Hakai no Miko

The Zoans were carrying out a large quantity of food that had been piled inside the camp's warehouse. The food that had been stored up in advance for the forthcoming reinforcements was a delightful loot for the Zoans, who were losing food over the winter.

"With all this food, we're going to be able to get past winter"

"Right. But do we need to go out of our way to carry him to the safe house?

He asked his compatriots next door, bearing a bag of cereal on his shoulder.

The Zoans initially thought they would move to the village they took back and wait for the human army there. Then we should rather bring food, fuel, weapons, etc. from the safe house to the village. But what they were told was to take them from the village to the lair.

"They say humans are coming right here, so why don't we just pull them off and run further into the back of the mountain?

For a long time there was talk of abandoning the present lair and fleeing further into the back of the mountain. I couldn't do that because I was losing food over the winter. But now that we've got just enough to make up for the food we've lost, it's a story that could be enough.

"With that said, the others were sent to the mountains to prepare for the winter cage."

Apart from ourselves, we thought of our compatriots who went into the mountains and said:

"But that human kid says he's going to get rid of the people who are coming."

Besides, Zoan and the others on the spot uniformly wrinkled their noses and made a difficult face.

Surely the Ethereal Horse was right to strike at night and take this village back. But the next opponent is the army. Even if a night raid succeeds like this one, the raid is bound to fall off where it killed dozens of people at best. It was visible from that moment on that it would be a desperate situation of being surrounded by hundreds of enemies in the middle of the enemy formation.

"What the hell is that kid thinking...?

The question of the compatriots, who squealed just after seeing the back of the Ethereal Horse, who was called by Shemr to run to one of the warehouses, was something shared by all the compatriots on the spot.

The Ethereal Horse, not knowing he was being turned back with such a gaze, was pleased with the report that what he was looking for had been found.

"Good! I thought there was, but now I can do it."

Shemr, who guided the Ethereal Horse to a small warehouse built away from the other house, leaned his neck strangely.

"I found what I was told, is this okay?

When I sprinkle the fur that was covering the entrance to the warehouse, it smells strong. That was a lot different than what the Ethereal Horse knew, but if used in the same way, there would be no problem.

"Yeah! Be careful and keep this out!

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The Ethereal Horse stood on a mountain road a little down from the camp.

Last night, when I thought about how I would repel the 800 soldiers who would attack me, the first thing I came up with was here.

Japan can be said to have little to do with war, but that is only true.

In subcultures such as comics and cartoons and light novels and games, all wars, from ancient times to the Middle Ages to modern times, are covered. That's all there is to it, the more the foreigner sees that there is no moderation.

Ethereal horses have learned about the military laws of the Three Kingdoms in comics, seen how Japanese warlords fought in cartoons, learned ancient Mediterranean tactics in light novels, and led modern armies in games to fight.

They are only, virtually.

But at the same time it's virtual, not at all fictional. It was made over thousands of years, based on the knowledge and experience of battle that mankind has learned with yet another blood and life spent.

And this mountain path, I learned in a famous comic book, fitted perfectly with the terms of a certain ploy.

The Ethereal Horse thought this was the only way to get rid of the enemy's army in small numbers.

But the problem is that the Ethereal Horse only knows, as knowledge, that this place fits the terms of the ploy.

Cartoons only depict the results of successful measures. It doesn't even depict what you prepared or how you prepared it to do it.

Also, even if you actually knew that, however much this place fits the criteria, it doesn't mean it's exactly the same as in the comics. In keeping with this occasion, what needs to be prepared and what needs to be done changes. For this reason, it will be necessary to make up for what you prepare or modify what you do.

But Aoima, as Garam put it, has no experience at all necessary to implement the measures on an ad hoc basis.

Then what do we do?

If you don't have experience, you just have to imagine.

What does it take to do that? What am I supposed to do? What happens? What am I supposed to do then? I can only imagine everything.

First, Aoima walks out of the mountain path towards the camp.

"Imagine! I'm a soldier. We've got a lot of company around!

Tell yourself strongly and walk footsteps high down the mountain path.

And look at the camp and do a surprising trick. Then I looked at the forest on my left and still did a surprising trick.

"Come on, what do we do from here?

The Ethereal Horse looks around and then runs up the slope of his right hand. The slope was steep, but it ran up to about half way. Stay on the spot and think with a difficult face.

"You need a trick over here, too."

Back to the mountain path with that said, we do a surprising trick again in the order of the camp and the woods, and now we look up at the slopes and do a surprising trick even more.

