Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

─ ─ Is it dangerous to fight with a positive attack like this?

Chaff acknowledged the strength of the enemy and guided him through the totality.

"You guys, pack him up."

Chaff orders only the escorts to make their intentions clear.

Felix and the others, lined up in a vertical row, heard Chaff and silently began to turn the horse to the right.

Felix and the others are slowly approaching the enemy.

The enemy cavalry, packed with distance as a human horse wall, picked him up without escaping.

If Felix and the others keep pressing me and running to the right, I'll be caught in a black pine forest with branches sticking out onto the road.

Felix and the others align their long swords with the enemy's song knife and meet several times.

For a while, a sudden voice flew to them meeting at a contact distance.

"Don't pack back and forth!

checked the distance between the enemy cavalry and his companions running back and forth in a stiff manner.

Compared to the initial positional relationship, the squad is obviously denser.

Felix and the others were caught skilfully regulating the speed of the meeting.

One of the previous ones just slowed down a little and the rear would slow down and get away from the front.

It's a battle between cavalry men running at full speed. It takes a lot of time to catch up and get back on the front.

"It's too late!

Felix relentlessly unleashed a long sword to the head of the enemy cavalry in a rush to return distance.

Felix's long sword slashes and rips rainwater, bounces it off, and paints an iron trajectory.

In the eyes of the enemy cavalry, who took the song knife vertically on the verge, he reflected Felix bowing himself and a chaff throwing a knife across it.

The enemy cavalry turned his torso and showed him avoiding a knife flying at his shoulders with terrible accuracy.

That's brilliant. It was a great reflex rate to be cheered on in normal times.

But he was a bad guy on the spot now.

The horse answered honestly to his husband's behavior, which turned his torso and weighed him in the rear.

It slowed down.

Inevitably, the enemy cavalry, which was tight, is forced to slow down one after the other to avoid contact.

The effect of the deceleration struck directly at the enemy cavalry that was running at the rear of the line and was instantly pulled apart.

Felix and the others were used to it, first changing the line to two different columns.

Immediately determine each other's position, fix the distance to the proper position and align them in a vertical row again.

The bitter-faced enemy cavalry had taken some time to form a disturbed line.

Felix and the others can't possibly have a brother-in-law waiting for the enemy to line up.

Pull the horse over or face a storm of sharp slaughter with a long sword.

Chaff speaks to Yellah as he looks to his enemies.

"From earlier, I see enemy soldiers raising wooden swords, but I don't know why. Do you have any idea?

"Wooden sword, is it...?

Yella inquires as she separates words from biting her tongue.

Chaff was concerned about an enemy soldier raising a wooden sword as if it were a decoration.

Unlike the Flame Squad led by Sola, there is no bare gesture to fight with a wooden sword.

Originally, Flame Squad wooden swords are specially made from compact wood. The intensity is as if different.

Yella frowned seriously as to whether she had any idea.

"I think it's better to scatter the enemy before the witnesses leave."

Before Chaff asked why, there was movement in the fight.

The captain-like glasses man moved.

A man with a curved knife in his glasses lifts up his voice.

"Open the rear!

An enemy cavalry who was in the rear obeys honestly and regulates speed.

One of the escorts sees a gap and releases a poke with a long sword, but it was played with a song knife.

Before the tongue-beating guard, a man with glasses appears.

"You can be proud. You are definitely the best."

Praising him with polite language in the wrong place, the man with glasses sets up a song knife.

The guard opened his eyes to the structure.

The horse is running at all costs. Though it can be alleviated with a shock, there is a corresponding shake.

Chaff, Felix, and the enemy cavalry are on the same terms.

To stabilize his body, he stomps with his toenails in his toes and pinches his horse with his thighs.

And you hold the reins with one hand to avoid being shaken down and to convey your will to the horse again.

But the man with the glasses had completely released the reins and freed his hands.

I guess I'm confident that my legs and hips muscle strength alone will stabilize my torso and not shake it off.

I know because I've been called elite for years.

The man with the glasses is missing one head on this battlefield full of elites, he said.

"Somebody, help!

An escort who sees he can't deal with it alone, hopes for immediate rescue.

In the meantime, the song knife was swung through at a terrible rate.

A sharp and heavy metal sound sounds.

A curved knife that is wielded with both hands and switched into a one-handed grip as appropriate.

Sometimes heavy and rough, sometimes quick and delicate, the laxative blade grinds the physical and mental strength of the escort.

The timing of preventing it with a long sword slowly delays, paralyzing the hand holding the pattern.

"─ Turn around, you glasses!

Another escort who was running forward throws a knife in the back hand.

The man with the glasses bounced off with a songblade without bitterness.

With that gap, he leans over and the guard who flew the knife joins the fight.

Two-on-one still won't get a long sword to the man with glasses.

At the very least, the two escorts wave their long swords with teething thoughts, even though they can increase their maneuvers if they can be pinched from left to right.

The man with glasses narrows his eyes and waves down the curved knife with his guard's face.

I just kicked the flank of the guard I took with my long sword.

Ignoring the groaning escort, he stares at the other, putting his torso to sleep so as to put his chest around his own horse's neck.

At the next moment, a song knife flashed in his left hand, releasing an intense thrust from the bottom.

The recoil that woke his torso and the blow unleashed using the centrifugal force that shook his left hand up also looked like thunder rising into heaven in the dusk rain.

