Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Sounds like the plan's broken. I tried to kill a demon here, just like the demon once let a brave man die."

"That was bad bait. It doesn't resemble a brave man or an earl. But there was a lot of success."

If the margarata spoke on horseback, Gilly, who had refrained right next door, would have returned it without hesitation.

"Oh, is that your dedication? Are you satisfied with the slight drain on that man's army?"

"We can wear out that army, and we can keep it here without letting it escape. This is an effect. Besides, it must have been your idea to add a fire meter to the siege. Isn't that why you stopped feeding me?

"The demon must be on fire, right? Besides, I thought if I got to the fire, Uncle Kalisalmi would jump a little more enthusiastically. I knew I couldn't be a builder. Something with no pneumothorax"

With one sigh, Margarita turned her attention to an army looming in front of her.

It is a cavalry of fire. It is the power of the devil led by that man.

Using gestures like demons, not even thought of as the people of the kingdom, as horseback riding, the flag flying is a shady, humid red like the remnants of a burning fire. Or miserable blood. Either way, isn't it like a bunch of demons that nest in a demonic realm?

It curses everything in the world, but it's sword swallowing. It is as ferocious as it is to tread on everything but ourselves and rejoice. It's like a monster moving with that man as its head.

We must crusade.

That's something you shouldn't be in. Break existing. Break the tradition. Disrupt the world. In an attitude like that of a king in this world, showing his thick face shamelessness, he defiles all things beautiful. When I asked him what he intended, I couldn't expect a satisfactory response. It's a beast.

Margarita narrowed her left eye, which became the only one. I can see where that man is in the light of the lights fueled by the territorial capital. I can see that man's face.

Marco. Dirty kid in a neighbouring village. The Resurrection of the Devil Naming the Abominable Hahat Surname.

My beloved sister, the world that revolved around the shining Eleonora will never return. The cunning and deceptive conspiracy drove everything crazy. A man who was supposed to be just a terminal without dialogue reached out dirty and pulled down the starring actress.

That alone deserves to die, and now the man is raising his jaw in an attitude that he just calls himself the star of the world. I'm stretching my chest. I turn myself around and am good at it.

Don't kill me. Don't kill me sick.

I tried to burn it because it was dirty to touch it, but the boulders are the devil, painted on coal, but I am not ashamed to arrange horseback riding, etc. I'm laughing. I see that. It's unforgivable. Blasphemous.

You demon. You beast. You hate me as much as your hair!

Don't kill me. Don't kill me now. Now is the time, now is the time!

"Gilly, I'll take care of half of it. Do it right."

"Got it. You do it well, too."

Margarita divided the army into two parts, one thousand and five hundred horsemen each.

What is going to happen is high-mobility combat. Even though it is slightly better than the number, defeat is imperative if it is inferior to speed. Troops will also be subdivided into platoon sizes, depending on the circumstances, in order to obtain instantaneous speeds. The margarator has the technology to execute it. It is a technique acquired with the thought of spitting blood.

But if I asked myself if that was brilliant enough to confront the man, I couldn't have overconfident myself. Because the more I know about the command of the Light Cavalry, the more I know what that man means about his unusual effects.

We need Gilly's help. An uncertain man of his masked identity, but there is so much skill in commanding a light cavalry that he does not allow other followers. He is also highly skilled in horse combat as an individual.

In fact, Margarita never beat Gilly in a mock fight. All technology was taught to him, so maybe it's natural.

Gilly, on the other hand, thus presents a cardiac response to the tactics of the margareta. The thousand and five hundred rides deposited will manoeuvre the best for the margarata. By concentrating on one thousand and five hundred rides, you can freely manipulate three thousand rides.

Dividing the army into two is the most powerful option for Margarita. With Gilly as the left unit, he led the right unit himself. These two troops will fight like double-headed dragons.

The enemy also moved again. The fire seems to have divided the army into three parts.

From the margareta, on the left, there is a force led by that man, who uses that as his starting point to deploy troops to the right. Enemy Right Unit...... With that man's unit as the front, the enemy central unit is slightly rearward and the enemy left unit is further behind. In other words, it's a diagonal formation.

"It's on the imperial opponent, too. Even at the Bow Zhang Hara Games. It must be a fool's work."

Margarita snorted.

The advantage of placing a battle line diagonally lies in creating a time-bound power advantage. Force or practice, or bias both, and hit first there. If you crumble enemy forces early on either side of the left or right wing, expand that advantage later and it will lead to victory. That's the tactic.

If we understand the strengths, we can also deduce the weaknesses.

Using an oblique formation also equals exposing the army to weaknesses if you return the back. Because if there is a biased and strong part, there is also a biased and weak part.

That is, the rearmost enemy left unit. Since all numbers seem equal, is it something that is also a problem for the Force Commander or the Soldier? Whatever you want, you can move your enemies if you aim there. Striking what the enemy has to deal with is the way to grasp the flow of battle and the way to win.

"Yes, it's not a tactic that goes through many times. I'll tell you that."

I put my hand up and waved it forward. We don't name each other or exchange words. I no longer need that.

