The girl with the fire wheel.

The Coimbra army, commanded by Grohl himself, headed north on Canaan Street to intercept the impending rebels.

Most of Canaan Avenue leading to the state capital is a stunning plain, with some hilly areas to the east. It is not until we have crossed the city of Rockbell that it becomes a rugged mountainous area.

Reports from the scouts say the rebels continue to march as they please without forming a line. He said he was intentionally murderous because he took up flavor in the looting. Grohl immediately declined to make a surrender recommendation.

"After all, it's the middle of the street that's going to be the battlefield, around here, I guess. Number of people, gear is our advantage, why not not not rush here and attack carefully? We loosen the siege and wait for the enemy to disintegrate. I was wondering if we could win without much damage."

Wilm suggests as he looks at the map that spreads over the tabletop. The enemies are only those who are not equipped and have no busy training. The victory will roll in just by siege and thoroughly pushing him away with a bowshot. As for Wilm, I wanted Grohl to overlap his loss even more, but I'm not going to let the rebels do whatever they want until Madres, the state capital. I don't know what the situation is, but we have to stop here. The mere fact that there has been a rebellion would be enough to make Grohl lose his legs.

(Surely it was a general named Listig who led the rebels? I guess I'm in a hurry to get to Madres, but I can't overlook the boulders that far. I am a Coimbra, even though I share my friendship with Amir)

"Then it's too hand wet! Lay down the crane wing formation as originally planned and attack and crush the bugs once and for all! Even though Bahar has deceived me, I will never allow anyone to kill my countrymen!

"However, it is also necessary to attack in vain and wear out soldiers"

"I suppose you have soldiers and are training for this kind of emergency. When do you mean to shed without bleeding now!

Grohl barks reddening his face. In the end, the convocation from the north of Coimbra did not proceed frankly and consisted of soldiers mainly in the south. That number is eight thousand. He was trying to crush it without skin with all his strength, but his thoughts were off and frustrating.

"… so there is no change in the policy to settle in the short term, is that correct?

"That's the thing. Wilm, you wait in the center, and if you see a winning chance, proceed with the soldiers at once. Use your attack as a signal to storm all units. I'm not allowed to go backwards!

"Ha, I'll take care of it!

Wilm salutes and exits the tent. My son Royer, my daughter Ligret, who was waiting outside, approaches me. Both names are Coimbra military men, young and in quite a position. Wilm had a particular eye for Royer and was hoping for the future. Excellent literature and serious trust from soldiers. It has all the qualities necessary as a general. After that, if you gain experience, you won't be able to complain as your own successor.

On the other hand, I believe that it would be enough for a pawn in a political marriage as to Ligret. Unlike Royer, I have no sense of talent as a samurai. She has been sick and weak since childhood and her face is badly blue and white. Always wearing glasses, so fragile that I can't hold my sword properly. Without the name of the Gramble family, you wouldn't have been able to join the army. So many times I've wondered if Cynthia, my friend's oblivion, was my real daughter.

More importantly, I can't help but suffer from eclampsia when it comes to the insidious nature, gaze and modus operandi of the ligretto. It is as if it embodies a side of itself that is also a shady schemer. They seem to be making me look straight at the dirty parts, just getting into my sight makes me frustrated.

To be clear, I'm definitely eliminating it if I'm not my daughter.

"- Father, how was the military debate?"

"Royer? After all, Taishou is challenged by the short-term showdown. No change in policy."

"You don't understand me. Clearly, isn't it a battle you can win just because you're surrounded? I don't think you need to cause extra wear."

Wilm also nods at Royer's words.

"You're absolutely right. But I guess Taisho also has a face. If you are afraid of the thief, you are truly afraid that the public will have a bad reputation."

"I've been rebelled against, and now I have no more bad reviews or anything. Was there anything more to lose?"

Royer laughs thinly. I've explained to Royer the policy of losing Grohl.

"Well, you're absolutely right. But if it's a fight, if you stay alert, you lose your life. Never get distracted. I will not allow you to die in such a tedious battle."

"Yes, I understand."

"… I understand"

Following Royer, Ligret salutes as well.

"Ligret, I didn't tell you."

"... what does that mean?

"What I found out. I have no interest in your life or death. Show the Grambles a shameless battle every once in a while. Though you are a woman, you are a samurai. At all, Cynthia, how about a little apprenticeship?"

When Wilm snaps his nose, Ligrette glances at him. That will also result in an increase in frustration. I guess he doesn't intend to put it on his face, but I can see that it's obvious that he's unhappy. If Royer is a samurai-like Yang temperament, Ligret is shady in nature. Wilm has even seriously bothered to see if this is really a blood-connected daughter.

