Fly the Flag of Fire!

In a cool breeze on the mask, Gilly was enjoying the ride. It is a march of light cavalry consisting of three thousand horsemen. There are enemies to bump into. Without them, the longitudinally stretched group is a long distance from each horse, not as cramped but as wide in sight as it is located in them. It has a strange charm: the world you see from it is both nostalgic and fresh.

The meadows wither and wander loosely in the earthly colors, and the dotted trees delude the ups and downs like crowds of clouds, continuing far and away. Is it foggy? The other side is more inviting because it is obscure disappearing. I want to rush to the back of it. If you look at your feet, there are all kinds of rocks, and if you look up at the sky, cloudy weather hides blue and makes you even predict rain, but those things don't let Gilly down. Because I know that's what it is. I only do it in fantasies such as meadows that are just beautiful and easy to run. Somehow I am so convinced.

His face toward the right rear was an unexplainable sensation, even for Gilly.

Is it heat? Something, indistinguishable by emotional liking and evil, that could be anxiety or expectation, dyed his heart in Russia and taught Gilly the change of circumstances with a slightly increasing heartbeat. I had a feeling something was going to happen that I was sorry.

I can't see it. Just as nervous when armed and on the battlefield. It's very different from everyday life where you can go about everything with inertia. Bluntness kills warriors. That's the kind of air I breathe.

Was it the one that unleashed the scourge for now... Gilly took her hand off the reins in order to order it with a hand signal to one of the hundreds of rides she could free. I lifted my left hand with a familiar hand, but for a few moments to roam, I unloaded it without showing anything and re-gripped the reins. There are no subordinates who would question it or be anxious about it. Pale and cold men follow Gilly and run. Still, the strange gaze was still gathering. Send a hand signal to maintain the status quo again. Gilly looked forward to the group as she sent them.

It is the margareta that commands this three thousand horsemen.

She is the second princess of the Kingdom of Asuria, yet a woman who has lost many privileges, including the right to inherit the throne. I spent the last three years training military personnel to live a life that corresponded to the time I decided to settle for youth hiding without being there, and now I am at the head of the 3,000 horsemen as the general of the ship's eyes. It is not a decoration. Either way, it is clear that immature possesses the military talent of something, whose talent blossoms greatly with Gilly's training.

What's missing is experience in action. From what Gilly has seen, she is far too prepared and temperamental, and the effort required is always paid for and not neglected. All you have to do is actually fight. It seemed to me that would be enough to make a considerable warlord.

Her hands went up.

What is shown is a change of course. Apparently, they identified the northern limit of the Uliharsila territorial invasion as around here. Far from the realm already. The village did not have time to plunder sufficiently, although it was baked, so it could be considered a reasonable decision from the food it carried. If we go a little further now, there will be another village, but it is the pinnacle of stupidity if the means and the ends are reversed. He doesn't seem to take a break from parking his horse, and Gilly considers it the right decision. This is an enemy land, and the status quo is three thousand horsemen of the lone army. It's safer to go back a little bit, albeit far from enemy power.

"Well, I wonder what will happen"

Gilly followed the instructions solemnly, now turning to the left. The odd feeling is that I've already left and I can't see anything from looking over there. But at the end of the horizon, there is the land of the North-South tournament, Bow Zhangwon, so let's take a look at the approximate idea. This one is bothering to burn the house down and raising the wolf smoke flashly. If you don't give me one of your favorites, I won't be fit for work.

It's a bonfire, this. The aim is to manifest the political chaos caused by violence by force disrupting the well-behaved wars that have been arranged to an end. Fine logic and big names are something you can come up with later if you win, and if you lose, you don't have to think about it. From the first place, Gilly learns that the proponents of the plan don't even value southern victories. Even if you don't know as one of the three southern uncles, only Gilly will know that.

Margarita only thinks of killing Marco Hahato. The rest is over. It is only necessary or not to kill Marco Hahato. She is so thoughtful. The three years leading up to today were a period for polishing that life as a blade for hero killing.

I have only cooperated with the part about how, not with Gilly, such as why I intend to ask. The horse fitted inside. Margarita showed her eye-catching thoughts in creating the situation, and Gilly showed her insight in completing the details. One hero... the tactic to kill a man who specializes in manoeuvre combat was somehow gushing from Gilly's brain. Those, surprised by Gilly herself who preached them, also served a great deal as an education to margaretas. Though the conclusion was that killing in five minutes was predictable to be difficult.

