The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

I recently wondered if it's a soldier's job, 70% of which is to move and dig holes.

If you put yourself where you should be and create a simple position there, even amateurs can fight first.

The other 20% is leg strength running around the battlefield, nothing else has to be done.

No, did you also need a disciplined mind?

I saw Kevin, and I understood making it.

For what it's worth, I'm in the "strict" category in this world.

(Keep eating scattered everywhere, which mouth! Apprentice Peter and Yul!

Ms. Pink's criticisms will be spoiled.

That Peter Riuli Yuri, Akaius Riri.

All my brothers and sisters in Calewala were strict men.

The kind calls their friends, and maybe that makes them homelike.

One of my brothers party, familiar with such a homely style, was beating Kevin up.

For the reason that he was inviting a beating without going bad.

Without dice. How? If you ask......

It uses "the front and back of copper coins" to create complicated and strange rules.

I have to play. I'm born. Necessary is the mother of invention.

I see. The God of Possibilities. The Beast.

"He said he was a newcomer and didn't know the law of your house. It's also an attempt..."

The "temperamentalism" that lets you beat him up (and suddenly hesitate to kill him) could also be my influence.

With a house, the commander of the army.

The impact on the bottom without realizing it is enormous.

The other person I was inviting was a midget from the Hekmatcheal family.

In the city, a fierce party has not been energetic since coming to the battlefield.

They, the city dwellers, have little experience in architecture and civil engineering.

People who are not the first to walk more than a few km a day down a tranquilly paved road.

Both to the architect's Balberg party and to the Umaya party, which runs around to contact the scouts, were on the contrary baggaged to the unnamed Karewala militia.

Yes, I dyed my hands on the beating because it was stressful...... so it's not.

It shouldn't be forbidden in Hekmatcheal's style.

It was quite a bone, a crossroads with the military laws of other houses.

This is the Commander's job.

"As long as you're ashamed of yourself. I hope we can at least get some manpower for the cargo of soldiers. They're not trustworthy."

Definitely "tickle and flush". Because that's the kind of people who kept drilling.

Yusuf Hekmatial, that was the good general () who knew the subordination.

No, not necessarily ironic.

It's a fine thing because I know it and I can use it. This is another home style.

"It's just a disturbance to the installation if you have a lot of heads in vain. Shall we send some to the mountains to the south?

I'm in a safe place, and I let my subordinates have a "death of honor".

A man who takes his name for granted by crushing his men.

The cool thing about those eyes. I even feel the blush.

Where I was about to be distracted, the right hands at the right time.

"Whoa, I won't make it any easier, My Lord Hekmatcheal. We are in charge of" Battlefield of Honor "and the market is set... Regards, Kalewara Platoon Commander!

First of all, Neville Howell, a man who doesn't let others feel the blush.

Seems like I knew it myself, but have you reopened it recently?

It is becoming a hot and bitter intertwined character.

Either way.

It is the task of the commander to locate who and where.

But I wasn't likely to get much leadership.

Anyway, the rush by each house is intense.

I will dress up as the wind to be the adjuster and fix the spot, so make the best of it.

It's good to be able to bring it into a favourable terrain.

At a disadvantage, or in a five-and-a-half situation, I wish we were supposed to come to war with no control...

If you keep a calm heart in your chest while watching the changes in the debate.

Neville's words were ridden all the time here.

"Even though I'm from a city that I'm unfamiliar with camping, I've been brought with me a lot of arm pride. I'll do the setup and other chores here, so please turn to the White Soldiers as the vanguard, please."

Hekmatial is inherently a graceful lineage.

Though all one party is armed and involved in mafia politics with my grandfather's carelessness in mind. He's not very confident in a grand military operation without terrorism or assassination.

The consciousness of "having fun and plundering the handles" has always been strongly felt. He became a true human being and a single younger brother, Moussa, and tended to do so.

In Yousuf with his men and thinking about running the house, all the more so.

He was showing a sinister face.

"You think Rikyo was burned because of the destruction of South Ridge? As for the son of Rikkkyo, for the sake of the people and for the sake of the Brotherhood Party, we must take revenge, right?

If you look at the manoeuvres of the installation, the capabilities of the military can be seen at a nasty pace.

The Hekmatial Party, driven out by unfamiliar battles, was being scorned.

If this was the battle of the castle, it would have kept its face.

"Okay. Whatever you are in charge of, be happy to take it on...... but remember, ladies and gentlemen, Afraid of the rest, huh?

It would be a joke if it was your son's line that you said Orath or Christian.

Yusuf didn't say anything about it. It won't go out of style. We've all been silent.

Still, it is huge that I was able to take the word from Yusuf.

Hekmatial is an economical home for the sake of his personality. There are many soldiers brought here.

Other houses...... both Barberg and Umaya have good relationships with me.

I can't give you orders, but you're supposed to listen to me.

As the commander in charge of the left wing, we are now ready.

Only wait after.

"... That said, this fight, is the only one we have going after?

I want to get confirmation, though I know how that feels.

Subtly, that's no way to go.

... The meeting was over.

Putting the enemy down to the ground, but not rushing to bring him into a riot.

This one is pulled up on a mountain full of water and grain, and hangs out for days.

Appear moderately in case of provocation. Be careful not to be called out.

Anticipating a time when the enemy is tired - watching from the top of the mountain, anyone in the military aristocracy understands - offends from the three sides. Break down the enemy formation and enter the chase.

But the task of "lowering enemies to the ground" is the "fishing" of the "fishing field".

Ideas are required here.

At the time the enemy occupies the southern mountain, a cavalry appears in the basin behind him.

If you stop your legs, you'll be chased up by the mountains for a long time. You should see it going to be jilli poor.

If we retreat behind us, we can naturally see ourselves being pursued from the kingdom.

It's all "visible" because we line up at height.

I just have to come down within a few days......

It would be better to drag it down in the course of the day anyway, but there's no trouble.

Soldiers respect awkward speed. I'd also like to "pick you up" from here and just lure you.

Right wing Edward and I also saw a consensus in that regard.

"Is anyone willing to try a luring unit?... No, I don't mean impossible. I will definitely come down within a few days of picking up the enemy."

All around us are colleagues, or peers, elders.

Being a commander, but not being able to order you to "do it"... is still an honest, tough place.

"The role, definitely to me. It's a pioneer in the fishing field, a role of honor."

Genuine military aristocrats, prestigious in prestige.

The immediate line raised a cool voice.