Trinitas Mundus

Four hours after the ambush along the street to Fort Chulock, at 4 p.m. three hours after the start of the retreat, the survival of the advance party arrived at the entrance to the narrow road.

Under Hamish's command were fifty Second Squadron of the Third Battalion of the Knights of the Springs, reduced to half, and a total of two hundred and thirty warriors, one hundred of the Mercenaries of Markat and eighty of the Prostitutes, many of whom were wounded and tired.

Even the elite Mercenary Corps of Markat (Red Arms) had dropped from the initial 200 to less than half of them, with 20% of the casualties of war and prostitutes, many of whom died in battle and many more young mercenaries fled in panic.

(That's a miserable failure until brilliant. Well, the only salvation that could have secured the exit...)

They are relieved that they were able to secure a long narrow road, which leads from the village of Millis.

The narrow path is about 10 km long and narrow, with cut cliffs that extend several meters and more than thirty meters into walls, with feelings such as the rift of the earth.

There is no water flowing now, but if it rains, will it be a river, a rock as big as a gorge is rolling gobbly? It is always damp where it is flattened at the hands of people to be used as a street.

Hamish Markat sighs about difficult orders, looking at narrow roads.

(Ten people fight at a time on this road is the limit. If we build a wall around Zenga with me, we can get everyone out of here... but the orders are to secure this valley. I guess I'll have to keep my enemies down here until I can do it...)

The left and right sides of the narrow entrance are cut cliffs, and to its east stretches a meadow with low trees and suki-like grass. A narrow street leads east to sew the small hills of that meadow, entering the woods a kilometer away.

(Since there is no shelter, there will be no surprise attacks... but if surrounded by three parties, they could be crushed. What to do......)

After taking a breath of the spring water flowing out of between the rocks, he assembled a captain class to determine his future policy.

The five captains and Alberic, deputy captain of Leland of the Knights and deputy secretary of the Mercenary Corps of Markat, had been summoned, as well as Ray.

"The order I received from Captain Kilgaroho is to secure this narrow path. The captain has already withdrawn, but the order is in effect."

Gareth Ayling, the squad's most opposed to the word.

"You don't have to listen to that coward's orders. It is impossible for us to contain two thousand oaks in this unfavourable terrain. Retreat immediately!

A word of approval rises for that word.

"You may not want to hear orders from commanders who did escape, etc. But if we can contain this place to the enemy, reinforcements that will come after this will not be able to make their way to Turok. It is strategically appropriate to keep this place secure in order to help Chulock and protect the kingdom. Right, Ray?

Ray, suddenly told the story, gets stuck in the answer.

(Sure, but I wonder how much this power can bring. Early horses arrived in King's Capital (Fonce) on October 1st. The reinforcements depart as early as October 2nd. As soon as possible, as we hurried to Bridgend, we would have arrived yesterday, October 5th. If we were to leave early this morning and arrive in Bogby Village the day after tomorrow, October 8th and the day after that in Millis Village, we would have to guard this place dead for at least four days. I can't do that)

"Strategically, you're right. But..."

Where he tried to keep talking, Hamish forcefully blocks it.

"That's what I'm saying. Strategically, it's imperative that we keep this place secure. But, perhaps, reinforcements will arrive early, three days later, and six days later, if you normally think about it. In the meantime, can we keep this place secure? I guess that's what you're thinking."

Hamish, borrowing Ray's words, convinced everyone to stay put.

And it smells and persuades the snowflake of the battle ahead and the conditional retreat.

"If the enemy is just an oak, there is a winning chance. If we stay here, we can secure our way out. If Auga is going to show up, you just have to retreat. Gareth, you think we're gonna lose like Orcs?

Being belligerent and admiring Hamish, Gareth laughs niggardly and shakes her neck to the side.

"If it's just the orcs, and if it's just to protect this place, no problem."

"That's what I'm saying. Lord Leland, you have to withdraw. We mercenaries do this kind of work."

As Leland tries to raise his voice of protest, Hamish raises it with his right hand to control it.

"This place is protected by our Mercenary Corps of Mercenaries (Red Arms). The Knights and the Prostitutes are asked to withdraw immediately. But leave the food, the arrows, the supplies you need."

