Wortenia Senki (WN)

"Well, your enemies seem motivated enough..."

The walls of Ipyros in the distance. In front of it are countless flags with the crests of the ten northern houses.

The Count Salzberg Army can't possibly understand that it's more advantageous for the enemy to fight caged in a defensive facility than it is for it to be twice as powerful.

I suppose you want to put Keri on all at once for choosing the field despite that. Both choices exist for a long time, but the Count and the other nobles probably chose the latter.

Besides, it's a battle against one of the Barons of the Growers, rallying all of the ten northern houses. If you win and win, and if it's just a little bit of a struggle, it's imperative that your family name be scratched. They will be ridiculed not only by the Kingdom of Roselia, but also by the entire Western continent. From the same nobility up there to the civilians down there.

(Good, good, that's proof that you haven't left so many soldiers in your enemy's territory...)

When fighting an enemy that lacks information, there are two choices.

One is how to defend yourself thoroughly and prevent damage until you have all the information. Another way is to use the maximum force you can hold to smash it all at once.

They were afraid of it. in unconscious depths.

(They're moving exactly as I thought. Well, prized people are relatively easy to read in their behavior)

And the current situation within Roselia further narrows their options. It was worth the effort.

They want it. There's what I call an overwhelming victory.

"Let's get started."

The situation has already passed where words are exchanged. Later, just leave it to your instincts to wield your weapon.

Besides, I don't need to fly any more and exalt the command of the soldiers.

Following Ryo True's words, one of the soldiers who was holding back beside him blew his horn high.

The formations of both armies are sidelined together. A form in which each unit is arranged in one or more rows relative to the direction of travel.

As a formation, it is a very orthodox basic form, whose appearance is described on Earth in the history of war between East and West now.

Nevertheless, the basic form does not take much time to acquire. On the other hand, there are few characteristics that I said this.

If I insist, does it mean that the contact surface of the soldiers on the enemy side is very wide, so it can easily become a riot and there will be fewer marches?

Ryoujin Mitsukoshiba has divided each of the five hundred men into two lines: the front line of the vanguard and the rear line of the prep.

In contrast, the Earl of Salzberg's army, which beats the number of soldiers, was divided into three groups: front, middle and rear.

"Guys, they're fast enough to walk habits! Was that rumor true? Damn, what's the bowmen doing? We're gonna be stuck in time!

The curse of the Force Leader echoes more than the rear of the Earl of Salzberg Army.

Fast enough not to think you're wearing metal armor. No, even if it were leather armor, the enemy's speed of movement in front of him was unusual.

If so, there is only one conclusion to be drawn.

"I see, you're going to bring it into a riot at once. They're coming. Everybody, pull yourself together!

One of the knights standing in the front row raises his voice as he puts up his spear.

The agitation in his words, which has survived the battlefield many times before, is devoid of fine dust.

With a black tsunami-like army of twin-headed snakes in front of him, his mind was just clear.

"Stand up!"

A whisper rose from the surroundings in the words.

A human figure with black armor all over his body is clearly visible in the eyes of the knight. He concentrated his consciousness and began to spin his chakra.

There are three chakras in total that a knight can turn. Even Manipura Chakra, supposedly present around the umbilical area.

This is a testament to the fact that we are equipped with the power of what is said to be hand-working first in this earth world.

Chakra starts spinning fast according to his will and strengthens his physical abilities.

Three, two, one step... the enemy soldier's foot went in between the spears.

"I'm not dead!

A spear waved down with a curse hits each other with an axe spear in the other's hand.

At that moment, a red spark blinked between the two, and a dull paralysis struck from arm to body.

The impact of the second, third and successive spears being struck down.

The knight is desperate to see the spear he holds about to be blown away.

(This is me and each other... is this the commander of the unit?)

Many of the knights I remember in my arms want to be on the front line. That doesn't change even if you have a subordinate and are in a responsible position.

Because one skilled knight can work for many of the soldiers in general.

And the laws of this world applaud the theory of weak and strong eating. Yes, the law of being able to absorb the raw "plana" of the creature you killed with your own hands and strengthen yourself leads the strong to the stronger.

That's why the knight thought the enemy in front of him was as skilled in hand as he was in age.

But the next moment, the knight doubted his ear.

"Doyle, cover from the rear. Crush left and right enemies for the rest. I'll take care of him. Go!"

The content itself is not a big deal. The problem is the Lord of Voices.

It's the voice of a young man. From the mid teens due to the height and feel of the voice, is it in the early twenties?

(Stupid...... you think you're about the same age as my son?

I only heard it for a moment, but I know it's about the same age as my precious son who lives in a knight's mansion.

Nevertheless, the power of the enemy in front of you is comparable to your own.

The extra shock he has suffered is too much because he understands his son's skill in his daily training.

(What the hell are these guys... anything is so ridiculous...)

The enemy in front of you flaunts, prevents, and counter-attacks a series of special attacks that the knight has polished over the years.

That can be described as just a nightmare for a knight.

Eventually, little by little, the knight's attack lacked glory.

The moves you roll out become monotonous, and the power you can get into a blow is surely less.

It is not caused by physical fatigue. Because the body of a knight is beyond the human sphere in terms of endurance and endurance.

Until spiritual fatigue, however, even knights living in the realm of the superman are no different from ordinary human beings.

(Stupid, stupid, stupid! This can't possibly happen)

Most battlefield fights are often decided by female males in the first blow.

We've already had more than a dozen meetings, and we can't decide whether to win or lose.

In the life of a knight with a long history of warfare, I can only count such laborious experiences with one hand.

complacency that he is the strong one. The will to that intense was now about to collapse completely.

"Son of a bitch, you're not gonna die!

Cursing and roaring echo the battlefield, the knight tries to wave down the best blow he has.

But after a fierce impact swung from behind, the two arms swung up heavenly and high drowned on the spot without force.

A hot nebulous liquid comes up from the bottom of his belly in the knight's throat.

The smell and taste of rusty iron that spreads all over your mouth.

The knight forgets that this is the battlefield and squatts on the spot.

I touched the warm liquid as I turned my hand around my back. The feeling is now unmistakable.

The knight stared at the soldier standing behind him over his shoulder.

"Devils... go to hell"

His breath also emanates from the mouth of a constant knight, the words of the curse. Knowing that it means nothing.