The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Mmm, when I can escape, I want to chase everywhere..."

While driven by quail and his instincts as a werewolf dog man, a muscularly brunette big man looks away at enemy soldiers. Around it were spear soldiers who followed strong shouts and destroyed the Jihad Brigade with little loss.

In addition to their exhausted expressions, Buster also checks the war situation in the centre, turning himself over and throwing words at Hamza, the lieutenant squadron officer who had been controlling (hissing) beside him.

"Oh, you've decided on that trend..."

"Yeah, Squadron Commander, it's our victory!

"Your Ladyship and Lord Archer have broken down the enemy formation!

"It's amazing how close to double the force difference can be masked!!

A friend-like infantry unit approached from a diagonal forward as he nodded at the spear soldiers in the Zatras who responded to the excitement and switched consciousness to the aftermath of the war casualties' condolences (and mullahs) No, the treatment of the wounded who had fallen off along the way.

Apparently, he rushed from the center of the Royal Army to the rescue, and some sort of leaderly army attacked the rear of the Jihad Brigade... but the wind gave him a familiar smell until he smelled it, and an unexpectedly alarmed buster set himself up.

That seemed to be the same with the muscular old men walking out of the lightly dressed, unified infantry corps, with a frigid gaze at each other for a while.

"Hmm... is this a rare, foreign compatriot?"

"Dear Diub, you may not even say so"

A soldier girl with dark brown lustrous hair all the way to her chest tilts (blushes) her little neck, narrowing her pale golden eyes and casually observing a brunette big man with a mixed curiosity eye.

Eventually he was convinced, pulling the sleeve of the boneless old man standing next to his right and letting him succumb, then leaning his poor lips to his ear unwrought.

"Maybe that's a mix of cobolts."

"Well, then it would be ancestral return (some sort of evolution) after stepping on the number of places"

If some good girl's head is gently stroked with her left palm and the old man, who is old but does not show decay in the hegemony, is invincible (straw), the fierce young man who was in the vicinity also fishes the end of his mouth.

"I mean, the fierce, you're welcome. That's no reason to hate them."

"Well, first of all, I'd like to say hello, my name is Diub Janabal."

"It's a buster who keeps Zatras Spearmen Squadron, no surname (kanban) in particular"

As usual, he hurries to his superior according to his native crude (there) attitude, smiles as Hamza, who was with him, rushes to fix it, and confronts the militant lord who was active in the old Athos civil unrest that ruled the Demir territory in the forest zone northwest of the kingdom.

He decided to line up the moonlight dialogue that floated behind his brain, as he was nervous about his opponent, who was in the right position, but had no choice but to have an extra objection to his own territory and the Hardy family.

"Earlier, you held back the left wing of the enemy, and we are grateful. Sorry, my lord Aisha Hardy was absent..."

"Ha, I know. You were a brilliant pioneer, I heard rumors that you could have broken the formation of the Republic Army thanks to your horse and daughter."

The old man laughs (or laughs) and praises the bizarre manoeuvre just after the war, and sees Buster in a slightly shattered atmosphere. I felt no harm in my slightly dull golden eyes or anything, and something close to Ning Ro dear was caged.

"There is something in Yamato that says," Sleeve shake each other, but other living edges ”. Let's have a drink tonight, if you have any other company, you can bring them."

"It's not up to me to decide, I'll tell our general."

"Okay, whatever you want. If you'll excuse me."

In a good mood, Diub lightly retakes the heavy Halvard with one hand before turning his heel back to the center of the lightweight infantry unit under his command.

Along with that, the girl of the soldier who followed the (...) skin (...) of the person (...) by the (...) side soldiers, smiled adorably and bowed.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

"Ah."

I'll flip around and drop her off at the hedge of my unit... when I can't see her, and Buster takes command of the squadron again to take care of the wounded.

Troops such as those that had already completed the Republican Army sweep were working with health soldiers on rescue operations, and sufficient time was devoted to treating them.

However, that does not mean that all the ex-post processing will be finished, and those who have lost their strength in parallel must not distinguish between enemy allies, nor must they mourn (and mourn) with respect.

Although both the Cathedral Church and the Moon Divine Church would have recommended burial consciously of the "Resurrection in the Last Judgment," this is not the case on the battlefield, where many fatalities will emerge, and are gathered in several places and attached to daisies.

In the process, the general rate of destruction versus destruction (Kirlesio) was revealed, and General Dowd also told the commanders in charge to reach the (...) bow (...) soldier (...) of the silver (...) hair (...) that joined his companions.

"More than seven thousand republican troops against the estimated casualties, more than six hundred royal armies..."

"It's a long and one-sided way to win, but historically, it wouldn't even be funny"

As Aisha calmly points out, where the battle has fallen out in a paragraph, the light and darkness of the two armies often divide greatly with the breakdown of equilibrium in Eastern countries where mercenaries motivate conscripts as the core of their power.

It was only then that I remembered Sakura, my mercenary partner, who said, "Win and tighten your helmet" (proverb)... I saw a knight's warrant in front of me that seemed a little annoying on Buster's shoulder and took a late lunch due to various circumstances.