Ray couldn't believe the words.

(I can't believe you reduced your allies, even though you're disadvantaged... surely the young mercenaries get stuck. The knights may not be able to use it more than the prostitutes because the veterans have almost collapsed, too. But the battle should be number. this is wrong)

He stands up quickly and stands in front of Hamish.

"Are you going to die! Fighting is number. That's a protracted battle, too, if you don't have replacement personnel, you'll be exhausted in no time. Please reconsider!

He lowered his head at the end and kept his hips down.

"Ray's the best thing to say. But in these places, small but strong walls are stronger. Ray, if you want to change my mind, try to do more than I think!

Hamish puts his arms together and stares at Ray with a provocative eye.

(Even if it's more than that... magically add a piece at once... no. The terrain is too bad. If the forest is imminent, we can also set fire to it. But if it's such a large meadow, it'll disappear as soon as there's no fuel. Not suitable for that either. Even if I can bring it to noon tomorrow, and try to use solar light collection magic (solar system), the cliffs cut to the west, the south side are also sticking out a little, so I can't use it until I move forward considerably... I've never used it, but even if I come up with something like a mist of sleep with dark attributes, there are too many enemies. No...)

As he was conceiving, Hamish called out.

"Are you thinking of magically putting all pieces on it? Surely your magic is powerful. If you keep this up, you'll be a great sorcerer of history. But magic isn't omnipotent. Take advantage of your knowledge, no matter the magic."

When Hamish said so with Bosoli, he put his arms together again and meditated his eyes.

(Mr Hamish is right. I wonder what I meant. [M] I can't believe Mr. Hamish, called a hero, was trying to do something about his opponent so ready to die by himself, a young man like me...)

And then again, I started to sort out the situation and figure out if there was any thread.

(We cannot retreat. Besides, it's overwhelmingly lost in numbers. I don't have time to build a defensive fence or anything. What does Mr. Hamish think? There are about a hundred markat mercenaries. Given the break, I guess you're going to keep half fifty people on the front line all the time. That can only be placed in a semi-circular shape with a precise diameter of twenty m)

So I remembered a book I used to read about war history.

(Now it's like the Battle of Thermopurai - 300 Spartan troops led by King Leonidas fought a million Persian troops, the famous Battle of the Persian War -... Thermopurai? Strong defense formation... by infantry... the Phalanx!... best if you have a pike, but there are quite a few spears. If the number of crossbows (Ishiyumi) is also...)

Again, Ray gets up and asks questions early in the arrow to concretize what he just thought.

"How many spears? How many arrows, how many crossbows and how many Tai Arrows are left? What's left of the food?

To that question, Hamish smiles and answers himself, wondering if he has come up with anything.

"The spears are roughly a hundred, including those of Squad Four. Fifty arrows each against forty archers. There are fifty crossbows and twenty too many arrows around each side. The food... right, don't hold it for three days. What's wrong with that?

He explains as he paints with a sword on the ground.

"Listen. Create a horizontal squad with swordsmen with shields lined up without gaps in the avant-garde. Take this on the east, south, and north sides, and place the speared soldier behind it so that he can spear it through the slightest gap between the swordsmen. Now you can defend the wall with a shield, or you can attack it with a spear."

To make sure everyone understands, Ray looks up.

All of them, trying to imagine his story for themselves, varied from staring at the paintings on the ground, to meditating and contemplating his eyes, but it seemed to the mercenaries in the war to understand his intentions.

Having determined that the formation was imaginable, Ray will next explain how to fight.

"As we remain in this formation, we will soon be unable to fight due to fatigue, so we will descend one side at a time with the signals and alternate. Naturally, enemies push in as they fall back, so once they advance and push out before them, they fall left and right all at once. That's when they attack the shoving enemies with crossbows and bows, forming an even more swordsman centered on two-handed swordsmen, and they go on offense. Repeat this and I think you'll earn some time."

Hamish and the others meditate their eyes and imagine the battle.

"Okay. That's it. Al, are you done treating the wounded?

"It's almost done, but there are about twenty of us who are unlikely to be able to fight."

Hamish nods and turns back to Leland.

