The Old Knight of a Frontier District

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Things reported that a large swarm of warcraft was approaching from the northeast direction.

Bardo let in those who were outside the walls, and made them close the four gates.

Jog Ward and the Gainellian knights made him stand by outside the South Gate as a guerrilla.

And I waited on the north gate.

In front of each gate are piles of stones.

Even so, it has not blocked the gate, leaving enough room for the horse to enter and leave the carpet.

This is to plunge the advance of Shilozno.

Speaking of what happened to the stones, they broke down the inner walls of the arena set up inside the castle.

The enemy formation has become clear.

Approximately one hundred Shirozno.

There are about 100 blue leopards.

There are about fifty ear long wolves.

About a hundred Ohanas.

And about a hundred big rock monkeys.

Their eyes are red as they approach.

After all, it's all a warcraft.

It is a formidable and powerful army.

Bardo hastily returned the Gainellian army into the castle.

If you plunge into such an enemy, the Gynerian army of a little over seventy will be wiped out in no time.

Nor does the tactic of escaping at horse speed work better than having a blue leopard and an ear long wolf.

Further behind the Warcraft, it was confirmed that there were about fifty Hijords, each with a manuno on it.

Hijord is a giant wingless bird and Gerkast rides instead of a horse.

inferior to horses in endurance but better in instantaneous power.

With a long torso wrapped around its Hijord's neck, the Manounos are riding.

From a distance, it's as if Hijord's neck has become two.

Bardo felt his back twitch.

If I hit a decent bump with such an enemy, I wouldn't have won.

With that protected by the walls, and with some preparation to intercept them, it's an undesirable condition any longer.

Thanks to the Commander of the Knights of the Goriola Border, who promptly informed us of the total annihilation of the Tri.

We were also fortunate to have gathered and prepared the knights of the Three Kingdoms in time.

And ironically, it was made possible by the information brought about by Count Grismo.

Count Grismo taught this raid and its magnitude in an attempt to terrorize Jules Rant in revenge for the destruction of his country.

There is a battle going on.

But the situation is tough.

Too harsh.

I heard of five hundred warcraft, but I really didn't think it would reach five hundred.

Even Fort Corpos killed thirty, and I thought it was somewhat sharpening.

Most importantly, I heard of five hundred, but I didn't think it would strike me all at once.

Five hundred of them can't manipulate anything at the same time.

It is also difficult to secure bait.

That's why I assumed it was divided into several units.

There was also information that thirty people had been attacked at Mailao Castle.

He said we should destroy it individually.

There were also thoughts that there were too many 500 of them, no matter how much.

But in reality, five hundred people were attacked at the same time.

Well, if you put yourself in that position, this is the most effective way.

You can think of Fort Corpos.

At that time, for the first time, ten owl monkeys and ten blue leopards were attacked.

When they almost defeated those two types of warcraft, ten Shilozno attacked them.

As a result, we were able to defeat thirty Warcraft.

But what if the blue leopard and Shilozno were attacking at the same time?

In that case, the option of going outside the fort and fighting was not adopted.

I would have been forced into a very tough fight.

On the contrary, if Shilozno had broken the gate, it could have been wiped out.

Also at that time, Shilozno broke into the castle gate, ignoring this one even when he attacked.

From Warcraft instincts, if you look at humans, they're supposed to attack you.

In other words, Manuno's orders were enough to make him suppress his instincts.

That was probably one experiment, too.

If they were attacking more humans, this one wasn't intact.

But it's not there to be noticed.

In the battle of Fort Corpos, Shilozno continued to make repeated advances to the castle gate until the last head eventually died.

This is the scariest part.

The true hand strength of the Warcraft is not in its resilient flesh and aggressiveness.

When it comes to where it is, it lies in not sparing your life.

Any creature, at last, hates death.

reluctance to suffer unbearable wounds.

In other words, if it hurts to some extent, it is something that pulls away.

But the warcrafted beast, ignoring the wounds, the pain, even the death, hates man until the end of his life, and just keeps attacking.

