Fly the Flag of Fire!

Humans line up like streams in the lowlands sandwiched between hills and hills. The spacing between the luggage and the luggage is wide. For that reason the soldiers of the escort were concentrated in front of and behind the line, which could be described as a defenseless march to see.

The number of luggage vehicles is high. Preliminary information suggests that a considerable amount of food and military funds are being transported. The final destination is Count Salmant territory, and it has also been confirmed that a large ship is already standing by at the river crossing base on the East Dragon River. This is no longer how Kuster and others can be transported there. Because there are many base garrisons and they cannot fight on the water or in the West Bank.

Behind a tight look, anxiety seeps through hiccups and fears and doesn't stop. But go. The years I've been fixing my thoughts are holding Kuster back.

"Flip more through the center, split up and slap the front and rear escorts"

Kuster kicked the horse's belly and ran down the hill all at once. The reins hook onto the front bridge of the saddle to set your hands free, once the spear is very tight, twice to return the tip of the crease, and twice to penetrate as the head of the six hundred horsemen. Wear yourself as a sharp blade tip. Those who follow divide by widening their holes, and then crush the order and morale of their enemies.

He took down one of the nearest men and divided them into enemies. And at that moment his whole body is a poppy kuster.

(This is...!

There was fear in the face of a different enemy, and tension... and that was it. There is no amazement, upset and confusion. The pulled face flashes with the will of a warrior who meets his instincts as an organism. That's why I'm flexible. I don't want to be forced to take Kuster's spearhead, I leave it to pass.

It should be a complete ambush. Besides, he rammed the flank of a line that must be a steep spot, where there was little escort. That's what's been done. Kuster's spear only hooked one or two. Impossible.

The central breakthrough was so vividly successful that it was too vivid. If you rushed your horse up to the hill across the street and looked back, fulfilling it, the convoy of transport units was divided into two parts, and the mutilation trampled by two thousand and four hundred hooves was as if you had smashed the guts of a creature.

But the number of people who discussed it is too small. There are no dozens of them as far as I can see. There's also something wrong with the load that got kicked down and scattered. Not a bag of flour, not to mention a crate of gold. Wood. Strange pieces of wood are scattered as construction materials, such as wooden piles or planks.

The front and rear escorts are infantry subjects, about Ni Hundred each. It is a number that can be smashed without bitterness if hit as planned. But there was a wide spectrum of hesitation about it. Kuster doubted my eyes.

Long spear. Spears are aligned and being erected to reach three times the length of a person's back. He should have been just an infantry the first time he looked down. Spear length was also a common part of personal combat. That is the instant transformation.

Load. The cargo close to the escort was loaded with long spears. And they're deploying it immediately, putting together a neat team for Kuster and the others. There is sharpness in that temper of battle, and it is as if it were not what it had previously felt for the leadership.

It looked familiar. Opponents who have fought in various parts of the territory for the past two years or so... are a group of civilian fighters called the Hackinen Guards. Kuster appreciates that it is an organization that has risen exclusively with merchant escorts, with a medium smell. Although it was only hit to the point of restraint because it was an eyesight disorder but not the one who had to be crushed.

(No way, even if you're trying to decide on a female male?

Looks like a cavalry with a pine light ran some rides from the escort unit. Going up to the hill that leads to where Kuster and the others were lying down, swinging the lights.

It's no longer obvious to anyone's eyes. This is a trap. The line of human horses in the eye is not the transport unit of the leadership. It no longer matters whether a soldier is a leader or a Hackinen convoy. There's nothing Kuster and the others get on this hill, only danger is trying to wrap up six hundred rides in acceleration.

Kuster tongued sharply and let the hand signal run a short six hundred rides. I won't separate it. There's no point in winning here. Losses are inevitable, and nothing to gain from hitting that loss. In an attempt to cross the hill to the other side, he acknowledged the dust rising high at night as well.

(Is that the main unit... a cavalry, a thousand to go down)

If that happens, it is definitely a thousand rides of the tiger child of the territorial capital. Apparently, the leadership has raised its back to the horse thief crusade. According to Kuster's estimate, the permanent reserve for the territorial capital of Count Hellevy is three thousand and a little. If you let go of a thousand more horsemen for splitting a thousand for the last few days of positive transport, there will be only a minimum of defensemen left in the territorial capital.

