A Wish to Grab Happiness

I know nineteen or eighty-nine is a trap. It's like putting a foot from yourself in a lion's mouth.

Even though we know it, there are times when we have to let it happen. That is, when he was pushed and set on fire at his feet. I would say that I feel like straw too.

Gallu, Amalia, in front of the back door. The assault units, formed by splitting up some of the reserves and defensemen, were those gathered without withstanding the heat at their feet.

A total of two hundred. Reserves, even gathered Galuamaria volunteers, so there was no afterwards.

The Front Army, led by Kalia, continues to flaunt, and cannot be turned over to this reinforcement. Because if the enemy devours the front neck the moment it turns, it will all be over. The clogged back door side had to make up for everything with gesture soldiers.

The crest instructor Bernard gently polishes the wavy blade with a cloth, while just waiting for the signal of the assault. Every time the noise rang in my ear, I narrowed my eyes.

I can see how serious things are than the fact that I was being turned into a reserve as a risk factor.

I'm sure the two hundred people here, they'll all die. That's what I meant by assaulting the enemy. To damage the enemy's neck, even if it is damaged. No way home is provided.

Bernard did not enjoy it because there were even juvenile soldiers, old soldiers, and people who seemed to be slum dwellers there. Unexpectedly grip the long sword hard.

Bernard's chest is the most complicated. I have a heart that hates heroes, and yet I have an attachment to a city called Galluamaria, where Salenio has exhausted his hands. I could no longer imagine putting it in the hands of anyone other than the crest man.

Then the mind will have to fight no matter what. But I didn't run out of ideas about whether this was really a good idea. Well, what would Salenio have done? The inquiry had been repeated earlier in Bernard's chest.

At the end of unanswered questions, the bell rings loudly. The sound of someone's heart struck me hard in the ear.

"-Don 't look other than before! Suddenly, shoot!

After one breath it came. Abruptly, then inevitably.

The first one to pop up was a boy soldier, followed by Bernard. The captainship I was riding rings my hooves. Everyone spoke up. If we raise our voices, we will not be able to set foot on a battlefield that is likely to last for as long as two hundred.

Receiving enemies is much more immediate than you thought. Enemy soldiers, who were falling apart of formation, received a light assault of assault troops. For the first time in a long time, the blood of enemy soldiers swells and wets the ground.

The first to collide was a small unit of about thirty men. An advance party while in a small pause or a watch force? They were devastated before their identity could be found out.

The agony of losing the aftermath had, in a way, given momentum to the assault force. The allies raise their voices as they devour their teeth, clamoring for a temporary victory. The next assault was launched to avoid killing momentum as it was.

The entire enemy formation is raving like it was upset, but the formation is not yet ready. Now, I can even eat into the main force.

It looked that way. But Bernard frowns. Running, my eyes glance around me. He was somewhat calm when he said it was a battlefield because he had once led a soldier.

And be sure. It's still a trap. Bernard shrugged so with his heart as he waved his waving blade.

Enemy soldiers appear to be at first sight obsessed, but the flag movement was agile for its splitting. It is proof that the troops are moving neatly and that the commander has a good voice.

They're inviting me to the back. The enemy soldiers are slowly retreating because they probably never escape this way. It would be to wipe out all the brave, jumping assault troops and cut the morale of the defense.

With that in mind, Bernard said nothing and never returned his heel. We knew we couldn't stop.

That's what battle is all about. That's not a bad idea if you're going to die this time. Bernard was thinking that way.

- Go, wow!

The assault of the assault unit, begun by the sound of the bell, signalled the end of the beast's roar.

The Magic Veterans appear stitched through the gaps of the formation, and the enemy troops that were scattered until earlier are successfully stacked together to begin to besiege Bernard and the other assaulting forces.

All enemy troops in formation wherever they look in all directions. Amateurs can also see that if you storm anymore, you will die just like that.

I was really good. Enemy commanders are good at seeing people's weaknesses. I know exactly what a weak-eyed person does that way.

The sorcery veterans surrounding him, the sorcery armored soldiers, were not graceful but brave. To the extent that the assailant, who should have been prepared, spits on it.

"How dare an undisclosed people who can't even use magic leave the gates?"

It was the voice of a woman I remember hearing. He would be the enemy commander who threw a voice of surrender across the back gate a few times. But now, the softness that only slightly existed in the voice had disappeared, turning into a voice color for mocking people.

'But I'm done here. Clean, crush civilization in front of you, you word-speaking monkeys. "

He had a voice that was used to looking down at people. Everyone in the assailants makes that face worse. But if you imitate it like you turn your back poorly, you will surely die.

So there's nothing better than stepping on death and snow to think about the next good while biting your teeth.

That's what the Volvato soldiers, the side they surrounded, thought. That is the normal thought of those who have been driven.

But many of the assailants did not bear a single such thing in mind. I was just trying to figure out how to kill the enemy commander.

Suppose there was one thing that was unfortunate for the Volvato soldiers. Many of these two hundred soldiers, whether they were allies or enemies, had met one man once on the battlefield.

I'm sure if that man, he won't imitate what he gives up on this occasion. Sure, laugh. Come on, let's go kill him. That's what I'm saying. It would be no coincidence that the majority of soldiers were thinking of the same man in this predicament.

Anyway, it was that man who brought the crest instructor to this battlefield of absolute destiny. The crest instructor came here ready to be thrust by him and even to die. Without him, many of the crest instructors would not be here.

Bernard sounded his nose unexpectedly. And I said to the boy soldier looking forward. The soldiers around them had a strangely vivid sense of war while they were being hunted down.

Do you want to go, boy?

"Yes. You look scared."

Juvenile soldiers, veterans and volunteers alike saw it as strange. The captainship of an ally who was still on horseback says in a laughing manner.

"I'm going straight in! When you die, you die first! Everybody, die after I die!

Words like someone said somewhere. Meanwhile, a crowd of two hundred soldiers launched an assault directly in front of the enemy formation.

That was the first surprise raid of the day for the Volvato soldiers. Normal armies don't go around and show their backs or storm into thin layers of purposefully made, but they just don't imitate pushing forward.

It was a frantic assault characteristic of the battlefield. But in a way, it's good to say it extended their lives.

The Volvato army's response to the extraneous actions gives rise to a moment of hesitation. For the first time, the voices of each troop commander were inconsistent. A soldier in formation takes a few steps.

The result was a successful assault by assault forces. Safe. They engaged enemy soldiers directly from the front, and a dozen of them naturally died. Both enemies and allies spit out the damage accordingly.

That's what the White Soldier War was all about. But still, if a soldier keeps moving forward to strip him of his will, the soldier will survive much longer than he can show his back and escape.

So they survived.

Volvato and crest religion, at that moment when each other's soldiers devoured their teeth. The sandstorm is here.