Fly the Flag of Fire!

The winds of war are blowing.

Every sound unlikely in everyday life is emitted, overlapping, trying to overwhelm without heaven or earth. On this occasion, it is lonely to reject one person in an armor helmet. I rather just hang up cold without eating fanaticism. Untamo Ahamaniemi held the reins without moving on horseback. There was nothing more shaky than this period.

"My lord, the left wing is being pushed. The White Wolf Knights are in danger."

If I turned to you after the report, I could see the Knights' flag getting very upset ahead of the hustle and bustle on the battlefield. I see. It was terminal. There will be little time left to show the battle that was an organization. If you dare to mount impossible horseback assaults, the damage must be considerable until then. Or maybe that won't come true anymore either. But Untamo thinks it's a brave fight. The opponent is the proud Knights of the Sword Horn.

Behind it, the leftmost manoeuvres cannot be seen dispersed in earthen smoke. But as of now, there is no settlement, so it was worth the evaluation. The battle of light cavalry says a lot about the quality of horses. It seemed to be a hit how long we would continue to fight, the drill that pursued it. Untamo was satisfied. It serves me well enough.

One step ahead of the Knights battle was a left-wing clash, and I'm glad to say that the Kalisalmi Army fought brilliantly for the first time. He is still stubbornly repeating his offensive against the Uliharsila Army, under which the Marquis of War directly commands. I'm being pushed in, and I can't possibly overshadow that flow. But Untamo acknowledged the talent of the young Uncle Kalisalmi. Because we know the limits of barbarity, and we also know the difficulty of stirring it up and maintaining it.

The most at stake is the Palvilla Army, where it is a bow fight right next door. The spear battle will soon begin, but there are already signs of imminent collapse as an army. It has completely atrophied against the noisy and fierce Salmant army. It could collapse instantly if you get bumped.

The Parvila army is divided into five thousand and five hundred each, but this one is not the direct leader of Nicodemus. It was an army that was thus prone to collapse, and also conceived ruthless operations if it became so difficult. That's why I handed out the light cavalry of the Republican War behind me, but now it's no longer viable. It turned to reinforcement on the right wing.

"My lord, it's time..."

"Uhm. Front of target, Peterius Leadership. Shoot it."

Untamo did not let the nine thousand spearheads of his own army wander from the eight thousand Peterius army ahead, even as he saw the armies of the Salmant realm flourishing to the left. A meeting is one in which each army has no other skills than to do its share, and has not trained itself to change in many ways in the first place. Should I say I couldn't apply it?

There is no winning this battle. Untamo has admitted it for a long time.

This civil unrest dividing the kingdom between North and South has been unfavourable to the South since its inception. Even if there was only economic power to compensate for the disadvantages of military power, it was something that would show strength in the long run, and if the North had chosen awkward speed to go into military action, there would have been none. I guess the loyalty of a man named Klaus Uliharsilla kept him waiting for three years without doing it, but Untamo felt that he had been given one or two steps.

However, the period during which it was supposed to weaken the North with economic power was as unexpected. The cut off of North-South logistics was thorough, not just the blockade of the Great River, and the supplies that the North was supposed to want began to stagnate in the South to emit poison. Anything that rots in vain is still fine. The collapse in market prices due to excessive supply only activated consumption initially, after which turmoil swept the south with no escape technique for merchants, rural areas or anyone else. The routine, which was built on the assumption of mass consumption in the north, was destroyed.

Expansion of armaments was not an easy task. The finances, which should have been healthy, deteriorated rapidly in the process of buying up collapsed goods, and we cannot afford to end them because we cannot protect the lives of the people and maintain social order without doing so. Untamo worked out a special economic plan for the other three years in consultation with Nicodemus. Even without a fundamental solution, he tried to get the problem ahead of him until after the civil unrest ended. That should have been enough. An increase in the standing army should have been achieved by spreading military spending.

But injustice spread in the desperation of the steeple. The official economy came to fruition as a nest of corruption with cornered merchants consorting with some officials. The countryside was troubled and the city was full of unnatural vibrancy. It seems that the people of the south were more dreamers than Untamo thought. He was self-centered everywhere without understanding the emergency. Even Untamo felt that the charity of the Church underpinned it. In fact, the church was ever more vigorous after the civil unrest was finalized. The people wanted it, too. The territorial government has lost sight of its distance from the people.