"Lord Leland, could you let the injured and the horses flee backwards? After that, I'd like you to head straight to Bridgand and tell reinforcements about this situation."

Leland would look unconvinced, but I reconsidered that there should be a Knights human being.

"Got it. Regrettably, it sounds like my job. I'm heading straight to the village of Millis."

He immediately got up and started getting ready.

Hamish turns to Ray again.

"We'll have an earlier meeting of measures. You'll see how the avant-garde is arranged. Everybody, follow Ray's instructions. You got it."

The captains nod loudly and get up quickly.

"Make six squads, with ten avant-gardes and ten rear guards as one spot. The archer and the two-handed swordsman take it off for now..."

We will soon build six squads around the veterans of the Mercenary Corps of Markat and distribute young men to it. Another forty archers and thirty reservists combining crossbowmen will be divided into forty swordsmen using two-handed swords.

"The avant-garde holds the shield in its chest position, like a sword poking at it, this way. When the enemy is advancing, pull your right foot low to avoid being blown away. Once the avant-garde is in a low position, the rear guard should stick the spear out of it. Aim up a little so you don't hit the avant-garde by mistake. The enemy is an oak, so the target is huge. If you just watch your body, you'll be fine. The team leader of each squad should check the status of their squad and tell them as soon as it becomes dangerous. The important thing is not to force it. Think of it as a danger to everyone if you can't back down by force..."

Until he begins to see his enemies, Ray will confidently and carelessly show off all he knows.

But in my mind, I was anxious and about to be crushed.

(It's a suicide attempt to head to the Great Army with a degree of tactics you've heard. But when I pretend to be unsure, everyone, especially the young mercenaries and knights, gets upset. Like Mr. Hamish and Mr. Valeria, make a smile even if you can't...)

Everyone listened seriously to his words and in about an hour they were somewhat shaped.

"Captain, I'm at your command. I'd better join a squad somewhere."

"You stay beside me and give me some advice. Ash, you take command of the Battousai, Stella, you get into Al's bow squad."

"I'm a magician. Better stay on the front line..."

"Your head is many times more useful to us than your spear. I'll leave it up to you to treat the injured."

Ray reluctantly followed Hamish's words because he couldn't bear to be in a safe place, but he is aware that his ability as a healer is best in this unit.

October 6th, 6pm.

When the sun goes down and it starts to get dark, we start to see a bunch of orcs in front of the advance party.

With Hamish's decree, a small formation of ten meters on each side can be done quickly, and the magic props of the lights are lit.

The glittering swords and spear tips looked fantastic, but the soldiers' faces seemed distorted by tension.

"From one spot to three squads, make a formation as directed! Stay on your knees until I give you an order. If you stand inadvertently, an arrow will pierce your back!

In order to stop the momentum of the orcs advancing, he attacked with bows and crossbows until he approached him, trying to reduce the number at all.

Footsteps called Dodd Dodd, raised by hundreds of orcs, and a roar raised by excited orcs stick around.

The young soldiers began to rattle and tremble at the sight, but when the veterans next door spoke down, they gradually regained calm.

Ray had made sure veterans were placed on the side to follow the young soldiers.

The appearance of the oak gradually becomes clearer.

Twenty arrows and fifty tai arrows (bolts) were released by Alberic's decree as they approached the distance from which the light reached the ugly face - about ten meters away.

"Shoot! The archer punches in one more time with a bend!

When the wind-cut sound of an arrow named Shredded disappeared, more than ten oaks fell more and more, and subsequent oaks were also taken off their feet to kill the momentum of the assault.

Immediately after that, Hamish's decree echoed around.

"All battle ready! Stand up!"

Sixty men in his decree make the sound of gash, and stand up in unison.

And as the spear and sword were connected by a stick, they stick forward at the same time.

Oak momentum is further weakened by its unusual sight, exposing its defenseless body before its metallic thickening.

"Stick it out!"

The swords and spears protruded by Hamish's ordinance left Orcs in despair one after the other.

Ray saw the look and was impressed.

(Wow... I can't believe I can make all this move in that short time. Looks like my trust in the Commander is connected to an undisturbed move...)

This was the dawn of the death fight, later called the Battle of Millis Valley.