Hakai no Miko

The army formation of the Holmeer State is almost identical to that of any other State.

That is, one detachment of six soldiers and one platoon of twenty-five with one platoon captain added to the four detachments. One squadron in four more platoons. Four to eight squadrons, one battalion. One regiment in two battalions. Two or more regiments, I call them regiments.

This time, the march was led by a battalion led by the Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion.

Five infantry squadrons, two archers, two hundred squadrons, and one squadron of Heavy Soldiers (dude) totalled approximately eight hundred.

The infantry's gear consists of a metal cheek-through helmet and torso armor with a thick piece of metal candlesticking on a thick cloth, with a leather sandal wrapped around the foot to the tibia. The weapon is a spear with a metal tip of about two and a half meters in your hand and a double-edged sword suspended on your hips. And on his back he was carrying a large round shield reinforced with metal and interposed with leather.

At this time, it would be standard infantry equipment.

The archer's gear isn't much different from that of an infantry, but it's different in that he has a bow instead of a spear and carries an arrow instead of a shield in order to get a wider view.

The infantry without the spear at the rear is a soldier of the heavy force. He carries water, food, etc., in a cage. Also pulling loads of food and other luggage cars in the Heavy Squad is a huge lizard called the Dragon. It is said to be a subspecies of a dragon rider, whose body is one turn larger than a dragon rider. Whereas the dragon rides on two legs, the dragon walks on four legs as thick as a whole, and its movement is dull, but instead it is strong, so it is an animal used in force work such as pulling these luggage cars.

And at the vanguard of the battalion are the Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion and an elite unit made up of his direct men. An armor with metal plates riveted on top of hardened leather armor, more expensive than ordinary soldiers' armor, and close to leather boots with feet punched.

Among them, only one rides a horse and has a blue room on his helmet is the Captain Lugniatos. Slightly behind them are the squadron captains who put a red room on the helmet riding the dragon.

"Damn, you beasts. I'm stuck in the mountains, and I'm going to do more extra work."

He looked at the cold north wind blowing down the mountain, and said so was the captain of the Lugniatos battalion.

The task he was given by the King of the Holmeer Country was to sweep the clan named the Fang Clan, which still resists humans hard among the Zoans who were in the Sorbiant Plains, and to ensure the safety of the pioneering people by the time of spring seeding.

To the stupidity of the Commander of the Battalion of Lugniatos, the Squadron Leaders follow.

The battalion captain was right.

"I want to get rid of the beasts early and return to the king's capital."

"Dear left, dear left. Thanks to a priest named Mirdas, I had no time to waste."

By appointment, we should have left the fort earlier and headed to the mountains.

However, the departure was delayed by three days because an ecclesiastical cleric named Mirdas who was in the fort made a noise about searching for a human child who had escaped in confusion over Zoan's escape from prison. In the end, I hadn't found that human child and have been saying that he would be wildly drooling somewhere, but it was a good place to waste his legs altogether.

"If you think so, hurry the soldiers. We'll be in the camp by noon."

The squadron captains looked at the battalion captain who was in such a bad mood that he was upset in retreat. One of the squadron commanders has the best mouth, but he is in a good mood.

"Forgive me for that, Lord Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion. Somehow, our ride is this dragon rider."

With that said, slap your riding dragon neck tightly.

"In this cold weather, the dragon riders are not moving slowly. In comparison, the stunning horse on board the Commander of the Battalion of Lugniatos. Absolutely, as much as I'm flattered."

As the Squadron Leader put it, it was a struggle this morning and elsewhere to just move the dragon riders because of the cold. The dragon riders were warmed by an impromptu portrait wrapped in cloth with stone warmed by fireworks, and they drank strong liquor so that they could finally move.

In that regard, the horses are more resistant to the cold than the dragon riders. Not all of that, even compared to horsepower, endurance, etc., horses are still one step above the other. Dragon riding is more affordable given the price and the hassle of taking care of it, but it was the dreams of the generals of this era that one day they wanted to have their own horse riding.

