It is morning of the next day on August 20 after dawn.
The two armies were close enough to see each other. The place is the wilderness where the Royal Army suffered a heavy defeat in the first match.
After the victory, the Imperial Army simply stayed there and could not see signs of marching deep within the Kingdom. The intent is unknown, but the Royal Army cannot permit enemy powers to be stationed within its territory. Before healing the wounds of the defeat of the first match, he recruited troops and militia from all over the kingdom, and quickly formed an army to repel the empire.
Apparently, the Imperial Army was not waiting for it. He has built positions in preparation for the upcoming battle with the Royal Army, and has welcomed troops from the mainland of the Empire.
The empire's army is reportedly over 10,000. It was the largest number of people the Empire could mobilize for expeditions. In addition, a group of reinforcements sent from the southern continent joined in for a total of 12,000 people. That is the empire team this time.
In the middle of the wilderness, the battlefield, obstacles such as fences set up by the Imperial Army were lined up, and a sky moat was seen to complement it. Behind the obstacles, there are empire units, and when you look further back, you can see a group that seems to be the main unit.
But there were fewer troops in the center than expected. Imperial troops are deployed in the left and right areas with few obstacles, forming a horizontal formation along with the central part. Rather, the central part seemed to be the fewest units apart from the main unit behind.
"I don't know."
"What is it?"
When Commander Moore, commander of the mercenaries, whispered rather than whispered, the slender man who was standing beside him responded with a voice without intonation.
"It's like waiting for us in this place, but it seems like a defense battle."
Moore dissatisfied with his chin pointing toward the Imperial Army.
"Rather than go inside the Kingdom territory and repeat the mistakes so far, you may be thinking about destroying us at once and winning the game."
"But if the kingdom is fortunate enough to retreat to his own territory and not respond to the decisive battle, the gained momentum and superiority will be wasted."
"Maybe he was confident not to do that. In fact, many seemed to endure the endurance war, but the upper ranks of the army chose a decisive battle. Maybe. "
Moore shows discomfort with one eyebrow raised. This is not very pleasing to those fighting on the front lines, as higher-ranking conspiracy leaders make undesirable choices depending on the enemy nation.
That's not all Moore is concerned about.
"Isn't the position built by the empire subtle?"
"subtle?"
"If I had that many people and time, I would be able to build a stronger base ..."
The slender man showed a little thought.
"... I just lost time in an unfamiliar land? Even though I won the first game, this is an enemy land for the Empire. It may be that I did not proceed as expected while watching the surroundings."
Moore wanted to sigh. Everything a slender man is saying is right, and Moore himself has a similar idea in mind. But that is not what Moore is asking him.
"Maybe it might be .... More like this, oh! Is there any opinion that would be?"
Responsibilities: "I'm only presenting the expected possibilities to help the captain decide. Because the captain makes the final decision."
A man who speaks without feelings. Moore complains without hiding her dissatisfied expression.
"I say like everybody, but you're the commanding person, even though you have a vice."
"Don't worry. If the captain becomes useless, he will properly serve as commander."
"I can't use it ..."
Moore argues that the expression is not astonishing. Moore, who had been taken a while for a while, recovered and slammed at his vice commander.
"What should we do now?"
"No, I don't think the mercenaries will be obedient to my instructions."
However, the only command he could get from the captain's mouth was an untangled answer. The vice-captain changes the word, "Aside from that," to Moore, who looks uninteresting.
"I would like to tell the Chief of Staff the story I mentioned earlier."
"What was that earlier?"
Moore shook his head, wondering if it was a conversation that was just leaning forward.
"It is a story that the empire's base construction may not be progressing as expected."
"Ahh"
Moore expressed his understanding with a single sound, but his expression was not bright.
"I think it's useless just to report."
Originally, the opinions of the upstarts, which were not well thought out by the upper ranks of the military, did not seem to be accepted by the born aristocrats.
Moore, who came from a commoner and was a young battalion, is full of enemies. Is there an enemy or an enemy? It is probably more accurate to say that allies are not helping.
For noble people, Moore is a small item worth noting directly. He wouldn't be resentful enough to aggress Moore's fall, but he wouldn't want to reach out if he failed. That is why dangerous and less useful missions such as commanders of mercenary units come around.