"Marco... Marco Hahato... General Hahato"

I try to move my mouth without speaking up. Repeat the name of the man. Since Gilly doesn't have any previous memories of waking up in the dungeon, she can't tell if she was ever involved with the man. I live in a mood that no longer spares or suspicions about it, but nevertheless felt like a strange and heartfelt name. If you tasted the feel of a man on the tip of a spear, I faintly wonder if there is another wonder. I was confident that the other person would use the spear again.

Now, it is a horseback riding march of three thousand horsemen who still do not fly the flag. In the wind stroking her cheeks, Gilly doesn't remember the moment of comfort. I don't know anything about the past. On my body, but I thought it was light-hearted and pleasant to be transparent in the wind as it was. The world you see through the mask is easy to grasp and light.

How long have you been running since you turned direction? After several breaks, under cloudy weather approaching dim darkness, the margareta hand signal has ordered us to line up. It's still far from where it's supposed to be, but Gilly figured that would have made the acumen of those who go at the head of the group perceive something. In the direction of progression, the fields of dead grass continue, but there are many scattered forests, and the rocks are there again. Is it something that narrows the line because you hate the difficulty of running?

No, you're not. Enemy. This is a prep to move into combat.

Gilly admitted a sway of branched leaves that was not caused by the wind in a far, dense area of the trees. There is an army. Moreover, if the forest is chosen, the maximum number is expected to be considerable. The position is also troublesome. Is it the Uliharsila army? Why are you lying there? Or another army. What's the point of being here, for example? Gilly instantly considered many, and distorted the edge of her mouth.

Come on, what do we do, Margarita? How are you gonna let me fight this?

Gilly will never come forward in this operation. He leads only the hundred horsemen under his direct command, assists the remaining two thousand and nine hundred horsemen in battle and becomes a Superior Warrior, and moves freely. This is the first line of margaretas and part of the smelting. There is danger, but if there is a woman here to the point of misjudging and killing her, then that is all she has to say. How can a hero never get a blade where he helped?

There is no danger. Even if it's somewhat unexpected, the situation can't be disadvantaged. From the south, three thousand Eteramaki and five thousand Kalisalmi forces should be exerting pressure against the five thousand Uliharsila troops who will be garrisoned with temporary fortifications on the western border. Since Gilly and the other three thousand horsemen are approaching from the north side behind them, the best case scenario is that they can double and use extra force to besiege the Uliharsila Army. The distance will not be easy for the army to reach as it progressed from the eastern archery plain.

The scouts were unleashed, but Gilly giggled like that. Forty sets of three horsemen at a time, and two platoons at a time. It is fantastic to have the number of platoons run radially in the direction of travel. The main force seems to lurk in the woods in the back, causing the surrounding trees to look for something to do as well. It's not like I'm going to hide this one. In other words, it is based on the decision that Lin's force is an ambush aimed at this one. Gilly agrees.

Slow down and head to the woods. Often, apparently, there are no other ambushes around. So I wondered if I would return the scouts, and Margarita let the two platoons run straight around the woods in the back. That's more of a provocation than a reconnaissance. Besides, I even have an extra platoon ready. There are also instructions for oil and fire. If there's no movement in the woods, I guess you're going to set fire to it. Feeling the personality of the margareta there, Gilly narrowed her eyes on the back of the mask. Distorted skin attracts cramps.

Margaritas are strong. She lives her own world and doesn't need understanding or empathy from others while using others as pawns. So sparingly resolute. Depending on what you see, that could be heroic qualities. Because it is powerful beyond good and evil. Regardless of Gilly and Hundred Horsemen, for them it was as if they had taken the villages where their compatriots lived and let them kill and burn them without any discretion. Gilly thinks it's quite spectacular, even though it lives in a different law from the ruler and the ruler. The perception that every act is justified and justified for one's own purposes is already strong on its own.

Sora, even if inspired by its power, soldiers sprang up and came out.

The size of that army's force, which showed up shooting arrows from the woods and making a neat formation, was a near-surprising view of Gilly's maximum number in anticipation. With the forest on his back, he formed a strong formation as if he were a man and a spear fortress, with a thousand cross rows of spear infantry in the front, and a thousand in the vertical rows on the left and right as well. Inside it are bow infantry lined up five hundred left and five hundred right, and in the center there are about five hundred heavy cavalry.

Altogether, the armed groups, amounting to about four thousand and five hundred, were grand enough to fly the military flag and show who they were. After all, they are the Uliharsila army, whether they see it or why. It appears from the numbers that the army was stationed on the western border, but Gilly was unable to deduce the wonder it was here.

Waiting for the scouts to return, Margarita's hand stretched sharply. We asked Gilly and the others to take a fighting stance. That hand with long fingers continues to take several forms, but it is an order to form a designated line. The three thousand horsemen were divided into two teams of one thousand and five hundred. Margarita led the right squad and Gilly was placed at the end of that squad.