"... with your orders, I will serve in the lead."

"Stop mouthing what you can't do. I can't even hold my sword. I just waste my life where humans are on the front line. You should lead the archers and pretend to cover them. Don't just imitate the name of my Gramble family with mud. Then I'll slaughter and throw them away."

…………

"You got something to say?

"... no, I get it"

Ligrette nods, but her mouth is cramped. Probably thinking of things like “then don't say anything extra from the start”.

This girl's discontent immediately appears on her face. When it's terrible, I'll even try to tongue it openly. Those tricks make Wilm more uncomfortable than the bottom of his heart.

Taking advantage of the urge to hit the side with all his might, Wilm changes the subject.

"By the way, I guess I made good arrangements for what I ordered"

"... as your father commanded. Starting with Sarah, no one ever doubted her."

"Fine, fine."

"... the doctor..."

"You have absolutely no need to know. I won't allow you to pry. Follow my instructions."

Wilm takes Royer and turns straight to his own squad. Ligrette stood up to her complacency. I just decided to take it out of my sight because I really want to hit him when I'm talking about it any more.

What made Ligret arrange was for Sarah, the injured Grohl's wife, to bring Wilm's breathing doctor closer. It can also be used to collect information and to enforce measures in times of need.

I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but I've never been over there to hit the fabric stone.

"By the way, Father. Will the thief really come at me without any thought? They know it's inferior in numbers."

"Naturally."

"Then there's one way they can take it. Just in case, we were investigating the vicinity in advance. Look at this."

"... let me see"

Take the map of Royer and quickly circle your thoughts on what you would do. What would you do if you were the enemy general Listig? Led by civilians from other countries. Is it possible to guess about the soldiers and mercenaries brought from Bahr? How do you overturn your disadvantages with that gesture? There will be no military personnel or lords to fall back on the rebels first, even as the plot is made.

"You only have one or eight ambushes. If we take out Taisho, the command will be greatly disrupted, and if we succeed, we can push him into ruin. It will be a beating, but there is a good chance of success. Sadly, it works very well for our army today"

Wilm throws up sarcasm.

"If we did not take the protracted method of warfare, enemy general Listig would have known. If you are so discerning the temper of being fat, I will definitely set up an ambush. It depends on how we respond."

As he clouds his words, he turns to the kind of gaze Royer asks.

What appears in the front is the rebels, mainly civilians. It's the main force in terms of numbers, but this is kind of like a pigeon. Soon the rebels will be at a disadvantage. Grohl orders an all-out offensive, and both wings, plus the center, initiate an assault. Enemy General Listig will have read so far.

Wilm looks up at the hills spreading to the east. At that point, you'll be able to see the streets. Suppose you left a small number of soldiers lurking there.

"... don't talk to anyone about this. Good, Royer."

"Ha, whatever."

"Hmm."

Wilm folds the map and gets nostalgic. A single defeat would be advantageous to rebuild. If my squad is alive, I can do anything. Unlike the original plans, it doesn't matter if the results are the same.

Listig's thoughts are like the fall of the state capital, not just Grohl's neck, but that is absolutely unacceptable. If we can't stay with the Glor elimination, it's until Wilm restructures the soldiers and destroys them. The opponent doesn't end up intact either, so it's possible enough.

(... I didn't think it would extend until I took my life, but it doesn't seem to. Taisho, you're not really on. But it's also rust coming out of me. I can get paid, but it's good. We'll take care of the future of the coin bra)

- Canaan Street Plains Department. Under a cloudless blue sky, the battle began in the form of rebels hitting the forefront.

Rebels spreading sideways without a line will form a formation in which the natural center protrudes. The Coimbra Army has both wings spread as planned and intercepts them. Rebels that initially beat the momentum, but unlike Rockbell, who had no great resistance. If you couldn't push it through all at once because you only have experience in ravaging battles, there's nothing to hit next. Gradually, but more than the number of people, the Coimbra army begins to push.

Cynthia, positioned in right-wing hindsight, checks the state of the war with a binoculars. Sequentially, Cynthia, a newcomer, was ordered to wait at the rear, hoping for the front line, but without being allowed to do so. I was willing to do anything to earn credit in this battle close to the first line, but it didn't seem like it would come true.

