"The flying squad is breaking through the enemy right wing unit and rushing to the enemy base!"
Nod On the Imperial Army headquarters, the officers looked at each other.
The same is true of the commanding general, the general. Things are proceeding according to the predictions drawn in advance. That means that the empire's victory is more certain.
"Okay, messenger to the right wing! Tell them to turn to aggressive offensive!"
"Are you sure? The enemy's left wing is almost intact, but resistance is expected."
There is a reason the officer dared to give advice.
The Imperial Army, which had positioned the left wing as the core of the attack from the planning stage, had deployed the noble heads and children of powerful nobles to the right wing, which is expected to be the least damaged. No matter how much the Empire is dominant in power, it's not clear what will happen beyond the battlefield. Should we avoid aggressive offensive of right wing unit which might do damage to you in this battle where we saw the victory? The officer made an appointment with the words behind it.
"I don't care. The enemy will be halved immediately anyway."
But the general replied with a firm attitude. The generals had been told by military leaders that the officers did not know.
"The territory in the left wing of the Royal Army will retreat in order to rescue its headquarters attacked by the flying squadron-three times the power difference of the right wing, who is not used to combat. And what remains is a decent fight with militia and other bonuses. ''
"I see ... this is also as planned?"
The officer consented to the information given for the first time closes his eyelids. The inner heart may be filled with sighs.
Nobility on the battlefield is awkward. Relationships Above all else, there is an overreaction in taking out the war dead, but if there is no opportunity to make a difference, they will spread dissatisfaction around them. Placing it in a safe place will provoke a fighting opportunity, and placing it in the middle of the battlefield will complain that the owner has died and the heir has been injured.
I really want to avoid bringing in the army as a commanding officer, but they can't afford to mobilize their forces, and they can't make a pointless revenge against the powerful nobles. As a result, they had to use that force as a deterrent to the enemy, but also to deploy it on the least damaging right wing.
However, the win or loss has already been decided. The kingdom's right-wing unit is in chaos, and it will only be a matter of time before the flying squadron attacks the enemy base. In addition, enemy left-wing units are known in advance to have their strength reduced by half. In this situation, the general ruled that commanding an aggressive attack on the empire's right-wing unit would not result in much damage.
"What is the enemy's cavalry and central unit?"
The friendly right-wing unit determined that it was safe and separated from his thoughts, and the general asked for information about intact enemy units.
Hibira: "Hah. Apparently, they are pursuing the flying squadron that broke through the front line and heading for rescue of the main team. The troops that seem to be mercenaries at the front line in the center are indeed unchanged, but the central main force unit and the equestrian horse who refrained from behind It has been reported that the squad has turned into a squad. ''
Violation "Wow. That's a good thing. The left wing unit can make the right wing unit of the enemy without any interruption. The one who does not reach the flying squad after chasing anyway. I don't know what his commander is. ''
"I can't say that if I'm poked at the headquarters where the royal family sits."
Is there room for the winner? Speaking of another officer defending while smiling.
"Well, yes. I cannot forbid sympathy for the kings of the kingdom."
Toss The Imperial General, who was the king of the Kingdom, laughed out loudly.
The Imperial right-wing unit suddenly increases its offensive. The number of troops in this field is 3,000 for the Imperial right wing unit and 2,000 for the Kingdom left wing unit. There is no doubt that the empire is dominant.
From the start of the war until here, there was a front line in this battlefield where the left wing of the kingdom and the right wing of the empire fought. But that's only if the imperial offensive is passive. The kingdom's left wing troops have barely surpassed the inferiority, but their balance quickly collapses as the Empire strengthens its offensive.
Originally, the ratio was three for Imperial right wing units and two for Kingdom left wing units. It was natural that they would be pushed out if they fought properly. And for the kingdom, unexpected events add to the worsening situation.
"Why! Are you going to change your squad with this inferiority !?"
The yelling is the commander of the militia of the kingdom's left wing, and the angry man is the messenger who kneels in front of him. Soldiers who report to the captain a command from the Tori Army, also a left-wing unit, continue to report.
"Huh. It is said that the enemy's cavalry 2,000 who has breached the right wing unit is approaching the main team. It is unavoidable that the Tribal troops will go to rescue in order to protect the Highness who will pass on the main team."
Quality "But if they can get out of here right now, we can't maintain the front! Take care! Bring the messengers from the tribal army!"
The soldier responds as he says.
“That ’s …… If I just tell it, I ’ll turn the horse ’s neck…”
"Don't you already?"
"Hah"
Suddenly, his captain uttered his thoughts.
"... Isn't that false information?"
"It's true that the soldiers who came to the messenger belong to the tribal army. Several people have seen their faces."
If that is the case, it cannot be discarded as false news. That is, it increases the likelihood that information that the headquarters is at risk is true.
After about five breaths of thought, the commander instructed his deputy commander, who was on his side.