"Phew... there you are"

Leaking a laugh, Gilly is a boost to her warfare on horseback. This is one of the various methods of warfare that we have settled in our training, a substitute for attacking a stubborn enemy. Especially effective when it is difficult to retrieve the back even with manoeuvre. In the present case, it is a reasonable and appropriate choice because the enemy has the forest on his back, but Gilly was delighted to see another reason there.

"Are you gonna try me, Margarita?"

The disease began.

Each of the two teams is on a path to the corner of the enemy. The enemy's response did not go beyond fine-tuning, with slight left and right columns stretched to reinforce the front. Gilly saw there the high degree of skill of the Uliharsilla Army. Among the small movements is also the refinement of collective action, a law that does not float soldiers in front of cavalry assaults. There is no such thing as being triggered by enemy action to expose the gap.

But he is still a good fighter because he lets it collapse. The tactics of practice assume such a situation and unlock it with the tactics of Baicheng.

The left squad slowed down and the right squad, including Margarita and Gilly, accelerated. In time for the arrows to fly, they changed rapidly. Left. Take what was supposed to hit the left corner of the enemy to the right corner. The orbit of a thousand and five hundred horsemen arced in a large and opposite direction, deviating. It's a manoeuvre that blurs the spear. Moreover, it is the highest speed that can be put out. I wonder if the spear-bearing infantry was exposed to all the noise and wind or even heat. That can't help but hunch people's instincts for death. I can't help but invite my gaze and turn my back on the war.

So there will be gaps.

"Shout!"

It was precisely at the rear of the right squad's rush to the right of the enemy that Gilly and the hundred horsemen left the thousand and five hundred horsemen. The wind of horseback riding stroked the disturbed gap of the horseback to spot the gap of the moment. The right squad was nothing but a positive move for this, except for Gilly and the others.

I avoided the tip. Kicked the soldiers. Wear a line of spear infantry by striking a wedge into the wall. Surrounded by enemies and disturbing them, for a few moments, Gilly exchanged instant calls in the dead.

"We're out!

He gave up breaking through the front row of the enemy. Strong. This horizontal row is well crafted. And it responds quickly. The longitudinal spear infantry, peeking ahead of the enemy soldiers, is beginning to move as quickly as possible to seal up Gilly and the others. Gilly quickened that she couldn't afford to ravage the bow infantry just as she broke through the front row. We have access to the woods, but there is an unknown danger. We should have left here shallow but early.

As Gilly turned that horse's head to the right, a horde of horseback riding entered the rear with a shout. It's the left squad. Gilly and the others rushed, disturbed and spread. A thousand and five hundred horsemen attacked there by a time difference. Originally, it would stir up the inside of a harder formation behind its back, but it still seems that the enemy infantry is also mounting a certain response to the succession. Gilly felt something cold in her spine. And I tasted it. I enjoyed it. I was excited.

Several times an enemy blade touched his toenail, countless times an enemy soldier's body hit a horse, and at the end of the day, even throwing a spear without his body, Gilly succeeded in pushing through the columns to the left of the enemy. Drive straight forward to open the distance. If you look back, there are hundreds of rides that have fallen out as well. No, a few rides were missing. It would have been helpful if he had fallen, but he would have fought hard enough as a foot soldier before he died... without a hint of pity Gilly thinks so. Hundreds of horsemen are like that. Those are the only ones.

Then the left squad comes out toward Gilly again. Again, the breakthrough didn't seem to materialize. Would it have damaged more than a hundred rides? The ratio of damage would have been advantageous here, but it is clear that it has been sharpened, and that tells the story of the strength of the enemy forces. Though it was better than the number of soldiers, it felt definite strength where it was woken up and not broken down.

Gilly rendezvoused in the form of pulling the left squad and swirled straight out to the right, out of the range of the bow and arrow. If you see the enemy forward to the right again, you can see how it is reconstructing its strength. I can't say I'm clumsy and stubborn, but I'm sure it's a gall sitting attitude, which conveys a temper to try again if you can. And it was thought that the same hand would never get through again. There's something about the feeling that went into it that informed Gilly. This army is probably quite well trained against light cavalry. If the archery was to concentrate a little more accurately now, it might have been frustrated by the earlier entry.

"... it's a tactic of war like I've seen somewhere."

Finishing his assessment of the enemy by then, Gilly turned her consciousness to a herd of horseback riders rushing this way from the front left. It is a right squad led by margaretas. Depending on how Gilly and the others hit the left squad, they were supposed to go in, too, just to stop. Judging by the circumstances, you are right to just swirl. Margarita's tactical eye is not cloudy or sharp in action.