The manoonos stop far rearward, and only the warcraft approach the castle.

Probably not even in history, such as the imminent arrival of so many warcraft as herds.

And this flock of five hundred, led by the Manunos, is an army that fights according to its command, equipped with the strength of the Warcraft.

I honestly have no idea what kind of battle it's going to be.

The only thing I can tell is that it's going to be a terribly miserable battle.

If so, Baldo must have strong energy.

Commander's strength is the key to surviving a little more soldiers.

Bardo breathed heavily and watched the movements of the herd of warcraft.

The Warcraft come straight ahead across the North Gate.

Shirozno leads the way.

Shilozno seems to be a kind of deer, but he looks more like a muscular horse.

A hammer-shaped horn on the head has the power to stun a knight in one blow, even if it is not a warcraft.

There are hundreds of Shilozno the Warcraft, so if I let them storm properly, the sturdy gates of the servants would also be smashed to pieces.

The Warcraft stopped.

On the walls of the castle now, archers are waiting for orders to attack.

Ten crossbows were placed in the centre.

The archers were selected from the Parzam Border Knights.

In the end Auro prepared three hundred and twenty arrows for me.

The play is shaped like a beak of a raptor.

Plenty of Zmorbus poison is applied to the grooves carved on both sides.

On either side of it, thirty Farren family graduates are waiting with long bows.

This is also the first to be used only with poison painted arrows.

The poison painted arrows are marked.

To avoid confusion when collecting.

Beside it, he keeps thirty knights, left and right, waiting for knights who are good at bows.

From that position, the Warcraft in front of the North Gate cannot be targeted.

They are replacements.

The wall is about twenty steps high.

At the head of the Warcraft there will still be two hundred steps to the Wall.

A well-trained archer has to reach it.

But no effective blow will be inflicted.

I want to do intensive shooting at least a hundred steps and, if possible, fifty.

The bow works only if it is used in large quantities when the enemy is dense.

At best, the Warcraft have no movement.

I'm staring at this one.

The difference between having all these beasts and not even raising their voices at all makes the air even heavier.

Bardo looked around at the soldiers.

Everyone is terribly nervous.

"Mr. Warcraft, you're not coming any closer.

I think I scared you a little too much. "

and it was Jurchaga who raised a badly laid back voice.

It was Arflaburn who responded to this without adding hair in between.

This is what he said in a calm voice.

"Sounds like it.

I had to.

You guys.

Laugh. "

It is an instruction that the Warcraft shall smile and let them think that they are not afraid, because they are not afraid to come near.

As we understood this tricky instruction, a laugh spread to the soldiers on the walls, and eventually we all laughed.

Bardo was relieved because of the hardness of the soldiers.

At that time, there was movement in the Warcraft.

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And the great rock monkeys came out from behind.

He is as tall as a human being, and his body is sluggish.

He eats into his torso unclear whether he has a neck or not, his chest is unusually thick, and his arms are huge.

Its arm strength is such that it gently crushes the human head.

Its great rock monkeys are warcrafting, so it's hard to imagine how powerful they are.

The monkeys used their hands and feet to attack them as they roared.

Bardo ordered Maytalp, the knight in command of the Crossbow unit, to begin the attack at any time at his discretion, and the arrows could be used up.

Either way, there are only about thirty arrows per crossbow.

There was also a desire to keep it for Shirozno, but it is most boring to spare it and lose time using it.

Arflaburn was also left with the Archers' decision to initiate the attack.

Maytalp was a patient man.

They waited for the signal to fire until they approached the location of the stones piled up by the great rock monkeys.

"Crossbow Squad.

Shoot! "

Ten murder weapons were unleashed on the Warcraft.

This improved crossbow used at close range is incredibly powerful.

It is only ten arrows against a hundred great rock monkeys.

But the effect was remarkable.

All the arrows stood against the great rock monkeys as they made a noise.

It stopped the monkeys from moving and even blew them behind slightly.

One monkey or other received two arrows on his head, so much so that he flipped behind him.