Death. Only that man's death is desirable. A laugh ensued. It is the beginning of the battle.

Cavalry disease...... Margarita drove a thousand and five hundred rides in the back to the right, aiming at the enemy left unit. Gilly and the rest of the left squad are coming after us slightly late. Nice position. No matter how your enemies change, one thousand and five hundred horsemen will buy you time. Margarita strikes at the enemy's weakness. I can secure that path.

The footsteps of the enemy were disturbed. The soil smoke raised by each of the three units is not uniform. We're adjusting the speed. That is the gap. evidence accordingly. That's why the margaritas issue orders sharply.

"All units turn left! Defeat enemy right unit!

Roar up and change course. Return the horse's head to the left. Even if you're about to hit an ally and they're about to take you right forward, you still eat your teeth and steep down the path.

Vision changed. I caught a unit with that man up front. You just headed this way to compensate for your army's weakness. There's not much dirt smoke, there's weak fighting, and he's there as if he's waiting to be defeated. I refrain from being killed.

He threw his right wrist through a string tied in a circle to the patterned head of the sword, gripping the pattern deeply. Pull it out. It is a spike sword for use with one hand on a horse. The decoration that protects the fist is simple. I don't need any extra weight. It's all about hitting that man in the chest without passing.

There will be a chance once. Once is enough.

He snagged the reins into the saddle, also releasing his left hand and touching his hips with that hand. There's a suspended leather bag there. Pray for what's inside. Pray. Against God and against his sister, Margareta earnestly wished.

May this assault reach that man's life.

May this blow take that man's life.

"Hey...... Gilly!?

The sharp and focused consciousness was disrupted by the rides of the allies. He appeared forward so that the left-hand unit, which should follow later, blocked the path. It was a manoeuvre that should not have happened.

But that's what saved Margarita's life.

Two enemy units were just approaching from the right. At the highest speed, it was the enemy left unit that came as the greatest threat. Troops that looked at it as weaknesses at the deepest end of the spectrum had at some point protruded forward.

"Don't answer! Maximum battle speed! Running through like this!

That was the only means available. The margarator drove the troops without understanding the situation.

I can't make it. I was sharply struck at the rear of the unit, and it was decided. A creature emits a scream of pain. I can play the sound of metal distorting and crushing. I can't confirm the damage. I can't even turn my horse and respond. A second blow is coming. An enemy central unit.

"Go left! On the right, take one ride at a time!

While ordering, Margarita had felt the disadvantage as a bitterness in her mouth. This one is left with a blown upset, and that one is getting ready to fight. I set up a spike sword. You can't die here.

Numerous sword spears were wielded and violence shouted.

Although it is the blade that did not reach the margarator, the vision is littered with blood splashes. Hands and feet fly away from the owner. Obviously we lost the competition. And long. The right side seems to have been extensively damaged.

The man who was in the lead was impressed. Are you an undisclosed tribe or a demon hound with a gold ring around your neck or something? I wonder what a fierce force it is.

The third shot did not come. It was supposed to prevent that man's troops from coming by the manoeuvres that Gilly would split into. I think I bumped into it, but it looks like it was shallow. But then I picked up my life, and the cold part of the margarator was analyzing it instantly.

Run to follow Gilly's squad ahead. Looking back and counting. No matter how little damage is estimated, it extends to more than three hundred rides. I've barely discussed this one.

The enemy is trying to transfer without merging the three units. All units are equally highly skilled. Looks like three demon snakes. It's a horribly smooth move.

"... that sort of thing. You demon!

The margarator bit his teeth. I realized that I meant to punch through the gaps in the oblique formation, but it was really fitted during that man's surgery. The trick is to ridicule people.

The oblique formation with the man's troops at the forefront was a shadow.

Looks like he let the margaretas take the lead and ran out, and the truth is, the three units must not have run at equal speeds. Running at the best speed was the deepest unit, with the center somewhat inferior to the margaretas and others, and even suspected to have stopped halfway to that man's unit.

There is an equestrian technique that lets you walk fast without moving from the spot. That's it. I've invited the margareta with such walking methods, and I've inflicted pain.

"You demon... the one who eats people everywhere...!

Finished the rollover and lined up again with Gilly's troops to the left.

If you look at the enemy, you have two units lined up on both wings around that man's unit. The first enemy to hit Margarita's troops is the enemy's left wing, and the enemy in the gold ring is the enemy's right wing? The intervals between the three units are wide. Its breadth was fascinating, so it must be a trap.

Margarita bit her trembling lower lip hard. Blood seeps and breathes sharply.

I'm invited. That man is looking at the margareta.

"Phew... ugh..."

There was a laugh coming in.

I came all the way out to the head of the unit, and what does that man really mean? In this feast of horseback riding, where life is exchanged at high speeds, everywhere with an organizer temptation, we look down on the world forever, and there's really nothing we can do about it.

Margarita rocked her shoulder. I want to kill him. I wanted to kill him and he was crazy enough to kill me.

"Wait... I'll use my life to make everything about you a mess...!

