The Peerless Kobold (WN)

It should be noted that more than 500 people belonging to two cavalry squadrons under Aisha deal with slaughter spears designed to be lighter, close to the sword (nagging) shown to them by Sakura during the mercenary years, and the training wooden spears are similarly shaped.

After passing one of them to his pseudo-sister, the village daughter in iron armor, who was rushed to procure it, wore a mask of thought made of magic silver (misril) hanging from her waist, because no matter how many skins she wore, there was no reason for her cavalry to talk "wow" in front of her.

"If you're used to horses, you'll have to swing your weapon on the horse next time."

"Aww, wow, wow. (Aww, I don't like the long ones)"

Though Haunted Fox has a lovely borrowed face, we have been familiar with multiple types of weapons since childhood, and my sister has learned to handle basic long objects.

(It's not always a situation where you can choose what you get, and if you understand the clutter of weapons, would it have been easier to deal with them?)

Remembering what my father's substitute mercenary commander once told me, I turned my heel back and headed towards the horse that had been addressed to me a little further away.

Wearing the iron armor and arm shield of the supplies left there, he gently stroked the horse's hyena (freckles), which he would take care of for a while, and then retreated from the reins to the former practice field.

"Oh, are you going to show me at the horse game (jost)?

"Let me see the hand of the fierce man Aisha has brought."

"No, it's just training... I'm sorry, but I need you to lend Maril your shield"

Asking for the fierce cavalry he has spoken at ease, he loosens and untangles the belt of the arm shield he was equipped with, approaching the village girl (false) who was wrapping the wooden spear around to get used to on the horse.

"Lady, use this"

"Kiuuuu? (What happened?)"

"Uh, you didn't really get the word..."

With regard to my pseudo-sister, I have described her as a wild child raised by the Kobolts in the woods if she lays down her blood ties, and the expression of the cavalry that seemed to perceive birth and feel pity (fuzzy) becomes cloudy.

That's why I put the arm shield I had just removed on my left arm again to show it, and then offered it again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I'll just lend it to you, okay?

He replaces him with a cute smiling village girl (false) stabbed with a nail and left him, facing his sister with her riding each other.

"Let's lighten up first."

"Mm-hmm."

Shortly after confirming that I honestly nodded, I put on an arm shield that was holding the reins, and I turned my horse diagonally to the right to roll out a strong (...) spike (...) bump (...) by a wooden spear.

"Ugh, kung fu."

"Oh, my God, you're such a big enemy!

That said, if they arbitrarily (arbitrarily) keep punching their gains into the hard part of the defense and keep it just to break the equilibrium on the horse, the accustomed opponent gradually begins to shed the attack with the left arm shield.

With some leeway, the sister skilfully turned to fight back, and from the state of twisting her body, she also took advantage of the muscle striations, knocking a wooden spear that had been stained with a sword into her neck muscle.

"Ha! (Because!)"

"Oops."

The impending wooden blade is prevented by a buckling armshield, and despite a tight posture, this side (this one) is also brazenly defended by the one that stuck the wooden spear in it.

As we exchanged several more spear shots, the moment we cut off two sharp series of spikes, I fed on the flank of a horse I had never targeted before.

"Brrrrr!?

"Ugh."

My sister is in a hurry when she is disfigured by a horse who breaks out of shape due to pain and surprise. At the same time, she pulls off her torso and suddenly brakes on her stomach... but she can't miss the obvious gap.

He smashed his sister's chest covered in iron armor in the blade portion of a sharply protruding wooden spear and received a victory in a simulated battle.

"Uh-oh! (Ugh, I feel so cowardly!)"

You say, "If you want to shoot a general, shoot a horse first."

Teach them that they may normally be targeted at horses with direct implications, not metaphors, and tell them they should be aware of them there as well.

Those who still had room for improvement from each other stepped down to the ground beside (Kawawa) where his sister returned the shield of the borrower and walked over to the buster where she had left her horse.

I was wondering if the guy who lined up friendly with Lancer in the big dog was looking this way (here)... he was shining his eyes at the cavalry assault training that was going on a little further away.

"It's all decided by the blow of a mistake, you have a hua!

"Sure you're positive... if only you could ride a horse"

It creates an atmosphere where I did it myself somewhere, but it's sad that it doesn't even meet the preconditions, and Lancer, who picked up my words over the reading mask, was also sneering.

"Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Guuuuuu"

"Wow, wow, wow? Why are you roaring?"

"It's no big deal, more than that..."

Encourage my little belated sister to turn her consciousness to the cavalry guys who also bump into each other with wooden swords, wooden spears, simple wooden sticks, etc.

For once, I plan to have Aisha's direct cavalry integrated, just like me, so I needed to start with a side-by-side assault and raise it to an average in-squad level.

"Well, now I'll do that one, get your own arm shield"

"Okay, Admiral!

"No, you're not."

Due to the unwillingness of horsemanship and the reliance of the Cavalier Lady (Ekohiki), she stopped the buster from speaking by serving as the infantry squadron leader of the battalion, and dawned on her somewhat troublesome sister and her training as a day-long cavalry.

Thousands of Armenian Royal Army troops, led by General Dowd, had stepped into the Nia Plains, which would be the showdown, while they touched the fold and drilled, with the exception of one who was united and buried in the tail and behaved like only a big dog.