Fly the Flag of Fire!

The dawn sky is cloudy in thin white, and the wind is blowing harder than the south where it is heading. Drive on horseback through the dry, pebbly fields of the earth. Footsteps are light fast walks. Behind him leads three hundred rides that have their origins among horse thieves.

March, solemnly...... Zikilrosa was alert to her surroundings without alarm.

In the shadow of the shrub, I doubt the scourge. It is assumed that the human horse lurks within the dotted forest. Calculate the strengths and weaknesses of each attack by observing the land's heights and lows. The angle of day and shadow is also important. Count that fatigue on the horse's movements that you feel on your feet.

Find the enemy immediately. And take it. Don't even give it to me while I breathe.

The target is more than 1,500 Knights of the Holy Grail.

The brave men and the Knights of the Holy Grail, who continue northwards after winning the Third Battle, abruptly divided their armies until midway through the territory of Uliharsila. Though the main unit and the three thousand horsemen kept their path, they went north on the streets, and more than a thousand and five hundred horsemen, seen as separate teams, ran east off the streets.

That tipping point was the problem. From the Yuriharsila territorial capital, it is difficult to respond and we will travel eastward from the ups and downs of the terrain to the neglected area. That is to say, it is in the form of a realm between the territory of Maryaranta, and nothing more than the capital of the King of Asuria than what lies ahead of us.

I didn't think so. I can't believe we're going to attack Wang Du. Even though you burned down one of the small villages, that's pretty much it.

But now there is an army that does not set up a messenger but trespasses on the realm of kingdom, and its spearhead is at the center of the kingdom. The horseshoes are carving sounds as they approach the king's capital.

Never forget.

An army attacking from the outside of common sense...... that is the Knights of the Holy Grail.

It is therefore difficult to deal with those who live inside common sense. The Marquis, headed by Klaus Ulyhalsilla, the Count's face focused on one hand of defense against a steep turn of events. A flexible response was discarded and a prior decision was made.

"We have three steeples."

It's Marco's word. That was spoken before the reign ceremony of the new king.

"For one it is Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina, for one it is the king's capital and for one it is the new town of the north. Needless to say about the first two. I also think the reason for the last one seems obvious. The new town is a stronghold that underpins the plan to exploit the plain plain where it is a major undertaking that offends church contraindications. It is therefore also a symbol of a new era in which the kingdom makes more history and broadly expresses what will lead to the future."

Only the northern marquis in the kingdom civil unrest, namely the Marquis of Uliharsilla, the Earls of Hellevy, Salmant and Peterius, heard the words, and there was uniform agitation in their faces. Before it was explained, Gikilrosa recalls that she had guessed what it meant to be explained only to people.

"The church will try to do harm to the new town by any means. You should take all possibilities into account. First, the garrisons in the new town should be augmented to two thousand. The surveillance of the northern tributaries will also be more stringent than ever, and we will consolidate the defence system in the north. I'll take care of Chitoga Osho. I have some business with the old Third Princess SS garrison."

In the New Year, when peace should be sung due to the end of civil unrest, he spoke of a pale and emergency military. That's natural again. Because he has no joy. I don't live on such a life-and-a-half ready path, like halfway down the road and drunk with joy.

"If the Church has done something from beyond its boundaries as a response to the usual means of interrogation… then, at once, protect Her Royal Highness the Princess and the King's Capital. That comes first. Just hold it there, and I'll deal with it later. Would it be more accurate to say that I'm the only one who can deal with it?"

Looking around at the snotty grand aristocrats, he smiled. Smell the fierceness never before, with joy.

"Does that sound like too many words? Then be a little more nervous. We've won so far, but the battle is precisely five minutes and five minutes, and it's the battle from here that's going to be tough. I pray. [M] May you all see the end of the new era without missing anyone."

Either the exaltation made him do that, or he couldn't have prayed to God. He said that lightly, and announced a strategy for a new era. Its content also increased in the three years of civil unrest to take advantage of the Northern Marquis's leading soldiers, which meant that he intended to come to a new war without waiting for the National Army to decontaminate.

