Wortenia Senki (WN)

Western Continental Calendar Unknown October 2812 [Eastern Invasion] Part 2:

The purpose of Chardina is to destroy the main forces of the Kingdom of Zaluda.

If we can crush the knights of the royal family, all that remains is the private soldiers held by the nobles of each region.

The Zaluda kingdom of the Altomere empire is going dramatically. To that end, Chardina has carried out a number of schemes.

The giant beast of the north awakens its eyes... to occupy the entire kingdom of Zaluda a little sooner...

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(Yes... I was alarmed then... I misstuffed the last one while predicting the behavior of your firewood that far... but in a way, that was a good lesson. No matter how advantageous a situation you create, there can also be a place where a small alarm can kill you...)

Chardina stares at the map spread over the desk of the main tent. A man's face floated behind her brain.

A young man with a deep carved old face.

At first glance, a gentle, people-friendly man, but his hidden face is a fierce beast.

His eyes were cold and ruthless when Chardina and Saito confronted him, a man wrapped in steel strength.

The man who ate through her stretched siege net with force and fled the chase of the Empire.

(What if he was an enemy commander...?

A meaningless assumption fills Chardina's mind and goes.

A must-win measure scrutinized and executed over and over again. But the shadow of a man who couldn't have had her heart tied.

"Your Highness... I thought it was about time... may I send you a signal?

Chardina, who was drifting through the sea of thought, listens to his deputy and returns to me.

"Eh! Eh... right... send me a signal"

Not to be enlightened by the similarities in her heart, she commanded under the guise of calm.

(No... are you going to repeat the same mistake? We need to focus on the war situation now)

We have already decided to win or lose the battle.

I've been preparing for this with a variety of hands. However, it is always possible that a little alarm will turn the war situation upside down.

Unless the war is over, you won't win.

Lessons from the past caution Chardina's mind.

(I... can't lose! Never... I can't lose......)

Chardina, which should be an advantage. We're going through the measures and things are going well here.

Later it was supposed to just do the last finish, but her heart was shaking violently.

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"Deputy Commander! It's a signal! A copper clang of signals has been sounded from the main unit!

One of the neighbors obeying the side raised his voice when he noticed the sound of a copper clang from the main formation.

Saito silently clears his ears. It was quite difficult to hear by the noise of the enemy and allied disturbances and the sound of the sword trident, but as the proximate words said, the sound of the bronze trim also reached his ears from the rear main unit.

"Yep, no doubt...... it is the copper of His Highness Chardina's signal ordered beforehand. Ladies and gentlemen, do you know what you're supposed to do?

"" "Ha! Immediately" "

Saito's sharp gaze scattered his proximity to the people.

"Okay! Keep pulling back! Ring the pull-up bell. Yeah!

After Saito's cry, the sound of a bell announcing his retreat echoes on the battlefield.

"Pull! Retreat!

"Okay! Don't panic! Pull back while we shelter each other!

Even though we are not aware of collaboration, it is unlikely that we will act entirely alone on the battlefield.

Though they are not organized, they begin to retreat towards the rear main formation, sheltering from each other.

If you have allies who are attentive to your surroundings and are likely to be killed by your enemies, the nearest knight will go to help you.

There is no need to kill an enemy.

At the stage of the decree of retreat, the offensive and defensive sides are clearly divided.

There is only one thing that matters most to the knights of the retreating Altomere Empire. That at least a few of our people can retreat safely to the rear.

In contrast, what is important to Zaluda's knights is to keep a little more knights killed on this occasion.

For conflicting purposes, the knights of both countries wave their swords at each other.

"General Berhares! The invaders of Ortomere have begun their retreat!

When the voice of the decree rushing back from the front line echoed in the tent, at first, the hustle and bustle that dominated the inside of the tent stopped perfectly.

And when the brains of the men who were inside understand the meaning of the word of the decree, once again in the tent they regain their liveliness and hustle.

"What! Is that true!

Everyone in the tent understands that this is a battle for the rise and fall of the country.

Given the difference in national power between the Ortomean Empire and the Kingdom of Zaluda, that was supposed to be an overwhelmingly unfavourable battle.

Yet an unexpected opportunity to descend and gush, when the enemy begins to retreat. It was natural for the deputies to assume that there was no other chance of winning than to bet on this.

"Oltomere pulled the soldiers! If it's true, it's a good time! We should go after him immediately!

"My lord! I command you to pursue! This is a testament that God did not abandon my kingdom of Zaluda!

Powerful words to be showered one after the other. Nodding at the words of his deputies, General Berhares, the supreme commander of the Royal Zaluda Army, contemplated as he mowed the white and long mustache stored in his jaw.

As the deputies waiting around him advance to the march, he is the only one who does not move slightly while meditating.

"Father... what are you going to do?

A man asked General Berhares.

Unlike the other lieutenants, the words seem to have emanated from the stance of wanting to hear the general's opinion rather than to speak.

Speaking to General Berhares was a man in his early 20s, who looked as if he had rejuvenated the general.

When the deputies silenced, they turned a staggering glance at the young man.

Contempt, ridicule, and his gaze were filled with human negative emotions.

