Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

I was confused.

Maybe there's someone else with a previous life besides me.

It is also likely Japanese because it uses kanji.

Maybe he's just a foreigner who thinks it's cool to see that letter...

To be honest, I'd like to talk to him.

Then what...

It's best to capture him alive...

The people of the Patriarchate spoke according to the grasslands.

It was the Patriarchate who broke the prairie practice first, so you can ignore it. However, it is troubling whether it is okay to do this because the Patriarchate did it.

Reports say there's supposed to be less than 6,000 soldiers. There's only about 700 here.

Ambush, then? Think about it, but even if you feel the wind, you don't feel the presence of an ambush.

I use the magic of loudness.

"Guys, listen up! They were the only proud warriors who didn't move forward when I was talking about yesterday's battle!

No, I don't know. The story about having a unit like that is going to be okay with everyone.

"If they want a proud battle, I'll answer them."

A few confusions in one of my words, my fellow endorsers.

It would be better to follow the modus operandi than to destroy it to capture it alive.

"He who understands the southern word, forward."

A few people come forward in my words.

There was an Au among them, so I nominate him.

"My name is Jumka..."

"newqmjumcaklahvgparklajoiapuiu"

Louder the voices of those who interpret my words.

When the mouth ends and the man in the armor of the other body signals, 700 people move simultaneously to set up a shield and form a formation.

We move forward slowly watching it.

A fighter sets up a bow and releases an arrow.

The soldiers of the Patriarchate lift up their shields on the arrows heading for the bow to prevent them.

Moving further forward, now there will be a cavalry by the warriors.

The Patriarchate lowered those who were lifting shields, and shields came forward.

I know how to fight the people of the meadows well.

Go further here, and bring it into the mix, but you'll have it, you'll have it.

But it's unacceptable in the meadows not to bring it into a mixed war here.

"Sword Drawing"

When the warriors and fighters pulled out their swords, the soldiers of the Patriarchate put up spears.

Short spear for mixing.

Honestly, it would have been nice if you'd done something like that, but there's no other way.

Meadow warriors surrounded themselves to encompass the soldiers of the Patriarchate.

~ Noel ~

He managed to get me on. The Patriarchate broke the meadow code first. The people of the meadow even threatened to storm that it had nothing to do with their mouths.

This will not chase those who have retreated.

"Beware of the arrows of the people of the meadows, Square, put your shield forward and endure until the conflagration"

When I raise my voice, the well-trained soldiers stand with their shields.

Arrows fly out of this one's reach.

I just have to stand still and guard the arrows.

An arrow knocks your allies down, but you get up quickly.

It is still difficult to pierce metal armor with obsidian arrows.

The shooting of the people of the meadows was also adequately prevented by shields and armor only by the use of iron jaws by some.

The people of the meadows are supposed to bring them into the conflagration like this!

As expected, the people of the meadows have brought them into the conflagration.

Slowly surrounding us and fighting.

The people of the meadows gently surpass the weapon advantage of short spears and swords. It's a situation that we're trying to make him have with morale and solidarity.

I'm next door. I see my partner who kept fighting with me all the time.

"Hey, Jack, we fought fine, didn't we?

"Right, Noel."

"The people of the meadows honor the warriors who fought well, so if we surrender now, we may survive."

"Maybe."

"If I lose, you command, make me drop my weapon and surrender, goodbye"

"Hey, Noe..."

I went across the horse without listening to Jack, aiming for a big man with feather decorations, maybe a general of the people of the meadows

My body trembles, maybe I lose and die, I'm afraid.

Whoa, I got to get someone who can interpret.

~ Jumka ~

We're bringing them into a mixed war, but the enemy is still in sight.

Each one wins strength and number, but the morale of the people of the Patriarchate is high. Coming towards me till I die.

There will be limits soon because we are reducing our enemies by a little bit, but I don't want to reduce the number of men in the meadows any more.

A full-body armored man, supposedly a patriarchal general if you think so, came at me with a single man across the horse.

"rgaeoajevrf"

"The Admiral of the People of the Meadows and the Visible, battle in a single battle"

"I see him as the general of the Patriarchate, trying to take that ride."

"wuhsadncvzolji"

When the interpreter translated my words, the armored man threw down his spear and put out his fine sword before pulling it out.

I put my sword up there, too.

A ride between the generals, everyone swallows solitary spit and watches.

Horses rush over and bump into each other.

The sword and sword collide and the armored man turns back.

It does seem to do it, but only as much as it does in this meadow.

Maybe if I wanted to kill him, I would have ended up with a blow.

I shook my sword wide open.

I was deliberately sworn so that I could receive the sword, so I was sworded together, but my muscles moved and I blew up the armored man.

The armored man is down and can't move well.

The people of the meadows are cheering.

I turn my sword to the man with the armor.

"Who are you,, or hooayou?

I spoke to a man in Japanese.

The man shivers his body and turns his face this way.

I had a falling horse and a sore body, and I've been looking at this one.

"Japanese, that means the same Japanese as me?

Japanese returned.

"I need to talk to you for a second."

"Yeah, okay."

We were talking in Japanese.

The man stood up and threw away his sword.

Turn your hands back and remove the full face helmet.

When the helmet comes off, fuzz, and thin, golden hair are flushed into the wind.

When I take my helmet, my face appears.

Cut long eyes, blue eyes, beautiful sculpture-like faces were there.

Both those in the meadows and those in the Church were fascinated by the face of the man, no, the woman.

"froaiejdmslkl"

When the woman screamed something, the warriors of the Patriarchate threw down their weapons.

"I surrender."

Woman... you were only talking to Noel.

Noel put his palms together.

Magic can come out of anywhere in the body, but the most powerful is the palm, so it was the prairie, the south, and the common signal of surrender that brought the palm and palm forward as surrender.

I ordered the fighters who were nearby to tie Noel up.

"The people of the Church surrendered. They fought us proudly! Let us answer it, too. Never make it worse."

When I gave the order, the warrior, the fighter, lowered his weapon.

We assembled the soldiers of the Patriarchate in one place and decided on their treatment at the Council of Chiefs.

Some insisted on treating them as slaves.

Some insisted on subordinating them as fighters.

Siu broke, insisting that Au, Longa and Ag turn back as fighters.

In a meadow with fewer men, immediate combat power against wildlife is what we want even with a little less food.

Their whereabouts were determined in the discussion.

And I was entrusted with everything for Noel's treatment.

Originally, the treatment of the enemy commander can be determined by a meeting, but this time Noel is a woman, so she will be treated like the woman I took from the south.

I went into my own simple pao and spoke to Noel, who sat on the ground with his hands tied.