for one medium-sized carrier.

That amount is not that big of a deal.

The whole army was to be fed into two meals instead of up to two, with a normal amount of meals to be eaten in two parts.

But the Crusaders ate well, at least, and slept well.

And after eating again, I can try the showdown.

Sleeping on an empty stomach and being given a slice of bread enough to reach your hand for breakfast, and going to battle just with it in your belly, there will be a difference between cloud thieves in the soldier's power.

Sure, that's an awesome feat, Ange thought of herself as self-admiring, but now is not the time to spend such praise.

I've already eaten all that food.

Ange was of the opinion that the military debate should proceed as soon as possible.

Because humans, in just about six hours, are hungry creatures.

I'm eating now. There is no next meal. And then the reconnaissance finally came back, and the enemy formation became known.

It will take an hour for the circulation and two hours for the formation. After that, you will fight until you decide to win or lose on the battlefield.

We won't be able to move after six hours. We're not talking about losing power right away, but by six hours, we should at least leave a respite for about two hours to start the fight.

If we wanted optimal conditions, we should have ended the military debate within an hour, if possible.

For example, if it takes three hours for a military conference, there is a risk that hunger will come as we fight on the battlefield.

However, it is certain that the march has come to its limits and that, had it not been for the distribution of food, this meeting would have had a desperate atmosphere as well.

So much so that during the march the papal realm was prevented from fleeing by standing at the rear.

I may have been trying to soothe the atmosphere of the meeting by praising it, but I can't afford to be doing it for too long.

Besides, I don't know if you know, but Alfred was staring at Ange.

”Don't worry about it, businesswoman," he said.

"Well, let's start the military debate."

said Epitaph Palazzo.

On the large table was a large piece of paper, drawn a simple line, depicted as downtown, forest, etc.

A battlefield where a meeting takes place is something we don't know where it will be, so we don't necessarily have a detailed big map of the area.

I hear the showdown is a wide wasteland, so you won't need a particularly detailed topographical map or anything like that.

The squires put a comma on the paper and wrote down their troops.

"This is how the enemy formation takes shape. number to this extent."

Numbers are written on the paper.

"... looks like a classic siege wreck."

Prince Zayed Samurikamri of the Kingdom of Peninsula opened the door to debate.

"Aren't you going to put an elite soldier in the center, take the big army, and push it on both sides"

"To do that, I'm concerned about the low number of right-wing cavalry. Didn't you consolidate the cavalry to the left wing to break through from the left?

It was Kwelz Wellingen of the kingdom of Frusha who made that statement.

"In the first place, there seems to be too few cavalry"

Alfred said.

"Is the enemy army about 50,000 in total? That cavalry is three thousand or so... aren't you hiding it somewhere?

Sure, you were right.

The crusader's cavalry power remains a little more than seven thousand, even if some of the lords have crushed their horses and fed them along the way.

The other side is so ready, so the number of three thousand strong is too small for anything.

"If the siege is intended to be extinct, the center pretends to be pushed and retreats, while attacking left and right and semi-surrounding in infantry is the main road. Plus, bypass the cavalry and let it enter"

Says Prince Zayed.

"Now you can only get in from one wing. The number of cavalry is also superior. It's possible you're hiding it somewhere."

So Epitaph Palazzo slapped bread, bread and hands twice.

"You mustn't ride Yuri Howe's ploy. Two years ago, he showed us his unlikely fantasies and swept across a bridge he thought had burned. His strategy is to manipulate people, make them imagine things they don't have, and make them fight."

Sure, that's right.

But is it possible that the right wing is about 400 horsemen?

"This country has just been in a state where the Queen fell just four months ago and the leading lords dispensed. Many knights may have fallen in the course of a civil war that usurped kingdoms. Or still resisting somewhere, with few aristocrats to be cavalry. Because it's conceivable enough. I mean, the cavalry is paying off, but they're trying to show us a phantom cavalry group."

If you ask me, I certainly can't even think about that possibility.

In fact, even though there was no information that a large number of cavalry were present as ambushes, the face of the meeting was trying to create a phantom cavalry unit just by speculation.

If now the cavalry does not come out, we will be frightened that the cavalry we are paying off is lurking as an ambush, and we will split the soldiers to deal with waste.

If that happens, it could mean Yuri Howe didn't just let him attack there in psychological maneuvers while keeping his big weaknesses in place.

But generally speaking, there will still be cavalry.

"- It is also conceivable that In fact, it is believed to be lurking as an ambush."

"So what measures do you intend to adopt?

Prince Zayed asked.

Indeed, I would have liked the general measures to have been presented.

It takes time for everything to be laid down in the agreement.

"First, I dare ignore the cavalry ambush. Think only of central breakthroughs, not attached to enemy measures - is the one proposal. Put more troops in the center than Yuri Howe estimates to be the maximum at once and break this"

Putting it in all at once sounds good, but it's actually hard.

In the case of infantry, actually fighting the enemy is about one to three rows standing in the front row of the front of the battle, and without such a wide front of the battle, it doesn't mean that the whole army will be slashed.

Thus, in the case of ten columns and one hundred columns, the offensive power does not simply multiply by ten.

For example, if you throw ten times heavier iron balls, you hit them with ten times stronger force, which is not the same story.

Of course, it makes plenty of sense, because if you give it thickness, it's harder to break through, and it's stronger to oppress the enemy formation, but it's not as strong as it is in attack power.