Besides, there's only one dust left. A little far, but that would also be an equivalent force, and Kuster guessed that it would be a cavalry that had marched from the direction and from the crossing base. It might be more troublesome over there. There is a risk of being distracted from exiting into the interior.

From behind, the disguised Long Spear Squad also looms. That number is about five hundred, but what you know is a threat. The smell is also known to be high. If it extends to the showdown here, or it could be the tip of a long spear to prune Kuster's life.

Kuster snorted.

I thought it was a useless “hunch” to make. Nobility is something that doesn't let go of ornaments that adorn you, and you ask for more visible warfare than those who can't fight. I didn't expect Count Matthias Herlevy, who would apply to either of them, to make so many decisions.

Apparently, he lost to a rush around the realm... so Kuster seemed to shrivel his hands and feet. It's only a nightmare, such as someone who knows the battlefield falls into a battlefield unknown aristocracy operation.

(... Was it a big dream for me, like leaving Salomon's "fire” behind?)

Kuster closed his eyes during the bundle. The one in this world at all doesn't get to see what you want to see. Salomon is dead, Zikirlosa disappears, and the masses are everywhere difficult. At the very least, the cavalry that I intend to raise in my hand is also exposed to the danger of siege from my own unknown.

So let's think it through. No. Until then, the interruption of chest noise on the other hand increases.

"Go back a little farther. Guys, you don't miss your dust gear, do you?

The answer is no. Many of these six hundred horsemen used to belong to the Salomon army as prostitutes. I'm guessing where Kuster thinks, so I could tell him a lot in minimal words. You can't destroy the inside.

"... All right, let's go!

Leaving the Long Spear Squad behind, they proceeded in a direction that would strike the gap between a thousand and a thousand. Successfully use the ups and downs of the hills to run ten squads at a time, secretly separating a total of one hundred rides, so that you don't know from the front or the rear. To contact another 200 horsemen. excited as a number, but that's not just an aim to increase the certainty of being contacted. In the worst case scenario, someone has to get inside. Things are persecuting.

Kuster and the other five hundred horsemen are dead. to miss the separate teams.

I don't think I can beat him by hitting 2,000 rides properly, etc. Kuster is not amateur enough to dream of beating four times his enemies. Besides, the horses are of the same quality as the cavalry on the north side. It would be easier just to escape, let alone if it were something that was deluding the way out into the interior.

You'll be out east at the expense... yes Kuster was thinking. Enter the place where the chaser will give up even if he can't shake it off at speed. That is, the Northeast Demonic Realm “Dead Gray Desert." There is only a difference between being killed by people or naturally, but nature does not try to track the path to the inside. Neither the two hundred horsemen of the detachment team nor the hundred horsemen who ran to contact them would go there if they had to...... Kuster has no suspicion.

The dust movement was a little duller than expected. I'm guessing you're here with the intention of pursuing them. From them, I guess we can't assume the move to rush towards ourselves. Kuster laughed. The path between them was blocked, but it is significant that it was not immediate. You will no longer be able to turn your hand to a separate task force.

"Did you just win tactics... at least that's what you have to do"

Kuster exhaled his self-derision at night rubbing his cheeks. The last battle I fought under Salomon's command...... I remember that battle that killed the Eberian Imperial Army to kill. It is not my struggle. The stupidity of the brave man who caused this was felt overlapping with his present self.

Salomon said. This is a stupid ass wipe, he said.

Kuster, who was only a part of the cavalry unit, didn't see the whole picture at the time. But there are things I knew. Salomon wasn't going to fight like that. That was similar to a bitter oddity, with perhaps an element of betting. It seems to Kuster that Salomon has been thinking about his strategy day and night to keep winning more firmly over time.

I don't know what Salomon would think if he saw himself now like that... I'm sure he would laugh coldly as usual. No matter how many lives you have, it's not enough. He told me to take care of the coward's desperation. And they do everything in their power to create a situation where they can fight.