Eventually, the situation showed an unusual rapid development.

Brave men and the Knights of the Holy Grail shook the gap that was able to welcome Joaquim Beck to the King's capital. The Church targeted new towns in the north with the most sacred and violent means. It's not something that had common sense or reason. That is tantamount to the fact that a broken castle arrow was fired that would crumble a man's fortune.

That's why Marco moves.

What irony, only he, suspected of being a demon, was free in this emergency. There is no better way than to face a brave man to prove his innocence.

Because a brave man is a divine will in the form of a man. Whether we talk to each other or exchange dried goats, everything is equal to a mystical ritual performed under the glory of God. Whatever the truth is, because brave men are defined as beings who are superior to the Church's will to try and punish the world.

And Marco and the Cavalry of Fire left King's Capital. I'm not aiming for a brave man in a straight line. The chosen path is the one on the water. He sailed retroactively through the East Dragon River with a large ship to Chitoga Osho.

To rendezvous with the Gikilrosa and others who had stayed in the former Third Princess SS garrison.

A cavalry regiment of fire that compensated for the depletion during the civil unrest and the strength Jikilrosa was working on as a new fire. That is the maximum and fastest manoeuvre Marco can lead.

You must fight the brave with this power. Reinforcements cannot be expected by one soldier.

The men who speak of Marco as the Lord cannot take part in the battle of the house.

Axeli Arnell, Oiva Otala is the leader of the Kingsguard Corps and cannot move easily from the Wang capital. Yarucco also does not move the royal castle to protect the queen's neighborhood. Daniel Hackinen is no longer a body to be on the front line, but nevertheless it is best to set up a reserve front with the Peterius Army where he has gone out. Beltran is a shady sword, not a fighter on the surface.

Nor can the northern lords, who fought civil unrest with Marco.

Marquis Uliharsila, who had damaged the captain and lost the knights, protected the capitol with six thousand, including wounded soldiers, and called the remaining five thousand to the defense of the king's capitol. Uncle Hellevy just lines up the leadership opposite the town of Chitoga to prepare for a freak. Uncle Salmanto returned to Kalisalmi territory early with Uncle Kalisalmi. To command the local Salmant army of 10,000. Uncle Petrius still builds a line of defense on the northern shore of the northern tributary with 10,000.

Neither will the Marquis, who was neutral, nor the new great nobles, fight again.

Marquis Ronkainen summoned five thousand leaders to protect the king's capital, just as he did during the civil unrest. Mary Maryaranta deposited the command of the army with the man and hurried herself to the territory of Count Tervahal. It is the decision that this matter cannot be dealt with in the young Birgitta Tervahal, who has just received the title. In fact, she doesn't move from the King's Capital. Pietari Ahmaniemi, who is also a newcomer, says he is binding his army to his own territory in an unchanged manner.

The kingdom of Asuria as a whole seems to have been bound by the tense diligence. It is unusual for the army to move even within that year, when the new era has begun. The fever of war is spreading. Death is about to pile up again.

"As Joaquim asks me to die..."

On the night on the boat, Marco was trying to see into the darkness of the water and squeaking.

"And then who dies? Marquis? Count? Or me? Even if I die, will it work?

Prophecy of death. ominous its assumptions and reasoning.

"... No, you can't. If I die here, it's Mikazain's pot. [M] Then there's no point in this raw. I don't know... I won't admit that again. There's no way you can admit it. Never... Never admit it..."

No one shall hear his words. No one should see him that way. Gikilrosa was just honoring that loneliness and killing the signs. I was watching the misery of those who could only vent their hearts in the dark.

Would it fit when we looked down the northern tributary on the south shore at the twists of the land surface and reached the middle of Maryaranta territory? Early horses appeared on the south shore. If we put out the boat and received a report, that is, an urgent report that part of the Knights of the Holy Grail has been transferred.