The soldiers cheered.

After seeing this look, Arflaburn issued an order.

"Longbowmen.

Take the arrow.

Stand by.

Shoot him!!

If you wait with a bow in place, the archer is severely drained.

That's why I let him relax until the end of the day and issued a series of decrees.

There is little time between the ordinance and the ordinance, but the precisely highly skilled archers grabbed arrows and fired.

Sixty arrows poured down on the Warcraft.

The Great Rock Monkeys thought they would storm straight into the gate, stopping their feet at the stowed stone place, what a stone to pick up and start throwing.

The previous monkeys were hit with many arrows against one, but just not as penetrating as the improved crossbow.

Many of the arrows fell without piercing.

But nevertheless, he must have poured the poison of certainty into the body of the Warcraft.

"Attack them in a row!

and the decree of Arflaburn sounds.

The archers pull one arrow after the other from the arrow and shoot.

And the speed of its arrow-handing is well crafted.

Crossbow troops on one side also began to release two arrows.

Each one of the crossbows has an obedient behind him, handing him a replacement arrow to help him wind it up.

I've only been trained, and no one is deceptive.

The stones thrown by the monkeys only hit gates and walls because they were too heavy to begin with, but here one stone hit one longbow archer, blowing up the archer.

The blown archer fell into the castle courtyard.

Probably no life.

Bardo regretted for a moment that the first archers should have been those who wore armor.

The archers by the followers of Pharren are just wearing light helmets.

But I can't have more accurate and dense continuous shooting than these archers.

It turned out to be a terrific shootout between arrows and stones.

The stones thrown by the Warcraft scratch the walls with a whispering noise.

Soon it hits a human on the walls, inflicting a painful blow.

The shooters keep shooting arrows, whether the head of the next shooter is crushed or blown from body to body.

The big rock monkeys, with red eyes and madness, have arrows stabbed all over their bodies like the halibut they see.

Still, the strong vitality of the Warcraft doesn't allow it to stop at their hearts.

When the archer fell, Arflaburn buried a spare archer there.

The order was in order, and the stone flew right next to it, but my men's heads began to fly, but they didn't move.

Same goes for Bardo.

He stares at the Warcraft as he identifies the flying stones.

Zaifert also doesn't give his men a slightly rushed look while giving them instructions to evade or to supply supplies or treat injuries.

Of course, they're not flat from the bottom of their minds.

No human being without grief, anger, anxiety or regret.

There are no humans without fear of flying boulders.

But it's the commander's job to act flat.

90% of the commander's work may be called pretending not to be moving.

Let the soldiers believe that their certainty of victory does not diminish and that they are always calmly judging and giving orders.

A commander who can't do that, no matter how good at martial arts and remembers advanced tactics, can't let a soldier go to a dead end.

Three of the crossbows were crushed by stone throwing, and the other seven also shot up three hundred and twenty arrows.

The stretched part of the castle wall collapsed in a position just above the gate, causing the view to get worse.

The Great Rock Monkeys threw out the piled stones and came right in front of the gate and picked up the stones they threw once and started throwing them.

There are a few ten monkeys that are falling at this point.

After all, Zmorbus poison is slow to work.

If we get this close, we can use our next hand.

Send a signal with your eyes to Zaifert.

At the behest of Zaifert, an oiled pot is thrown down by the monkeys.

The kettle cracks, and the monkeys become oily.

The prepared fire arrows were unleashed and the monkeys rolled around in flames.

Besides, the rain of arrows keeps falling.

Eventually all the monkeys lay motionless.

The bow masters shot down his eyes and throat where the poison and burn slowed him down.

The more time it took, it should have been an amazingly short offense, but it was dense.

Eighteen dead and thirty-one wounded.

Arrows consumed more than 20% of their reserves.

I never thought there would be a victim before the melee started.

But we could wipe out about a hundred big rock monkeys.

The sun is approaching.

The sun will soon fall.

In Fort Corpos, the Warcraft did not strike at night.

But that's not necessarily the case today.

A long night begins.