Maouyome

The sky I looked up to is blue everywhere as a lining, and I realise the end of autumn in the cold transmitted from unfamiliar armor.

It was the season when I felt close to the winter.

Bring your gaze straight back to see and meditate on the greatness of the army filling the horizon.

I did everything I could.

Now I just tell myself that.

In the wasteland that stretches out in front of you, forces from the southern realm of the kingdom coalition led by Gahak, king of Southland, see the Holy City in its sights and develop their factions so that it extends wide and sideways.

The report says the total will be over 100,000.

When I actually confront him, I feel weighed more than the numbers that were written down.

This number is 20,000 against 100,000 Southern troops.

Honestly, we can't even talk about the difference in force.

Still, this is the branch.

If we don't get past this place, it's all for nothing.

"Master..."

Once on the horse, confirming his readiness now, the chief of the Knights of Bazerat, who is supposed to lead the cavalry three thousand, pulled the horse over.

"As expected, the formation of the other side seems to remain mixed"

Tensions come from voices held low.

Returns one nod against the Knights of Hundred Wars Smelting and shifts his gaze to the formation unfolding at the tip of his eyes and nose.

"After all, should we see that cooperation between the countries participating in the war has not been successful"

In leading more than 100,000 large armies, it is extremely difficult to grasp them instantly. The prediction of the Knights Commander, who pointed out that it would be about the mercenary king of Russia who could do that, was brilliantly centered.

The other side of the line shows that the cavalry and infantry are cluttered and that it is a mixed army.

Perhaps the southland army of Gahak is the group with the thickest layers that appear to be forming in the center of the front. It can be seen that its Southland army is centered, with small and large individual forces on both left and right flanks distributed shoulder-to-shoulder.

Perhaps the chain of command has not been unified.

A line-up lined up to compete for kung fu was realizing the limits of Gahak's vessels.

"Please, good luck. Bless the goddess."

"Mutually. Never make your life crude. Because I still need a Knights Commander who can support me militarily."

"I'm honored.... so ha."

Return the horse's head and return to the leftmost cavalry unit. Quietly drop off the back of the Knights Commander.

He must have cared for me unfamiliar with the military and bothered to speak up. I apologize for making you worry because you are a worthless legal man.

The Alistair army carries the Holy Capital backwards, placing an infantry unit centered on prostitutes on the south side for a long time. A magic soldier with the priesthood in the main supports its rear left, and three thousand cavalry men with the Knights of the Sacred Sword at their core consolidate the leftmost wing.

To the great army of over 100,000, come to the field at 20,000.

Approximately future generations of historians will be slandered for recklessness.

But there was nothing more to hold back the damage done to the people than this. Too many opponents to take cage castle measures. Then you must fight before the soldiers are exhausted and strike your opponent.

The disadvantage is better understood than the original.

Something that would be a tough fight.

This battle comes ready for everything.

It is in this fight that we must see a winning chance.

"Alistair's Brave Elite Gentlemen! The time has come!

Step forward and raise your voice from the bottom of your belly.

The unfamiliar armor restricts the movement, but only cages the mood in the lower belly so as not to break the prestigious attitude.

"Bear in mind the survival of your homeland, the mighty ones! Since ancient times, the main entrance of the Holy City, the Sacred Lock Gate, has not sent any of the people who have made the Sacred City harmful, and has continued to hinder it! There are more enemies, you don't have to be scared!

20,000 compatriots gain momentum.

"Think of your family! Think of your friends, your beloved compatriots! Gentlemen, do not forget those who are on the other side of the Holy Lock Gate! We must defend this Holy Lock Gate with all our will and perseverance! I wish them a good fight here!

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Twenty thousand compatriots respond to the strong-wielding command wand with a grunting roar.

"Let go of the arrows!

A single arrow was released high above the heads of the warriors who aroused themselves, trembling with a high sound.

The heavenly high arrows are returned, slightly echoing the same sound, even from the opposing armies without setting aside time.

Now we have a signal to start the war.

"All armies! Previous heh!"

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The earth trembles tremendously and the atmosphere trembles.

Proceed as the soldiers set foot on the earth.

A beating in the back of my thirsty throat scratches off in the trembling footsteps of my swinging compatriots.

Foresight frontal forces looming.

The armies that were filling the horizon began to sound louder, closer and louder.

The distance between him and me shrinks as we raise our voices high to one another.

Every time we take a step forward, momentum accelerates.

Rising tension, about to rip out blood vessels.

……

Don't be frightened.

Don't be cowardly.

I desperately disconnect with reason the consciousness that is about to fly away and see when.

Victory to the goddess.

with our flying flag.

Attract him to a distance where his temper interacts with each other, signaling the activation of a pre-mentioned operation.

"Give me the white smoke signal!

A conductor who was holding back on his side leads an arrow to his bow and shoots at the sky. With a specially crafted smoke cylinder, the arrow narrowed the white smoke that was clearly visible in the autumn sky, sounding the characteristically high wind cut noise toward the front of the right wing more than the rear left hand of the army.

"All units, halt! Roll over and back off!

Receiving the signal, the infantry, which had been deployed long on the side, stops at the same time and turns to retreat, showing an undisturbed control.

A second arrow was released backwards.

In the space in front of his own army, the flash bursts.

It is the magic of "Flashing Lights" for eyesight by your own Magic Soldier.

He suddenly stops in front of him and punches a void in the front row of the enemy army that sees him try to roll over simultaneously. The dazzling violence of light, even during the day, took its sight away, albeit for a moment.

A hundred thousand troops in momentum can't stop even if their front row tries to take away their sight.

The other soldiers in the front row, who inadvertently stopped, are thrust by the subsequent soldiers who ran in from behind and stepped upside down.

