Fly the Flag of Fire!

Is the wide smoke of thin clouds in the Ethereum a sign that the wind will shine through the heights of heaven? Far and far beyond the reach of man is always overhead. No matter how you flaunt the flag, the intrigue is nothing but the health of those who go to the earth. But go ahead. Because people's pride can only be in people's worlds... she thinks so.

Black steel was also glossy with gold decorations, and there was a horseman weaving a luxurious battle coat of red and purple yarn. It is also unusual in the Everian Empire to be a knight of women. No... Should I say ex-knight? Her name is Berta Ignacio. My maiden name is Aruba. By adoption, not marriage, she's changing her last name.

The Ignacio family. It is a family within the Six Uncles of the Four Horses of the Everian Empire, the Counts. It's the nobleman's gate. Born in a knight's house, she stands on her feet with a martial arts, and now she stands in a proper armed position. An artistic martial arts gesture.

Berta breathed, trying to take the magic out of the warm late spring atmosphere. Armor the heavy armor. There is no point unless there is something full within them. It's sharpened. It excites the mind and produces heat. Belly to chest. Chest to mouth. And then it went out.

"Everybody! Tied under the banner of King Golden Crown Sword, my brothers! It's time for bravery!

If she barked with a spear, three thousand horsemen of elite heavy cavalry responded with spears and temper. All are honorable Imperial Knights. They are young lions who, with their long patterns, sweep away the earth, and with their arrows, they also pierce their armor with strong bows. Sword arms and such are no longer to be said. Only being a strong man is eligible to join this Knights.

Golden Sword Knights.

This knighthood, led by Berta, exists as a trump card for the Imperial Army on the battlefield. Little kung fu means nothing to them. The fact that it does not involve infantry is a testament to this. Cutting off a portion of the enemy is customary as a means of confirming an individual's martial arts, and if he is a knight, it is common for the obedient knights to secure it, but they are unwilling to take such confirmation off the edge.

When the Golden Crown Sword King's flag moves, it is precisely then that it moves the battlefield. It is not a victory as a force. It is only in pursuit of the victory of the Imperial Army itself that these three thousand horsemen wave their martial arts.

Yes... Berta and the others are now against the Great Army as a unit in the Great Army.

"Shout! Follow me!!

The battlefield is a place of disaster. A social place for soldiers who wash their blood with blood.

The enemy is the Royal Athletic Army, roughly 50,000. The ally is the Eberian Imperial Army, roughly 45,000.

Berta and the other three thousand horsemen, who were located near its central left wing, of the two armies that expanded widely in the wilderness, forcefully launched forward. Horseshoe steps into its dead place, where arrows become rain and spears become forest. They were wrapped in flames of invisibility of war. One horse, again, one horse and one less number, but not retreating.

"Let go!"

A series of rides were fired by a large bow over the horse. They're all three strong bows. From behind, the arrows of the allies were also concentrated, and there was a slight confusion in the ranks of Berta and the others where they went. Berta and the others rush in, not losing sight of the moment when there will be no more to its breakdown, which will soon be repaired. Enter. Stab the martial arts.

The sound of something breaking was released into the atmosphere.

And the three thousand horsemen that were divided into them, which were like walls, were like steel wedges. Instead of being bounced back, he eats deeply gutted, slashing away his surroundings and strengthening the bleeding. Demonstrate a fierce force. The battlefield of the Royal Army hated it. Wedge punched in. That was an unbearable place to look. It was a tough place to react.

The Royal Army moved the formation and managed to crush three thousand horsemen. Because if you don't, the whole communication will be compromised. But that's why the Imperial Army starts pushing me. The momentum of the Royal Army was killed and the Imperial Army gained that momentum in inverse proportions. And with the movement of his allies on his back, the three thousand horsemen go further.

"Break it down! Break it down. No!! We are the swords of the Empire! You are the cutting edge of Wu!!

The Battle of the Three Thousand Horsemen deserved to be called Storm. While entering deep into the enemy, he presses his surroundings with an unforgivable force of blow and does not stop him from going back. No matter what, it can't be done unharmed. But whoever falls horseback immediately draws his sword as a foot soldier, waving it until the moment of death. This is strong again.

