Isekai Taneuma

Sir Hermes' castle was on fire. The white and beautiful castle was completely black covered with soot, and the outer wall fell off at some point, and the hole was holed in the cannon, and it was intact to see. The guards who guarded the castle until the end were gathered in a square once called a training ground and mercilessly executed. The screams roar and the blood sprays. Several heads rolled and piled up like Sainokawara.

I can't stand the horrible sight, and the recruits are pounding their stomachs in the corner of the training yard. The Imperial General Waltstein looked at it and whispered in disgust. Enemy soldiers aren't the only ones dead. A lot of my allies are dead. Besides, despite all the sacrifices I've made, it was a bitter resentment that the enemy general, Sir Hermes, escaped.

This has been decades since the final war with the brave. He was promoted to Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army instead of a general who was too familiar with peace to forget about the war, marching in obedience to a large number of priests. But the pride was high, and all the priests didn't listen to what they said because they had a higher throne than Waltstein, and when it came to the duel, it didn't work as a decent force.

Those useless priests look down on humans and say no matter how many they defeat, they won't be honored. Although it is good to be reluctant to raise your hips because the main team was threatened, it will not be able to be dealt with because the person has killed you at the end of a scattered complaint. Thanks to him, the city battle with Lord Hermes had to focus on the peasant recruits, and moreover, his morale had been lowered by the murder of the priest, which had crushed him many times.

The opponent was able to overcome the large number of gathered agricultural soldiers and, above all, the difference in their strength, but Waltstein felt uncomfortable living because he was threatened by the main team many times. If one of the gears hadn't meshed up, he might have been dead by now. I can't say everything is okay if it's over. It was a victory on thin ice.

Even so, those three warriors who were called brave... they were amazing.

I was accustomed to fighting, somehow, even though I had unusual abilities.

In fact, their extermination was one of their mission in this war… According to the Imperial Intelligence Department, they were summoned by warriors from different worlds for the sake of the gods, and they really broke the gods here and induced the Imperial Army to upset them.

The Brave Summon Monster was a ritual that forced the Nomads (Bagabonds) to summon them... but despite being human, they manipulated magic similar to divine moves and slaughtered the amazing and bewildered priests one after the other.

If we can freely summon these people, we will certainly have to stop them even if we start a war.

One jumps into a fierce battlefield, acts as a lion without wearing a bullet rainstorm, one appears from nowhere, assassinates our Commander Class accurately... and the last one fires a magic level 5 lightning bolt. I've never heard of humans using ancient spells, but the magical power and even the priest will be burned to death with a single blow. How can we beat these people?

However, when they thought they couldn't fight each other in a rally, they also tried to use silver weapons on the recommendation of the warlord, and the corner collapsed unexpectedly, and there was nothing left to do when one person died.

Until then, they were supposed to be regarded as enemies without fear of death, upset by the death of only one of their allies, and suddenly collapsed. Who the hell were they...?

Regardless, the purpose of this war has been achieved, but the damage has been enormous, Sir Hermes has escaped, and the consequences can only be said to be the worst. It was a battle to sell myself… but now you won't get a good reputation even if you return to the Empire. I think it would be frustrating.

Fortunately, I got some acquaintance in this fight. I wish we could gather these forces together and fly a flag somewhere again....

"Message! I am reporting to the Commander-in-Chief!

A soldier with a telegram rushed to him while he was calculating such a sleazy beast. Waltstein was in a bad mood, or the soldiers were looking up at the sky deliberately carefully to keep an eye on him.

"What?

When Waltstein answered briefly without trying to hide his discomfort, the soldiers of the message immediately saluted him.

"Ha! Depending on the security forces currently on the perimeter, the squad that dropped the neighboring city 10 kilometers from here is experiencing unexpected resistance from the refugees occupying the city and is still struggling! The Squad Commander said it will take a while before the castle falls, but no reinforcements are needed!

