The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Meanwhile, when a silver werewolf dog of hired soldiers is mixed up in a cavalry led by Aisha and heading to sweep the remaining enemies...

The jihadist brigade, made up of the left-wing, blind lunar gods of the republican army fished out in the first place, was unable to break through the spear troops by the trilateral armies on the kingdom's side and at some point stood in distress (cuckoo).

To cite a reason for this, spear soldiers and archers have hidden behind the cavalry of the Loose (Yu) and Protruding Leaders, secretly watching the interceptor.

In order to control the highly mobile cavalry according to the stone, the brigade cavalry under the Ghazali master (Kika), who stormed in a whim, was swept away (oh well) and forced to struggle with the worst compatibility that became dew (reveal).

"Why are there so many soldiers here?!?

Though commanders scatter their calls without concealing their frustration, even highly skilled elite cavalry can't do it sooner, such as beating the Spear Soldiers of the Three Kingdoms in line and attacking them.

We should have the support of other subsequent soldiers while retreating the brigade cavalry, and rebuild our posture once, but it is not easy for humans and horses to be confused by the spear shots that are rolled out and the bows and arrows that are curved.

We need to roundabout a group of horses that are out of control even as a mixed unit of the caught up jihadist brigade, where we paid off with a late side attack, and now the beginning and end of the Royal Army headquarters slashing in to separate the disturbed left wing from the center.

"Let's leave now, Gazari."

"Guru, do you want me to expose my life to shame?"

"It's dangerous in a state separated from the center, and..."

The cavalry of an awkward nearby man clouds his words and mentions that a short while ago General Alphaz's obituary (Fuho), commanding the Commander-in-Chief, rode a magical wind and flowed from near the headquarters of the Republican Army.

If that's true, the main unit of the Royal Army, multiplied by momentum, will eat and scatter central troops and eventually hit the jihadist brigade in charge of the left wing as well.

"This is the tide."

"" Holy sacrifice!!

With a serious expression, he is pressured by a nearby believer who advances his retreat, and a gazari who takes a temporarily contemplative approach loosens his expression to Xu (Momo).

And those around them, when they saw it, listened with a groan, saying, "Will you also say that you are not busy?"

"All this cramping is due to the impudent Alphaz, and it's only mercenary ascent. I'm sorry, but there's no way we're going to do this in vain. We're leaving."

"It's my pleasure... everyone, we're going to slip out and leave!

"" Retreat, retreat!!

The loud voices echoed in the hustle and bustle… Immediately after the weakening of the offense of each unit belonging to the Jihad Brigade, a leading army spear soldier led by a (...) large (...) man (...) of black (...) hair (...), who was rampant on the front lines, pierces the gap (kanking).

"It's a sanctity, you guys!

"" "Whoa, whoa!

As dozens of spear soldiers rushed through the surplus and opened the bloodpath with some injuries and other annoyances, the humanized buster also jumped into the enemy with a single-edged sword on his right shoulder.

The blade brilliantly swept through the struggle with full force, cutting down the enemy cavalry belonging to the brigade, which was diagonal to the right, with iron armor.

"Ugh... ugh..."

"Huh."

He further stepped half a step away from the pattern of the Great Sword and slapped the horseside of the enemy rider (Umazura) on the left with his laterally swinging fist.

The fist is caged with a pale magic light of “increased impact," and a horse that was shaken with a reasonable amount of brains collapses, and the cavalry holding the reins falls to the front.

"Ugh!?

"Well, eat it."

The opponent's jaw tip, which screamed and covered him, quickly retracted his left leg and the buster, which was half-body, instantly inflated the muscles of his arm, releasing a left upper cut that also added a twist of his hips as he moved his center of gravity to the axial foot.

"Ugh..."

(Yes) The enemy cavalry, who hit beautifully, lets go of consciousness (scraps) because fistfights direct from childhood training, which loves to read "Rigid Grinding" by the Wise Men of Steel, are commensurately powerful.

"Fuck, you bastard!!

"Wow!?

The brigade cavalry that had suddenly interrupted the horse's body growled (ho) and launched a sharp and powerful spear shot... The adapted buster jumped backwards on a piece of paper and fell into the spear soldiers under him.

If you look around to also play the role of squadron leader entrusted to Aisha, after ensuring only a small amount of safety, you pick up the sound of excellent hearing from Kobolt yelling all over the process.

"Damn, aren't the bow-dragging rebels coming to us nearby, or can we get out of here faster!

"Sorry, I also have Royal Army troops attached behind me..."

"Come on, kick your ass!!

An angry buster roared low at an obese commander exposing himself to a transverse attitude with an angry mind, protruding the single-edged sword in his hand to the ground and gripping the pattern of a long sword hanging from his sword belt as an auxiliary soldier outfit.

There is a stereotype in the mind of a werewolf dog who has a battle lunacy side that says "warrior, s (or should be)," and in light of that, it is only out of the question, such as being not even armed on the battlefield and just moving his mouth.

He throws a diagonal rotation on the long sword he wields with his muscle-strengthened arms at his opponent, who is still too busy to curse the nearby believers.

To be honest, a lucky blow such as gossip, whether it hit me or not, was caused by (...) fruit (...) response (...) newspaper (...) or shot directly at the head of a fanatical religious man who had been working (sneaking) to jump the pagan's neck from day to day.

"Ugh!? Yes, it hurts. No, no! Hey, why... whoops."

"Gazari!!

He slips off the horse with his blade stabbed neck pressed down to the middle, and the commander, known as the Gazari Master, paints the mud and breathes out.

Cutting it off, the Jihad Brigade chain of command, which was taking evacuation action, was disrupted and fled on all sides while many personnel were taken over.