Untamo, who found it difficult to prepare his army, has prepared fifty thousand with a cruel policy and is coming to this meeting. That is, the biased allocation of military funds. It is impossible to push and win enemies with all armies. If that's the case, he split that there's no other way to demonstrate force than to aim for a local victory during the meeting.

The Palvilla Army, which had been deprived of funds, would be miserable. But the pre-agreement protects them. Both wings, which had been given funding, would struggle. But not until we win. The defeat of the South as a whole cannot be avoided, and it is hard to believe that a local victory will be achieved. As it is, justice in the north will change the colour of the kingdom with acceleration. Young and tyrannical reforms will dust the kingdom.

Untamo doesn't approve of that. That is why we work here a death that is not a fashion.

"Hmm... it's not always sweet to win, Marquis Yuriharsilla."

Bowshooting battles with the Peterius Army have finally gained in intensity. Thousands of arrow feathers make the killing rain fall there and here and very loud. It would be even worse if spears were added. Untamo did not, however, lower his pawn. I played the arrow with a razor shield. It is a horse shield carved with the seal of the Marquis Ahmaniemi. Untamo doesn't have a spear. Only proceed with the army with the shield in your right hand and the reins in your left hand.

"My lord! Your ally's right wing...!

"It's too late. I also turned the spare. I hope Uncle Eteramaki will do his duty."

If you look at it, the Peterius army is current. Its formation is typical of thick distribution of spear infantry to the front, with heavy cavalry flying the Count's flag in the rear center and bow infantry taking position in the rear left and right. Though the flags vary and the number of graduates varies by about a thousand, that shows similarities as if they were mirrored with Ahamaniemi's army. It was not expected that there would be a definitive difference, even if it was inferior to the degree of proficiency. The most elite 10,000 are lost by the Imperial Army when they are in the front line and embody the benefits of a regular battlefield.

"Walk faster. Don't poke it down."

The shouts quickly mixed with anger and screams. I'm annoyed that the tall bumps hit my face, and the heaviness of my feet treading on the ground sounds abominable in my lower abdomen. That is the time of the clash. It's as if life plays and flies with every blow to the drums of war. Untamo does not roar or raise. I have nothing to do with it.

"Push it up. Diseases, Don't Break Down"

The spear's reward was aggressive by Ahmaniemi's army. The movement of the Peterius Army is robust but passive. Untamo took that for granted. The northern army employs an oblique formation on its right wing. The aim would be to create a time difference in the clashes and chain the dominance inwards by letting the powerful armies at the edges win first. The Knights of the Sword Horn and the Uliharsilla Army prove it by being located on the edge. The Peterius army doesn't have to rush the battle.

But that is tantamount to indicating the relative weakness of the army itself. It's a gap. If we look to the aftermath of the war, we have to rush here. You can't lose without doing that.

"Center, push"

Untamo pushed the spear infantry further forward and further forward. The first platoon is lined up with ancient Ginseng strongmen among the ranks. Originally we concentrated on the front and back columns where they should be divided. Don't last long. You'll be able to push it in the short run. There will be more damage in front of the strong, but not more damage than paying. We have no choice but to attack.

Untamo thinks that war is won by those who control the ahead and gain momentum. There was no prospect that the southern forces would win this meeting. Or as of three years ago, there was already a window of opportunity that didn't look like Untamo, and the North might have gained its current advantage by holding it down. Is it the East Dragon River in the earth? Is it General Ryu to people? It can't even look like Untamo going to the earth, such as the reason of heaven, and the beginning of defeat is far from certain.

"Left, right, back off"

And this is a civil unrest. It's not a war of aggression, it's not a revolutionary war. North-South claims need a drop point. The next king shall be the third princess, Paulina. Untamo has also admitted it for a long time. Naturally because the winner's side has the right to decide it. But think that the reign shall not be an unlawful passage of speed. That's hard to admit. I can't accept that. That must therefore become a heavy stone.

Another arrow blurred the horse's nose tip while shielding one arrow. Tighten your knees before you start panicking. stroke the horse's neck. Push out the center. None of us are far from breaking through. Looks like the Peterius Army stepped up its offensive with the left and right retreating. The situation went through the next phase. Ahamaniemi's army is about to be pinched inward with a large number of sides. Differences in local power are surfacing. Flying arrows have grown in density and number. Enemy bow infantry is advancing to the left and right to reduce the number of Ahamaniemi troops that will be gathered. I began to hear the cracking sound of the army.

