Tower of Karma

"There are people stronger than me. There are, of course, limited conditions. One hit, that's a situation close to it. Well, I can't go into the detour anymore. I don't know. I have to keep track of Gilberto's movements. I can't move people of value. If I can't do this, I don't think everyone in this room has hands or feet."

Wolff looked over at his men as he sat in the chair. Anatole, Nika and Ulysses are special, I don't want to consume anything else if I can. Horns stand if you drain all the 'red' and Nederks armies.

"Gilberto is stronger than me even if we don't meet the conditions in the first place."

"I'll do quite a few wounded women, too. I don't feel like losing."

Anatole, Nika's valve. Yes, the enemy is only a bunch of fierce winners in a streak against the Nederks. Even if Bernhardt lacked it, its spiritual pillars were already buried with the advent of Karl. If it was a retreat, Carl would be better than Bernhardt.

"The morale, the skill of the soldiers, is not sweet."

Ulysses remembers the pair who stopped and showed themselves at Spirce. That convex combination stood pretty well in the midst of the defeats so far. He also showed me the maneuvers of making decisions over and over again.

"Yes, as a first place, the enemy army is fully staffed. We're more than that, but I'm pretty sure we're not sweet opponents. Until yesterday, there was a gap in the movement. Think it won't start tomorrow and it'll work. He was Arcadia's young man and second best assessment, and it wasn't Dade who brought him to the King's Council at that young age. Tighten your mind, Temeer and others."

Answering, the cry stuck to the curtain.

"Let's keep our minds tight. So, how exactly do we attack tomorrow?

Anatol asked Wolfe for an explanation. Wolf whispers his chin.

"You can ignore Hohen Stadt for now. Tomorrow morning it will be empty, even if you go inside and get eaten by the dead."

Wolfe read that he will see how to defend today and start withdrawing tomorrow. It is an abdominal accumulation that will transition to a siege even though it is through the undesirable muscles if it is not moving to retreat tomorrow. Wolfe decided it would be more efficient to wait for reinforcements and attack them together than Carl had joined.

Wolfe spread the map before everyone else.

"There are three simple forts going east from here, all of which you can escape to wherever your enemies have invaded their strongholds. It's good to see where you run into the day, but I think you can turn off this route, which is the shortest I can predict."

"Why turn off the shortest?

"This route is used by an injured person who probably would have let him get away with it first. Convinced by the way we fought today. That boy is moving in the direction of keeping many alive. You can see them using two other directions to make sure they get away. I don't care. I knew that day. The problem is the stronghold from which the main unit will escape. I believe these routes are pre-set. In other words, you should assume that each location is simple in advance, but replenished"

Those around him looked suspicious at Wolfe's words.

"Don't you think too much, Lord Wolfe? Carl von Taylor will still be about a day about this one. It should have moved right here, even thinking about it from the King's Council's plans. I don't think we can get that far."

The Nedeluxe 'red' man gave his opinion. Wolfe nods.

"The first thing I'm wrong with as recognition is that the replenishment I'm thinking about right now wasn't prepared for this retreat. It's what I was preparing for after I attacked Spirce. It's not hard if you just move some replenishment that was stopping on the way. Of course you won't be able to move it without instructions, but that's the guy who was a division chief and brawstat's head. Of course I can."

Arcadia was prepared after attacking Spirce. It's perfectly natural for Carl to think about using it that's floating. Given the weapons protection gear, horses and food, and the amount of time you stayed at Hohen Stadt, it's not surprising that you're counting backwards from there and collecting supplies on one route.

"Fast forward too soon, probably not so prepared. It's already a world of bets on whether we can discuss Marslan or not. You can't be more certain than doing it with a secret weapon that's so hard to get the terms right. Supply is trace, but there will be extras from home countries, so make up your mind early."

Wolfe's reading was a hit. The supplies Carl was moving were originally available, and additional supplies from the country have not even reached the browstat yet. The premature distortion of the fast track had an impact here as well.

"Anyway, it moves in the early morning. It will also go through Hohen Stadt from dawn over there. So, will the stopping be the one who got injured on the battlefield today or something? He's a real bastard. That's why it's so troublesome."