"Uhm. Wouldn't the battle be over without any fighting merit as it is? … what's the matter"

Cynthia braces herself on the horse as she roars. To be clear, I already see where the battle is going. The enemies in the front are already on their hips. If we hit him later, we're going to be able to push him to the crumble. Yes, the Wilm main unit holding back in the center. If this starts the attack, both wings will initiate an assault. Naturally Cynthia will follow suit, but from this position of hindsight, we can't make it.

(Do you want to run out and go a little further? You can't even blame me for traveling a little bit)

Violation of orders is a felony, but the indiscipline of being forgiven if meritorious exists in every state. Even great men, like those in the biography, have done great things by violating orders. It is difficult for young people to do their job without committing some danger.

"Okay."

Cynthia bites her lips and squeezes her sword. And the moment he's ready and tries to give the order, he grabs the cape and pulls it down from the horse.

"- What?"

My back can hit the ground. He was wearing armor so there were no injuries, but the impact was huge for that matter. After praising his face, his anger springs up in a boil. Stand up in a hurry and drink a man who worked disrespect.

"What are you doing? Huh!

"Hey, you were about to violate orders now. He said he couldn't handle it in a place like this. It was on my face."

"Bubba, bubba, do something stupid"

"You seem upset, though."

"... Gohon, don't say what you played with! There's no way I'm breaking orders! More than that, you know what you've done!

Ten himself pulling Cynthia down, grabbing up Noel's chest with a slight face. Class, I have the honor of being a commander. Whatever it is on a personal occasion, I can't leave it as it is now. I had to punish him.

"Captain Cynthia, please wait a little longer to hit me. Look, if you're going to do something about violating orders anyway, let's put up a bigger deal. It's more fun, and it'll surprise everyone."

Noel picks up the layout diagram from his bag and shows it to him in a good way. This is very important information, something that Cynthia doesn't even have. I don't know where Noel got it, just a ten-man. I'm just gonna listen to you for now, and I'm gonna loosen my powers and free Noel.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"Hehe, I just drew it. I've never done it in kind before, but I guess I did pretty well. I don't even know the commander's name, so it's appropriate."

In addition to the names I found out, the formation chart describes what I think is obviously appropriate, such as the Porch Squad or the Tama Squad. It's hard to believe, but this must be something Noel wrote.

Noel starts explaining again when he meditates on one eye and thumbs up good at it. There are no shards of tension in the way it looks.

"It's this right-wing hindsight that we have now, and this is where the enemy's main unit is. So, General Wilm's main unit is going to step forward to decide the battle. So Captain Cynthia wanted to step forward in time for the big offense. It won't reach the enemy's main unit from here."

"... uh, um, still, well, it's like it's close to it, it's like it's not, yeah, well, let's just get past it"

Cynthia mumbles when she is poked at a picture star. It's hard to honestly say that I was about to come forward because I wanted to mention my kung fu.

"Here's the problem. I wonder why the enemy decided to fight here without thinking about it. You'll never win if you fight straight from the front, will you? Because the number of people and equipment are different. Even monkeys can tell."

"Even though I know I can't win, there are times when I have to. I guess that's the way it is now from them."

There are occasions when even disadvantages cannot be retreated. Even if the rebels were a hundred thousand large armies, Cynthia fights for Coimbra until the end. Maybe the enemy is the same.

"That sounds like Cynthia. That's a fine opinion. But they're not all like that. Because there are a lot of people in the world who want to poke at their weaknesses."

Everything has its back. Noel says so, pointing to a point. It's a hilly point where the Noels met the rebels the other day.

"... say what the place is"

"Yeah, these last few fressers - I met with enemy scouts. I was wondering why you were here, and I took my time thinking about it. If the raid on the village isn't what you're looking for, maybe it was a downlook. For the real thing to come."

"What's the real thing to come about? Oh, it's so roundabout!! Come to a conclusion!

I can't stand a lot of Noel and urge him to say the answer.

"I don't know if Taisho or General Wilm are aware of it, but I wonder if the enemy will be avalanche from around here into our main unit at the same time that all the troops stormed. If that happens, maybe we can't stop it."

"- What do you mean?

"I guess I would. If you kill Taisho by slashing him, they'll all be upset. If you're a widow and you want to win, it's only natural that you're after the general first."

Noel stabbed the short knife on his hips into the main unit of the formation diagram. The knife stands profoundly against the main unit with the groll.

"But isn't that too much to think about? I don't think there's enough room for the enemy to form a separate unit."

Though enemies, what they preach is nothing more than the gathering of thieves. I very much don't think there is a plan. You can try to put out a scourge just in case, but by the time you get back, the big offense will start.