The shape of Untamo appeared exactly as he had thought.

"My lord, it seems to be ready"

"Uhm. Which is more fierce"

"was wondering if the right was the fierce force"

"Mm-hmm. Get in line. It is a horseback assault."

Instruction or no, the heavy cavalry thousand horsemen rearranged as arrows toward the right. There are more untamos than there are in front of that central part, and they still set up their shields on horseback without wavering. Ready promptly with a prompt decree. It is this thousand horsemen, including a multitude of knights, who are the elite of Ahmaniemi's army.

"Scream."

Both the humans and the horses are armed with heavy gear and fast walking through the battlefields where the soldiers make their stabbing choices. If it emerged dignified from that gap, which the right ally had deliberately opened, there would have been a line of enemy soldiers pushed in and disturbed to lead the spear astray. Pushing forward. I immediately waved the sharp edge of the spear, breaking through in one piece with the power of heavy horseback riding. Set aside the local confusion and turn it into a souvenir. The horse's head stays put and dares to storm unstoppable against the enemy bow infantry battalion, which exposes itself to defenselessness in front of him.

"Don't move on. No, don't move on."

For heavy cavalry, such as pedestrians without long spears, it equals wild grasshoppers, and there is no slight difficulty in trampling them. Rather, it even increased the speed at which it proceeded and crushed. Successful horseback assault. Abandon the soldiers who suffer from being poked and trampled, and overlook the soldiers who escape disturbed by the chisels. Slightly slowed the fast walk and adjusted the ranks.

"My lord, this is..."

"Don't move. I knew it."

An open view...... there was a landscape of defeat.

There are three thousand intact Hellevy troops ahead, pointing their spearheads at Untamo and the others. The other side of the Palvilla Army, which was supposed to be in a position to hit that army, was well behind it, and had its sides pointed this way. The movement is dull and stiff. It looks like we're doing the best we can by putting ourselves in shape as an army.

Nor did the right wing of the southern army seem to be disturbed and no longer able to clean up. The Eteramaki Army, the Keimaru Knights, the Eteramaki Light Cavalry and all of the right-wing armies can't hide the state of confusion. But they're turning their backs towards Untamo's side. That means one thing. They were bypassed, flirted, and pulled out of their backs by enemy left-wing light cavalry troops.

Behind it is scattered the defeat of a human horse at the rear for the southern army. Untamo also immediately understood the meaning. It is the defeated figure of two thousand Palvilla Light Cavalry and two thousand Ahmaniemi Light Cavalry that sent him to reinforce the right wing. How much manoeuvre tactics would have torn it apart without even being able to get to the right wing side. Untamo couldn't help but recall the existence that brought that power. Wrinkles between eyebrows.

Marco Hahato.

I knew I was a terrible man. The man who broke the Imperial Army invasion as if he wanted speed in his time, with speed and determination that exceeded it. Untamo thinks he wants to know how many percent of the accidental elements were. If the percentages are high, we'll still be convinced. But if it is low... if it was all done within the plan, Marco Hahato is no longer a demon. That Salomon Hahat may not even extend.

"Are you even saying it's a request of the times... demon man"

Untamo roared in his helmet. It is difficult to accept everywhere a being that breaks and renews everything at high speeds to think that a person's history should be something that flourishes and perishes. Heroes are the things that sparkle in harsh times, but Untamo believes that their glare is sufficient in an instant and must not continue to shine, etc. Because a man cannot live by the standards of a hero.

Fast. Too fast. Untamo should not have felt the thumbnails of the times on this archery plain.

The Cavalry Regiment of Fire has already reached the left wing of the allies, and is about to strike the back of the Kalisalmi Army or the White Wolf Knights as it is. Even a pinch would be extremely harsh. Left-wing bravery will all be in vain, and all we have to do is pray for how far the pre-agreement will be respected.

Defeat comes at once. The Palvilla Army, which was under pressure by the Salmant Army, has already begun to lose. Now that Ahmaniemi's army has protruded the point of Untamo, it seems that the former recruits who can cross spears have collapsed more than the rear. Untamo tolerates that it will be. An enemy cavalry is running in large numbers behind the exit path. It is more unnatural not to be driven by fear.