"Don't embarrass me anymore...."

When he kicked the stone that was so close to him, he scratched the side of the message and flew. He nevertheless looked up at the sky in an upright and immovable manner, despite his fine movements. It's the courage I looked up at.

Waltstein smacked him on the shoulder.

"Thank you... you wait here"

Ha!

Master! The Warlord was here!!

As he got out of the creepy training ground, he walked to the rubble pile and the castle square. After the fall of the castle, there was a man sitting on a rubble bench right next to the tent drinking tea with a unique black tea utensil.

His black horse is eating grass beside him. It is said that this is the middle of the battlefield, but why is it the atmosphere of the man that makes this whole air look different?

When Waltstein was entrusted with his army as Commander-in-Chief, he was either a warrior or a watchman. Speaking to the Commander-in-Chief, the man drank all the tea he had and quickly removed the tea utensils. He stood up from the bench before he approached and bowed gently with his spine stretched out. The movement is slow and never quick, but it doesn't irritate the viewer at all because the series of things that flow will certainly look sophisticated.

My eyes and hair were black when I brought my black clothes. It should be relatively young in the middle of the 30s, but whether it is unusual, powerful or calm, it is difficult to approach it strangely, reminiscent of a skilled martial artist. Rumor has it that as the emperor's advisor, he is the only "Nomad" allowed to face to face.....

Due to its nature, the contents are probably not as old as they look. What did you say your name was... yes, Rikyu Soyi.

Master! Are you sure? "

"... that city over there, I guess."

"It would be helpful if we could talk quickly. It seems that the idiot who went to drop it is still in trouble. They say they don't need reinforcements, but we need to see the scene. I guess you're struggling because it's not enough. I'm going to run alone, so please follow me."

"Thank you."

A man called the Warlord... Rikyu pulled the strings of his horse and followed Waltstein.

Close to the castle, there was an oak tree on the pass, and Waltstein appeared on that tall hill, roughly halfway to the city, with a nearby army of about a hundred riders. Next to them was a leisure break spanning black deer horses, and they were watching the city as it looked farther from the horse.

The barracks on the tongue roof are packed in a range of about 10 town walks and just over a kilometre around the city. Some of the buildings had long chimneys, so iron refining was also being carried out. Ser Hermes' castle was a filthy city.

Within the far-sighted city, there seemed to be a large number of unaccompanied refugees trapped in it. Perhaps the neighbors who escaped before the war began lost their places in front of the forest and gathered there.

Is the number of people about 10,000 by sight? The opposing Imperial Army Squad has lost 3,000 troops, but it is not a number that would struggle with a refugee opponent without a lot of equipment.

The surroundings of the city were probably covered with improvised wooden barriers made by peeling the exterior walls, with relatively shallow trenches dug in front of them. There was no defensive defense, and as he twisted his neck to wonder why he was doing something like that, a few horsemen flew in from the city and slipped in front of Waltstein.

"Here it is, Commander! What are you looking for in such a shameful place!?

A fat man with teeth in one eye appeared in front of him as he rubbed his hands.

He was a mercenary captain with banditry, and the quality of the soldiers he was carrying was there. However, it was obvious from the beginning that he was serving in the army for the purpose of looting, so I wasn't willing to use it heavily... but before the duel, I told him that it was better to disable the surrounding city, so I let dirty people do the dirty work.

Waltstein shouted with his teeth out.

"Hey! How long have you been working on this?! Can't you just drop one of the cities of Ashikichi!!?

Haven't had any results yet, he blushed with excuses.

"I'm so sorry! I'm desperate, too, but it's stronger than the enemy's counterattack. Besides, the priests lurking in the city are rampaging, and they can't get anywhere near it."

"I don't want to hear any excuses! You told me you could pay for everything around you! And yet you're still playing around here. Look! The main body is already cleared while you're fooling around!? I mean, you didn't do anything to protect our backs! This is a martial law conference!?

