Fly the Flag of Fire!

Run.

Running south like a disease, the enemies you find will be slaughtered and the supplies you find will be taken.

"Wow, there's got to be a village that's the size there across those woods. We're going to the strong side!

If Kuster said so, the voice of the thousand horsemen who will call again is also a sign of heartless or savage. I captured the village in my sight. There are no enemy shadows around. If so, it will only make a central breakthrough through through the village with the colour of violence.

"Hey, hey! It's the Cavalry of Fire from the North! What's up, what's up! I'll give the challenger a spear! Don't hesitate! Call me. Call me!

None of the village's defenses. No fences, no vigilantes. It even looks like round-naked livestock from Kuster, who has been running horse thieves in the north for a long time.

The villagers are rats. Scared to flee into the nest, or faint on the spot for fear, or in any case no one with strength in their ankles. I felt sorry for him.

"If no one calls, we'll get a little tax. It's the price of peace. Don't feel bad!

The horse proceeded to the collection, where it had not even concealed its position, and broke the door to bring out flour, firewood, etc. Supplies for eight to ten days shall be distributed to each rider. If you hold it any longer, it will impair mobility, so leave the rest as it is.

Based on the number of houses, it is determined that there is no obstacle to crossing the winter even with a few hiccups. Water is also replenished. No matter, I don't throw poison or anything.

"No! Thank you for paying your taxes! You'll have to recruit a brave man by the time you get here!

Left scattered yelling and scattered, Kuster and the other thousand horsemen left the village. No one comes after me, no one comes out to see what's going on. If you see that, you can also leak a sigh.

I don't think he may understand the reality that he was raided. I'm sorry if it's a real raid.

"Ma, okay. Then we'll cross the border again. To Kalisarumi territory."

Thousand riders turn their horse heads northeast and gently go to the enemy land.

This is Count Eteramaki territory. It is the southernmost realm of the Kingdom of Aslia and a land that has never experienced the ravages of enemy soldiers and horses. Step through that soft soil.

It was easy. The southern territories may be in the middle of mayhem everywhere, or you may be able to reach the southern tip and the Cape with only a thousand rides.

Kuster immediately discarded that little thought. Forgive me for approaching the Holy Grail.

No resistance has been organized anywhere. Both the Kalisalmi and the Eteramaki territories are completely out of control by the military. I can't even get a chase out for the Raiders.

It is the same thing because the brave men and the brave men cannot fight without supplies. If you get stuck, you're expected to run for loot even on allied territory, but now that you've overturned the premise of a guerrilla operation, if you do that, confusion without enemy allies will only expand.

Currently, an army called the Southern Army is concentrated on both sides of the East Dragon River.

They scratched me.

Because of the fear of destroying the South if we do not do so, both the armies to hide and the armies to scatter are all brought to bear in the Great River.

It's a big convoy.

Because a large convoy of 55 large ships headed south on the East Dragon River.

The flags flying are the white-class flags of the Uliharsilla Army, the Salmant Army, the Peterius Army, the Herevi Army and the Third Princess SS.

It's a southbound route by the Great Northern Army.

With no one to hold onto much beauty, the large convoy passed through Ahamaniemi territory via the Archery Plains. And they invaded the shores of the southeastern Parvilla territory of the kingdom where the horses had not set foot.

The land front was greatly disturbed. Kuster is slightly sympathetic that it will be. It is the front line with the back. If you get hit there, the soldiers lose their foothold.

Moreover, it is a great scam.

Even though the information on the contents of the fifty-five ships is mixed, the general of the Bow Zhangyuan position has not boarded as one soldier, nor has the remainder of the Hellevy army or the front-line second-line army of the warnings of the wreck plains moved from its original position.

It's just three thousand.

Fifty simple assembled large ships are just ornaments, and in fact there are only three thousand SS units on the five military ships.

I can easily imagine Kuster smiling at SS Captain Acceli. That man would be making more use of fifty-five ships than necessary and gathering the ears and eyes of his enemies. No, I might go further and even make some war work. That's about as good a man as you are.

But the army in the south runs a lot, and the north attacks by choosing a gap full of them.