Wolfe was laughing happily behind her back with words. The original contract was to slap the Arcadian side jointly with Marslan. Even in that case, you could have fought Carl von Taylor. But it couldn't have been a more complicated and interesting fight. If you're going to drop the browstat in the first place, all you have to do is turn down the barracks and fight for endurance. That's hard, but boring as a battle.

"Well, how do we escape? Halfway out of here, tomorrow will be the day of death."

Wolfe deepened her grin like a wolf who nodded her tongue in front of her prey.

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Wolff was watching Hohen Stadt at dawn. The fort rested on the edge of a small, sloping, gentle hill without light. The mixed army of the Nederks and the Black Mercenaries, already ready to move, awaited Wolf's decree.

"There's no movement. Wolf smoke does not rise from the scouts. That means we're not moving toward retreat. What do we do?"

Wolfe's readings were supposed to start marching towards the retreat as soon as dawn. That aspect, it was an operation to attack behind your back, but without the opponent's movements, it wouldn't be established.

"You rarely misread it. Aren't you going to be hikikomori in the fort today?

Nika laughed happily at Niyanya for some reason. Silence the wolf with his head on. Wolfe often meditated his eyes and spun his thoughts fully. I don't think I missed a lot of reading. It doesn't make sense to stretch out all day today. I'd rather just give this one time.

Now time is worth more than money. Will it drain it for no reason?

"Hold on to Hohen Stadt's back for now. We'll see how it goes."

The army moved out in accordance with Wolf's orders. Either way, the way out must be held down. Until now, there was no sign of escape, so I didn't dare block it. If we give him a way out, he can come as dead as he did yesterday. It's easier to poke your fleeing back than your dying opponent. That was until yesterday, and things have changed now. It should be.

"If there's nothing we can do, we're halfway there by now."

There is a faint disappointment in Wolfe's eyes.

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It has been quite some time since Wolfe and others finished deploying their troops behind Hohen Stadt. Already the sun shines at the top of the sky and it is lunchtime. The Nedeluxe army, which had been on alert since the morning, was running out of tension, and it was a difficult situation to remain any more vigilant. The enemy has no movement, and this one is the advantage in the first place, and the concentration does not continue.

"Easy, but don't eat it."

Anatol's suggestion is the best story.

"Maybe this is how the enemy's plan is going to make us do it?

I can't fool around with the words Nika joked about. Wolfe himself is the most annoying. But it's hard to get in. Beyond laying a formation on the Arcadia side, the offensive difficulty as a fort is higher than on the opposite side, such as the enrichment of the outer walls.

"Do you want to mesh? But don't be alarmed. Eat up and get ready for battle."

"Okay. Let's tell the crime scene."

Anatole goes to tell each field representative.

"You're a mess. Hey, little suke, fire, fire."

"Well, why do you have to do something like small-time?"

"Chibisuke who prepares while saying that is a good one. Use it with praise."

The faces of the black mercenaries were bursting with laughter when they saw the usual sights of Nika and Ulysses. Little Ulysses are a favorite of all members.

"Can't you do it dry?

To Wolfe's inquiry, Nika looks at him with white eyes.

"If my head, which I've been taking off my reading in the morning, ties any more, I'll buy it backwards, okay? That would be the second dance of that battle. Let them eat here. There's a distance, if you attack me, you'll make it."

Nika's recommendations are also best received. Neeka, who has emotional precedence over reason, covers where Wolfe's thoughts do not extend. It was a good pair.

"I get it. My share, too, Your Excellency, Ulysses."

"Sooner or later it is my dream to be splendid and let His Highness the Captain cook!

The lower end guts were stained as we prepared ourselves for it at an incredible rate as we semi-cryed. When the current owner of the Leonvern family (Euphemia) saw it, there was a sight that seemed angry as a result of the fierce fire.

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"Captain Carl, I think it's time"

Fine smoke and palm flames rise from the Nederks position. Carl was waiting for this sight. It is the first clear gap to be shown today. Of course, you'll need the right hand to stick it in. But that's the hand I've already hit, and then...

"All right, everybody get the horses ready, run through them all at once!

It just moves.

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While we were eating Ulysses prepared lunch, Wolfe's senses captured the movement on the battlefield. Anatol then changes his blood phase. Seeing how it went, the Black Mercenaries switched to battlefield mode in an instant. It's within your assumptions to move here.