"Oh well. Yeah, I guess so. Then you mean it was too much of my thinking."

Noel tries to convince himself lightly to do the formation diagram. Unexpectedly clapped, Cynthia complains about spreading the story.

"... hey, don't pull back easy on me for saying it out of you.... right, what do you think we should do if we were to prevent that crime?

"Uh, we're gonna roll the squad and move to the bushes down the hill. You can kill the momentum of an ambush if you take the form of poking at the enemy's flank. If we wait for backup, we'll be safe."

…………

"I'll leave it up to Captain Cynthia to decide. Well, I don't care either."

Just saying what he wanted to say, Noel stretched his arms out to heaven as he stretched out. Looks very pleasant in the sunlight all over your body.

(On second thought, Noel also has a point. But if you think too much, you'll just end up violating orders)

Stare at the eastern hills. I can't feel any sign of the enemy. But it also seems as if the whole army will show up at the moment of the assault. The fact that the enemy generals are Baha 'is is likely a cavalry. Turning back after being raided doesn't seem very likely to make it.

You can report it to your superior's thousand chiefs, but they'll definitely kick your ass. Because we're already getting ready for the assault.

"What do we do, what do we do? Oh, what am I supposed to do!

"Hey, my heart's out there. I knew Cynthia was funny."

"Shut up!"

"It's a beautiful day. Either way, you probably won't die. Yeah, maybe I can handle it."

Expressing his unfounded opinion, Noel made him give a colorful salute.

hills east of Canaan Avenue. A separate unit of Listig, who was hiding himself, was lurking his breath across the horse.

As planned, the main unit that was hit from the front with the enemy seems scattered. But that's the plan, too. Grohl thought he was bound to be fed. And it's also about pretending that Wilm, who noticed the ambush, dares not notice.

The horn hits high and the drums and bells ring hard. Wilm's main unit, which was holding back in the center of the coin bra, began to come forward. Both wings begin to storm eagerly to follow it. There is no way we can be miscellaneous soldiers such as stopping the Coimbra army that has gained momentum. The corpses of the Red Wheel Army became more and more disadvantaged in a single list. It will soon be a total collapse.

Ristig nods. He said now was a good time.

"All right, we've got a plan! Look, the main force of the coin bra is brilliantly fished out, and the key main force is extremely thin! You've got the biggest opportunity to take the foolish groll!

When Listig tells them, the cavalry builds momentum. Red Wheel flags fly. Now it's just a symbol, but if Listig drops his coin bra, it could be a new state flag. As long as we kill Grohl, the mission is over. Later, if you take over from Amir, you'll also get the next Tai Gong status. Ristihi becomes a hero of incompetent groll, the spokesperson of a people suffering from bad governance.

Geb strips his teeth off as he strokes his impure beard.

"I didn't expect you to read this far. Apparently, Captain Listig has luck."

"Ha-ha-ha, we definitely have the luck. Geb, you do your best too. I'll remind you of Bahar's equestrian tricks!

"I'll take care of it. Hey, Kraft to the fresser, you guys be on your guard. Raise Grohl's neck, he's the best at it. Knights and nobles aren't dreams, either!

"Yes, I get it!

"I'm the nobleman? I'll definitely show you a lot of enemy necks!

"Good reply, you guys. Human beings are boring if you have to have ambition!

Fresser and craft responding with difficulty in handling horses. They were incorporated into Geb's squad and joined this separate squad.

They were heartily relieved that they were glad they made the right choice. Because if we did poorly, it might have been ourselves who was being crushed right now. And I was making my chest jump on the biggest opportunity I ever visited. If you take Grohl's head, nobility is not a dream either. That will change my life.

The fressers raise their ambitions and wait for the decree with breath.

"As the Geb squad cuts ahead, so do we! Aim for the enemies, the neck of Coimbra Taishou Glor! Don't look at the other soldiers!

"Respond!!

"Red Wheel Army Assault, Win on Us!!

- Coimbra army headquarters. Grohl nods satisfactorily as he gazes at the war situation with his glasses.

It worked out so well I was scared. Both wings have increased pressure that the siege cannot be eliminated, and Wilm Squad is starting to advance further from the center. The roaring whistle sounds comfortable in your ears.

"That's it for the rebels. You think I could keep my face in a critical place, too?"

"Ha, let's pursue the matter of Bahar severely after we get things settled. Circumstantial evidence alone would be a constraint against Lord Bahar."

"Regardless. Amir's fooling around. Successfully embraced my father with a beauty phrase, and face the emperor as soon as possible! Don't overlook it like this!