Marco was quick to judge.

"He who is not ashamed of anything in expression of arrogance and pushes through his heart with respect for one of himself is the brave man of the sacrament. There's no way I'm letting anyone else take care of it by making provision for an exculpatory subject. There are brave men among the three thousand horsemen going north. I don't even have to check."

I assure you, and I command you.

"Zikilrosa, slap the detachment squad that transferred with your trained soldiers. You know how the Holy Grail Knights collapse, don't you? There is no use in being like a pseudo-brave man for how good he would be. Like breaking and rendezvous with disease."

And Gikilrosa and the others landed on Maryaranta territory halfway down the river. Marco and the Cavalry of Fire were dropped off by three thousand horsemen, and they rushed south to fulfill their destructive mission.

The true showdown will take place in the northern part of Uliharsila territory. With an equal number of troops, as I said, it will be fought.

That settlement would rock the world hard. It would shatter the future of the freeze, which had been ordained to be permanently crossed, and would usher in an era of unpredictable flames for everyone.

Marco wants it.

Neither the East nor the West of the continent nor the young and old men of man distinguish between any of them, and they do not miss them as one person, they do not tolerate many, and they exhort them not to bring about widespread irreversible change. I pursue it with unrelenting determination.

Now his life is glowing just awesome.

But the brave men of our time also have a tremendous spirit light.

Jikilrosa breathes hot and repeated on the horse. We must hurry. We have to rush to the spot of the showdown after we want to win another squad. Winning or losing on the battlefield is something that will be confirmed by prior work, but if it is a constant battle, you will not have to know, and you will only gain some certainty about this showdown.

Because it's a battle that determines Marco's fate.

It's not what he wanted to wait for. Let's be glad it finally got here. But it is the only reason with the fact that it is uncertain and unpredictable in advance of great destiny, and there is the only way to disappear at once, not gradually, with strong light.

Never again, I can't bear to lose sight of the beautiful light.

I saw a horse on the hill. Light cavalry. Battle robes are red in the distance under a battle coat that leans against the wind. Gikilrosa signals by hand or runs down at once. I've been reporting in parallel, even if I haven't stopped marching.

"I discovered in the lowlands ahead a footprint of enemy scouts' things and thoughts! It looks like he went in from the southwest and turned back without crossing the hill!

"Got it. Tell them to come back and join us."

"Ha! I'll tell the squad to go back and join us!

The response was petty, and that one horse disappeared across the hill. About gone and five hundred light cavalry appeared above the shadow of the hill. Everyone is red. He holds a red battle robe over his light armor. It's like fire. Is the dark color of the battle coat the charcoal or ash that wraps its fire?

They five hundred horsemen are elite light cavalry chosen by the Peterius army.

During the three years of civil unrest, military exercises were staged with "fire", and there were leading light cavalry soldiers who were both diseased on the battlefield in the earlier Battle of Bow Hara. Five hundred more horsemen have been chosen from among them. Beginning this spring, he entered the former Third Princess SS garrison and has undergone rigorous training by Gikilrosa.

They are also now light cavalry of fire. Given red robes, they fight like fireballs with humans and horses. It will use many tactics with one fingertip of the hand signal to dance the exquisite of manoeuvre.

Three hundred horsemen who have received such five hundred horsemen are also the colour of fire. Everyone is putting together a red battle robe, headed by Gikilrosa. Naturally, it is those who put this together who will live the glory of being led by the Lord of Fire and running the battlefield. This treacherous garment is a mark. It is the mark of those who fight under the banner of the Fire War.

A red horse appeared more than the forest ahead. If Gikilrosa encouraged rendezvous with her hand, it soon became a new five hundred horsemen and began walking side by side.

They are here again with similar training. It is an election over the Salmant Army. Regardless, it is a light cavalry group of fire colors.

Compared to that of the Peterius Army, these five hundred horsemen are more deeply familiar with the method of fire. Nor are they the men who were running as cavalry with Gikilrosa in the former Salomon army. That is the majority in the Peterius election, but not a single horse remains in the Salmant election, and everyone has such a military history.