"Prepare for interception. Let the cavalry pull him out. But don't let an infantry pass through an ant."

There was no emotion in Wolf's eyes. It is a good hand in the other person's gap. But under the circumstances, I'm only a bad guy. A bad hand that could leave behind all the troops you should want to let go, the infantry that is the main force. That is the assault that is now being dared.

"Lend me your horse. Let me see the face of the moron who struck this measure."

Wolfe moves out on a single ride. That's what I wanted to know. Half the disappointment, the other half...

Did I miss something?

It is the hope that I am being put out.

Wolfe saw Carl and the others as he ran through the mundane line. A glimpse of Carl and his gaze tangle as he rushes through.

(... good face. I can't read anything. I mean, there's something there, right?)

Wolfe stares at its back. Only cavalry breakthroughs, no infantry figure there. It is impossible for everyone to span horseback riding, and some of the infantry will have never touched a horse. I don't get the right number in the first place. Overwhelmingly little.

Wolff sees Hohen Stadt. It was full of tranquility. It's like...

Faces of a black mercenary regiment that has caught up with Wolf.

"Hey, it's Anatole. Did anyone see Hohen Stadt's back yesterday?

Anatole, who is in charge of the compromise with the Nederks army, nods.

"You should have been watching closely at night. Not blind enough to miss the light"

Wolf puts his head on. Its eyes still gaze at the quieter Hohen Stadt.

"What about noon? How's it going in the evening?

"This one bounced back at noon. The reconnaissance team that was looking behind me should have been driven away too. The repositioning is in place... ugh!? I'm an idiot!

Some of the mercenaries noticed at the same time as Anatole noticed. There was a drain on yesterday's enemy. Anatole was ashamed of herself for not thinking about it. Even though I was stopping that information myself...

"No, I'll get rid of the recon if I can afford that. It is also natural that some time is required for repositioning there. What wasn't normal was Arcadia's move. If this one goes in one more time, it's a bankrupt operation. As soon as I won the main infantry, I let the scouts walk away with their legs to show them. While we're at it. How powerful a bastard you are, Carl von Taylor."

Nothing in the Black Mercenary Corps doesn't realize Wolfe's laughter is mixed with joy colors. The presence of good enemies, that's what accelerates Wolf's growth.

"Anatole, grab him and scout Hohen Stadt. Keep in mind the possibility of a few people remaining and ambushing, the possibility of a fire, naturally, but all the main forces remaining and fighting back, some streets. Well, I won't take this reading off. I'm confident."

Wolfe was full of hands because she suppressed the emotions that gushed out of herself. Of course, the remorse that has been put out, the joy of meeting a good enemy, the expectation that you will grow in this battle, and this battle is, in a sense, a battle against a general who shares the roots with the opponent you most want to win. If we can win this place out firmly, it will be one of the proof left that we won't take pulls not just in individual fights but also in group fights.

(I can't make a simple comparison. That guy. That guy's, Carl has Carl's strengths, too. But they still look alike, Temee and the others. Because humans are too different? Probably because of the opposite pole)

Whether he could win or not, the fact that he has exhibited a dark cloudy appearance ignited Wolfe's fighting spirit on the contrary. Chase of Hell starting here. Yesterday, today and out. The right of initiative is entirely over there. That's why it's funny.

The certainty that you're the last person to laugh remains unshakeable.

Hohen Stadt's naturally stuffed shell, a host of leftover food and supplies were proof that they prioritized their feet, and that they were well supplied with the next base to reach. Wolf shudders when he hears the situation.

This battle will surely be a pleasure. There was certainty that the gears would engage and increase the limits on both sides.

"Come on, it's a good time to have fun."

Wolfe's grin is unwavering.

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On that evening, the Wolves had a black mercenary regiment and a horseback riding squad in front of the stronghold where Carl and the others would have fled. Despite stretching out to noon and fleeing on the feet of the cavalry, he overturned the advantages of time with a march in summary instant execution. In the daylight of the following day, the main unit, led by Anatole, arrives and begins the fighting on its feet.

Wolfe smiled as the advancing Nederks clashed with the main unit of the Arcadia army playing defense at the fort.

"Heh, you have more arrows than I thought. However, the density is thin in that split. Now we're pulling it backwards, aren't we? All right, me and Ulysses, we're gonna hit the rear with Anatole and Nika's hands. Watch Gilberto. Never isolate yourself!