Berta and the others are scattered around. There, a group of brave military uniforms appeared to be blocked. The flags flying are wheat hoes held in circles. It is the Knights of Keimaru, whose name is known to the Count Etheramaki territory of the Kingdom of Asuria. He said many martial artists belong to him.

"Who do you think you are? A woman! I'll start by calling it brilliant, but I'll decorate that neck, my spear!

A particularly large knight in that group barked as he swung the long pattern with a boom. Where you don't even try to lower the surface cover is an insult, or did you ask for vision? My pride is on my face and my nose is rough.

"I'm Ossi Otara! Keimaru Knights' Rampage Spear is about me! Fight!!"

"My name is Berta Ignacio. I don't need it around your neck. Don't just die on my spear tip!

The two clashed.

The knight's skill in naming him Ossi was a certainty. Manipulate spears freely on horseback. The poking is sharp and the hitting is powerful enough for the air to roar. He is also skillful at manipulating horses with both legs only. So strong...... Berta appreciated its strength in her heart. And even prevent it. Concentrate on the spear tip to prevent all attacks, retreat, and use elbow and shoulder armor to withstand. Kill enemy moves.

"Ha! Did you cower!!

It was Ossi who let the horse down while I said it. I put my hands on lowering the face covering the moment I hid myself in the shadow of the horse's neck, but not Berta, who misses that gap. Throwing his body forward to the point of falling horse, he also pulled his right hand off the way and rolled out his full left hand poke. It's a spike twisting sharply inward through my hand.

Take a breath. Wear a fatal dot. Just a flash.

Berta's blow hit the face he was trying to hide from Ossi while blushing his horse's head. Mouth. The tip disappears into the mouth so it can be inhaled. The smell of blood came to the touch of iron after crushing the hard stuff. Pull the spear to hand immediately using it as a limit point. If you rotate the twist that was reaching your shoulders backwards, the spear pattern will show a spiral of blood.

That's Berta's only and biggest thrust. He hears the moves of a man, and imitates them himself. I've studied and honed, and I've only done this one trick extremely well. Berta built her place with this thrust. If you roll it out, you can't help but kill it.

Berta doesn't even see a knight collapsing miserably through his helmet anymore. I do not declare that I have taken it. Because she is the one who leads and fights the flag of the Golden Crown Sword King. Just pay for the spear tip blood and order it.

"Ravage it! Keep going!

Another strong bow pierced the space created by a single hit. Berta and the others rushed forward to wipe out the upsetting Knights of Keimaru. Now after them, the allies continue, and the onslaught of momentum has broken down the Royal Army here and there.

Eventually, the fall of the wheat ho flag in the circle was the one that cut it off, or the Royal Army flag was all upset, and eventually the breakdown began. I couldn't take the momentum of the Imperial Army. Once that happens, it is over. It is difficult to engage a soldier who has begun to disperse in a meeting.

But the confusion also made it difficult to reach the enemy formation. If the enemy escapes, the allies will follow. In ancient times, chase warfare was the most effective opportunity. Berta exhaled lightly, putting up a spear and issuing an order.

"Don't break the link! Fight a worthy enemy! Target those who still resist as troops!

Berta kicked a platoon forming a line from the side she said. Immediately interrupt the officer from position and position to penetrate the deadly blow. But I don't take proof of the consequences, I don't discuss them as much as I can. Even as the two armies are scattering in pursuit, they do not divide the Knights. He looks wide over the battlefield, identifies the enemies who are behaving like an organization and hits it.

"Don't go deep! You're going to compete for courage before us! Find the line!

While fighting, Berta rather split his labor more into calling on his allies. The enemy has not been powerless in everything that is collapsing. There was no doubt that we would try to regroup ahead east. We'll have backup troops there, too. On this occasion, and in all the armies of both countries, the number of disadvantages lies on the imperial side.