It was an artistic penetration of the art, but it was not accumulated by those who were targeted.

Trying to match the long swords but not in time, the song knife pierced his thigh.

I can no longer help myself and snort roughly as the horse protests at my husband, who dropped his hips on the saddle.

Blood runs out of the stab wound where the song knife was pulled out.

Did you decide it was impossible to continue the fight, when the man with the glasses missed his attention?

"─ Don't lick the Trinen family!

With his own anger, the guard wipes out his long sword with all his might.

The man with the glasses reacted, slashing up the song knife and playing the long sword on top.

The escort lifts his hips only with the force of his left leg, weighs in and waves down his long sword.

With one hand, it's a momentum attack.

"─ Brilliant"

A man with glasses narrowed his eyes and took a long sword that would be swung down with a curved knife.

The curved knife pattern is gripped with both hands.

"Only the will, I admit"

Play the long sword and upset the balance.

I guess it doesn't get into the number of things, such as opponents who don't have power in their right leg.

The guard, injured on his right leg, leans his weight on the left side of the horse with the momentum of having his long sword bounced off.

The wrong horse slanted to the left, instantly moving away from the man with the glasses.

You can't seem to sneak around, staring at your painful right leg, but instead of returning to battle, it seems like you're just letting your horse run all over you so you can't be pulled apart.

A long sword penetrates a man with glasses from the rear.

An escort who was kicked in the flank earlier. He stares at the man with glasses with glaring eyes.

But it was in a bad position.

The glasses man, who lightly avoids poking, targets the horse's neck with the back of a song knife.

A long sword was erected vertically to prevent the guard from defending the horse, but the tip of the curved blade reached the horse's neck slightly.

The man with glasses pulls a crooked knife in front of him.

The horse caught his neck at the tip of a crooked knife and slowed down unwillingly.

Immediately the distance between the man with the glasses and the escort opens.

The man with the glasses took the reins he had left unattended and removed his gaze from the escort.

The guard, who traced the end of his gaze, breathes heavily and informs him of the danger.

"Young lady, those glasses suck. Run, please!

Chaff looked back and gazed at the glasses to identify the man's face.

"... Ireneo, huh?

To whom like Chaff's solitary, what, the man with the glasses, Irene Neo, smiles at his mouth.

"I'm glad you remember your name as the son of a famous piercing formation in the kingdom."

Ireneo's horse chases him to Chaff's horse, whose breath has risen due to the fatigue caused by his long driving.

"If you hadn't come to Zira, Mr. Yella would have died unemployed that day. Now, I think you should have ignored the orders, but you should have stopped."

Irene Neo talks, re-gripping the song knife.

"I didn't think the Cavalry of the Trinen family was this strong."

Swordswallowing light dwells in Irene Neo's eyes.

Chaff tongues in his heart and shifts his gaze to the escorts.

The two escorts who were fighting Irene Neo are trying to catch up to Chaff from the rear, but horse fatigue is accumulating.

The other three were dealing with four enemy cavalry members.

Felix is pulling his enemies apart and trying to get to Chaff, but he is being thwarted by the enemy's persistent attacks.

─ ─ No rescue?

The opponent is strong enough to kick two of the Trinen family's elites.

There are limits to waving a sword while holding the Yella to be escorted.

"... Dear Chaff, you can see the sunshine ahead"

Yella whispers to the imaginary chaff.

─ ─ Sunshine...... I see Sir Sola's sword can be used.

Having immediately understood his intentions, Chaff removes the clasp of the bronze sword, apart from which he pulls out his favourite sword.

Check forward properly and predict the time to reach the sunset.

- Can you buy us that much time?

We're gonna have to do this.

Bracketed his belly, Chaff let Yella bow her head.

Chaff changes his posture so that he holds Yella, who made him stick to the horse's neck.

"Felix, look forward. First we go under the rain clouds."

Chaff throws words at Felix, making love swords glimmer.

Together with Chaff and Yellah, it was enough for Felix, who was briefed by Sola on the bronze sword.

"You guys, increase your speed. Momentum to pull out the young man!

Take the initiative and focus on Felix playing the enemy's song knife at his disposal and running the horse.

The escorts also perceived something, one after the other pulling the limits of the horse.

When I saw that, Felix shifted his gaze to Ireneo.

When Chaff meets his eyes, he supports the long sword between his thighs and the horse's torso, taking his hand away from the pattern.

I pulled out the last throwing knife and gripped it in with the reins.

I guess I'm going to turn to follow-ups at times of need.

Chaffs' horses are slowing down due to repeated all-powerful walks.

Finally, captured in between Irene Neo, Chaff gripped the pattern of the long sword so hard that blood vessels floated.

"... Yella, in case"

"I don't really want to think about it."

While I said it, Yella nodded with a serious face.

"─ The will should be addressed to the survivors."

When I thought I heard a cold whisper from behind, the song knife sparkled in rainwater and turned to Chaff's back.

"I don't need you to lick me"

Chaff twisted his torso and took a crooked knife with a long sword.

Irene Neo looks a little surprised.

One hand grabbed a long sword around the horse's tail and turned it into an iron wall.

The long sword of iron, fixed in two fulcrums, does not even attempt to take the blow of Ireneo.

"─ Trinen's name is not a decoration."