Then he began to turn right and left on the spot on his own, looking around meticulously.

"What do we do next? What do we do?"

I could hear the sound of a river flowing across the woods in the ears of a pale horse spilling such a solitary.

"The river!

To put it that way, all of a sudden the Ethereal Horse runs out to the woods. He rushed out so fast that he ran through the woods as he was about to be taken off his feet along the way, he went out to the river plains.

The Ethereal Horse looks down at the stream of the river, where the rapids have shredded the earth and become more like a valley than he thought, before staring across the shore. The river is surprisingly narrow, but the river plains are narrow to help out, and given the depth of the valley, it won't kill you if you fall, but it's a reluctant distance to jump across the shore.

"All right!"

Shemr and the young Zoan warrior stared at such a pale horse.

"Your son, has he gone mad?

If you look at it from earlier, it is the oddity of an Ethereal Horse that you can't help but say so.

I just can't find the words to defend it,

"I think Soma has an idea. Yeah......"

and was a shemur who would become a badly toothed word.

"Shemr! Just fine"

The Ethereal Horse, unaware that such an exchange had taken place, ran over with a delightful face when he noticed the Shemls.

"As soon as possible, I want you to make it and I want you to do it!

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"Hey, is this what holes are for?

That's what one Zoan, who was digging holes with a stick, said in the woods beside the mountain path.

"Isn't that something? That human lad says it doesn't have to be that deep. It's about as deep as a shin."

"But I don't know. What is this hole?

Tilt your neck as you stick one foot into the hole to see the depth. Everyone has no idea what they're going to use to dig so many holes that one foot goes in like this.

"I don't know. Anyway, I'm telling you to dig a bunch in the woods."

"Hurry up. When this is over, now we'll be transporting stones from the river plains."

"Stone hauling to dig holes. Really, what are we doing?

"I'm telling you I don't know. More than that, move your hands."

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Zoan and the others said the same thing in the safe house.

"What are you willing to do by letting people build something like this when they say they're going to attack you?

It was a huge dough that Zoan, who moves his hand while saying so, was making. A bunch of branches and sticks picked up in the mountains, tied together in one place, opened them up and made something like chestnuts or onions, then stuffed the gap with dead leaves and dead grass, shaped and made into large balls.

"You don't even know if I ask you. I'm sure he has some idea."

"Chi, ha ha! Dumplings, I could do it!

Beyond the adults, the children also made about a hug of dough to play with. The appearance of the children rolling the dough they made and cheering and chasing it is smiling, but I wonder if they are making something that is such a child's toy, it becomes soggy.

"We're warriors, aren't we? Why did you do this to me?

"But I did what he said, so I could get the village back."

Everybody shuts up about that word. It was an inappropriate way to fight as a warrior without even raising his name. But if you finish it, it's an effect you can't complain about.

Many Zoans were lost in whether to be outraged or praised for it.

"Don't be silly. It was the power of the warriors who took back the village. He didn't do anything."

A wand punches such a gajeta in the head once in a while.

"Ouch!? What are you doing, ma'am?!"

"Holy shit! If you have time to complain, why don't you move your hands!

It was a complaining gajeta, but I unwittingly glance at the face of a monkey mummy-like woman opening her mouth wide and reprimanding her.

"Look, Gajeta. What matters is not what you can do. What did you do, bye!

When they say that, yesterday, Gajeta, who took the young warriors and ran wild, made a sacrifice, and failed to retrieve the village, could not say anything back.

Grandma said, "Hiccup!" and gives a loud laugh.

"That kid is hilarious! Hmm, that's hilarious!

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"Chieftain! The human soldiers who were in the fort have moved out!

Gallum nodded after a report from Zoan's warrior who was standing on the lookout.

"You moved slower than I thought."

In Gallam's prediction, humans were supposed to move faster. But because of that, this one was given enough time to prepare.

"How long will you be here?

To the Ethereal Horse who asks so, Gallum thinks with his arms around him.

"Right. Two days to get to the foot of the mountain. You know, camping there, then climbing mountains the next morning."

From the actions of the human army so far, Gallam makes such predictions. If about eight hundred people were to march, we shouldn't be able to get that fast. Besides, the journey is even slower because we really have to match the speed of loads of food for 800 people, etc.

"Well, they'll be here in the daytime in three days."

"Maybe that's about it."

Hearing Gallam's answer, the Ethereal Horse took one big breath and declared it clear.

"In three days, we'll wipe them out!