This is another instant instant execution, bypassing the fort with a horse's foot and attacking it in the back. Even if Gilberto and Hilda retreat the soldiers while protecting them, there will be an increase in armaments here for Wolfe. It does not protrude too much, but it does not loosen the hand of the attack. Successfully attacked and successfully retreated, the Arcadia side was to lose a lot.

"Run! Fight me!

It entered Wolfe's ear as Gilberto's cry firmly shredded his enemies and retreated. When he hears that, Wolfe looks back with a bottomless grin.

"Nothing good... then maybe Temeer dies, huh?

Ulysses next door stares at Gilberto as do the rest of his men. Gilberto bites his teeth regrettably. Wolfe will never make a one-stroke shape. At least you won't be putting elements of play in until you're in a situation where you can totally win.

Gilberto measures are easy. Even in today's retreat, Wolfe himself protrudes somewhat to engage Gilberto, and when he meets alone, he shows an out-of-digit concentration, but it turns out that even Ulysses' intervention with a single cross spear or arrow can be a major factor in losing focus. The fear was halved by making weaknesses round-naked.

"I won't win today."

The retreating Wolf got far more valuable information than his shredded power. Except...

"Nah, it's quite a cousin."

For leaning backwards, a defensive team led by Carl had won big in the main battle. Was the retreating soldier the main battle this time? Wolfe thinks otherwise.

"Did they do it again?

"No, Giri, you win today. The number of people to withdraw has been firmly incorrect, Carl's main unit nailed here, and the retreat is carried over after tomorrow. Overall, I'm the one who took advantage. Let me win the battle for you."

"It's sunny with the enemy."

The strength of the defense lacked Gilberto and Hilda. The fort itself. This one is extremely simple, and if Carl hadn't led it, Wolfe might have chosen the tactic of frontal breakthrough. So the victory with a relatively small number of defensive squads is a brilliant word.

I couldn't help but notice the rush at night.

Lord Wolfe, the Arcadians are moving out of the fort.

"That's greedy. Assemble the cavalry immediately. I'm gonna slap you."

Nedeluxe watches captured enemy shadows retreating. Night travel becomes more noticeable than daylight, than light is necessary. Easy to chase, just too much of a Wolf.

"It just seems that each unit is spreading and moving, and I can't figure out which one is Carl"

"It doesn't matter. Slap it properly. If you're lucky, Carl, if it's bad, it reduces your fighting power. Whatever happens, it's our gain."

"Sure. What do we do, Wolf?

Wolfe thinks a little. I don't think Carl is aware of the risks associated with night travel. Step, scatter and move when you can make a lot of use of it after you know it. Wouldn't it be a little impossible? Nevertheless, it is the pinnacle of stupidity to bypass and miss.

"Naturally follow. But there's no going that far. Let's put some pressure on it and get out of here."

A passive decision for Wolf. But nothing pinches my mouth there. That's all I'm dealing with. Just stick it in and they'll cook it easy.

The decision was not wrong. But...

"This, um, this is really bottomless. Hey!

It was sweet. Instead of each unit moving with the lights, one of the squadrons moves with the lights on the way, and the other companions who were hiding in the darkness at night unleash arrows across the lights of Wolf and his cavalry. The night's journey was not an escape, but an attack.

"Damn, some arrow's coming down. I don't see anything."

Those who set up shields in heaven turn to the right and to the left. If this happens, there's nothing you can do with a force push. I can't see who I'm pushing. Still, Wolff stood around well and flattened both the ambush, but overall, he lost a lot.

"Retreat. Retreat!"

The Nedeluxe side stared hatefully at the lights moving eastward as Wolfe and the others hammered out and retreated into the measures. It is a total operational loss. And with this hand, today's advantage leaned toward Arcadia again.

"... you're fucked"

"Tomorrow, because I'm gonna win."

"Probably won't be picked up, tomorrow."

Carl's retreat, the amount of his bills, is the amount of experience. The experience of the Ten, the Hundred, who were using every hand to raise their kung fu lived here at the time. That's what Wolff was supposed to take all by himself.

It was only in distress that the glowing bottom line, a little bit of laughter was beginning to disappear from Wolfe's face.