Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Our king is Master Paulina!

The roar of the Marquis Uliharsilla burst like a thunderbolt on the battlefield.

"To erode the proud kingdom of Asuria, to wake up from the intoxication of decadence, inertia, and to regain our courage now again, we must serve Our Lady Paulina in order to make a new mark of history! Show him who comes, and he who is born at the end of the line, a strong and noble present! Now that Master Eleonora has taken refuge and Margarita has declined to succeed to the throne, the righteousness of the throne lies precisely with Master Paulina! Speak differently. Don't be a jerk!

Is Hou or rejuvenated...... Leo Salmant was filling his chest with a rising will as he bathed in its power on horseback. An increasingly bloody self beyond the age of fifty is transmitted to the hotter the heartburn of a young general who rejects it beyond the age of sixty. There was something rising.

"Stop laughing. Whose do the beginnings are unsatisfactory? Our king is Christian."

The response of Marquis Ahmaniemi echoed as if the earth were ringing.

"Tell those who disturb the long-standing tradition of the Kingdom of Asaria to the disciples. Don't stand back healthy from the fever of war. Orthodoxy is called orthodoxy by virtue of order and by virtue of being solemnly run and followed by cotton. Master Eleonora, who was with the brave, embodies the history of the kingdom. Disrupting your will due to your subordinate ungratefulness is also a manifestation of the country's turmoil. You must know that the restoration of order will be fulfilled only by the reign of Eleonora's eldest son, Christian."

Leo was impressed that it would be grand to be near eighty years old there as well. Many things come to an end here, and in Leo's heart there is just a fierce search for male enemies. If it was to be pointed out as fever, I would have liked it. Because I don't know the courtesy of poking a blade calmly in my face.

We can no longer fight one battle and show our authority. Leo felt himself a bow and arrow. Three years after holding on to the arrow, I was in the mood to be released exactly now as an arrow squeezed into a squeeze.

Because I have anger. There is a division of roles in the world, so fighting won't be all but supreme. But Leo thinks. If duty and rights are overriding logic and there is no present after a war, it would be strange to immerse ourselves in the peace peace tranquillity without knowing to fight or risk our lives.

Once upon a time, and always still is, the northern part of the kingdom has been exposed to the violence of war. Where in it is holy. What is it a miracle with? Even the conscription share of the national army continues to be allocated much to the north. Where is it natural? Who do we fight for? Who will be protected and who will die? Ten thousand generals and friends died in the territory of Peterius, and your men thanked and appeased the Great River. Where in it is justice.

Is there no sin? Is there no shame in it? If not, it would end with me being a stupid warrior. But if there is, there are cowards who know sin and disgrace, but then turn away, and there are fools who do not realize sin or disgrace. For both of them, the Church's dream of preaching is convenient. Turn away from reality and fall asleep, but there will be peace of mind. It's the intoxication of recognition.

Leo is fierce. Armor is skin. Sword spears are hands, nails and fangs. Like a battle coat receiving the wind is tantamount to the tenderness of the Beast King. Leo had begun to feel himself a herd of beasts roughing up with 10,000 Salmant Army soldiers.

If it's an arrow, shoot. If it's a beast, let it go.

If he cast his gaze in search of a decision, it was precisely the two Marquises who proclaimed.

"It's no longer worth talking about! Are you ready to be slashed through by the polished sword spears of the north!

"This is not all the soldiers of piety and loyalty gushing out to the south. Think about it."

The horse's head was returned, and the allies rushed back to each faction. Leo noticed his own arm sticking out high into the sky. Full of hot stuff up to the tip of your finger, no slight gaps.

The battle is about to begin.

Hundreds of tricks and a thousand considerations now kill my breath quietly, just waiting for that time. Leo grinned as he bit his sense of universe between his back teeth. I seemed to see it. The thoughts of the armed men are silent and ambitious, leaping the flames of struggle into empty heaven and earth. Time is full. It's an ordinance. Don't go down. Something can no longer be strained.

"All armies, move on!!

Under the decree of the Marquis Uliharsilla I, the sound of the golden brass instrument sounded. Here we go. Leo waves down its right hand. To the south. To the enemy. I command you to bark.

"Salmant Leaders, move forward!

Formation drums are repeatedly struck to represent the heartbeat of the army vigorously. Military shoes and horseshoes engrave bravery on the ground. The hard noise of steel arming over is also brilliant. The shouts of the men are in a trained order, and the bow plains are being kept further apart.

