Hakai no Miko

"Are you insane?

The words of Marcronis, directed at the Ethereal Horse, were a representation of the feelings of all who were present on the spot, as they did not even blame Shemr, who was usually likely to eat into it.

"The Zoans alone, roughly eight hundred. Adding those who were freed slaves is not far enough to reach two thousand. It's suicide to challenge more than 4,000 people in the National Army."

Only one Jaharn Gill said, "You'll kick my ass!" He was breathing, but the others uniformly looked bitter and silenced.

"If you do it right, you'll never win," I think.

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, I could see that he was not abandoning himself, and Marcronis tried to relax by leaking his sigh.

But the Ethereal Horse grins provocatively and asks Marcronis.

"Mr. Marcronis. I think you are the closest thinker to a crusader commander in here. If you were the commander of the Crusades, do you think we'd fight out of the city?

"He's a fool who doesn't even understand my power difference, but he may attack me in tune even though he dropped the city, and I'm wary of it."

Marcronis dared to say spicy things, including what he meant to flaunt the pale horse. The Ethereal Horse, who perceived Marcronis' intentions, returns a bitter laugh at it.

"I think it's a dangerous bet, too. But we have less power. [M] Sooner or later, you need to take a bet somewhere."

"That's true..."

Given the difference in power assumed, a decent fight would assure a loss. Still, if you want to pick up the win, it's understandable to Marcronis that you have to make a dangerous bet.

But Marcronis thinks.

Even if the Crusaders were alarmed, that's not enough. Furthermore, there must be a hand on top of it that attracts victory.

"What are you going to do?

to the words of Marcronis. The Ethereal Horse changed his expression,

"Before I say that, I'd like to confirm..."

The Ethereal Horse points to a point on the map.

"This is a river and a bridge, right? How deep and how much water is this place?

There was a picture of a river flowing south from the mountains to the north through between Bornis and L'Oma and a bridge on it.

"It's dry season now, and there's not much water. Especially where this bridge is, instead of the river being wide, the depth of the water is up to the bottom of the knee at best."

"I wonder if that amount of water would make it impossible. And there won't be time..."

The Ethereal Horse first thought was to destroy the weir built upstream as the Crusaders crossed the river to push the Crusaders away in turbidity. A commonly used hand in comics and novels of war stuff, but even the highly civil skilled Dwarves will have difficulty making weirs overnight that will only store enough water to push off enemy forces.

Then I'll see if I can run another hand that comes to mind.

"What is this bridge like?

Marcronis answered, digging up the sight of the bridge from his memory.

"It's a bridge made by passing several vertically cracked marutai to a rock protruding from the river surface. Sure enough, it's a bigger carriage or a luggage truck."

The bridges of this era are often of such a simple structure that they just gave such boards and round-tails. That's because it presupposes dropping the bridge with your own hands to stop that invasion when it's attacked by the enemy.

"So is it possible for a person to cross a river outside of where this bridge is located?

"That's possible. The flow is not so steep, and if you are prepared to immerse yourself in water to the waist without swimming, you can cross it in most places."

That was increasingly convenient for the Ethereal Horse.

Add the information you just found out about the proposed operations you were thinking about, and then the Ethereal Horse repeats them visibly in his head.

What do they do to their actions?

What's in our favor?

What's the disadvantage to them?

Even though I thought about it still, when everyone started rushing, the Ethereal Horse finally looked up.

"I'm going to pull the Crusaders around."

As the gaze gathered for an explanation of what it meant, the Ethereal Horse asked Marcronis instead of answering it.

"It's the most troubling thing for the Holmeer country if we do it, isn't it?

To this abrupt question, Marcronis puts his hand on his chin and thinks carefully before answering.

"Right. - I fear being looted and circled one defenseless city or village after another like a pest eating up a field"

And it took Shemr to eat it.

"Proud Zoan would imitate that!

For Zoan, war is a place to show his martial arts. Nothing but shame, such as attacking those who have no power to fight. Just because they think so, it is an intolerable humiliation to Shemr, who is so proud to have the word "exalted fangs" (bruised).

To Marcronis, perplexed by Shemr's sword curtain, the Ethereal Horse sent out a helpship.

"I don't believe Zoan would do that."

"... then, fine"

It is rare that he pretends to be reluctant and so on, but desperate for his mouth to become a form of laughter.

Awkward to Marcronis's gaze at how he was mastering Zoan's daughter's heart, the Ethereal Horse continued his words by coughing it up and deluding it.

"But I'm going to use that misunderstanding."

Everyone does not understand the meaning of the words of the Ethereal Horse and puts the colour of the doubt on his face.

"The fundamentals of what I consider an operation are hits and away using Zoan's mobility. Er... it's a repetition of a blow away"

The Ethereal Horse points to a picture of a bridge across a river that was painted on top of the map.

"First, a crusader raids this river with a certain number of people - a certain number of people crossed to be damaged by this blow."

"So you use the river to limit the number of enemies you can actually cross blades with."

To that Marcronis pointer, the Ethereal Horse nodded and showed.

