The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

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And he heard the sound of the arrow and disappeared, leaving behind the sound of a tail pulling.

This arrow was not fired by Ange.

It's coming from the north.

All right, shoot.

When Ange so commanded, his men nodded, "Ha," and led an arrow to the long bow.

When I squeezed, I ripped the strings off.

I heard a pizzy noise for a moment, and it went off with the sound of baki.

He hit a thick branch and broke an arrow.

"What are you doing?"

Ange scolded his men, laughing in a quarrel.

"Shh, excuse me"

I keep my head down in a panic.

"I still have four. Calm him down."

When his men emitted again, the next time the arrow slipped brilliantly through the woods, stretching out the sound - yip.

After a while, from the main unit with the epitaph, I heard the sound of an arrow.

I heard a noise, in reply.

Shooting the last arrow from here to the mountain, you're ready.

Ange grabbed the saddle and put her foot on the horse, hissing unassisted.

The only thing Ange wears is a lightly detailed clasp underneath her coat.

And then there's a lightweight metal helmet and a thin cloth to hide the woman on the battlefield covering her nose from the bottom.

That was the only thing that was haunting me, and compared to when I was wearing sheet metal armor, it was lightweight.

"Start the march. Make him stop pausing."

"Roger - break over! All armies, prepare to advance!!

The lieutenant gave the order out loud, and everyone began to move.

The enemy's front-line position, which propelled the troops forward and discovered them, had a barrier just loaded with various trees, large and small, even though it was a simple fence made of wood…

It's only made of shape, and there's not even a pointed tree branch poking toward this one, and it's going to get over easily.

Quite far from there, a single thick white line was drawn, as it longitudinally traversed the road.

It must be some kind of landmark.

Is it lime powder?

Fifty steps forward.

"Fifty steps forward!

Ange's words were recited aloud by his deputy, and the squad began to move.

And there was a gunshot at whether it would be on the white line or not.

I thought I heard a gunshot sound like a faraway lightning bolt, the next moment, Kavan! And I heard a creepy sound.

The heads of the soldiers borrowed from the Knights of the Bodhisattva can be bounced and fall on the spot.

"Stop!

So when I gave the order out loud, I didn't wait for the deputy to repeat it, and the whole squad stopped.

From Ange, the only one on horseback, I could see that one of the stopped soldiers was on the front line, crouching down and taking care of the soldiers.

The Knights who were shot, just the elite, got up, shaking their heads to wake up.

They are not wearing sheet metal armor, but they are wearing helmets and wrapped around clasps.

From where I shot him, there are hundreds of steps to this point.

If you hit the meat, bounce it. It's the distance to fly, but not the distance to pierce the helmet.

Unlike arrows flying in the air, iron cannons emitting round debris (crushed) have a significant deceleration at a distance at the earliest possible speed.

Perhaps the enemy's gun took this one... which means it's a trap.

It could be what the murdered scouts had.

"Hmm..."

You're not shooting at me.

During this expedition, Gustave Oldenant, a deputy chief, said in a crouching voice that was close to old age.

Gustave is the man who, on behalf of his father… that is, served Lenitzcht Sacramenta and remained Angelica's minister.

They won't shoot, which would mean they won't keep firing.

If you're going to keep shooting at me, you need to storm me, but you don't.

Of course, there are guns here too.

But getting a little closer to a shootout was an impossible story.

The walls built by the enemy, of course, do not go through bullets, but this one is naked and we have no shields available.

This is just going to drain.

Most importantly, the distance of a hundred steps was too far for a shootout.

The enemy only looks like a bean grain, and it's impossible to target such a small target.

Seems like we hit it by accident earlier, but in general, even if we're so far apart, we're just wasting ammunition and gunpowder on both sides, making it a tight, frivolous battle.

Then you can give the order to assault to get over the wall and cross the blades.

but the job entrusted to Ange was not that.

Ange's job is to keep the main unit in charge of Epitaph from pushing up, holding (...) and (...) coming (...) troops from running away, not challenging the enemy from here and destroying them.

If you focus on that, you don't have enough hands in case your blonde runs into the woods and you're afraid to leak away.

No matter how much you win in battle, it doesn't make any sense if you miss it.

Ange is here just in case she misses her key target.

In other words, it would be right to stop the troops from moving forward here, to spread the troops in the woods while waiting for the enemy to move, and to keep them ready.

"My unit, leach into both wings as per the meeting. The knights will not advance, but will remain here."

Ange decided to keep her well-informed men in the woods and leave the borrower soldiers at hand.

Hii -, and there was another sound of arrows.

"What is it from earlier? Gustave, are you listening to anything?

In a slightly irritating voice, Ange said.

"No, I didn't ask"

Ange, who laid a sickle-like formation so that she could wait, was anxious about the sound of an arrow flying in from the main unit led by Epitaph.

Ange hasn't had any of those meetings with Epitaph about how many times or types of arrows he makes a code, or what a second arrow means.

Yet the arrow rings when it does.

In other words, no matter how many times I heard the sound of the arrow, I had no idea what it meant.

For the first couple of times, I wondered if I was shooting just in case I was afraid that the transmission would end up defective, but in the last thirty minutes or so, I had heard the sound of the arrow about ten times.

I feel something disturbing.