I wiped my mouth. That must be bloody lipstick. You deserve to get out in front of that man.

"Run straight and split your enemies! Pinch up the center of the enemy! All armies, assault!!

The disease began again. It is an assault towards the two spaces that open between the three units.

Where the margareta wanted it, there can be no such thing as horseback riding colliding head-on with each other at this speed. Horses avoid it. It's more than running in there from the front.

But enough position to take that man's life.

The man seems to be slowing down his troop speed with no sexual punishment. The center is slow compared to both wings. In this minute, I bump into the left and right forces faster than I can catch that man's troops in time. The outside of these two units is in contact.

That was just what I wanted. There, the damage will be five minutes. It is more important than that that that man's troops be isolated even for a short time.

It doesn't matter if it's a trap or not. How can we bump into each other where things have changed? Just a blow, control the softening technique. You can take one or two steps from the assumption of the measure to the unexpected. That's the way to run.

With two more breaths left and right can cross the blades...... that was such a moment.

There was a red thing in the margareta's sight. That was a strange thing.

Margarita is just concentrating on her own in this high-speed battlefield. I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything but tactical information. That's the tension on the battlefield. That's talent. An inexperienced man's ability to exert his power on the battlefield.

Nonetheless, I see a bright red color. Is it blood? Or is it fire?

No... horseback riding. A small group of horseback riders. That's why it's red. That looked like a red chunk to the margarator.

It was that man.

A man whose life Margarita fervently desires, accompanied by a cavalry of only a hundred horsemen, has left his own troops and cried out.

Everyone has a red cloth wrapped around their neck, and that's swinging like a flame at an awesome rate. It came together and looked like a single red.

Fast. That red hundred rides is too fast.

Fast even in the midst of oddly slow, self-aware time.

The men do not even hold their spears and are leaning forward by holding the reins with both hands so that they can float their hips. No, are you shaking your body back in small pieces? By the time the horse's hind leg reaches the ground, he's pulling his center of gravity back. It's a ride I've never even seen. But fast. Extremely fast.

The margarator was emitting a hand signal without a voice. It was almost an unconscious act. Pack the distance from Gilly's troops. I can stop it with that. I can crush that man's path. I can erase that life.

But I didn't make it.

Make sure you're surrounded by flames, like the flames themselves, and that guy runs through the left side of the margarator.

Margarita followed her because she still had a wide view on that side. They chased me. I couldn't stay away from him. He was to be burned to the left eye where he was left with a grudge of resentment.

It was beautiful.

He was brave as he jumped out of the fireworks capital. He had majesty as he circled the walls of the Great Fire to show himself. Showing the subtleties of horseback riding tactics, he runs away now as a flame of a human horse... oh... what a beautiful thing!

Sorrow and screaming burst. Is the world finally crushed?

No. It's a crushing loud volume of military horses and soldiers. That brought the margareta back to real time.

Enemy winged troops mowed their prey at harsh angles. Looks like that man's unit split into two parts and followed suit. So long. Like ripping meat and choosing bones. That attack lasts desperately long.

And it's unilateral. Margaritas weren't the only ones who were shocked and shaken by the void. Not all of us were attacked by that deadly moment of disillusionment.

The damage was immense. I see soldiers under my command with heavier bodies somehow. What was supposed to have ridden a thousand and five hundred at the beginning was below a thousand rides and so on, and had been reduced to about half. Looks like Gilly still has more than a thousand rides left over there. Still considerable damage.

The Gilly pulled over a horse. It's hard to sense emotions from a masked man, but I could imagine what I wanted to say before I heard that word.

"Until now. Let's get out of here."

It's also suspicious if you snorted at it as expected...... the margarator could no longer move in his laziness. Soon I had also lost my sword. I remember hooking up to my hand and shaking off what was out of the way, and I think that might have been the sword.

I didn't care. I was feeling everything else HR.

Escape seemed extremely difficult.

When he reached the Eteramaki realm, the three thousand horsemen named Cold Moon Cavalry had grown to about a thousand horsemen. Gilly says. He said that there were still many left. The Cavalry Regiment of Fire had been in continuous mobile combat before it hit the margaretas and others. Horse leg fatigue resonates heavily in the chase. Would it have been wiped out without it?

The battle of the Kalisalmi territorial capital was a total victory for the forces of the north.

Uncle Kalisalmi surrendered to the north, and Uncle Eteramaki said he was killed during a heavy battle. It was the Cavalry of Fire that fought. He was assaulted near the East Gate. Demon Eye, the word came out.

The margarator was listening to those reports without any heartbeat.

Everything was far away.

I wanted to see my sister. I wanted to confirm what beauty is and that.

But my body doesn't move. Did you get a scratch before you realized it... there was nothing painful about wandering your body, and I was terribly tired of the act. I didn't feel like doing anything. I also feel painful like the back of my chest is tingling.

Where am I? When is it now? What am I doing?

Breathing in a time full of uncertainty, the margareta closed its eyelids. In the dark, not sure if he was alive or dead, he was distant, small, and heard the sound of water.