Fly the Flag of Fire!

A black wind blows. Its wind direction goes from west to east.

There were five thousand light cavalry horseshoes diseased through the plains of the crash, stretching the sound of horseshoes and winding up the dust. Everyone put together a black battle coat, making people and horses look plagiarized, and the flying flag bears the seal of a swordsmith snake. It is a light cavalry brigade led by Brigadier General Terencio Barcelo.

Barcelona was eating dried meat in his mouth at the head of that group that ran through the wilderness as if it were an unleashed arrow. Three days' worth of water is suspended in the leather bag at the waist. Drink down meat while licking it to the minimum. If I have any convenience, I will excrete it as it is on the horse. I won't stop. The interval between stopping horses is strictly fixed, and now is not the time. Keep running sharply through your wars.

Barcelo felt the impetus of his invisible power on his back. It was one of his long war histories where he never felt chased away at once because he was across the street. What aids his speed by being an expert in maneuvering tactics… Intangible forces call his name military.

An old warwounded knight named Donald Colletos made him paint it on the plains of the crime, bringing unprecedented combat power to Barcelo. That led to an immediate expansion of military power, and now he has under his command the greatest force in his military life.

(Is this the power the man was using? So you win......)

Barcelo tasted the flavour of meat in his mouth, and in his heart he was impressed by the military. He also recognized himself as a soldier, immersed in a manoeuvring battle and savoring the achievement of victory before the sharp edge of the hand signal, once again as a sword. Any famous sword will beat or lose against the enemy depending on the skill of the swordsman who wields it. Until now, I have only exercised my martial arts in the intersecting world of that blade. That's all I could do. But not now. Now, by the arms of a militant named Donald, he is slashing and tearing apart a giant named the Kingdom of Asuria, with his blade muscles and sharp sword lines. I was feeling excited.

The massive battle fought by the Plains of Doom was all deceiving the Royal Army from its inception.

Let the kingdom side prepare a great army of belligerent commanders… Donald did a brilliant job of the difficult while making many sacrifices. And to drag that great army deep into imperial territory, one martyr was prepared on the imperial side. Barcelo is also an old lieutenant general who knows. He is an admiral who has continued to support the Imperial Army from behind, even in a discreet manner.

The role of the old lieutenant general is bitter and tragic. We must play incompetence to lurk and preserve the main force, and come to war with the less skilled rear soldiers with minimal food supplies. As we become both armies, we must move the foolishness and the great armies and change the meeting point slightly to the Imperial side. The distance earned still dictates the survival rate of soldiers after their defeat. He must also wholeheartedly curse and treat the Knights of the Necessary Golden Sword and Berta Ignacio to ensure that the retreat does not cause great damage and expose the whole army to criticism.

Above all, we must conceal the fact that the Emperor has made more than 100,000 soldiers. It is all a failure and a crisis invited from the ignorance of the old lieutenant general, and the emperor must be the one who saves that crisis. The whole army is just as exciting, kicking the Royal Army and launching glory. For that... the old lieutenant general is not even allowed to survive.

Die. Expose a wretched corpse to the battlefield as a defeated general. That convinces the Royal Army of victory. Brings intoxication to its heart, which hesitates to invade its first imperial territory. Throw a giant into the perimeter trap of annihilation. We can drag them in.

of an old professional soldier, by letting his honour and his life be discredited and thrown out himself, make it a necessary push for a great army… Barcelo trembled at the awesomeness of a man named Donald Colletos who devised it and made it happen.

It's Salomon, it's...

I think Salomon was the last man in the war. Instead of using it as raw bait to rescue the army of protruding and isolated brave men, Barcelo rather sought to wipe out the Imperial Army in a way that increased their chances of total annihilation… something comparable to its awesomeness was felt by Barcelona. The way you pay for your life is spectacular.

Barcelona also accounts for the death of soldiers in battle, sometimes using dead soldiers. But it is only a judgment in exposing ourselves to the wind of the dead. Salomon and Donald decide on the death of their allies in a farther place, breathing air that is neither dead nor nothing, for example, while hitting a bonfire before the battle begins. I'm doing it knowing what that means. It was felt by Barcelo as if it was crossing a line that should not be crossed as a person. I'm halfway out of people. Or are you a brave man or a demon?

Thus came the measure, and the Royal Army 120,000 is being besieged in imperial territory. The emperor himself has led the Kingsguard to the battlefield, and the heroic Gen. Ignacio and the Golden Sword Knights have fought bravely. The tens of thousands of armies that have refused to exit to the plains of the disaster also include numerous knights, each attacking the Royal Army as if competing for war. The Royal Army, having already been debated by the General, is divided into enemy lands, each in isolation, right and left. Enough to even remember sympathy for the tragedy. Total annihilation is no longer a matter of time.

