Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Chestina is an area with vast plains to the west.

Around the castle of the Marquis, which was originally a wasteland, irrigation was carried out to draw water and expand cultivated land, and is now one of the finest barn zones in the Kingdom of Falgia.

If we trampled on that arable land and vandalized it, I guess that's exactly what Ruein thought would be troublesome to govern by echoing next year's harvest as well. Even when he fought the King's Army in Falgia in the summer, he had chosen an unspoiled wasteland a little further from the cultivated land.

And this time too, the Luainian army was waiting for the Falgian army in the wasteland.

"You might be thankful that the structure of the enemy army is mostly the Luein army."

"Did you struggle in Kilrea?

When Reggie asked, Master Beatrice, who was next door, nodded with a sinister look.

"Because there were fewer Luein soldiers. Delphion's soldiers were ready, so I didn't have a problem. Soldiers from other territories seemed to have difficulty. Because they are dyeing the colour of the cape, I think if we're going to go to the blade, we're going to have to slash it, but it's boring."

It made me lag behind schedule, blurred.

Perhaps it is because of the invasion of Evrard that I feel more and more belligerent before.

The fact that the land I lived on would be ravaged was hard even for me, who had only been there for two years. Besides, Master Beatrice must have overlapped that Uncle Vayne was injured. Needless to say, I don't think it's my fault that resentment of Ruein seems to be clear somewhere.

Such Master Beatrice wore thoracic armor, small hands, etc. securely. The way Reggie tied the same silver hair high and curled it, stirring the blue cloak is brave and beautiful like a goddess.

But more concerned than that are the people who are turned away by the knights of Mya and Evrar. This is Mr. Virgil, who was imprisoned at Fort Nazant.

The former king's Kingsguard captain, Mr. Virgil, and the soldiers under his command seemed to have followed him, even though Reggie told him to stay in the fort. I asked a knight who was known, and he's getting confused.

If there were 20,000 of them, they couldn't help but notice that they were calling from themselves to arrange a formation.

Mr. Virgil said he wanted Mr. Beatrice to be able to use it beside him, but he just said to Reggie, "You're not supposed to be healed, are you?," said Master Beatrice, "What if he's falling back because he's not useful to the injured?" He refused without a shame.

Still, "let's hand it over to the rescue squad," he said, speaking to the surrounding knights in a flowing motion, towing them away from the hilltop where Reggie and Master Beatrice were.

I'm so impressed with the way Maya took her away like she was flowing.

We stopped marching quite a distance from the Luainian army.

It's so far away that even the front line has to go quite a bit in order to get arrows to the Luain side.

I wouldn't normally do this.

Anyway, this is a troubled side, and Count Patriciere is a side that takes time and doesn't mind being unable to engage in winter.

If Falzia does not attack, Count Patriciere will continue to maintain the front until it snows.

But Reggie said.

"If you have the means to move your enemies, and it's more advantageous to you, you'll have to use it.

That's how the directive came down to me.

By the time I was finished with the formation and getting ready, I moved near the front line with Mr. Cain and his master.

There were about five hundred soldiers waiting for me in the line I wrote, divided into five pieces, solidified.

I look back at Reggie and use witchcraft with a cue to raise my hand.

"Here we go!

The ground where the archers stand lifts up and a thick slab of stone and several wheels appear.

Slightly surprised archers, but they didn't make a scene because they gave advance explanations and pre-drills.

Build walls to surround them like that, and make some small windows so you can see ahead, and you're finally on your way.

"Archer tank unit, let's go!

The wheel turns roughly.

The archers on the stone tank-like thing are headed for the enemy line.

But I won't let you go in there.

We just proceeded as far as the bow could reach the enemy formation, and the archer who was in the rear waved and signaled, so we stop.

From there, the archers began shooting arrows at the enemy formation.

Of course, the enemy responds with a bow, but if you retreat a little, you'll be held back by the stone wall.

This tank is a mobile archer wall.

If you don't get close enough to attack, you'll be shot all you want until this arrow runs out.

You can also use the magician scum, but it is only when you throw them into a group that you can use them efficiently in the indiscriminate attack system.

I had no choice but to say that Count Patriciere's side would come forward a little. Yeah, we expected that.

After a while, as I thought, the enemy began to move forward.

Yet an archer in a stone tank doesn't send a signal to retreat. I know my head is shaking left and right, so it sounds like I'm bothering you.

"Mr. Cain, Master, what shall we do? Something's wrong."

"Let me pull it off anyway. Something's wrong, and I may just be late in judging. As it is, it will soon be a distance between the enemy and the White Soldier."

I was told, I retracted a stone tank with an archer on it.

Enemy soldiers also come forward so they can be caught.

However, as I approached it, it also became clear to me that there was something wrong with the enemy's line.

Three of the enemy's front-line troops, beautifully united in five rows, advance. It was a soldier who wasn't wearing a black cape either who had been pushed out before.

The soldiers next door and his arms are connected by ropes, naturally without a shield, and he receives the arrows of the archers on the Falgia side directly from the front.

Like dragging a dead soldier, they move forward with no expression.

"That one."

Mr. Cain carves a crease between his brows.

My master said in a roaring voice.

"... did Ruein decide to use slaves as shields"

The word human shield was floating in my head listening to the two of them.

It had been informed by the reconnaissance forces that it appeared that Ruein had brought in slaves. But he thought he was going to use it as a soldier on the front line to make the White Soldiers fight.

The archers must have also been confused by the appearance of slaves moving on even when their companions died.

While I was twisting and lowering the archers behind my back, Mr. Cain used soldiers nearby to run the transmission to the Reggies.

Reggie's instructions came right back.

The front-line infantrymen run out into position as planned in order to keep them away from the Falzian side more than necessary.

After seeing how it was, moving the archers behind it, I went into preparing for my next operation.