"And targeting the right wing of the enemy with a cavalry, that's two proposals. In this case, this right wing will be protected by a minimal cavalry and the Galilean infantry of Lord Fritz, concentrating as much cavalry on the left wing as possible"

I see.

The 3,000-strong cavalry you see is powerless with minimal coping force.

"If an enemy has launched a detour attack with a cavalry that is an ambush, repel this with a cavalry. If there were no ambushes, this one would make a detour... Lord Angelica, how about that?

Suddenly, Ange shook the subject.

Ange was not thinking about his position and making a conscious statement.

Not a word has been uttered since the military debate began.

That's because Alfred was there.

If Ange says anything, Alfred will have to deny it.

Even if appropriate for military science, Alfred denies it.

Alfred's inbred hatred is pathological; it transcends reason.

That way, purity disappears from the conference and politics enters.

Ange didn't want the Crusaders to lose as a result either.

Having gotten in so far, it's no longer difficult to escape home.

"I thought they were both great ideas. However, I dare say, there are numerous unidentified carriages in the central battlefield, which are also confirmed in the eyes of the reconnaissance because they protrude from the height of the soldiers. I think it's an anxiety factor about how this carriage will be used."

Ange expressed his opinion to add modestly.

So the second proposal seems more appropriate.

"No... not like that"

Why would you want me to express an opinion like this?

I don't know.

Ange is just one lord among the kings or delegates here at the bottom.

There are no legendary military merits that have defeated the great army in the past in the oligarchs, or such circumstances.

I know you're doing well, but it doesn't matter to your opinion.

Nor would the men lined up here, even though they thought they were petty, recognize the military genius in their hearts.

"If it's a deceptive manoeuvre that makes the cavalry look like it's lurking, isn't that carriage also suspected of deceptive manoeuvres?

Alfred's stuck.

"I see Lord Alfred will support the first proposal for a central breakthrough."

"Ugh... um"

I nodded.

Even though it's about my brother, I have a headache.

This man is by no means a retarded fool, even if he speaks of the battle for succession to the throne from the worst terms.

Yet from time to time I get a terrible bad habit.

"Now let the most powerful Tirrerme Divine Imperial Army take charge of the center. And, Lord Angelica, you lead the cavalry of the General Army on the left wing."

- What?

Am I hearing this wrong?

Ange doubted her ears.

"- Stupid!

Alfred barked.

It's not just Alfred.

Other faces also had their eyes open questioning Epitaph's sanity.

"Lord Alfred, refrain. In this operation, cavalry is the tactical necessity. Whoever leads it must be one who knows a demon named Yuri Howe. Yes, I think. Lord Angelica fought him directly two years ago. qualified to do so."

Since the beginning of this meeting, was there a strange way to raise it because you wanted to pass this?

"You're such a crappy little girl! - No, that's not the problem! She's under my command! I have the right to rule!

"No, I want to leave it to you."

Epitaph also looked a little confused by Alfred's eclampsia.

They are both madmen in their nature, but if even madmen touch their kind, do they still think it's strange?

Well, it's hard for anyone to manifest so much anger at the archbishop of the papal realm.

"I will never forgive you!

Alfred affirmed.

It was a declaration that I would never bend it.

"... I'd like to know what Lord Angelica thinks"

Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to leading the great army of cavalry.

But Ange is still anonymous and anxious to be able to put together a cavalry regiment that would have a far greater number in character.

More importantly, here Alfred struck badly because of the disease.

Ange felt, by it, another door open in front of her again.

Ange, once up from the chair,

"I am the one who made the vow of obedience to His Majesty the King, brother Alfred, and therefore I do not intend to worship anything without forgiveness."

said, and thanked him for his courtesy toward Epitaph.

This is appropriate for factual courtesy, and no matter how much epitaph, you can't appoint Ange to some role over Alfred's head.

Since Epitaph is the Commander-in-Chief, it also seems to me that he is free to order everything, but Alfred and Ange's vows of subordination were completed individually and individually, not like Epitaph has a contract with Ange and deposits it with Alfred on top of that.

So technically, I don't have the right to order.

The subordinate subordinate subordinates are not subordinates, etc., but speaking of polarity, it was a question of logic such as whether Epitaph would have to obey Alfred if he told him to give his wife.

In fact, even when Epitaph offers something like a fine chore, Ange still gets permission from Alfred.

However, it was just missed because that is a trivial thing that is unlikely to be linked to great success, so it is also boring to hinder epitaph eclampsy.

These kinds of positions, originally like the kings of the great powers, were not promoted to the major roles to be done.

If we succeed in this role, Ange will make a huge effort to blow the world away.

Alfred went up dramatically because if Ange was awarded a huge reward at the Arbitrage Awards as a result, he could be out of his own hands.

Epitaph doesn't seem to have figured it out yet, but there's no way Alfred with the disease would give permission.

"Lord Alfred, are you sure?"

"I repeat, I do not intend to forgive you"

Again, it was.

Even those who are not familiar with the internal circumstances of the Tirrerme family among the queens lined up here must have now assumed that Alfred was afraid of Ange.

Ange is only a twenty year old little girl.

I would be laughing inside out at how cautious this man is.

The reputation and authority lost by this fortitude is immeasurable.

Really, it was a terrible vice.

"So... Lord Kweltz-Wellingen, could you please"

Do you ask Lord Wellingen?

He was a brilliant man and could be described as a fitter who had done so many accolades.

"Now let's lay down the order of the fine formations -"

Epitaph Palazzo went ahead with the military debate.