If there is one who saves them, it is a backpacking army, but even it is no longer devastated. Barcelona was the vanguard of the front line that moved to the Imperial side to keep the supply line that had grown up until it was halfway out of the plain. It's like kicking the Royal Army with a fierce attack that I don't even remember, splitting it into easy-to-eat fillets and arranging it for a friend's meal. In the sense of collapse, almost exclusively Barcelona and others collapsed more than 30,000 royal armies.

At that time, Barcelo was leading two thousand and five hundred rides as an Imperial Army colonel. And after the battle, Donald, who was there, was immediately told to promote him to Brigadier General of the Imperial Army. He had in his possession the Emperor's signed documents for that purpose. It even involved two thousand and five hundred horsemen to be assigned to additional. At that point, Donald has driven his horse with immobile feet, only to make Barcelo the brigade leader of 5,000 rides. I made sure I kept my promise for the summer night.

The seized mountain-like munitions, to replenish 120,000 Royal Army, were transformed into Imperial Army invasive operational supplies without slight defects. Donald stays on the spot and gives it away. Wait. That the Imperial Army, after wiping out 120,000 generals where they were originally possessed, will continue its momentum eastward through the plains of the crash. It's a relay point, there.

Donald unleashed an arrow eastward as he waited for the principal army of kingdom invasion. A fast-paced battle group to stab and pierce its gap pharynx in a front-line fort that still does not know the end of the Royal Army total of 150,000...... it is the Barcelo Light Cavalry Brigade. This arrow is the sword of aggression. It's the first touch of conquest.

... I see it.

It lies ahead of the wilderness landscape. It is a front-line fort of the Royal Athletic Army. Barcelo intimated a cadre of 5,000 horsemen just with his hands up. The training is applied throughout the autumn. Hard to say enough. Finished, however. And victory brings superior polishing to a soldier horse over a few weeks of training. Momentum is gaining momentum.

All you have to do is wave this hand down.

That would be the first blow to this invasion.

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swinging down, and Barcelo turned into the tip of a black blade.

Kick the kingdom soldiers who were scattered neglectfully outside the fort. Looks like he was ready to transport additional supplies as soon as possible. Sweet. And slow. Barcelo approached the fort as he dripped blood on the spear tip. Don't laugh. The gate is open. The white pharynx is exposed to defenselessness. Shall we not poke?

"Control it! Poke a soldier and kill him!

Intentionally, he raised his voice and Barcelo entered the interior of the fort. He ran all the way to the courtyard and poked many at the passing. Preliminary information understands the general structure of the fort. Two squadrons selected in advance disembark and enter the building. Barcelo and the others pushed the stables while covering it. Wave the spear without distinction between combatants and non-combatants on the road. There is no time for polite control.

"Don't let the cavalry get away with it! Other than that, you can come from something close by! Ravage! Disturb!

The hustle and bustle of exchanging blades is still heard, but it is a surprise assault. There are only a few soldiers to be garrisoned because they are throwing up hindsight. At the end of the tour around the fort, Barcelo nodded. I'm done here. Next.

"Squadron in charge, you don't have to collect supplies. Let half of them ride after you've mastered the fort."

Leaving to rest, Barcelo led four thousand and five hundred rides and set out again. So we cut off two more squadrons, five hundred horsemen, as guerrilla troops, and four thousand horsemen head to the next fort. Same thing to do. We will raid the Fortress of the Front Line one by one by a quick advance. Forts such as fortifications with no soldiers and no guard were easy enough. Only supplies are in luxury. Harvest. This is harvest. Eat at the enemy and kill the enemy. Barcelo is only mowing his ears as a pioneer in the great army.

We met at times, sometimes we split again, and Barcelo ran. He made the most of his speed to dominate the battlefield widely, and finally took control of all the forts. And the armies that came to the fortress were not from the east, but from the west.

Flirting numerous flags, more than 100,000 large armies cross the plains of the disaster. On the great flag, the ascending dragon moves, reflecting whether it is able to follow the winged dragons. A few brilliant and elaborate seals also hang out. The glory of a knight shines like a dragon's jewel again. It is a parental sign. The Emperor of the Everian Empire is about to step east of the plain of the disaster for the first time. Even though the Crown Prince himself stayed west of the plain in the war, he has now finally taken the ball to the territory of the Kingdom of Asuria.