In this fight, Moore is still eating. The placement of the mercenaries led by the central front line. The task was to hit the enemy's central unit beyond the frontal defensive position. As I said when talking to the mercenaries last night, it was the most dangerous and most damaging arrangement. It's good to hear that it's a pioneer, but I'm worried that there's a fence, a moat, and, above all, arrows and attack magic from behind them.
The Royal Army is deploying its army alongside the Imperial Army. In the center there were three thousand soldiers, including mercenaries, two thousand on the left, and three thousand on the right, including a tiger cub.
In fact, the central unit also participates in the attack with 2,000 members, excluding the main unit. At the forefront of this, Moore's 500 mercenaries had been ordered aggressively offensive.
Despite being in a makeshift position, attacking a fenced or fenced-off moat would not be a wise choice. Not surprisingly, there is no penalty for numbers. It was honest to rely on the skills and experience of each mercenary individual.
Moore went to the mercenaries himself to grasp his strength and saw each one with his own eyes. Unlike regular troops, individual abilities vary widely. However, mercenaries who routinely exchange life with beasts and demon opponents would be more accustomed to actual battles than regular soldiers, and some people who could be relied on could be identified.
Apparently, the lieutenant, a mere soldier, does not like Moore's behavior so much.
"I don't think the captain has to go and see himself where the mercenaries are camping."
That was also the reason why the tone became mellow.
"Even though you're fighting for money, it's better to fight for a commander who has spoken than a mercenary for a blind commander."
But Moore can't afford it. Only because you are a mercenary can you understand their feelings well. A commander who sees himself as a person may be more willing to listen to instructions than a commander who sees himself as a mere piece. Even if a mercenary was a rogue who was just hired for money, he wouldn't want to be killed without meaning.
"So? Are there any mercenaries you could use?"
The deputy captain is not going to say too much, and will briefly mention the results.
Byakuya: "Well, there was a" No "that is famous in Tria. Also, the same" Three Great Suppressers "."
"Huh ..."
Hearing Moore's words, his lieutenant raised his mouth.
"That's it. It may be the best news."
As the two sides confronted each other, the Ardiss stood at the forefront of the central army.
"I ended up doing exactly what the commander said yesterday. I was expecting it."
Ted is blurred with the feeling of giving up.
"I can't help it. That's why it's a mercenary, and it seems that your central unit has also brought mercenaries to the foreground.
Norris is soothing with a carefree tone that I can not imagine before the battle.
"I know, I know. We just don't know if mercenaries don't come around for a good role."
Bitches “Yes.
Even to Orphelia, Ted tightened his expression as if he couldn't help.
"Hey. Well, let's work hard enough not to die and work hard for the reward. If possible, take the head of the commander who leads the mercenaries over there, and I won't let the Royal Army win over that. "
Mouthpieces Ted's gaze turned to representatives from both sides, talking to each other. The orderly arrangement of the soldiers of the two arms across them reminds me of a solemn ritual.
"While doing this, you can win if you make another squadron go around and strike the opponent's headquarters?"
Ted rushes into Aldis with a mysterious expression.
"What are you saying?"
"Ah, that's funny."
"As expected it is a bit ..."
Aldis is not joking.
He thinks that if you have the time to make a relaxed speech in front of the enemy who appears, you should take a preemptive blow. Looking at each other's moments, they struggle to make a lethal blow into their throat. Aldis thought it would be the same whether it was an individual or a group battle.
But such common sense doesn't seem to work here either. Even Ted, who would normally put himself in danger as a mercenary, is convinced that war is such a thing.
Aside from accidental skirmishes, it is important in such decisive battles that it is important to make a clear statement and assert one's legitimacy. Since both the kingdom and the empire are fights with their cause, if you neglect this, even if you win the battle, you may not be able to recognize your own justice.
Hearing that, Ardis was amazed at her heart. Justice and nothing, if lost, would have no right or opportunity to object.
"It's a very peaceful story ..."
A black-haired boy spills out-of-place words in the midst of the ridiculous stage of war, but no one has heard it.
After the delegates have spoken out and some moral arrangements have been made, the commanders of both sides have finally issued a command and the soldiers begin to move.
In a tidy situation, the battle for the fate of the kingdom was over and ended.