"And burn the bridge at the same time as the raid. If the bridge burns down, the soldiers' feet should be dull to cross it, no matter how deep the river is only near their knees. We will withdraw immediately before the succession crosses."

The Ethereal Horse moves upstream of the river to cut a U-turn, wondering if he slipped his fingertips to the Bornis side on the map.

"Next, while the Crusaders are rebuilding the bridge, we'll look for a place to cross upstream or downstream, where we can cross"

So Zug raised his voice of doubt.

"The river isn't that deep, is it? Why don't we just go back to the bridge and move on?

If Zug is right, a crusader will attack the city of Bornis without the main Zoans.

But then there was a quick voice of denial.

"That's impossible."

It was Marcronis who affirmed that.

"If it's just soldiers, it's fine. However, there is a luggage truck with food, siege weapons and other materials. There's no way I'm gonna let that thing go straight into the river."

Luggage trucks and the like are like times where you get stuck just because you get stuck in the mud of the road. It's hard to imagine forcing them to cross even at depths about below their knees. Besides, food preservation techniques are not well developed, so we should avoid water from the river on important foods.

The inked Ethereal Horse of Marcronis continued as he stroked his chest down with a ho in his heart.

"And when you cross the river, you will see this fort and then the city"

"Can't you attack me?

I was wondering if I was going to attack the rear city exactly, but Garam is surprised to just show up.

"Yes, just to show you that we're here, near the fort and the city."

"Why would you do that?

"It's already been told that we dropped the city of Bornis. So what do you think of the people who saw Zoan and the others show up near their city?

And Gallum made a point.

"I see. Just like Marcronis, I fear we will plunder. And they know there's a crusader nearby, so they're gonna get help there first."

"The crusaders who received the rescue request should give priority to our crusade over the liberation of Bornis. I can't wait to leave the Zoans inside the country and get attacked one after another by cities and villages."

That said, when the Ethereal Horse turns his gaze, Marcronis gives his consent.

"Using misunderstandings means that? - Right. I took this city back, but it makes no sense that other cities and villages were sacrificed instead. I'll take back the army soon."

"So we strike again where the Crusaders have turned back"

"... I see. That's funny."

Gallum, who understands the operation, says so before turning his gaze to Zoog. Then Zoog strips his fangs and laughs.

"I think it's funny, too. Using the speed of our feet to flirt with the human army."

The Ethereal Horse looks to rely on both males leading Zoan to become motivated.

"Let us teach the Holmeer country. We can always show up all over the Holmeer country. That way, you won't be able to reach this city easily."

But soon, the Ethereal Horse makes a serious face.

"Neither do I expect this to kick the Crusaders in the ass. But you should be able to buy some time. Now all we need is time to build up our strength."

As the Ethereal Horse turned around, he called out to Shahata, who was not in the car seat, but a little farther away.

"Please call Mr. Hopkins"

Here, toward faces surprised by why the name of a human pedestrian appears, the Ethereal Horse makes sense and shows a slight lifting of the edge of his lips.

"I'd like to ask Mr. Hopkins for a favor, along with giving him the gratuity he promised."

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King Holmea's Walius Sadma Holmeanis was looking down at the national army neatly lined up against him, sitting on a provisional throne on a ceremonial platform set on the plains outside the King's capital.

King Walius, who turns forty this year, is an impressive man with tiny eyes on his ragged cheeks. The mustache he he grew to wear the piercing locks was also made to emphasise his nervous aspect because it had been snug with his fingers from earlier.

Before its king Walius, Darius, who came up the stairs of the altar, lays down the helmet he held beside him, on one knee, and drips his head.

King Walius, rising from his provisional throne, took a breath of the sheath when he received the treasure sword from his squire. King Walius' hand, with a treasure sword that glowed with glitter in the sunlight, was shuddering with a pull, bearing the weight of the sword, but of course none blamed it.

"It's Darius Brutus. Instead, defeat the stupid rebels with this sword."

In a slightly higher voice, King Walius tells him, he puts a treasure sword on his sheath over the hands of Darius, stretched out to hold with his head dripping.

"I sincerely pray for your life. All for His Majesty's sake."

Darius stood with his head down and stepped back a few steps as he slammed the treasure sword on his hips. Then, wearing his helmet, he makes a noise and flips his cape back to the soldiers watching the ritual of troop departure.

And Darius thrust up toward heaven as he pulled out the treasure sword of his hips as he whisked the purple chamber of his helmet showing the general into the wind.

Besides, the soldiers lift up the spears and swords in each hand in the same way and raise their momentum.

"" Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The momentum raised by thousands of people shook the atmosphere to bits.

Besides, Darius, feeling the high morale of the soldiers, nodded one satisfactorily before descending down the stairs of the altar, boarding the chariot that had stopped there.

Naturally, when it comes to tanks, they have swirling turrets like those found in the modern world and are not combat armoured vehicles that drive in Caterpillar.