Leo's right front is preceded by Uliharsila's army, and further ahead by the Knights of the Sword Horn. Looks like the right-wing Uliharsilla Light Cavalry swelled out early to start a manoeuvre against the Kalisalmi Light Cavalry. From the rear left, the Peterius Army continues to lag behind. Behind it, there are three thousand and slightly smaller Hellevy armies, responsible for the leftmost wing and rear end of this slope. It is a diagonal formation similar to the formation when we defeated the Imperial Army first.

But it's very different up ahead. If you've seen the left wing, Leo has to stare.

The colored flag of fire was already turning to the side of the enemy's right wing. The Cavalry Regiment of Fire, consisting of three thousand light cavalry horsemen, is about to walk through the battlefield at a high speed to its insanity and arc behind enemy forces. The enemy's right-wing Eteramaki light cavalry would have tried to respond to it, but it's slow. Too late. It's like I haven't been able to use my manoeuvre.

Because more light cavalry will come.

Salmant Light Cavalry goes after the fire. Then the Peterius Light Cavalry goes, and finally the Hellevy Light Cavalry also goes. The left wing now forms a great curve on the battlefield by nine thousand horseback rides. The Eteramaki Light Cavalry is no longer capable of manoeuvring at a stage when its head is suppressed by fire. If forced to protrude, it will be flanked, or backflushed, by any two thousand horsemen of the succession. There's nothing I can do.

Sora, isn't it a situation where the Salman Light Cavalry may no longer even be semi-sixed if it has been overrun? In the form of being followed, the Keimaru Knights are about to change direction. The movement is fast, but the Eteramaki Army's main unit looks antiquated. It is also natural if you are sidelined in infantry. The enemy's right wing is getting confused. Without ever bumping into each other, it's just about to be accomplished with mobility.

Leo learned his tremors beneath the armor of steel. Word leaked.

"The formation of flying birds... what a marvel!"

It was an army of Dragon General Marco Hahato. His remarks seemed to be heard in the back of his brain.

"Three years is not enough to train the people of the South into soldiers. We turned down the North and South logistics, so we don't have all the good horses or the military funds. The agreement prohibits pulling from the national army and hiring mercenaries, so good officers will also lack numbers. On the other hand, we have soldiers, good horses, excellent officers. Fight to make this difference the most pronounced."

Leo understood instantly. The difference between the two armies is, in other words, their ability to respond to change. Numbers say things for bumping into each other in a fixed way, and they can continue to fight on the usual path of tactical tactics. But there will be a difference in the power to respond to the battle. Because you will need to be complete as an army organization. That is not to be cultivated for three years or there.

It was immediately concluded that tactics of warfare agitated by manoeuvre were effective. It is easy to move forward with the military, but difficult to respond laterally. If it's on the back, it's too much. Because spear-pushing attacks are fundamental. And it's hard to think that the south will come off that basics. The way the North should fight with good horses was obvious.

The answer is this formation of flying birds.

The right-wing oblique formation is the main force, while attracting and tying enemies. Each of the four left-wing Light Cavalry armies exhibits velocity to the battlefield, or disturbs the enemy's sidelines in a row, or even in divisions. It is like a bird singing the freedom of its wings in the eyes of the reason of the earth… The refinement for the grace and the realization of this powerful method of warfare was applied at the hands of General Dragon Marco. Leo watched more than once, sometimes mixed in and beaten down, and tasted something of a being called a hero in the world.

"Harsh General Hahat. And beside it is Zikil the devil's eye? Isn't it the Salomon army?"

Leo turned his gaze as he whined. War continues to move on Bow Zhang Hara. The battle on the right wing is as fierce as if sparks were scattered.

On the rightmost wing, the Uliharsila Army Light Cavalry and the Kalisalmi Army Light Cavalry are engaged in far-away maneuvering battles over the outer periphery. I don't know the details at this distance, but it looks like the allies are winning but not winning. Leo finds that surprising. My enemies are showing stickiness even though they say this one is outnumbered by both skill and horse. Feeling used to losing it, Leo twisted his neck in his heart.

On the inside, the confrontation between the Knights is overwhelming. The Knights of the Sword Horn are precisely the Knights with the strength to crown the kingdom. Precision intensive bowshooting by bow infantry continues to strike the enemy's soldier species without choosing, and heavy-duty infantry on the iron wall pushes it to the push without some disturbance in its steps. Heavy cavalry lacks flashness because they don't target horseback assaults with few, but three thousand do as if they were big rocks and crush their enemies.