Grohl strikes the sheath of his sword to the ground.

"If we capture Listig, the lead will be ours. Whatever it takes to capture them alive."

"Yes, the generals on the front line are well aware of that."

The words of a civilian standing beside Grohl abruptly interrupt. When Grohl looked to the side in suspicion, a civilian with an arrow stuck in his throat was desperate as he stood. When he collapses without force, he is cramping his body with a tingle.

"- Hey, what's up!?

"Taisho, it's more hostile than the East! The enemy cavalry stormed in this main battalion!!

"Then, stupid. Oh, my God, that happens!

"But definitely!

"All of you, consolidate your defense! You mustn't keep thieves close to Taisho!

The melee guards immediately line up and consolidate around the groll. It is the cavalry with the red wheel flag that raises the dust and runs down. He holds a bow in his hand and releases an arrow shortly after he rests. Will there be about five hundred?

"Phew, prevent it, prevent it at all costs!!

Grohl orders, but the guards in the eastern part of the main force are already kicked. The defense was temporarily handy because it had turned almost everything against the offense. The rebels' well-targeted murderous spears have pierced the steeple of the Coimbra army. It was only Grohl who got off guard and let down his shield.

Infantry defenses are mildly breached and further pierced by the second formation. This next one is finally the main unit, the Kingsguard who will consolidate around Grohl.

When I pull out my sword with a trembling hand, I give an absurd order to Perius, a civilian who refrains from nearby.

"Wu, get Wilm, call Wilm back immediately!! Get back to HQ ASAP and raise the wolf smoke and send a signal with the horn!!

"Taishou, then you won't make it! Master Wilm's squad is already on the front line! I thought it would be wise to leave the main force on this one!

"Heh, don't be ridiculous! That's a laugh, such as running away from the main force against a rebel opponent! This battalion is flying my proud flag!

There are flags, scales and two swords that are a sign that Grohl is conducting. Don't let the enemy ravage you. If that's the rebel opponent, it's even worse.

"Taisho, it's a species with life! You must not lose your life to a thief! Come on, let's get out of here!

Shake off Perius trying to take him out forcefully. There's no way I can get away with this. Because I am the son of the emperor Befnam, making myself proud of my coin bra. It will never be tolerated to tarnish that honor.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'll never get away with this!

"Taisho!"

Shake off Perius, who has grabbed his arm if you can't stop him, and raise his anger.

"I'm gonna push you right here, no matter what! All rise up and remind them of the power of the Coimbra Army!

The moment Grohl waved his sword down and inspired him, the final fierce news was brought.

"Command! A second wave of enemy cavalry has arrived from the east! The Defense Squad was sandwiched and destroyed, breaking through the last line of defense!!

Grohl opens his eyes and looks in that direction. The enemy's rookie was in a state of confusion, overwhelming the defense team and attacking the main battalion at once.

Turns into a groaning groll, and Perius gives the order.

"Whatever you do, you're going to keep your ass shut! Buy some time and reinforcements will rush from the front line!

"Taisho, stand back behind us! We will protect you until this life is over!

The Kingsguard goes forward to be his last shield. The momentum of the enemy cavalry is tremendous, not very much, but unlikely to endure. Until now, the impending victory has moved away to the other side, and death is imminent in its place.

(... this is where I die, drawing the blood of the Valdecca family? hanging in the hands of thieves, saying it was my destiny to die unnecessarily)

Grohl was at his best just to indulge in a body that was about to collapse.

A second wave of cavalry troops rushed down from the eastern hills all at once. The first wave ahead is led by Listig, and the second wave, where even mercenaries were collected, is led by Geb as slashing captain. There was no one to block their way in gaining momentum, and they entered for the main force once and for all through the right-wing rear with a total offense, without difficulty. The guards of the Coimbra headquarters have been completely flirted with by the surprise attack on the bunk.

"Die, you mutts!

Speared through the marginal remaining guards from the horse, Geb rushes straight through. Join those who became the first wave and head to the place where the flag is raised in one piece. In the rear, Listig refrains. So far so good that I'm scared.

The accompanying fresser unleashes a bow and the craft wields a great sword to kick the enemy soldiers.

"Let's do it."

Geb nods that it was still a pick up. I thought if I worked out, I might be able to use it inside. Geb has the talent to spot people's abilities. So I know who to follow and who not to deal with. Therefore, Geb has survived and continued to win. That will continue.