When it comes to tanks in this world, they put two-wheeled wheels on wooden boxes and let horses tow them. The box of trees that people board is slightly higher on the front and the rear is open as a boarding gate. There are two of them, who ride shoulder-to-shoulder with their soldiers, and make them tow by two dragon riders or horses. If it comes to battle, your man takes the reins while protecting the soldier with a small round shield, and the soldier fights using a bow and arrow or a spear for throwing.

There are also four-wheeled tanks standing on four heads. This is more aggressive because one more soldier can board instead of being less advantageous than two wheels.

And the chariot Darius boarded is what a six-wheeled large chariot that caused six horses to stand and tow.

In the center of the tank, which was equipped with a roof for avoiding arrows, a chair for the commander was provided, and the back of that chair was mounted with a large drum for the decree with a collision (sword). In addition to the commander and his men, there are five soldiers on the left and right side of the tank, plus a drum batter.

When we get here, it would no longer be better to say tanks than mobile command posts.

"Strike the drum out of the line!

Take Darius's life, and the batter starts pounding drums as hard as he can.

With a small impact along with it, Darius's chariot in motion. Afterwards, a two-wheeled tank ridden by a regimental leader with a green room on his helmet indicating that he was a regimental commander and a further infantry regiment followed in two columns of columns.

On both sides of the road along which the Crusaders marched, the nobles who came to see it off were cheering by raising many flags with great crests to boast of themselves.

"Crap, it's a fool's mess"

A guard nearby took it with a bitter laugh to Darius, who told him to throw it away in the noise.

"I don't have a choice. It's kindness that I want to celebrate my child's first formation."

This time around, some of Darius's army officers included many of the noble children this would be the first line.

For the nobles therefore sent their own children to serve in the Crusaders, who had not yet received their first line.

Recently, the fight against the hateful Romanians also continued in a state of petty well-being, with no major battles. It was this Bornis anti-Semitic crusade that lifted it there. If you ask, the rebels are only a few thousand small men, and it is the famous General and the noble General Darius who are going to crusade them. I can't find it anywhere I look, such as the losing element.

There has never been a more convenient battle for parents who would like to have their son's first line decorated with a glorious victory.

As a result, the army on its way to the Bornis Anti-Personnel Crusade will be larger than originally planned, with a total nominal number of 10,000. In real numbers it had swelled up to a large legion of more than seven thousand.

Darius himself thought it was just the right anti-apostolic crusade to let the young officers go through the battle, but it still seems to float too many advantages. Feeling the need to tighten the hyo child a little, Darius called in an officer who was holding back beside the tank.

"Put in a small pause in half an hour (roughly an hour later). Then reorganize the army's formation"

"Ha! Can you forgive me then to unpack the soldier?

For the soldier's ceremony, the soldiers were fully equipped. Moreover, because they also carried several days' worth of food, water bags, etc., their total weight is quite considerable. Now that fatigue is enormous even if you just walk.

For this reason, it is the common sense of the march to replace the equipment with lightweight ones or, in some cases, to put all the equipment on waste, and to lighten the burden on soldiers, if there is no risk of immediate contact with the enemy.

In this far away land to the city of Bornis, where the rebels are, this officer's suggestion was extremely obvious.

But Darius sees the officer in vain.

"The uniform remains as it is. From two rows of columns, form a team. And choose your scouts from among the cavalry and let them lead the way."

Line up fully armed and use scouts to explore your surroundings. That's how you march in situations where you don't know when to encounter enemy forces. But then it's fatigue, and it damages soldiers before they fight. Whatever comes close to the city of Bornis, it's not something we'll do in a situation that won't be long before we get out of the king's capital yet.

"... Huh?

To Darius's order, which he did not anticipate, the officer leaked an unwilling reply that could be described as disrespectful to the general. When the officer immediately realizes his faults, he hurries to stretch his spine.

"Ha! Roger that!

Darius gives a bitter laugh to an officer who can't hide the surprising color of what he answered so.

"It will be a good training to lead our own men as we tighten the floating feelings of the hyochons"

The officer was convinced that the answer would be.

Darius, who was dropping off the rear of an officer who would go to convey the order to the troops following him, leaks a pompous word.

"... that's not all."

Darius distorts his beard-covered mouth with niggardness in a meaningful way.

"My lord!"

A cavalry that should have been near the beginning of the line there pulled a horse over Darius's tank.

"A strangely dressed woman sent you this letter."

In the words of a cavalry offering a beautifully folded letter, Darius thinks of a man dressed woman serving her husband without both arms.

"Someone I know who uses it. Give it to me."

When I opened the letter I received via the guard riding the tank, only a succinct sentence was followed there in the handwriting of Tutu, which Darius knew.

'The enemy may be the strongest army. Don't be alarmed. "

The strongest army.

In that word comes to mind when I had a heated conversation with Darius about the most powerful army I dreamed of, whilst sipping alcohol with the young officers of my peers when I was only Aoyagi.

But it was only for a moment that I was immersed in such misery.

"Whether the enemy is strongest or weakest, what I do remains the same. Only crush your enemies with all your might, without any chronic mind or alarm"

That being said, Darius made a noise and tore the letter apart.

Operation Overview for Ethereal Horses