The vanguard is the Cavalry of Fire. He broke into Kalisalmi territory like lightning from the westernmost end of the front, destroying the wary enemy troops. No, no, no, no, no. He split the three thousand horsemen into three parts and ran greatly.

The thousand horsemen, led by Kuster, went all the way south for the Eteramaki realm at once, and without any help succeeded in doing so. Kuster even felt like he was back to being a horse thief.

In turn, the troops in the north would be heading south. Departures from the Bow Zhangwon Grand Position coincide with the carriage north of the Grand Fleet.

The south missaw the location of the great army. I would be greatly disturbed and no longer even be able to resist properly.

It was Marco's ruse.

"We will make the whole of the south a battlefield. I won't make you think of the war as someone else's human resource. You make the next blow to the cracked routine with the economic blockade. There's no need for any help. So it's finally half. Even then, the southern temperatures will continue to allow people to dream. You will be confused by drunken dreams that use other powers to fulfill your aspirations. I trample on it. What, it's just about putting cold water on a drunk. I'm not gonna die."

Which neighborhood will he be running around right now? Kuster thought of his Lord as he ate on the horse.

Roasting is a substitute for cooking heavy flour in salted water as a bar. I can make it anywhere, it's easy to carry, and it's a good belly. Plus dried meat and stir-fried beans would suffice.

It's second to none in terms of deliciousness, but it's quite possible that these kinds of meals also have a unique taste. The sky and hyenas make their tongues simple.

Marco and Gikilosa each run under the sky without leading a thousand rides.

The rendezvous point is fixed in Kalisalmi territory, and the days of assembly are set, so it can be imagined for the general position. Kuster was only worried about the late ginseng. If I'm safe, there's no way I'm safe with those two.

There was only one thing I had to worry about. That's something we don't know where that enemy army is.

A black, white, half-moon military flag confirmed in the night rain... is the cavalry regiment of the cold moon that the second princess will be forthright. It is an army of only elite light cavalry consisting of three thousand horsemen.

Like Kuster and the others, he was embarrassed, but in this mayhem, information from the enemy is complicated and we don't know where to find him. Even if you encounter it, you only strike one hand in the run, but it doesn't change that you are the one that deserves the most attention right now.

"I don't know because there were signs of disgust in that army... how creepy no"

The water also dried up, and a few nights after the ride, Kuster entered Kalisalmi territory again. Again, there is no appearance of enemy forces coming out to intercept. I guess there's nothing I can do about this one because the big army will be heading south from Bow Zhangwon already.

The defenselessness of the villages is such a pity. But intimidation and seizure is Kuster's task.

"Okay, shall we go rough again? But don't be alarmed. It's the wrong place, I'm back. If the enemy has more than that, then there's one trick."

If he had approached the village, he would not have lived the daily life.

It had already been vandalized.

Though it is the fire that hasn't been unleashed, the trail of looting is not the same as that of Kuster and the others who behaved well. There were traces of no remnants there. From the number of bodies, not all of them seem to have been killed, but not a grain of food over winter in the Zao, and the village was known to have been abandoned.

Kuster saw it as looting by the army.

The hooves of a military horse are razing the ground. Many of the bodies are speared. The ability to carry all the supplies away is due to waste. Or maybe he forced the villagers into expropriation.

"... Shit! This is what happens because I use Everian mercenaries. Chest Shit Evil No."

Kuster tongued sharply, acknowledging the imperial spelling graffiti on the wall of the house that became the scene of the tragic murder.

It was something that could have happened, but it was quick and thorough. This may not have happened naturally.

That black-and-white flag was once again blinding behind Kuster's brain. An ominous flag. I have the impression of spreading misfortune around me.

Hurry to the assembly point.

Thousand horsemen ran as they unleashed their scouts around them.

Enemy troops have already left the banks of the Great River. The question is whether there is control.

If it seems to be looting disorderly, it will not be far from being fought between the enemy forces. If it's going to be a confrontation between the Asians and the Everians, it's the easiest structure to understand.

But if you systematically crushed the village, it's extremely dangerous.

The enemy will be trying to exchange something that doesn't mind shaping. Try to make sure the stranded rat exhibits more madness than his body, and he may come out of the ordinary orbit to behave.