It was no longer the case. Where the right wing has been rebuilt, the left wing is devastated by then. Any more battles will only add more victims to the prison, and besides, the grievances of the war wounded will rather be directed all the way south. You will suffer the slander of military incompetence. That makes no sense. It will not be one of the heavy stones that will allow us to compromise reform in the north.

"Get in line."

Not enough. If they win vividly, there's no point in meeting. Untamo tied his shield to the saddle. Pull the sword out of the sheath lowered to your hips. After raising the white blade high, he pointed in one direction at the tip. To the left, where the heavy cavalry of the Peterius Army is consolidated.

"This is the end. Each, just don't go straight."

Untamo did not see how many of the thousand rides were falling off. We're going to have a collision between the heavy cavalry. Immediately, misery will appear and swallow people without distinction between him and me. Misery will spread. I needed that. Or is it effective for you to take it all out... Untamo thinks about it with utmost calm.

You must disgrace the young hero. You have to hesitate an old hero.

Even if history filled this civil unrest with a winner's brush with beauty, the fact that many of them dispensed with an army made up of conscript peasants and turned down the life of the Marquis at the hands of their own people would remain harsh. If you are wise, it will be the hindsight that will arise. That's the heavy stone. It's the dirt you need to avoid falling into fundamentalism. It is a moisture that soothes the dust of the times.

How does Uncle Peterius react...... there was movement during Untamo's unexpected uncertainty. From the line of immobile heavy cavalry, just one horseman moves forward and slowly approaches this way. Looks like he's not a messenger from where he has a horse spear in his hand. It doesn't even look like a well-known knight, but it's a lot bigger. Make it a black and white spotted horse, make it a man across, and maybe better than the big, well-known untamo.

"I ha, Oiva Otara ah! Give your sword to Count Eteramaki, make him the fourth son of Alvo Otara, and now he will be named as acting Count Peterius. No!

It was loud. And it is what has named the great position. To the best of Untamo's knowledge, acting for the Count in such circumstances is nothing more than a single role.

"Praise each other for their brave battles, and now here we are, hoping for a single hit!!

After hearing the words, Untamo laughed. I had to laugh bitterly. Because you can't fail to respond. If you do not respond, you will lessen your countenance, and hence the Marquis himself will harm the authority of the kingdom. If that's the ally of one of the civil strife, it's even worse. Whatever you claim about succession to the throne, you'll have an ass in everything. A bitter laugh.

No way, at the end of the day, I didn't know this one would embarrass the speed.

Untamo mocked himself in his heart and looked around. Whatever it is, it is an honorable stage. I have to set up a surrogate. Now the steps of the heavy cavalry have also stopped, and many have raised the face covering of their helmets to express their expressions of excitement. Everyone strongly hopes to be named. There are silent candidates lined up.

If you had seen far away, the meeting had already ended the battle. Apparently, no blackmail was carried out. Troops in the south have either been defeated or disarmed as light cavalry in the north, including firefights, rush to organize themselves. The agreement seems to be respected. I can't even see rough treatment without pursuit.

This was the only battlefield I realized. Untamo looked up to heaven unexpectedly. Again, this bow plain didn't seem symbolic. I think of my age. Previously…… it was no longer felt like it was ever.

Shall we at least show the will of the old? Untamo thought so, so he nominated one of the old strong men from among the heavy cavalry. He is a man in common with Untamo in that he is stubborn, unaccommodating and atrophies his family. There are others who are stronger, but he was the one who seemed worthy to represent Untamo Ahamaniemi.

"Are you ready, Four Boys! Get on a horse like a big tit beast!

"That's a lot of calling! Don't complain if they break your polished armor!

Untamo laid down his sword, watching a refreshing spear reward somehow even as he conceived the killing. It was thought that there would be no more pulling it out. I don't know if it's on the horse or today.

But civil unrest unfolds far behind his expectations.

It happened in the western part of Bow Zhangwon and slightly more in front of the western part of the border where the north-south leadership confronted each other. A group of horseback riders appeared without any prior notice, crossing the border northward, killing the villages and continuing to run. barbarity. It was outrageous enough to make pre-agreement and other meaningless.

The group of horseback riders was led by a ship-eyed woman and a masked knight.