Although the majority died in battle with the former Earl in the Peterius Army, the Salmant Army still has a large number of former Salomon Army-affiliated soldiers. He said there was no room for other recommendations or orders to intervene in selecting five hundred horsemen from among them. A fierce selection match was staged by enthusiastic candidates, and with that extra intensity Count Salmant said, "The use of wooden swords shall be prohibited. Use a bamboo bundle sword," you think that's enough to issue a proclamation?

"Dear Zikil, the enemy is like an amateur group."

Having said that, I laughed niggardly at a man who was a grand leader in the Salmant Territory selection. Formerly a general alongside Kuster and the Salomon Army Cavalry, he seemed to have an undepressed day in the leadership as captain of the Light Cavalry Platoon.

"It's a recruit's job for scouts to deflect the position of the main unit. I thought you were pretty good around spreading salmant scouts and missing, huh?

Gikilrosa was invited to laugh at the way she shook her head saying it was a problem. This man has a past where he has survived many crises, precisely because he is the representative of the war genius.

Five years ago, I was told that when the Imperial Army invaded, he also led all sixty rides and continued to implement delayed tactics against tens of millions of Imperial Army opponents. He is the man who fought the best of battles in the undead. Such is precisely the salomon army and hence the fire.

"Remember the brave once, the answer is obvious."

Gikilrosa replied while leading the way for a thousand and three hundred rides for the southwest.

"A Holy Grail Knights is an army, not an army. I'm not good at hiding myself and working or finely releasing scouts. Because it's only one weapon that functions around the brave. We're only supposed to attack from the front."

"Speaking of which, I did...... brave man, I used to name it every time and then fight it. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't, so he was using it for the last time, too. The Marshal of the Patriot scolded me for overdoing it."

A wave of laughter stood around me. Not to be praised during the march, but Gikilrosa also smiled at the tip of her nose again. Because I can understand the joy of this man.

This army, which seeks to challenge the Knights of the Holy Grail by arranging the robes of the Fire, is the nascent army of Salomon. It is a disease of retrograde assault by men who were killed by the irrationality of the world. I don't need a mourning badge or anything. Because there is a flag of war to fly. The fiery seed fire that kept smoking in my chest more than on that Holy Flame Festival day, I'm going to burn a lot here.

"Hmmm... so if you were to hide the army, you would be led by a competent general"

"Mm-hmm. Probably a general who said he defeated the Knights of the Sword Horn. The Flag Knight, to be exact."

I said it and distorted the edge of my mouth, now it was Jikilrosa's.

"But running away is also a good place. It is only crude even to make a yang move, such as exposing the Holy Knight's weaknesses until he is forced to hide his army. There's something wrong with you, I'm sure."

A fierce grin is transmitted. It gives gloss to the red of those who make war their business. It excites the men in their lives to be killed and killed in speed.

"Now, are you ready?

If Gikilrosa turned her hand forward, thin soot smoke climbed far across the hill. The cause is obvious because that's what's moving east. Enemy. Enemy is there. Soil smoke disturbed. I noticed this one over there too. I won't run. I won't let you run away. Even if we don't see each other, the air sticks out.

"Let's destroy him."

Gikilrosa laughs. It's a demon-eyed grin with red eyes.

"We run. How can you not capture enemies? We attack. Why can't we break our enemies? We are all individually. It is a special army that forms a battle of fiery fire with a coat of fire. You don't choose your enemies, you burn everything you go."

That's a declaration. It speaks for the hearts and minds of those who come to the struggle with a fiery blow. That dwelt fire in the eyes of every one of the thousand and three hundred horsemen in the evidence. Individual heartfires melt together. It becomes a single armament.

I don't have to fight. It is the battle of fire.

If Jikilrosa barked one, the fiery fire gained momentum. The atmosphere roared. The wind gave me heat.

And one confrontation came to pass.