"Exposed, great"

Just a word. That meant something that resonated with the entire Imperial Army. The Emperor, who had long and long disliked one soldier, finally spoke to the soldier. I don't know if that was forgiveness. But it was an authorization. It was an appreciation of the military's abilities and merits. And that means that a man who was treated as the guardian of the Imperial Army in the summer plains became a hero. The "Black Snake” martial name was to be shouted at by the mouths of the Imperial soldiers in a different way than before.

Now more than 100,000 emperors and soldiers were present at the doorstep of the Kingdom of Asuria.

And the two heroes of "Thunder General” and “Black Snake” lined up.

"Conquer."

If Emperor Reimund gave the order, the invading army would advance here for the first time in fifteen years. More than 10,000 troops were left in the fort group as rear armies, and 90,000 large armies began their conquest eastward. It is a move to flatten the two front-line kingdoms of the Kingdom of Asuria. There are three subsequent routes to the capital of the King of Asuria, but it is all a story after the removal of the Second Reich.

The territory of the Earl of Salmant, now combined with the battlefield, the territory of the Earl of Peterius, mobilized a total army of leaders to set up a thorough resistance. But their numbers are only fifteen thousand each. Regarding the interests of the land as well, the former invasion led the Imperial Army to learn more about the situation in the kingdom territory. There is no other technique left than fighting with base defense.

Behind the two front-line kingdoms are the three kingdoms supporting it: the territory of the Earl of Hellevi, the territory of the Marquis of Maryaranta, on the north-central side, and the territory of the Marquis of Uliharsilla, on the western central side. As the view of the Imperial Army, the Herevy Army, the Maryaranta Army, was not supposedly numbered. Not only are they rear armies, but they only have about eight thousand to scratch each, even in total. The problem is Uliharsila's army.

Marquis Klaus Uliharsilla.

The name is remembered by those who learned of the former war by the rank of Marshal of the National Army and by the title of Supreme Commander of the National Army. Have a past that persisted in resisting the invasion of the Imperial Army and bought out time for later counter-attack operations. As an enemy but brilliant general, his martial name is no worse than that of a "brave man” or “demon man”.

And the Uliharsila army, known as the kingdom's strongest leader, is its tens and fifteen thousand. We have the same number of soldiers as the two front-line warlords. He also had the prestigious Knights of the Sword Horn as the Knights under his umbrella, whose fortified 3,000 waited in the territory after the fall. I cannot be insulted because I have trained a total of 18,000 troops as a standing army.

Sometimes it is far from the plains of the crime for the other realms of the kingdom, not to mention the small and weak of the leadership. That's the same thing in the Empire. If we should be careful, it is the Knights. The inherent strength of each of the Four Horses and Six Uncles shall not be insulted.

But many of its knights have also already been destroyed. We have sieged and destroyed the place that crossed the plain of the crime. Count Kalisalmi and the like are so much so that the Knights themselves were spearheaded. Since the belligerent and known Count is it, you can be sure that south of the King's Capital, all in all, sees no threat enough.

When it comes to the greatest threat, the Kingdom Regular Army is it, but this is precisely right after the temporary loss of more than 100,000. Even though some of the soldiers remain scattered, even if they were able to cross the plains of the disaster, the eastern fortifications are replacing the flag. There's no way we can get out of more than 10,000 troops. There will be reserves and waiting men, but the Wang Capital will be swayed by the chaos before the restructuring. First of all, I definitely can't move. It is now another dream of dreams, such as forming a crusade army. It is an army to make it so. The Kingdom of Asuria is once again trembling at the feeling of death.

While looking at the nostalgic landscape, Barcelo thinks it's on the horse.

From here.

This is where the real battle begins.

For all the Imperial Army, for him personally, this is what we have accomplished so far. The situation is superior to before, and measures have been taken in various ways ahead, but Barcelo thought that that is why failure is unacceptable. We have to end this invasion operation. Continental reunification must be achieved.

Barcelo is not alarmed. Because I haven't seen the two flags yet. Four sword-shaped military flags in one. A white flag that lasts for a long time. Neither of them appeared in the plains of the crime. He wasn't even stationed at the Fort Front Line. I mean, we're ahead of us. Neither could be an army sitting and waiting for death. With one, for sure, the other will face off somewhere. Barcelo even felt the cause.

(I've already lost...!

Under a blue, high and clear sky, the Imperial Army goes through the kingdom.

The army line was full of confidence. It was as if the cold was passing away from them.