The Knights of the Enemy are clearly underskilled. He seems resolute but has not been able to make a sober tactical decision. I'm being put on this thought at a time when I'm protruding and the Knights are bumping into each other in the first place. Against this oblique shape, there is a horizontal line, so step back a little, or you won't. This is where we should fight in tandem with the Kalisalmi Leadership Army. Did you try to rewind your disadvantages in shooting each other? Or is it young?

To its Kalisalmi main force eight thousand, now exactly eight thousand Yuriharsila main unit is about to hit. We don't see any eccentricity in each other's battles and it's going to be a spear fight from the front, but that doesn't seem to be where we want this one anyway.

Uncle Kalisalmi wants to lower his army. Or he wants to respond with some kind of change. Leo deduced the intent from the amount of small movements scattered. Sometimes it's the first time I've come close to it that I know about morale. The neat Uliharsila army must have felt the fighting spirit to burn inside. I guess you decided you couldn't push and win without help. Leo felt talented there. Uncle Kalisalmi was also a good winner, although he was a man with no nose.

But it's not as good as I think. Leo foresees with a hint of sympathy. It's too late to back down, and the left and right sides of the army are blocked, even as it changes. From Uncle Kalisalmi's point of view, on the left, the Knights are in fierce contention with each other, and on the right, five thousand and five hundred of one side of the Palvilla Army is moving forward than behind, and they are slightly pulling over. Are you going to detect the upset and cover it, or the move aimed at the Uliharsila Army nearest you?

Finally, the Uliharsila and Kalisalmi armies combined from the front. Leo's heart was excited by the roughness of what struck his life between the army and the army, whether the shock had even generated a hot air, or what rubbed his cheeks and struck his ears. This is war. This is war. The Palvilla Army enters this range in no time. That's the same for all of us. Leo concentrated with enthusiasm. I still don't make you feel the morale of this either, but now, how is the old Count of the South going to deal with the number of disadvantages?

But Leo was to feel cold the next moment. Soon it would be scratched off by another emotion, but only at that moment did it have a cold, cruel emotion.

An arrow flew more neglectfully than the Parvila army and descended on the Uliharsila army. Hard to say effective. What the act means shivers Leo. Although I had no doubt about anything somewhere in my head, there was something I was denying it was quite. Is that it? Is that the truth? Leo couldn't help but speak up.

"To that extent... to the extent that I shoot arrows out of fear... in an army that I can't contain..."

My voice was shaking again, too, but it was not something I could contain. Scream.

"What are you doing on this battlefield! You're going to let us have less people!!

Anger became a sharp order and moved the Salmant Army.

"Shoot it! I don't care if it's far away! Shoot your weak wars!!

The countless ringing sounds of strings, the countless wind-cutting sounds of arrows. Two bow infantry battalions Two thousand archers fired into the sky simultaneously. They did not reach as far as the Palvilla army, and few stood vaguely on the ground, but nevertheless made their way down to the enemy front row to produce several casualties.

So far as it does not collapse, it is the army. But the shooting is sporadic, shaking as if the forested spear had been stirred by strong winds. Leo no longer thought only of crushing his enemies as soon as possible.

"Bark it! Bark it down! Far to the spear, far to the voice!!

If the Eight Thousand Warriors inspired the mood of tearing, it would no longer be an ear, but a whole body. It's like a storm that swallows people. If it's soft grass, let's break a thousand pieces. Break that weak heart if you don't have the temper to fight. I can't help but do that. I can't stay that way.

Collapse. Collapse. Break it down right now and get away with it.

Leo was angry. The source of that anger was not hatred. I did not feel disgraced or disgraced when dealing with weak soldiers, but it is also weak. Thoughts that could not help but be exhilarated, thoughts that could not bear to see the enemy, were connected to grief in the depths of Leo's heart.

It was pathetic.

He who exposes himself to the blade without being prepared is not a warrior. I am the person who should live my daily routine. It would be a child to someone, a husband, and a father. I can't argue with it. With a sword spear that I wielded to scold, I just kill him. What is supposed to glow as force among the strong is corrupted there into violence trampling weakness.

Leo barked. I was barking and barking and trying to break the world I couldn't help myself in front of.