However, given the difference in power, it's a little hard to think what Epitaph's main unit might be in danger of.

But we don't know what happens on the battlefield.

It was the word my father used to say.

The possibility that a thousand or two thousand cavalry climbed the Great Slope and poked their backs like a disease is unthinkable.

Maybe the enemy dropped the bridge and refused to leave, too, because of those odds.

"I don't know. Are they communicating the crisis…"

The sound of the arrows alone could not tell whether they were communicating the crisis or seeking reinforcements.

"I don't know either. It's just that the enemies that are supposed to come are not in a hurry."

said the deputy chief, Gustave.

"It's still early. Not much time has passed since Lord Epitaph stormed."

If the rage momentum broke the front line and the crushing of the enemy started instantly, it's not strange that it's time to be balled (...) bumped (...) kicked (...) and popped up here.

But it's not always that easy to poke and collapse.

It was no surprise that no enemies had emerged yet.

"Right."

Gustave had just been through various phases of combat, and what Ange wanted to say seemed immediately to have been guessed.

"What do you think?

and for an opinion,

"I can't judge."

And Gustave said.

"Right..."

At that moment, anxiety stroked Ange's heart.

There is no certainty that we can make an accurate decision when we say that we are putting a large number of lives on the scene of life and death.

The right and wrong decisions are left to luck.

Unlike the various decisions we have made in territorial management, we cannot take back our failures.

It was the first experience, with an overwhelming sense of reality.

"We only obey Angelica's life. If I die as a result of a mistake, I'm not dissatisfied with anyone."

Gustave told me to see through Ange's mood, only the fierce warriors.

"... right"

That's why I want to go home after letting everyone have the honor of victory.

But victory in war is more or less gained in exchange for the sacrifice of human life.

"But don't Angelica......, how many times do I have to tell you"

And that was when Ange said it.

"Order! Order! Eh!

There was a shadow that appeared from the woods, screaming out loud.

When a man came out screaming through the woods and exposed his whole body, besides what would happen or his pants, his upper body was only wearing skin clothes.

I took off everything that would stand in my way to run, and I guess I've been running just now.

The decree, acknowledging Ange's appearance, stopped, but loosened his knees in an unbearable manner.

He lays his hands on his collapsing knee, bends his back to bow, and breathes desperately.

"Ha, ha, ha"

"Duh, what's up? Be calm."

said Ange.

"Ha, from the Great Master Horse, now"

The man pointed straight to his left with one hand, roughing his breath.

There is a steep fence built by the enemy, which is still visible.

"Attack," he said.

"What..."

"Ha, ha"

The man is breathing rough.

Are you losing your mind about the blood, or are you going down now?

"I'm sorry I'm tired, but can't you ask for more details? What happened?"

"Ha... eh"

The man began to nauseate him on the spot.

A meal that he put in his stomach before the battle became dirty and fell to his feet.

Beyond the limits, I guess I've been running through the woods.

Did you fall a few times along the way, your skin clothes on top were dirty with sweat and mud, and there was blood coming from some ripped skin.

The man wiped the diarrhea on his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Shit, excuse me, do..."

"I don't mind. You have done your duty well enough."

"... The Grand Master said it was a fraudulent scheme. The enemy is still crossing the bridge, he said," Attack them immediately. "

Ange felt like a cold blade stabbed her in the head.

Anger over the incompetence of scouts filled his head, and then calm thinking gave rise to questions.

No, the bridge was on fire, that's supposed to be true.

The scourge played by the elite of the papal realm cannot have misjudged it.

There is also a good chance that he was falling to the enemy and deliberately misreported it.

No, not if you're thinking about it.

"The enemy wasn't there. Standing on the fence was a body of scouts. I changed my armor..."

Ange, turning her neck back, looked at the fence where she was facing.

There, the shadows are moving.

Unless you're like a Southern heretic (voodoo) corpse (zombie), I guess this one isn't Kakashi.

"Thank you for your hard work. If you don't die, you stay put and rest."

Ange triumphs over a man,

"It is an urgent life from the archbishop!! We move forward than this!!

He raised his voice as he slowly circled the horse for a spin.

Then he pulled out his sword and pointed him at the end of the road so that he could shoot through it.

"Proceed ye!!

And it was when I tried to slap him in the stomach in an attempt to move the horse forward.

They grabbed my leg and stopped it.

"Princess, please wait!

It was Gustave.

"What the heck!?

Ange returns the horse as she presses it back.

"On top of this small crowd, the enemy has a gun! In addition, the princess would have come with her armor down!

Indeed, other than the thin metal helmet, Ange was only wearing this and a fine clasp under his coat (surcoat).

I cover half my face with a black cloth to hide the woman, but unlike steel cheeks, it has no defensive effect.

In this march, thick-eyed sheet metal armor, etc. was left on the ship by everyone except Epitaph.

"Only princesses are riding horses here! It's too dangerous."

The horse is relatively unsuitable for going through the woods, so the horse riding squad had not arrived from the main unit.

In other words, in this separate task force, only Ange is on horseback, as high as one body minute.

"I don't mind!

"Then at least refrain from being on the front line!

"Kuh."

”Shut up, shut up," I almost said.

but Ange came to think that Gustave had a point in his remarks and pressed it down his throat.