Maouyome

The earth swings to a heavy impact.

In front of the Holy Lockgate, it was turned into a battlefield.

"Hit me!

A plain filled with earth smoke and shadows filled with fury and cry as if it were heavy rain.

A coalition of kingdoms, dominated by troops from the southern realm surrounding the Holy Capital, and a coalition, dominated by Russian troops clandestinely hand in hand, will collide.

A dry metal sound that is beaten.

Military shoes tread the earth and vibrate continuously.

The tension as if it were barometric, even on a horse, highlights the fierce sensation behind the body.

Unknowingly gripping reins perspire in the air on the battlefield that is different from everyday life.

Running through the midst of fiercely competing soldiers.

"The center just flinches, you don't have to step forward! Protect even your body. That's it! Scared!

Determine the war situation around you as you raise your voice from the bottom of your belly and wave your inspiration in the ground to the point where your tympanic membrane is paralyzed.

The situation is not bad. My allies are well tolerated.

If this is all we can do in an impromptu coalition, it's too much. Thank you.

It involves a group of people you take with you, and you go in looking for a place where your opponent's offense is likely to increase. If you want to do something about the state of war, you just have to be on the battlefield and deal with it one by one.

Even in a state of confusion, people's movements have breathing.

Its breathing is also easy to understand, especially among the self-armed soldiers who consolidate their protection so as not to disturb the line.

Make a mistake with those who come to mock the assault with momentum, the self-defeated soldiers who fall back. He storms into the gap and crushes the nose of the enemy soldiers who are about to protrude.

"Whoa, whoa! Not yet!

center of a long stretched formation on the side.

Take command in this place under pressure from the most enemy.

120,000 troops, including Southland, and 60,000 self-armies that managed to muster. The force difference is simply double. But nothing, not necessarily leads to victory or defeat as it is.

"That's just how much pressure the numbers are!

"Just the numbers! I don't know what to say.

He runs between allied soldiers who keep the line and thoroughly guard it, further breaking down the enemy soldiers who are trying to protrude.

This is good for the central war situation.

The pressure is tight, but the situation is never bad.

The other general is Gahak in Southland. If it's his character, I know him well. I'm gonna push the numbers for you, that's all.

That's one tactic, but if you know that's all you can do, you can do whatever you want.

Return the horse's head and run through the battlefield.

Against just a bunch of dumb giants, this one's taking the formation long and wide to the side. It will be as thin as that, but it will cover thinness by separating infantry and horseback riding into each and operating separately into each.

Take the opponent's momentum in the center of the most pressurized front and continue to retreat one by one. I don't particularly need a decree of retreat. Anyway, the opponent just keeps raiding again and again, so nature and formation will have to retreat if they endure it.

Rather, it is in this central part that I want to focus my opponent's attack. Even if they don't take the battlefield initiative.

"… both wings seem to have come to the side"

"Say it! Fly the King's flag economically! If I suck, I might catch a big one!

Always keep drawing the entire battlefield schematics in your head as you receive one report after another from the conductor.

Against the enemy army, which has become a lump of dumb dough, it is now in the form of a big bow covering its front.

It's a form you don't even wish for.

There are some dangerous places, but I have assigned my direct reports and the best of Rosidia to places that are likely to be steep points. They won't let the formation break down. That's all I chose to trust.

So far so good.

If another procedure proceeds later, the battlefield trend will definitely lean this way. I even wait for that last one.

"Master Wines wants to signal the assault of the Horse Riders!

"I want to come!

At a time when both wings are beyond the enemy's side, an Army Horse Rider storms the rear of the opponent from its most bifurcated end. The timing is up to the most reliable wines in advance.

That's the signal I've been waiting for.

Military temper moves heavily on the other side of the earth smoke.

I guess the assault from both wings was successful, the pressure exerted from the enemy soldiers in front of me seemed visibly weakened.

"... I want to catch you"

Gain firm certainty about how it looks.

He got me into one of the ways he fought against the big army, the siege.

No matter how many soldiers you have, it doesn't make sense if you can't move organically. He stunned me in this shape that surrounds and sharpens the enemy side in favor of this side.

"... why, we were just protecting you"

One soldier shrugged when he felt his military advantage on his skin due to weakened pressure from his opponent. I'm not a Russian soldier. He's a soldier from another country who got help.

"It's like a wife, huh?

"... Ah, yes"

Throw a response to that word that happened to be in your ear.

You didn't think I'd get a response back, or I got scared as soon as I could. Sometimes, it's not bad to be treated like a king like this.

"This is how we fight."

Further drive horses and strive to maintain the front.

I don't even know where the numbers will be flipped to just the numbers, but this is a hassle to hold for a while.

At least, I want him to have it for another two hours.

That would put a piece on the internal bee as well.

"Your enemy reacted faster than you thought."

"I thought I'd make more of an impression. But it's hard to believe that Gahak was reading it. It's more about the son of a bitch. He must have been prepared for something else."

"Another, …?

Timed to the execution of the Law Lord, a brave man beeps inside the Holy Capital. With Pope Lydia, who brought him in secrecy, Alistair's residual force alone would suffice for internal control.

Between internal domination and capturing O'Hara, poke its flank so as not to disturb the Allied forces of the Kingdom, which remain besieged by the Holy City, and hold back their movements. That was the arrangement with the brave.

We had to bring as many countries on our side as possible until the brave men went to Radarest and came back, and that made us struggle harder than we thought.

Somehow 60,000 were collected by helping Conrad's Yatsura, including Yuriferna, with the right to trade in special effects of seven-night fever. I think I tried pretty hard.

But Gahak reacted faster than expected to Haz's enlistment, which was entirely indicative.

It's hard to imagine that that fool would have found out about the march. So it's about him, and I just think he was ready to wake himself up even if we didn't.

"Voldo, wow, wow, wow!"

The roar of that fool reaches my ear.

In careful vigilance, there was a group that protruded with tremendous momentum from the inside of the enemy formation. Over its head, there is a goldsmith's raised crimson triangle flag.

"Oh... you look like you caught it"

It's the King's Flag of Southland.

"This traitor. Ahhh! What an iron code! The Mercenary King can't hear you!

Gahack rammed in with a bunch of Southland soldiers, turning a stern face bright red.

"I thought that's how you'd get into it. Come on!

Even if the siege is in place, the formation of their own forces is never thick. Cut yourself against a group that has stormed to avoid losing momentum and breaking the siege.

Gahak's bespoke hammer was swept through.

As always, there is only power in fools' asses.

The hammers were sent against each other on horseback, and each other's horseback was hit by force.