He's already dead, but Ned was also an inside user. I definitely don't want to hit it with the guy who killed it. Not fighting a strong guy from the front is also a secret to survive. In that case, you can either use your head to strike unexpectedly, or you can be flexible. Because there is no beauty or filth in the battle.

(Noel seemed like an interesting guy, too. Okay, well, whether he's still alive or not)

A brave soldier attempting to protect the main formation stands up with a spear. Since the equipment is not as luxurious as others, it would be a close guard.

That means the guy with the blue-faced face at the back of it is a fat groll. Its neck can be described as exactly worth a thousand gold.

I seem to have put most of my soldiers on offense with momentum and forgotten my defense at heart. The General is worth it, even if he is incompetent. Because if they take it away, the morale of the soldiers will fall even if they don't like it. If that's stubborn, then it's outrageous. It is not easy to come to the battlefield. Not knowing that still means incompetence. Geb chuckled damned.

(I don't know about incompetence, but that fat neck is worth a fortune. It's like a piece of gold from me!

Command your men to set fire to it and stir up more confusion. He wields a spear to break through the main formation at once, pruning away the enemy soldiers who would rather. Kingsguard, I guess, but it doesn't matter. Because the enemy is backwards, and this one is just the momentum of fury.

"Kill him, kill him!! Kill them gradually! Almost to Grohl's neck!! The reward for picking it up is what you want!

The enemy soldier approached him unwrought and rolled out a spear. A hard impact is transmitted to the hand. Geb's blow was taken when he was a soldier.

"You son of a bitch!

Unexpectedly blood rises, drawing the spear, poking it off the horse with both hands. They took it again. A strong spear of this geb slammed up in Bahar.

"- Never take it again!! Oh, my God, you're not just a miscellaneous fish!

Geb stares at the face of a miscellaneous soldier unexpectedly. Helmet in armor commonly worn by coimbra soldiers. It's not like it belongs to the Kingsguard. But this miscellaneous soldier is definitely stronger than the Kingsguard. Red hair peeks from the helmet. A familiar face laughing with pleasure.

"You, Noel!?

"Yeah."

"As good as ever -"

When I try to scream like that, a severe pain runs in my abdomen. Looking at it flashly, the two tips are choosing the organ. The red liquid drops zero.

I didn't remember being alarmed at all, but it was sweet. Noel's blow was so sharp. Even though there was a hint of Ned's death, he neglected to be vigilant. That's the twist of luck. Geb spit out his blood as he tasted so bad that he said he didn't like the feeling of being gutted.

- Hot. The burning heat spreads to the abdomen. No, it doesn't look like it. It's actually burned. The abdomen has a burning red color and the burning smell of fat pierces the nose. My vision stains red, and from my mouth, Hugh and the deafening sound leak at will.

The first severe pain I felt faded at some point, and I can clearly recognize that my flesh, bones, guts, brain, and everywhere are burning. I can do it.

"Also, is it burning? Ha ha, what's going on? Why is my body burning?"

"It's strange, isn't it? I'm not sure why either. It's not normal for a spear to fire. It's a miracle, but it's a frown spit."

"Ha-ha-ha, burning, burning, oh, my, body, body, gah"

"Hey, what the hell is this spear? Until I go that way, will you think about it, if you like? Because, of course, I'll think about it. Right?"

The answer never returned to that Noel inquiry. Geb's eyes melt off with high heat, and red and black liquid is flowing from his mouth.

The winning Noel survived, and the losing Geb was out of breath. It still seems difficult to keep winning. But we may be able to survive. I feel that way. That way, I'm sure you'll get happiness too.

Geb, who told me something important, is dead, but I can't help it. Because Geb was an enemy. That's why I killed Ned, too. Kill the craft and the fresser too. Because they're not on their side anymore.

"Come on."

Noel protrudes the spear further and lifts Geb's remains from the horse. When you raise it up like a flag, the wreckage flames violently, and the deathly odor spreads around you with the black smoke.

A moment of silence comes as if the surrounding time had stopped. All I can do is keep my eyes on the flaming girl, with both enemies and allies out of the question.

"Cynthia Squad Noel Ten chief, enemy cavalry chief Geb picked up!!

"Huh?"

"The next one's coming! Never get pulled out of here!! Line up and put up your spears!! Poke and crumble for the horse!! Everyone, protect Master Grohl!!

Noel changes his language and scolds him violently, as well as jumping on the horse on which Geb was riding. Grabbing the trumpet he was raising on his hips, he plays a high banging trumpet and storms at the enemy soldiers. Following that, the soldiers of the Noel squad also follow with exasperation. After the sound of the trumpet stops, the screams and screams of the enemy soldiers tree spirit.