When the Commander-in-Chief was dispersed, his men proceeded to surround the squad leader. The oppressed squad leader crawled to the ground in a cold sweat.

"Forgive me! Forgive me!!"

Looking down at the pathetic figure, Waltstein slapped his tongue. If you have pride, you can never imitate this. Because I can do this, these filthy people can't handle it. If you're thrown out of your pride to survive, we can't do anything anymore.

He was angry and blurred.

"Damn it... even though I can't do my job, you let me wipe my ass... basically, it would be one shot if I stormed it with my own troops? What are you hesitating about? The bulkhead is so thin, I think it will collapse if it is pushed lightly. The trenches are shallow enough for kids to get over... and what are you doing? I don't know who saw it or what...?

Unfortunate...? Waltstein rebelled against his words and realized it.

That's right. Everything is too defenseless. It's like you're asking me to storm. The trench is shallow and about three meters at best. The walls surrounding the city are thin and the bullets go through. That would be nothing but a shield to cut off your sight. It should be really easy for kids to get over it.

But what happens if we push a crowd over there? That trench is easy to climb, but not low enough to run through. In other words, there will always be traffic in front of it.....

"That's... that's a monkey."

As Waltstein murmured, the squad leader was no longer able to repeat his words like a parrot.

"You're right. Yes, that's a monkey. Immediately, let me do something about this. So please, Commander-in-Chief, give me another assault order....."

"You idiot!!

When Waltstein yelled at him like he had a tantrum, his squad captain finally got round and shrunk. The pathetic figure leaks laughter from the surroundings. However, the Commander-in-Chief was already blind to such things.

The wall standing in front of him is literally a monkey. If it's a small grain, it's easy to pass, but big things can't get caught and pass. In human terms, a small number of people can see their liking and even children can break through it, but the army basically operates with a large number of dozens. Then we must stop at the trench in front of us, and we cannot get near it with snipers.

It looked unprotected and surprisingly sensible.

-That's a good one.

As Waltstein roared at the walls surrounding the city, the warrior who stood beside him said so.

"... you know what?

"Yes, it is a unique castle in our country, so the continent is not familiar with it. It is also called the total ring (coming). Our country tends to be mountainous and has few flats, and the tactics of fighting on mountains have long been developed. Surrounded by walls with earthen foundations on a cliff cut out of the mountain. This way, you can attack unilaterally from above. My name is Guo. That's when the times of peace began to continue, and as politicians came down to the ground, they gradually changed shape and became like that."

Kakei is famous for Sakai, where Rikyu lived. In the past, the moat was strewn around the outer perimeter of the city, but Oda Nobunaga was buried in Kamiro.

"Hmm... it's not like there might be you and Bagabond there."

Interrogating the captives of the castle, one of the heroes said he had escaped. Besides, this squad leader is rampaging one of the priests in the city....

In other words, there may be someone in there who is worthy of that brave man.

Waltstein roared low.

"It's easy to attack, just keep the numbers together. But it's not easy to drop, there's always a sacrifice to make... that's the kind of city that looks like that garbage can't be worth it."

"How long will it take to attack? As you can see, that city has many refugees. Food won't last that long. I wonder if it's okay to surround the city and call for surrender... no, no need for that anymore."

Inspired by the words of the military master, he looked at the city and saw a white flag flipping over a large building in the center of the city.

"Apparently, the other party wants to discuss it."

"Should I accept or refuse... what do you think?

I said, "Would you like to accept it?"

Waltstein exhaled.

"In the castle attack, you lose the priest of the tiger child, and you can be licked by the refugees outside the town... you can step on it and kick it. My career is worn out. Let's accept it. Set up a table for the discussion."

The commander-in-chief ordered it, and his sons' men seemed busy. When he saw him off, he kicked up the squad leader's ass, still crawling on the ground.

"You saved my life, man."

That said, I looked at the city with regret.