If a human with a normal nerve gets this gaze, it's normal for him to atrophy "Yiku," but this man seems to be diagrammatic in a bad way.

I couldn't see it moving at all when I got the sight of the deputies.

"What do you think? Joshua."

The general sits in the last seat and turns his gaze to the fluttering three men.

"Hung! Needless to say. If you're going to chase me... I'm going to have to drop Chardina's neck ready for total annihilation, okay?

When he said so, he moved his fingertips closer to the cigar he had stuck in his mouth.

"" "Huh?

To Joshua's words, the lieutenants inadvertently uttered dumb words.

So much so that his words were unexpected to the lieutenants. But with a surprising look on his side, General Berhares nods with a satisfying grin.

Joshua, who lit a cigar with a fire lit at his fingertips, inhales cigarette smoke gently in a military venue that should be smoke-free.

Its too flat attitude made Joshua's words creepy, on the contrary.

"Hmm... so what do you do? You want to pull it here?

Joshua answered his father, General Berhares, with a shoulder to shoulder in his questioning.

"If you want to survive, you should pull..."

When Joshua separated the words here, he turned a sharp gaze around him.

The lack of motivation that had been soaking out of his body until earlier completely disappeared, and instead it was the rather murderous and fighting spirit that emanated from his body.

"If you want to defend the kingdom of Zaluda... we're going to have to fight here."

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The sound of swallowing someone's spit echoes in the tent.

The deputies who have survived many battlefields are a testament to the pressure placed on the young man sitting in front of them.

"Lord Joshua... if you'll excuse me, what does that mean?

A deputy elder asks Joshua's words terribly.

Until now, Joshua has been merely a disturber to the lieutenants.

Without respect for the elderly, Joshua's notoriety, which is dirty to alcohol and gold, comes into my ears even if I don't like it if I live in the king's capital.

It rolls out into a tavern in the Glades like every night, indispensable for a fight and a martial arts tradition for a beating.

He's a criminal reserve, so to speak.

At the time of this battle, all the deputies present here knew that his father, General Berhares, had ordered Joshua to serve. But the deputies thought it was a sign of kindness to say that they wanted to foil the three men with no future nose knobs.

So they've never heard Joshua participate in a military conference. Because I only thought it was living coarse garbage.

"Don't you see? It's a trap... pull in the waza and this one's army and blackmail them. It's a used hand, but it proves that its means are effective... on the contrary, I'd like to ask you, are you sure you want to keep going?

Joshua's eyes had the colour of contempt for the lieutenants.

"Stupid...... based on what such..."

"Too much thought!

"General! It's amateur bullshit you don't know what the battle is. Are you going to be missed?

The deputies turned the spearhead into General Berhares.

Inside, Joshua pointed out that some deputies considered possible measures on the part of Ortomere.

Nor are the lieutenants, warriors of war, foolish. Though he too unexpectedly fortunate to have forgotten me and advanced his pursuit, Joshua's words also lowered his fever. But I can't honestly admit it.

There was no such thing as a human being who could follow without any dissatisfaction with the human words he had ridiculed in the shadows.

They stick to the chase, not to win the battle against Ortomere, but to defend their own pride.

"Everybody shut up a little...... Joshua. You said two choices earlier, what does that mean? How did you know it was a trap and yet you made a statement that condoned pursuit?

General Berhares' words are silenced by the noisy lieutenants.

If you predicted it was a trap, the choice could be no other than the withdrawal of the army. It can be said that it is common sense on the battlefield to go back into formation and re-divide.

Yet Joshua makes a statement that tolerates pursuit. Besides, it is accompanied by meaningful words, saying if you want to protect the Kingdom of Zaluda, etc.

I couldn't have been less intrigued.

"Dad... that wouldn't have to be what I said, would it? You know that well enough, don't you?

"Say it again. Explain it to everyone."

Cutting off Joshua's words, who shook his head in a tone somewhere like that, General Berhares turned his sharp gaze to Joshua.

"Phew... good why... hey it's easy to talk about. From a strategic point of view, this battle with Ortomere has already been lost."

Everyone in the tent could quiet back to Joshua's words. Everyone doubted his ears.

"Ki...... you! You know what you're talking about!

Breaking the silence, one of the deputy officers raises an angry cry.

He runs toward Joshua trying to grab it in total disregard of the General's courtesy towards his son, which he's been working on.

Bloody battles are still taking place on the front lines. Everyone is desperately fighting for peace in their country, risking their lives to protect their land from the hands of the invaders. To say that you have already lost is nothing more than an insult to a dead knight. His hands were attached to the sword of his hips, in some ways naturally.

"Wait! What are you going to do! This is a place for military debate!

A coworker who notices that his deputy's hand holds the pattern of a sword stumps him with wings and strangles.

The deputy's anger is on the spot. Everyone understood. But that's not why I'm trying to shut up about cutting and killing allies in the military arena.

Everyone was silent. Because everyone understood that if I opened my mouth, all I could do was curse.

Only one person, General Berhares, did not move his expression when he heard Joshua's words.

"Hmmm... well, that's not polite... am I wrong..."

That was a small whine. But the General's words echo somewhat loudly in the quiet tent.

It's like a death pronouncement...