Danger: "... Send a messenger here to the tribal army. No matter how good the HQ is, it is not totally defenseless. Abandon this battlefield if there is a command from the HQ. I can't. "
However, the words returned by the deputy commander again made the commander scream.
"It seems that the tribal army is already retreating. Is it enough to send a messenger now?"
"what!"
With the change of the tribal army, his power ratio is reduced to three thousand empire right wing units and one thousand kingdom left wing units. The kingdom was being pushed by the imperial right wing offensive, with no way to close the hole for the withdrawal of the tribal army, which accounted for half of the kingdom's left wing.
Originally, the left wing troops from which the Trianese troops left are mostly militia, unlike those who have been regularly trained in battle. No. Even the same number of battles cannot be disadvantaged. It was only a matter of time that the balance would tilt if the ratio was three to one.
"I'm here, Cyril, the Imperial Army."
Rai was looking at the imperial soldiers approaching, while blocking the sun with his palms, among the student soldiers located behind the Kingdom Left.
"You can see if you look at that."
The answer wasn't Cyrill, but Eleanor, the daughter of the Viscount, a classmate. Contrary to any tone, a slight tremor mixes with the voice.
Cyril and his students at the school were recruited as student soldiers and were incorporated behind the left wing.
"I finally came."
Cyril stares at the Imperial Army with few words. The Cyrills, which had not been involved in battles until now due to strange stalemates, seemed to be unable to be bystanders to the end.
"All members must be in line!"
A silver-haired captain on a horse exclaimed.
"In this battle, the fate of my kingdom is at stake! You have no experience of combat, and you don't want to beat the enemy, but you can stop the enemy here! Suppress the offensive! "
Some people frown at the words that disregard the student's life without feeling the effort.
"I don't think anyone was able to gain experience in combat ..."
Close to Cyril, there was a muttering sound. The voice was too low to reach the Commander, but he shook his head as if several students agreed.
Kirill understands what the students want to say.
The commander's name is Hanslick. The second son of the Remscheid family, a noble family known as Takemon. He himself was also a graduate of the school with excellent grades, and that may have led him to command a student soldier.
But on the other hand, he was famous in other ways. That is why he caused the students of the school to restrict off-campus activities.
During his senior years of graduation, Hanslick was distressed in the forest of Caucasus with his classmates. All were eventually rescued by mercenaries hired by the school and the Remscheid family, but this has led to a ban on student off-campus expeditions.
Until then, the students of the school, who had been able to gain practical experience in expeditions at their own risk, were unable to conduct actual battles. The difference would be good, as Hanslick, who was the source of the storm, referred the students to his lack of practical experience.
However, such dissatisfaction is a story without an imminent enemy.
Enemy soldiers rushed through the squadrons in front of the squadron soldiers.
Sharpening: "The avant-garde is energizing the enemy! The magicians are attacking the enemy individually!"
It was almost at the same time Hanslick's instructions flew and the vanguard collided with enemy soldiers.
The magician's attack magic flies from the rear guard toward the imperial soldier whose legs have stopped.
This is not a dense attack. Less than 40 students of the magician course were originally included in the unit. In addition, at the school, it is the utmost ability to cast magic at immovable objects placed 20 meters away. When you cast your magic at a moving enemy soldier, even a distant opponent, the hit rate is good.
But if dozens of magic are fired at the same time, some of them will reach the enemy. Red flames and a bluish, transparent ice mass passed over the avant-garde and were sucked into enemy soldiers.
Most of the students turn their faces blue, with soldiers burning their heads alive and suffocating, and suffocating and suffocating when they fall through their chests. During vomiting, some began to crouch in place.
"If you have time to spit, release as many attacks as you can! Stand if you don't want to die!"
Announcement Hanslick's fly, but students who are not well trained can't get on the battlefield by hitting it.
"Eleanor, are you okay?"
Cyrill worried at a classmate with a blue face next to him.
"What's okay? Wow, I'm nothing!"
Eleanor has a torture. But his face is about to start crying.
Unlike other schoolgirls, Cyrill thought that lean patience was as great as possible.
"O.K. I understand"
Cyrillus ended the conversation in short words and began chanting his gaze at the enemy.
Fireball “The burning flame is proof of my power and pride.
The resulting fireball flies away in the direction indicated by Cyril, lands and begins to burn the soldier's body. While grimacing at the sight, Kirill holds up his staff again.
Incongruity "Penetrating is a fluctuation of a brave knight ---!"
At the glance, a pointed rock stab pierces the flank of an enemy soldier trying to slash from behind Rye. Rye, who had dealt with the enemy in front of him, stabbed a stop at the soldier, who had fallen with an expression of agony.
Rye raises her thumbs and turns her thanks to Cyril. When he raises his hand and responds, Kirill tightens his face and be vigilant around him.
Hesitate, "No way ..."
Think about the murder charges after you survive. For now, just consider yourself and your friends living and returning to the capital city.
Telling himself so, Cyril shoots her attack magic at the Imperial soldiers.
The war for Cyril has thus begun.