The magic of fate by magicians was constructed extensively with the goal of the front row of enemy forces showing light confusion.

"Hey, what!?

"Avoid it! It's a pit!"

Upset spreads all at once among the enemy soldiers.

I confirmed that reaction and secretly clenched my fist.

... keep it up and fit it well.

Relative to the enemy army so as to follow the retreating lord of his own army, he bites prayers within himself that are similar to his wishes.

Anger and calling intersect.

Stand still and wait as you gaze at it.

Eventually, a long-awaited voice, which would belong to some commander, was in the midst of an enemy army that showed confusion at once, reaching his ear.

"It's hallucinating magic! Don't be fooled! There's a hole in the front. I don't care. Go ahead.

More power cages in an unknowingly clenched fist.

... it took!

Once again, the enemy soldiers, who were showing confusion, run out in anger. Increase the speed and increase its momentum in an attempt to mount it once and for all.

And the feet of its runaway enemy soldiers sink heavily, sinking simultaneously.

Enemy soldiers jump themselves one after the other into a pre-set big hole.

"Stop retreating! Put your bow up! Synchronize under your eyes!

A third arrow was fired.

A rain of relentless arrows pours against enemy soldiers who are stuck at the bottom of the pit and can no longer move.

The pit is actually there, it exists.

However, just waiting for the enemy soldiers to fall into the pit as they are, the effect is only temporary. In order to bridge the difference in power between us, it will be necessary to make the most of the effects.

That was the magic of hallucinations when the flash of the flash earlier caused the glare and the taste (...) of the flavor (...) appeared to fall (...) and (...) and the hole (...) appeared to fall (...).

The magic of hallucinations shows great effect on the battlefield.

That is why, more than in ancient times, it has been used many times on the battlefield and various ways have been devised to deal with it. Nowadays, it has been a long time since it was used only for temporary eyesight applications.

The purpose of this operation, which took it backwards, was to show hallucinations based on the assumption that they would be seen through.

The enemy soldiers, who decided that they were hallucinating the appearance of a friend who would fall into a pit, assumed that there was really no pit or anything like it, and jumped themselves into the pit where they were actually set up.

Even if you see the friends who go before you actually get into the pit, you don't mind the subsequent soldiers who assume it's a hallucination, and the damage is further extended.

And as long as the arrow lasts, a unilateral attack.

The first phase of the operation was brilliantly successful.

"Signal the white smoke toward the Holy Lock Gate!

Further signals are given to move to the next phase.

An arrow was released towards the Holy Lock Gate, and white smoke left its trajectory straight.

A smoke arrow of response is released from the conductor who placed it for about a breath and was waiting over the Holy Lock Gate.

"The colour of the smoke!?

"The smoke color is white! Looks like we made it around the back of the enemy!

"Ok!"

As the infantry unit moves forward, the cavalry unit is similarly advanced, leaving the front at the same time as the first arrow is released.

Leaving cavalry units go around the enemy's right wing to directly storm Gahak, who would be in the middle of the enemy formation and behind the Southland Army while enemy soldiers are in disarray.

White smoke signals from the Holy Lock Gate indicate that three thousand cavalry men led by the Knights of Bazelat have returned to the rear of the enemy line and have been able to storm the Southland Army.

From here it will be a battle against time.

We are in a situation of self-dominance now, but we do not know how long that will last either. After the confusion has subsided, the reality of an overwhelming difference in force awaits. In order to overshadow that absolute number of forces, there is no alternative to taking Gahak, the general's head in a short showdown.

Then wait for the signal to be released from the Holy Lock Gate.

Red smoke is emitted if Gahak can often be removed at the end of the line, and yellow smoke is emitted if escaped.

If under any circumstances we are forced to leave temporarily, it will be green smoke, and if there is room for pursuit, we can reward it with blue smoke.

Red or yellow,...... or green?

Not yet in front of us, one enemy soldier after another keeps jumping into the pit. But I still can't help but feel a bottomless horror at the number of enemy soldiers that still persist.

I have enough, but when will this arrow run out of bottoms? If you run out of arrows, you will lose your means of attack.

Cold sweat conveys the neck.

In a strangely awakened sensation, pray.

Red or yellow?

Green or... blue.

It's been a very long time for a second.

Just wait for news from the Holy Lock Gate.

As the tympanic membrane continues to ring as if it will become paralyzed, I notice an army flag gleaming forward, across the hallucination.

It would be in a vortex of confusion, with enemy soldiers still flying in, the flag seemed to be stuck on the spot.

A long, deep red triangular flag on the side.

A golden print imitating the sun, noted in the center.

Undisputed, it's a Southland flag.

Listed on the top of it, … the seal.

Goldsmiths decorated on the edge of the military flag.

Gold decorated military flag meaning crown.

The military flag marked with your mark is marked (...) by (...) the king (...) under (...) of (...) the flag (...).

In an instant, my spine freezes.

Why is there a king's flag here...

Gahak, king of Southland.

Royal United South Army, Commander-in-Chief.

Why.

Why are you so close to the front row?

"Check the smoke arrows from the Holy Lock Gate!

A conductor screams where he is about to lose his word in amazement.

"The colour of the smoke!?

Return to me haha and look up at the sky leaving the trajectory.

Red!? And...

Smoke trajectories remain in the late autumn sky into view.

Check that color, for a moment, the thought stops.

"The colour of the smoke is… black"

Red if you succeed in the raid, yellow if you can escape.

The temporary departure is green, blue if pursued.

However, the colour of the smoke emitted is… black.

In the blue sky I looked up, a clear glimmer of black smoke remained.

The result confirmed by the Holy Lock Gate is black.

It is, i.e.…….

"... the cavalry unit. Destroyed."

A word overflowing as the conductor chewed quietly was clearly in his ear for some reason, even amidst the roaring noise.