Run.
A horse, a walking dragon.
Put eight soldiers on its back.
The north is a mountainous area.
The mountain trees have many conifers.
Winter is a snow-covered region.
Dressed in black military uniform, the eight armies manage to move around the hemline of the mountain where horses can run. About two hundred soldiers are silent.
Follow even behind Patrick.
By the time I ran for about half a day, the sunset was approaching.
"All right, I'll camp here at night. Set up a tent! Don't start a fire!
That's what Patrick ordered when he found the little creek.
Patrick leaves his soldiers and climbs out to nearby trees.
"Is that the area from the direction because the fort is that way? If the sun goes down a little longer, do you see about the fire?
Squirting, down the tree.
"Each squad, the order of watch is as trained. We're leaving before dawn."
Eight armies then repelled undamaged, although there were several goblin and Forest Wolf raids.
After the sun went down, Patrick climbed the tree again and firmly checked the enemy's position.
By the time the sky was white, the eight armies were ready to go.
"Then we're off. We should be picking up enemies this afternoon.
We're all going to keep our speed down. "
When I say that, I signal with my feet on the flank of a walking dragon.
They all follow it when the runaway dragon starts to run.
Drink the water from the water bottle while running through the dried meat.
It is forbidden to eat too much before the battle.
When the sun leans slightly from the top, you can see something like a fortress ahead.
Finally, the roundabout is complete.
There are enemies ahead.
"General, don't make a sound. Quiet forward.
Slowly, slowly progressing 8 armies.
There is almost no footsteps of a walking dragon.
Horses really make hoof noises.
Patrick's sightings give him roughly a kilometer to the enemy.
"All Army Assault"
Quiet, but with a firm voice, Patrick ordered.
"Eh, enemy attack!
A voice rises from the enemy side.
Approximately two hundred meters to the enemy.
The enemy has noticed us earlier.
Patrick speaks to a muscular mukimuki man of 185 cm height on the horse.
"Captain Wiley! Horse Archers, bow ready! order."
The man, called Wiley, with his short green hair pointed at Patrick, saluted with green eyes,
"Ha! Horse Squad Bow Pull ~! Stand by! Let go!
On the orders of Captain Wiley, Captain of the Horse Squad, roughly a hundred arrows fly from the archers on the horse.
"Captain Van Pelt! The runaway dragon squad stormed with spears!
Patrick orders.
The skinny colored man, slightly taller than Patrick, rocking his long red hair called, opened his brown eyes and
"Copy that! Dragon team! Spear... assault!
I'm not assuming a forest war this time, so I'm bringing a spear.
Shorter spears, though.
On the other hand, the enemy was in a hurry. Because I only saw the fort.
An enemy reinforcement had reported entering the fort the other day.
Hundreds of soldiers were also rendered incapable of combat.
But I never thought the enemy would come from the rear.
Mountain tribes and those who were scorned and lived in settlements all over the mountains.
Life in the winter mountains is tough and many years cannot be lived alone by the fruits of the mountains. Every time I aim for flatlands, I've never gotten flatlands just to be driven back because it's always a raid per settlement.
This time, we made contact with each settlement and set it up jointly with all the settlements.
I thought I could take it so badly to beat the numbers, but I never thought it would be so hard to attack the fort.
I've never even had a decent mass fight. You can't possibly know.
"Hostile attack from the rear!
An entire army rises to this voice.
I scream at even the slightest arrow.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The Empire sold us cheap food, but the quantity is about a month's worth if we distribute it to the entire mountain region. Hunger is imperative if we cannot wage war and take the kingdom's territory.
It was an invasion I couldn't pull off later.