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.

Messengers exchanged among the three armies and exchanged information.

(This one was thoroughly prepared enough to have a safe route around the battlefield that would allow it)

The vanguard of the enemy says he took formation at a point several hundred meters in front of Chihuahua Hall.

The Chinese army was positioned slightly west, down a kilometer south of there.

Mountain to the west while in contact with the vanguard… is a position to admire the camp of the right wing and Edward.

And the enemy guard is 1 km south, slightly east of the Chinese army.

To the near-true west of our camp, we took formation to face each other.

I mean, my main enemy is supposed to be the rear guard.

I feel so bad. Restless.

The enemy's eyes felt like they were looking this way.

Stuck between the Chinese army and the rear guard, it shouldn't have felt that way.

There's no sound beside me staring at the Chinese army in the distance. A young man stopped walking.

"Besides destroying each, there is no way to beat the enemy"

The words of the warrior Marco Grimm are as simple and clear as examples.

"Oh. I'll drag any of our three armies out alone, and I'll sandwich them in two formations. I don't have any other hands."

The enemy middlemen should be attentive to all of our three armies.

Feeling "watched" is not something you feel for no reason either.

"'It's too skillful. It's an aerospace theory on the desk' to discard..."

"The enemy's morale is heavy. They think he's a real general who can go for it."

That I kept hiding soldiers in the basin.

Perhaps it was intended to destroy each item by time difference attack.

And the handiwork that attacked the southern key.

The enemy should be confident in the army's advance and retreat.

Even though he was driven to the dead, his soldier was active.

"That's why Ms. Hiro suffered from the planning of the operation and finally brought it into a must-win situation. I asked Mr. Olars to give me a stern order to never respond to the provocation.... is it?

Philia is right. She and I both know that.

"Sure, enemy middlemen, that atmosphere... I don't like it. But are you looking at this one? It seems a little too worn for me."

I repeat, by reason, we are supposed to have an equal view of the three armies.

But still.

It never seemed to me that it was our left-wing battalion that the middlemen of the enemy were aware of.

No, if Philia doesn't notice... it's not a left-wing camp.

The Lord Commander of the enemy is looking at me.

Instead of lining up north and south at equal intervals, I only dared to stop west.

Because there's a right-wing battalion nearby, because you're on guard for Edward?

... That's not true.

I'm the one the enemy generals are trying to invite.

So dare not bother. Deep and far, in formation.

That's what my battlefield plan tells me.

I'm over-conscious. It doesn't extend to Edward, but I don't make that excuse.

I believed in my own business.

"If you're looking at Mr. Hiro's battlefield right now, you're probably right.... but you still don't seem to have to worry. It's just good that Mr. Hiro has to ride the provocation. But when I get upset, I just need to keep it down."

Looking back, I was just about to return some words......

I find myself annoyed by Marco, who claims to exist in a corner of my sight.

I made sense of why the staff hated him.

The next day.

The main management crest officer called.

"The enemy has finally raised a commander-in-chief flag! Lion's crest, I'm descended from the royal family!

"Hagi flowers have been identified on some of the personal marks. The younger brother of His Majesty's predecessors, I presume, is his descendant!

My left-wing command, which I received, was engulfed with confusion.

"Didn't you run east!?

"Still on Theory Street in exile, on South Ridge..."

The leader of the faction sees me in unison.

In the name of following His Majesty's brother earlier, he went down to the Single East... No, Ariel supposedly "flushed".

If His Highness's descendants were to have emerged from the south, its eastern bottom would have ended in vain.

I wonder if the enemy commander is not the cause opponent for the Karewala family.

I was wondering if there was any upset or if it would protrude upside down. I was staring at this one's complexion.

But I already know everything.

It keeps pruning bits with the texts of hagi blossoms.

"He said there was a good opportunity to end the journey of my grandfather and poet Ariel. I understand that."

Though I've tried to make room to get upset.

… For a while, there is more to keep.

The enemy is the man who burned Rikkyo, the man who went on a bitter journey to North Logging.

It should be rounded up, such as the mind that holds the pruning bits.

Not yet, I can't give you that one.

"No, but..."

"That's what they say...... you should be ready when you come out on the battlefield"

Yes. This is the trouble in fighting South Ridge.

Sharing culture. Sometimes I even have a kinship.