Often northbound, dust from horseback riding groups was seen as cloudy weather dripping heavily in the cold rain.

Kuster whistled a little more than his pocket whistle in his mouth as he moved the line into a combat posture. I won't let the flag rise. Gaze at each other and gaze at each other.

The horseback riding group is a total light cavalry from speed, and its running direction is towards Kuster and the others. There are signs of ferocity.

Feeling his heart or hips pulling, Kuster whistled. Blow one long, then blow briefly three times twice.

The response came with the sound of a whistle as well. Kuster let the flag rise with a agile hand signal and let it wave. A flag of the same colour is waved over there as well.

It is a cavalry of fire. The number is a thousand rides. Kuster also seemed to know who he was leading.

"Thank you for running away! Report the damage and the consequences!

A general at the head of a thousand horsemen who shows Rin Hoo of beauty like a spirit of war on horseback...... it is Jikilrosa.

"No damage! Three enemy platoons and eight villages! Among them, there are five villages in Eteramaki territory!

It was reported with his spine stretched out, loud, mouth wide open. I was and still am forced to be nervous about this girl.

Especially not during the military. If we take it in a weirdly shattered manner, we can experience a good, iron fist, or worse, a sword spear, something of a military discipline.

"Well, inside. But whatever the three platoons are, why are they all villages? There would have been a town."

"Uh... no, it's a light cavalry gear over here, and with a focus on speed, I was wondering if we should avoid the town..."

"He's the same guy who says small things about butthole. I've dropped it, like two towns."

"Ugh."

The Cavalry Regiment of Fire, which became two thousand horsemen, will very naturally be at the command of Gikilrosa, proceeding to the confluence point.

Kuster didn't deny it. It stands no different than it did in the days of the Salomon army. How effective has this vision been with this feeling? Bite the laughter in.

The past, which should have been lost, is now standing with more radiance. Unexpectedly painful as life.

After about two breaks, the rain grains finally began to fall. Encourage horses. I let him work for a long time, albeit still.

Whether it wasn't as burdensome as taking combat manoeuvres because of the few opportunities, Kuster liked to see the horses play relaxed in the pasture. My eyes drop to eating grass sloppily, and when I see myself rolling into mud like a child, I want to play with them.

Kuster loves this beautiful creature that makes him a samurai on horseback. I get bitten a lot.

But two thousand rides go on.

Spending a rainy night in the woods, by the time I was sure of today's sunny weather east of the morning burn, a new thousand horsemen appeared against the backdrop of the rising winter sun.

There exists a man who fills all the “hunches” that Kuster can feel, letting the ninety-nine horsemen of red cloth samurai near his side, as if to bring light and heat to a cold field.

Big.

Being nearby is overwhelming, but its immensity attracts Kuster over and over again when we meet again at a distance and time.

"Everyone, Daiichi! Rendezvous under my flag!

Marco's voice rings strangely. Light the hearers' breasts.

And he braved his reply, and gathered here three thousand horsemen of the Cavalry of Fire.

"From this our regiment will head northwest and rendezvous with twelve thousand friends. Watch out for enemy scouts on the road. There can be ambushes. Expect each unchanged struggle. Progress!"

Under the first decree, 3,000 horsemen also renewed their formation and began marching.

Kuster felt something like an exaltation going across the board.

Again, no. This great cavalry demonstrates its command under Marco's command. I think Kuster himself has forgotten his fatigue and scratched his spear.

Simple meals that followed are even more delicious. This is it. It tastes so good to eat in hiding.

"Whoa, are you happy too? All my people are safe."

Feeling the strength of the leap under her crotch, Kuster stroked her hyena's neck.

The real battle is coming.

I'm sure I'll be able to do enough for myself and my horse. You will fight to the battle and taste the victory. That's what makes me believe. Kuster can be brave under the Lord. Lighten up.

Run. It's on enemy land, without some finesse, but rather sharpen the martial arts, and go.

View flag. The proud flag that makes me fight myself as a samurai... fills my sight with a freshly raised firecracker flag.

Kuster didn't even hide his grin.

Be sure that this face, which will be fierce, is your main source.