Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

In the dark of pitch black, I hear the sound of rain that keeps falling. Near the forest entrance that leads to the border of the Ramaron Empire, 5000 Ramaron troops are in formation. Its military commander, Nave, accompanied by two magicians, stares down a meadow that stretches all the way to the other side, opposite the woods.

"What do you say, anything?

"... there's a weak reaction... but that's a fox or some kind of creature. There doesn't seem to be any troops."

Neve had received reports about an hour earlier that Agarta troops were marching out from his men who had unleashed them on the scouts. They say if they run on horses, they're in position to arrive in a few hours at their own advance and succeeding headquarters.

"Speaking of widows, they could attack us at night. Don't fail to detect signs."

Saying so to the sorcerer. Nave ordered the ministry to report the same to the main faction.

Later, the majority of Ramaron's soldiers, in addition to the sounds of rain falling, received a morning without a single night's sleep, not too alert to the night raids of the Agarta army and the raids of demons living in the woods.

"It's already dawn! Everybody, we're moving into the woods!

It was quite a bit earlier than planned, but Nave decided to move the advance team into the woods. In the heads of Ramaron army soldiers, including him, there was still anxiety about the Great Demon King, at the same time as he wanted to sneeze rain in the woods. We can hide ourselves from the Great Demon King if we're in the woods. Normally, there is no other love, a childish thought, but if we tried it on them, the desire to go somewhere a little safer dominated the occasion.

"Yeah? You've already proceeded with the army in the woods, early"

There was movement on the map just as we were about to have breakfast. For breakfast today, by the way, I said grilled rice balls, steamed palm and pork, egg rolls. I throw a one-handed roasted rice balls into my mouth and speak to the soldiers, enjoying the taste of roasted rice and burnt soy sauce in Paris.

"Okay, a little early, but we're going out! Prepare me from the guy who finished eating the meshi!

"Phew, if it feels like this, camping isn't bad either"

"Oh, I've never been so comfortable camping"

Soldiers seem to be doing quite well because they have had enough sleep in my bond. And then we handily pulled out the camp, and we started moving.

The rain, which continued down to the morning, stopped when the sun rose, after which the sun glanced at his face. Neither does Giseu, the commander-in-chief of the Agarta contingent, hide his frustration, even in the favourable weather he finally visited.

The day before I could only travel half of the itinerary I had planned. If it was meant to be, we would have proceeded to the immediate vicinity of the advance party. But the rain and wet roads that descended made it difficult to move a loaded carrier. Worse in the meantime, the ground was dug back thanks to the movement of the cavalry of the advance troops, and the Gisews were framed to move through the mud.

I wish the advance team had lined up to move too, but the ground had been extensively rough because we hurried to the camp less and each had moved apart. Travelling away from that part would therefore take a considerable distance. The Gisews chose to move through the mud rather than bypass it. As a result, mud and rain were making their march even more difficult.

Not long after spending sleepless nights in the rain and resting their tired bodies, the soldiers were forced to travel harshly this day as well. Despite the good weather, the wet road with rain remained intact, and both the horse pulling the carrier and the soldier pushing it from behind were marching with his feet taken.

"Can't you figure it out a little bit more!

Giuseau is scattered among his surrounding men.

"Hey junctionalist! Sir, can you tie a line on the ground so that the carriage can pass through?... chip, useless! I can't make it like this. We're gonna have Headata reinforcements at the border!

"My Lord Commander-in-Chief, if you put it in the woods, it will be somewhat easier to travel. Until then, patience."

"Damn, what's going on with the land of Agarta! I'm not listening to this!

Giuseau slowly moves forward with a bump and dissatisfaction. But when I thought about it, I remembered that I had a glorious future ahead of me. If you deliver this food to the Empire, you are the hero who saved the country. What will Her Royal Highness say? "Giuseau, don't be dauntless. From now on, I will assume command as Commander-in-Chief of the Ramaron Empire."... Could you say that? That way, you can move a hundred thousand Ramaron troops under your own edict, whatever you want. That's not all. Gold, women, honor... all things come to mind... When I think about that in a good mood, all of a sudden my men speak up.

"Lord Commander-in-Chief, look at that!

When you see it, the Agarta army and thoughtful troops are deployed on the meadow down the hill in front of you. The enemy was divided into three teams, one of which protruded in the center, and two armies on both wings seemed to be slowly chasing from far back. Seeing this sight, Giuseau accidentally leaked a smile.

"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Doesn't it look like it's coming together? It would not have been something where there was collaboration or anything with frontal and double-wing troops so far apart. I guess the central unit was too ahead of us before all the troops came together to follow the rest. Besides... the central unit is a lot smaller. Don't let that destroy you right away."

Giseu speaks up to the soldiers around him.

"Hey guys, somebody go to them and teach them how to fight! That's gonna be a fight! Hiccup, hiccup!"

Giuseau's silly laughter makes me laugh around her.

"Shall I teach them how to fight? Cavalry units, destroy each and every one! First, hit that frontal trooper! Don't let one of them leave alive!

While the Ramarons lined up, they launched an assault against the Agarta army.

Lafayence, who led the front-expanded troops, watched the sight calmly.

"Okay, here we are. I'll give them the prick of the field with our big spear," Oh Miyaki ". Our handicrafts, behave like hell to them!

Ooh! and the soldiers respond to the words of the old general. There was a grin on their faces.

Before the arriving Ramaron army, Lafayence's troops return their kurli and heels, retreating with tremendous momentum.

"Hihihihihihihi! What the hell is that? Running away! That's what we're talking about!

On the horse Giuseau is laughing off. And Lafayence's troops pass between the troops on both wings, who are widely distanced, taking a certain distance from the Ramaron army. From the point of Giseu, it appeared that the Agarta army was just in the shape of a Co. The Ramaron army cavalry unit 4000 is going after it so that it can be sucked in there.

The old general's troops stopped. At that moment, the troops who had so far fled suddenly turned their heels and were attacked by the Ramaron army. At the same time, troops from both wings strike. It was an undisturbed, brilliant collaboration.

"Lord Commander-in-Chief! My army is surrounded by enemies. Reinforcements!"

"Behold! Ba, silly!!

Giuseau is hardened with her eyes open. It was incredible. The brave, resolute Imperial Army is being annihilated by the Agarta Army, which has only half its strength. Surrounded by three sides, the floating Imperial Army is pierced by the spears of the Agarta soldiers who show incredibly light movement, losing their lives without the skill to do so.

"Commander! Reinforcements!"

"What... what the hell is going on... what's going on..."

Neither his subordinates' screams nor similar voices reached Giseu's ears. He was unacceptable of a nightmarish status quo, unlikely in common sense.

"Hey you!

A knight who was advancing to Giuseau grabs the chest of the next knight.

"Hey, what?

"Has the Commander-in-Chief now been snorted at?

"What?"

"The Commander-in-Chief has indeed been snorted at by my reinforcements!

"... ah, oh"

"When you get back to the country, you'll testify that you did get nodded! We're on our way to reinforcements! Go on!"

The army of Ramarons, led by one knight, went down the hill. Soldiers defending the carriers also marched out, leaving only a few knights and conjunctors around Giuseau, and a good number of carriers full of annual contributions collected.

"Ko... there is no defeat in this non. Defeat, etc., do not. Defeat etc..."

Remembering the light dizziness, Giuseau stood on the spot with her eyes open.