Milt also speared and hastily followed, and the guards, who were flashing, began to follow Noel's life, swallowed by the momentum.

"He's really outrageous!

Cynthia runs a horse and enters the current rebels. It all came down to Noel's guess.

In the end, Cynthia ignored the standby order and made the move in preparation for the enemy ambush. It further gave Noel the role of leading the team and waiting beside the main unit to frustrate the enemy's nose. Cynthia squad is a step toward slapping the enemy's flank. We did exactly what Noel said, responding to an ambush. We couldn't prevent the first wave of enemies, but we managed to protect Grohl's life. The enemy who has taken over the first captain is in a state of confusion.

Noel's talented face passes behind his brain. It's hard to believe in Russia because of his usual statements, but it means he was completely reading the batter of the enemy. If Cynthia is the only one, there's no way the enemy is looking for an ambush.

(Noel, who the hell is he! I thought you said something stupid, you know, horribly looking ahead. I have no idea!

The enemy cavalry had foolishly stopped their feet, wondering whether to proceed or respond. It would be because a leading captain named Geb, who was running the lead, was taken over. Noel's shout-out of pick-ups was so loud. The taking over of an enemy general, even if you don't like it, has the effect of raising the morale of your allies and lowering the morale of the enemy.

And the only thing that's contraindicated around doing an ambush is stopping your legs. Cavalry weapons are propulsion and mobility. Things that are taken away from us must definitely be prevented. Therefore, we must decide to withdraw as soon as we decide that we have been frustrated with nostrils. Everyone knows that, but it gets harder when you're in action. By ambushing in the first place in the minority, that's all that's being pushed to the left. There is no such thing as a person who can make a decision to withdraw at a point where he can grasp the victory a little later.

"Shit, we're talking different! The main unit wasn't empty!

"You thieves, your thoughts and more are foreseeable! Drop your swords, you'll never win again!

"Uuch, you amah!! I'm just gonna kill you!

A cavalry that was driving a horse comes slashing at Cynthia. Calmly identifying it, he slashes off his arm and sticks it straight into his torso.

A trumpet can be heard from the direction of the main formation. The current situation is unintentionally in the form of pinching. Noel leads the main line's guards and Cynthia squadrons flank. There is a good chance that the enemy general Listig is here. If captured, the rebellion will come to an end.

"Destroy the enemy's neck! Interpretation is a thief's neck, not worth a lot! We're only after enemy general Listig! Capture them alive as long as you can!!

Cynthia gave orders with her sword up to thoroughly destroy the confused enemy soldiers.

"Haaah, haaah, shit, shit!

Listig's separate squad was in a state of panic due to the enemy's unexpected lateral spear. The momentum of the ambush was completely shredded and brought into a state of being pinched. It's hard to imagine an incompetent groll lurking an ambush. As you may have noticed around Wilm, we have confirmed that he led the soldiers forward. That means someone working their head did an extra imitation. Listig bites his thumbnail off a thousand times.

"Dear Listig, let's leave here once and for all! I don't think we can make the earliest breakthrough!

"What do you mean, back off! I just retreated to Rockbell and won't even make the earliest time!

"To Bahar, Bahar, let's go home to Bahar!

"This is ridiculous! There's no way you can welcome us in! We're the Red Wheel Army now!

Against Amir's order to prolong it, Listig decided to march on the state capital. You can't be forgiven for your defeat. If you go back to Bahar, what you are waiting for is death. So now we just have to keep attacking.

Ristihi stopping her legs and waving her spear. The cavalry's momentum had been killed by the death of Geb, who ran ahead of the line, and had been sandwiched from the front and sides.

Whatever the Baha 'is are right down there, the mercenaries are already on their hips. Unlike a miscellaneous soldier, his arms are certain, but he also has no shards such as loyalty to his employer. If you know it's life-threatening, you'll get away with it. I have to make you think you still have winning eyes in order not to be able to crush it.

"All excited again! It's only a short way to Grohl's neck, only a few more! Defend to this extent, poke and collapse at once!!

"Hmm, I guess I can't do that anymore"

With the dazzling sun, a ride slowly approached from the main line side. Coimbra soldier dyed his whole body red. It's already within range.

"A weak soldier in a coin bra, what to soak up!

He mows the spear and releases a flash of light and a thrust in Bahar. - That spear was sent, grabbed. I rush to shake it, but I'm not scared.

"- Huh, stupid!?

"Only the Admiral, that's pretty fast."

"- Let go!