Combat aborted. Join us and leave the scene.

Returning one nod against those intentions conveyed by the hand signal, the two squadrons were mistaken. It was with alternating mobility that it carried its enemies, retrieving as many allies as it could collect in the meantime, and eventually drove away to the southeast. By Gilly's reckoning, this damage was thought to be in the vicinity of a hundred or so rides, and enemy damage was thought to be between three and five times that damage. It was just a one-hit result, no win or loss, but Gilly rated the outcome as a bad one.

Margaritas can fight. He's already outstanding as a general, but his tactical command capabilities are still growing. That's all Gilly wanted to confirm. The rest is for another man to think, and there is no need for a man without a mask to haunt his head with four or five. Gilly is allowed to be as light and light as the wind. That's the kind of blessing I get.

Run for the realm.

Finally getting the rain that came down on me on the shoulder of my battle jacket. The mask provides unexpected cold protection. I wonder what the allies of the West were doing with eight thousand troops. Even if we were to rendezvous, it would be in Kalisalmi territory, but I was a little interested in how Margarita would evaluate them and what would turn them down. Her speaking power is absolute against Uncle Eteramaki. Given the reason, it was a landscape that entertained Gilly inside.

Was the recap alarming? At the next moment, Gilly had goosebumps all over her body.

Another hunch came abruptly. Shocked as if he had been pressed into the fire on his left cheek, Gilly accidentally lowered her hips on the horse. Explore the cause with open eyes. The uneven landscape, where rocks and cliffs are also visible with many high and low differences, is smoking in the rain. Where. From where. I'm losing my spear. I think of the sword on my hips.

He was there. It carried a rain cloud with the rocky skin of a chopped cliff underfoot, as if it were a woodland of martial arts, and arranged the rides widely. That number exceeds a thousand even if it is just visible. But I guess the total number is three thousand. Gilly finds out about it. No, I don't know their martial names.

The flag flying also looks like the flame itself in the distance… it is a cavalry of fire.

The margarator seemed to have noticed that as well, and even as he ran, he was instructed to line up and prepare for change. The path remains the same. We're going to keep passing while we're on guard. Gilly thinks that's a good decision. This is not the place to hit that foe in distress. It's not telling us what the situation is on the western border, and it's unclear how the great army of Bow Zhangwon moved. That alone is good reason to avoid fighting, but there were some serious facts about nothing.

I can't win, now.

If you analyze Gilly's knowledge and identify it in conjunction with her intuition as a warrior who's bragging on her chest, the current power won't give her a chance to win the Cavalry of Fire. Especially the encounter sucks. It lacks something to determine victory, even if it could be antagonized in a manoeuvred battle. Not to mention close to impossible beyond any difficulty, such as discussing Marco Hahato. I can only imagine the end of being run away by fate where I behaved heavily in sacrifice.

The flames shook. On a cliff that I couldn't help but notice, a flame of martial arts that never disappeared into the rain... its flag, overwhelming as if to overwhelm the beholder and burn his soul, shook wide left and right. What it means is provocation. Or is it even a greeting? Gilly forgot the rain in her eyes, not a single blink, and saw it in. The darkness grew thicker and everything was trying to seep into the darkness, and it just seemed to glow.

The storm made a strong noise and Gilly noticed that her army's flag was flying. That was amazing. This intrusion is an operation to lay low your affiliation. Even though it was Margarita herself who explained that she would do so to amplify the confusion, now she had her flag waved as a payback. Make sure you boast of your own existence to the enemy you should defeat. Be terribly close, make love.

The flag is waved. White and half moon shines in black monochrome It's a black night one moon military flag.

In the south, this armed group, also known as the "Cold Moon” Cavalry Regiment, is the Second Princess SS of the Kingdom of Assyria, if it has retained its existential significance. The army is only there for Margarita, which was achieved with the full support of Uncle Eteramaki.

This encounter must have happened in such a way that it happened. Gilly looked at each of the two flags. I think they're both heroic flags. The more intense a hero named Marco Hahato, the more powerful he who lives only to discuss it will also be. It would go beyond the usual. That must still be a hero.

Away. Flags and flags are kept away from each other by only acknowledging their existence, blocked by the drainage of rain. We'll see each other again soon. Gilly thinks she wants to have a spear then. It's bound to be an intense encounter. It will be great. My cheeks are cramped. A grin comes to mind.

"It's a delightful world. It's worth living for."

Gilly, the masked one, grumbled so much at his beloved horse that he ran south through the realm.