Speaking of enemies, as for the royal descendants, we must use respectful language.

... I also have to feel resistance to bowing.

"This is how we built a must-win attitude. If the time comes, it won't change the policy of pursuing... but I want to get a 'face-to-face opportunity' instead of my grandfather Ariel"

Don't kill him, capture him.

I think you're stupid while I'm at it. Can you fight like that?

But still, I needed to tell you.

To drive the Twas and Indians, especially the upstream aristocrats, into battle without resistance.

Many of the executives currently packing into command had a relief look on their face.

Express your agreement verbally.

I have to leave the main focus of the chase to right-wing Edward or Vasco under the main management and Orath.

Our left-wing battalion should concentrate on the task of sharpening enemy vanguards and guards.

Either way, the morale of the now flourishing enemy is bound to fade if the food is scarce.

There's no way we can beat the physiological demands of a human being.

Anyway, now, wait.

Because if we don't get on with the enemy's intentions and the three armies only move at the same time.

The day after that, enemy provocation began.

He will enrage the soldiers, and say, "Destroy each camp."

The hand has been predicted, not ridden.

No, but nevertheless.

In the world that continues to fight, will the human voice also be louder?

He throws some pretty loud, beautiful, spicy words at me.

"The coward who let the woman fight."

"Was it the Walla doll that was protecting the old capital? It's like he didn't respond to the slaughter."

"The weak and weak scattered by women are saying something."

"The product is too good... some ballless bastard stretched under his nose and kicked by a woman! You see, that turtle, the horse is so much better! Wash your face with horse piss and come back out!

That's right, Kevin. Great job.

Emile Barberg twisted lightly the enemy guard, who had backfired against him in reverse, almost close to the first line.

Occupying a place at height, its calm gesture of extraction, albeit already fortified.

When I say Christian, the layers of kingdom aristocracy are still thick.

Emile mentioned the handles, the day after that.

The lion's crest appeared in front of me. Bring a number of flags.

Are you here to encourage the defect of the guard?

"Hey, Philip."

"Yeah, that's the crest of my Valois family. My brother Charles seems to be serving as the enemy general's SS."

Many seals were found in diplomatic negotiations.

He said he serves the same house as Charles... but the Share family Cole also serves as an offering.

"Brother Philip! Wouldn't you like to exchange your swords for a while!

"I don't want my family's blood to suck on my family sword! Think of the mourning of your fathers!

You can't say you can't win.

Nor could these rhetoric afford to speak of aristocratic upbringing… etc.

The enemy's spearhead was finally pointed at me, too.

"My name is Hiro de Calewara! … I hear that you, my grandfather/poet Ariel, have been struck by the glory of my ancestors, throwing yourself to save their lives! That act of knowing which would be true kings, was precisely an imperative that only those who combined cloudless knowledge with true courage could remit! As long as I spare no effort to humiliate the famous and elegant man, who cannot forgive his sins, who attacked me after all! Isn't his grandson a hater who has to wear heaven all over you? In order to flip, you will have the good fortune of encountering us here for generations, what should be termed Heavenly Dispensation! Once again, the bond of righteousness between the princes must be so natural!

Speak of Ariel like a traitor!

"My grandfather and poet Ariel is east and bottom is due to the life of His Majesty the Time! It was an act of sincerity to throw away all the fame that I had built from my father! Now, Your Majesty, I praise you for your loyalty, and I will allow you to rebuild your home! The grace is deep in me, and the transgression is obvious in the public! If you are to be named a royal descendant, don't let the wild spoil you and throw up heartache and slander! Submit to the court and spin the Yakuza! If you make any more lies, I won't give any consideration to anyone who draws your blood, but how!

The word from the enemy general did not return. Oh, naturally.

He gently inspected the rear guard as it was and eventually returned to the main unit.

I wonder what he said around Edward.

Did he throw words at the Indians and Norfolk parties under his group?

Who rides in the falsehood of an opponent who has no bounty or fringe?

The enemy is stuck, like he confessed to it himself.

Unless this one rides the Taunt.

There are two options left for them.

Will the food run out and become weak and later annihilated?

Do you want to protrude south and escape the battlefield before that?

This one's all assumed and ready to go.

Wait. Anyway, just wait.

The victory is at present.