Run. Just run. But only when they were side-by-side.

Kuster saw that the number would be as good as this one. Is it each other that can be seen as flickering due to changes in the ups and downs of the hills? I can't confirm the flag, so I don't know where it belongs, but I'm guessing it would have preceded me as a guerrilla unit. Speed, good positioning and a bad opponent.

If you think ahead, you can't keep running like this. I have to pinch my rest somewhere, but I can't even temporarily dazzle myself with this one side-by-side. He said he could interdict with the main team behind him just a little more than this one.

(... then just think through it)

Strike and mess up, leave instantly to earn distance. If you decide to do so, you will only find opportunities later. Kuster observes a series of hills. Ideally I want to hit the reverse drop from side to side. But that's the same thing over there, I can't take a favorable terrain early. You can't slow it down either.

Neither can that, nor is this sufficient, because it is in the best interests of the enemy, do not come near... A repeated disease that does not accompany and leaves is a tactical battle between commanders. It's not just a fight to bump into each other.

(Quite, do...)

The commander of the guerrilla force seems powerful enough not to be seen these days. Not to come forcefully, but not just to retreat to weak hips. A vain rush continues in time when we have to strain the thread of tension. Its guts are brilliant too, but I accidentally roared when they tried to disengage me by pretending to ride this invitation. Flexible and clever soldier. Kuster is convinced that it will be a general of any name.

"Ha ha."

The joy of coming in leaked out of my mouth. Flip your hands and convey your intentions to those you lead. I felt signs of a swelling of war over my back. Reliable fever.

"... All right, go!

The moment he entered the sloping terrain downwards, he divided the five hundred rides into left and right halves. Kuster leads the right and runs toward the enemy. I've avoided the enemy troops for the first time, but I'm guessing you've figured out how many of them are here, coming to your left as you respond. But I won't hit it. Kuster leaves to the left to respond to his opponent.

It was just an arcuate path along a gentle hill. Enemy troops take the form of tracking Kuster and the others. You will have noticed that Kuster and the others have increased their speed slightly, but the good guess is a vendetta.

The two hundred and fifty horsemen divided to the left now go exactly to that hill. When Kuster and the others pulled to the right, they slowed down in the dust and ranged to make it happen. The slope is a loose but reverse drop. Besides, it's a diagonal shape to the flank of enemy troops. Confirming it over his shoulder, Kuster deepened his grin.

The roar was also rough, and two hundred and fifty horsemen began the assault. The enemy unit appears to have bled heavily. The formation is disturbed and there is variation in velocity. Opportunity. All you have to do is go around to the right and shoot him another blow and he'll be done. I intend to take aim at the Commander. Any amount paid for the distance from the enemy main unit must be recovered.

(Sounds like a great soldier, but that's a shame, you've gone too far with me. proficiency leading the cavalry...... I guess it was the defeat that even guessed the difference)

The position of the commander is approximate. Without aiming there, Kuster screamed unexpectedly. I felt like an ice spear or something pierced my back. I'm about to drop a real spear. He looked back until he pulled the reins, opened his eyes, and Kuster shrugged.

"hey... you're lying..."

There were Kusters and others who came through with great momentum behind the two hundred and fifty horsemen. Is that number about a hundred rides? He leads the big man and plays and skips his buddies like a storm. Coming up.

But it's not. Kuster doesn't fear anything like that.

A familiar paralysis was shaking his whole body. It had taught Kuster the return of an intense “hunch”. Look. Not more than look. He was there, trying to lurk in the back of a herd of human horses.

Bigeye is shooting at himself.

It was as if it were some other HR, and Kuster was aware of it.

Late, one arrow actually grew out of his left shoulder. Go on. On the right shoulder.

"What... I knew you were watching"

I fell from my back to the ground and the shock clogged my breath. Bleeding gets your shoulders wet with fever. Unfortunately, even the pain of twisting my leg echoes into my brain's medulla. It was neither passive nor anything that happened.

There was a cracked sound on the occult plate of the back sac.

It sounded dry, but it sounded comfortable to my ears.