It is easy to follow the momentum, but it is a lower measure. Berta had calmly recognised the matter. There are circumstances where we cannot do that on the part of the Imperial Army now. This one has weak and low hindsight. You can't step in big.

"Clean up the remaining enemies! Repeat, sweep the remaining enemies!

Raising the flag of King Golden Crown Sword as if it were a mark of immobility, Berta endeavoured to control the army. While taking a far-sighted view of the enemy forces moving away from the disaster plains, it affects the surrounding area to converge the battle.

"Everybody! It is our victory! Win!!

After a while, the plains of the disaster were to have a series of Imperial Army roars. It was Berta and others who did it first, and it was Berta and others who received the most praise. The name of the Golden Sword Knights is called in unison. And the name of Berta, who led it, was also spoken out.

"Dear Berta!“ Thunder General "! Master Berta!

"Glory to the Golden Sword Knights! Bless the Golden Sword War Maiden!

Berta and the Golden Sword Knights continue to be there in prestige. He does not wave or make a smile, he boasts silently of his appearance as the sword of the Empire. At its centre is Berta Ignacio. There was even divinity in its dauntless presence.

Thus ended one battle.

Fighting between the Kingdom of Aslia and the Everian Empire, this is the first wreck rally since the beginning of the war. The Imperial Army won that war. It was the damage that made no difference between the two armies, but it is clear that the Royal Army was scattered and defeated. Some captives and some catches. It is the Imperial Army that is barking in the land that has become a battlefield.

The significance of that victory was enormous, just because it was a meeting where we bumped into each other with strength and power without surprise. We exalt our strength and scatter the weakness of our enemies. This victory was a necessary experience for the Imperial Army, which also lost all of its main power in fighting for the brave. A few enemies burned down one of the fortifications in the outpost earlier. The fact that we won was more than anything else wanted.

And at the same time it meant the birth of a hero.

The greater the pleasure of victory, the greater is the merit of the troops that brought it about. The Golden Sword Knights are its heroic unit, and the person who leads it is nothing but a hero. Berta Ignacio's name, along with his alias, struck both countries like thunder.

The shadow of glory comes with sacrifice, though.

The knights of the Golden Sword Knights, who had first ridden three thousand, were now lost by more than one hundred and fifty horsemen, and multiplied by that, more than four hundred horsemen were sent backwards as wounded. It is still 20% of the damage after winning the battle. Berta herself has suffered beatings, arrow wounds and cuts. Especially with a knight named Ossi. One hit left a terrible mole on both arms. That's right. Because even steel armor is dented and distorted.

"Does it hurt?

There is a man who finally showed his face when Berta, having finished processing after the war, is on the steps where he rests in the curtain. Only a battle jacket wiggles a strangely luxurious black color with your entire body aligned with supplies. Berta was a bitter laugh. The liquor the man has in his hand is not an imperial brand. It is a luxury product from the Kingdom.

"It's been a long time since I got home late, but I think I'll start by saying congratulations to Lieutenant Colonel Barcelona."

"I'll give you a drink, keep it a secret, General Ignacio. Forgive me for whipping you at this age."

"Phew... are you still not willing to pay the fine? Berta is fine."

"Then Berta. A celebration of victory."

It is Berta who laughs and prepares the cup. A drink cup secretly exchanged inside a twilight curtain building, but it had the delicacy to stain itself with dull pain. It was a familiar relationship around drinking at each other's behest.

"... how was the Knights of the Sword Horn? Thanks to you, I was able to fight for my advantage."

"It was strong. He was attacked with a hard line and a bow shot."

"It's a wise tactic. It would be foolish to follow Barcelona's Light Cavalry to battle for speed."

"Some generals were able to compete..."

Without saying it in the cup, I just flaunt the man with alcohol. Berta couldn't have known who it was about. Because you went into the martial arts to kill the man. I think of the red color of the liquor. The man who vowed to take it and was killed in the flames before taking it...... Salomon Hahat.