And the horses on which the Lugniatos battalion captain was riding had just recently gotten a lot of money, and the squadron captains knew that this was their first battle on horseback.

The mood of the captain of the Lugniatos battalion, who was praised for his horse, grew more cold-hearted.

"Well, that's no choice. What, depending on your work on the battlefield, you'll get it soon enough."

The squadron captains smiled bitterly as they pretended to be calm, but their voices rose to an unhideable joy.

Then some time later, I saw a camp surrounded by wooden fences at the end of the mountain path.

"Somebody! Precede the arrival of the Battalion Commander!

With that life, one infantry head to the camp one foot away. Some time after the figure of the soldier entered the camp, a small soldier came out and opened the gate wide.

One of the squadron leaders wondered if the boys and soldiers were mixed when he heard the troops of the skilled soldiers were marching as an advance party.

But when it's not a big deal, I immediately push it out of consciousness.

"What? You don't even have a welcome!

The captain of the Lugniatos battalion was in a bad mood when he said that the battalion's vanguard was close to the camp gate, but that the soldiers in the camp would not pick him up as one. The squadron captains resent the soldiers who don't show up as "troublesome," but still deceive the great captain.

"Lord Battalion Commander, I can't help but notice the countrymen."

But even when the vanguard of the battalion came to the middle of the camp, I just couldn't help but feel the anomaly when the soldier, as one, would not appear.

"What's going on here? Why, no one?

"Sure, there should be about one squadron in the story..."

"I don't even see the soldiers I've touched and the soldiers who opened the gates earlier."

Listening on his back to the squadron captains mouthing, the Lugniatos Battalion captain looked over the camp and noticed something strange. There are loads of wood and dead grass all over the camp.

"What is that...?

"Perhaps in preparation for over winter? We're going to need more cold and more fireworks."

"So why don't you collect them all in one place?!"

To the point of the Commander of the Lugniatos Battalion, the squadron commanders looked around in haste.

Bunches of wood and dead grass were piled up with mountains, all by the side of the building, on its roof, and even blocking the exit gates on the side of the mountain.

"Wait, does it smell weird?

"If you ask me..."

"What is this smell...?

One soldier suddenly screamed as everyone was letting their noses snap at the smell drifting around them.

Quickly, one of the squadron captains pulls a dragon ride by the screaming soldier.

"What is it?!"

"Whoever ran to the touch earlier, there it is!

When the soldier looked ahead to point, the body of the soldier lying in despair with red blood from his throat in the shadow of piled firewood and dead grass.

"So, battalion commander! A soldier has been killed!

When I heard that squadron captain scream, a spark scattered behind the head of the Lugniatos battalion.

"This smell. No way, oily?!"

The captain of the Lugniatos battalion shouted as he turned his horse's head.

"It's a retreat! This is a trap! Retreat immediately!!"

But it was already too late.

"It's Zoan! Zoan's up there!

The captain of the Lugniatos battalion, who looked up on the cliff behind the camp to the cries of the soldiers, raised a scream of despair.

It was a dozen Zoans, including old men and children, who appeared on the cliff.

And the hands of several Zoan standing in front of them are gripped by a pine light that raises the flames red.

From among the Zoans, a black-haired Zoan stepped forward, putting together an even distant atmosphere, turned his throat wide away, shivering the atmosphere billibly and howling.

Without being given precise instructions, the soldiers, just ordered to withdraw, turn right and left without knowing what to do. Even as we retreat, the mountain path is full of soldiers from the troops that follow.

"Out of the way! Get out of here, or I'll crush you!

The captain of the Lugniatos battalion slams a curse at the soldiers who stand in front of them and exalts himself to get out of the camp.

On the cliff, Zoan advances next to Zoan, the howling black-haired, making a squeaky noise and pulling a bow.

Connected there was a red burning fire arrow.

And as the howl of the black-haired Zoan ends, the pine lights are dropped to the bottom of the cliff and the fire arrows are released.

At the next moment, the camp was engulfed by the flames of the Red Lotus, along with the roaring sounds.