"Because if I kill you, I'll have less than half the handle. So I'll keep you alive now."

"Just a soldier insults this Listig!

Listig lets go of the spear and tries to pull the sword out of his hips.

But I couldn't pull out my sword. A heavy impact runs on his right shoulder and he falls to too much intense pain.

A surrounding Baha 'i soldier pointed his sword at him to shelter him, but he pierced his chest and was desperate.

"I'll make sure, but it fits in Red Wheel Army leader Listig, right? If I'm wrong, it's tough. I made my own name, I'm sure of it."

Without worrying about what was going on around her, the Coimbra woman soldier stepped off her horse. Even if you're about to get your hands on it, if you do something, you don't have Listig's life. The only thing the cavalry can do now is put up a spear on a horse and surround it.

"Oh, who are you"

"My name is Noel. I've only seen you once in Zoim Village."

"Zo, he said it was the village of Zoim. That village should be under our control. That's why the Coimbra Army..."

"Because it seemed more fun. Besides, I'm not a disposable pawn. You only saw us as pawns, didn't you? That's how I hate being seen."

When Noel says so, he takes the hammer out of his hips and squeezes it hard.

Noel was laughing, but his intestines were boiling back inside. If you don't meet Cynthia in that fort, you have to go to the Coimbra Army. He was put on the front line as a squad in this battle and thrown into stone. For these guys, it is the same value as Coimbra's human lifeless stone.

In fact, the rebel army's main unit, which is considered a unit, is a tragic word. The rebel soldiers are starting to crumble as they abandon their swords and scream. From behind, numerous arrows are shot, and the bodies are thrown away as they are. It's a really horrible sight.

- Suppose I was there.

Noel shakes his head aside and forcefully drives away his nasty imagination. Because it was like that grave and I was so scared.

"Ma, wait. Listen to me! Think of someone who's really bad! The cause of bad governance is who the hell is to blame for your misery! If you miss me here..."

"Shut up."

Noel swings the hammer down Listig's right knee and completely crushes it. While he screams, he further crushes his left knee to render it incapable of any action. Listig has lost consciousness by blowing too much bubbles of severe pain. After kicking Listig's helmet abusively, he grabs his hair up and pulls it off as it drifts.

Soldiers around them don't try to move around with their possessions in place. - No, I couldn't. Noel's right hand holds a spear that drips blood. Its two ferocious spears, rising and falling at all costs, emit a dull light as if looking for prey. The moment I stepped out to help Ristig, I had a feeling I'd stick it under my throat and I couldn't move at all.

"Oh, a ghost."

"Him, a demon in a man's skin."

"Put yourselves on the shelf and say terrible things."

Noel smiles bitterly and looks around without alarm. Then,

"Noel, are you all right! Sorry I'm late!

Cynthia and the others who kicked their enemies have finally pushed them to the main line. The mercenaries who stood up on the spot begin to flee at first sight as if they had been untied from the bondage. Some abandon their weapons and surrender. Without having to wait for reinforcements, there was never a victory or defeat already.

Eyes open from the horse confirming Listig, who is unconscious, and Noel, who draws it.

"I caught him alive."

"... the man is Ristihi? You knocked him out on your own?

"Yeah, because you remembered your face. I checked, so don't assume it's for sure."

"Oh well. Well done."

Cynthia praises as she pulls her face apart. There are not many bodies of enemy soldiers rolling around. Inside, there are even burnt bodies that have become black. The milts, led by Noel, were a little far apart and solidified with an outrage. There's no way I can imitate them like this. This would mean that Noel alone picked up the lead captain's geb, ravaged the cavalry's momentum, and captured Rebel leader Listig. Let's call it an astonishing result.

"Captain Cynthia, I'll give you a winning name soon. Then this battle will be over soon."

"But..."

Noel is the one who captured him, so as Cynthia, he seems hesitant to take the handle.

"Milt, ring the drum and bell. Because I blow the trumpet. Then Captain Cynthia will look good and make a name for himself."

After that word, Noel blasts his trumpet high. It's the melody of victory. This is followed by the beating of a drum while the milt is bewildered. I feel all the soldiers on the battlefield as well as the main battlefield turned their eyes to this one.

"Are you sure?

"Of course. I just did, that's enough."

Cynthia nodded, breathing heavily and raising her voice to echo all of Canaan Street.

"We caught Coimbra Army Cynthia Squad, Rebel Leader Listig alive!! This battle is our victory!!

One beat late, cheers from the Coimbra soldiers. It was clear to everyone's eyes which way the goddess of victory smiled.