Same as many who have Imperial servicemen as their parents. To Berta, Salomon is the enemy of his father. Besides that, it is also the enemy of two brothers. If you want to count my sick mother out of heartache, you can call it family revenge. It is a form taken by the hands of an enemy nation to its arrow, which sought strength to take over the man who took his family. He has hit and sublimated obsessive thoughts into training and has now mastered his special thrust moves.

Yes, Berta's moves are those of Salomon. And it was Barcelo who told Berta to watch the move. Few generals know Salomon on the battlefield, and one of the most powerful of them is this man. If the two face each other, nature and the topic couldn't help but be Salomon's.

"With that man's moves, I could still survive today. I'd feel good if I thought I got that guy's strength, but to be honest, don't be teethy. I want to slap him in the face. Because it won't happen, there's nothing else you can do than brush your moves into the pipe."

Berta spilled her stupidity as she revived the feel of the spear in her hand. It's an act I only forgive myself for when there's booze in it against this man. Berta is called upon to be even more exemplary after being adopted by the Count's family, where even mere attention is drawn from his history and strength. It is quite problematic to have friends with Barcelona if it is meant to be, but I have been tolerated that this is all because it dates back to before I was adopted.

Lieutenant Colonel Terencio Barcelo, Imperial Army. He was once neglected by the Emperor from the fruitful rumors he had with the Queen and is now even more neglected as a man who has fled back at the expense of the Crown Prince. That strength continues to be an affair in the back.

"That move... there seems to be one player in the Royal Army."

"Hmm? I thought this was the guy's own move, but who were you telling?

"I didn't see it in person, but I wouldn't have been able to teach it directly from Salomon."

"Can you say it all?"

"At my age. Fourteen this year. I don't think so."

It was becoming an unexpected story, and Berta was to see Barcelo's face as serious. This man has no interest other than military matters. Berta, for example, has never been told. Now that we are talking about beauty, I think Barcelona is changing even if we think objectively. Although it is a welcome change.

There was a strange thing about a guy like that saying about a kid named Fourteen, etc. Besides, even though I don't seem to have met him in person, he tells me about the moves he uses. Isn't that a story I've heard in some investigation?

"The Cavalry of Fire, you know?

"Hmm, that's a light cavalry among the Third Princess SS in the example. I don't think he was in this meeting."

"That's right. One horseman in that cavalry, he said, was a boy soldier in the first line. You've heard of him?

With a slight frown on Berta's gaze, Barcelo said as an excuse.

"Oh, that's what we talked about. Thought they'd make up some cheap warfare exuberance stories over there... but you mean the boy's gonna use it, the guy's moves."

"Seems so. I asked the soldiers who fled the fort. Multiple people."

Berta thinks. It is true that Barcelo temporarily garrisoned at the fort in question, so he may have had time to gather such testimony. Exploring the identity of the enemy can also be described as common sense of military law. It would be a statement on that.

But something caught on. If you want to examine the enemy, you should first explore the information on the Force Commander. Other information is no exaggeration. That was the operational action of the Third Princess SS of the Kingdom of Aslia, and the leader of the regiment is a former captain of the army called Accelli Arnell. The man was in formation in the centre of the plain at the time, and the entry unit into the fort was another working light cavalry. The information about the separate unit is mixed, and there is talk of a mercenary unit.

Whatever it is, even if it is brilliant, it is the bravery of a boy soldier. It's just a last resort in the sense of the importance of information. How do you know this in detail? It's a story that needs to be pursued in greater detail, such as the moves used. That means Barcelo has some interest in the boy.

Berta was intrigued. Rather than the boy, he was curious to have Barcelo look into the details. Because Salomon has been the only soldier in the kingdom that Barcelona has ever spoken of, and later it has been a lot of other winds.

"Hmm... that's an interesting story. What's the boy soldier called?

I asked him with a slight look on his face, but Barcelo seemed to decide not to see it. Lick alcohol with an unfamiliar face, but tell it in a tone that never strays.

"Marco, he said."

"No last name? Marco... Marco."

Berta tasted the name on her tongue with the liquor.

It was entangled in wonder and tongue, and swallowing seemed to hold something to heat the chest.