Fly the Flag of Fire!

"I can't see the story... how could my unit be increased"

Is this what you would talk about if you were so confused about being a soldier master... Donald found it interesting to see how Barcelo was doing. As a samurai or as a general of an army, Donald does not extend to Barcelo. A man who can make him look like this on the battlefield. No, he won't. No, there's only one thing in the past, but there's no more.

How does it feel to be extinguished in the fire? Donald sought the answer in the orange of the incendiary fire, but smoked out of the wind direction, leaving tears in his eyes. Shake your head gently and look around. Beside the fort, which shows the miserable, several tents are home to more than a thousand military men.

The Imperial Army Front Line Fort was burned down prior to the Guilty Plains match. The light cavalry battalion of Lieutenant Colonel Terencio Barcelo's Imperial Army was garrisoned in a way that leaned against it, abandoned without being rebuilt. Is that what you're talking about because if you put it on the defense here, it will color the replenishment? Or because, as the crew said, there is something to think of in this burn? Donald slowly thought, returning that gaze to a soldier of rare strength.

"... don't you have an explanation"

"No, I'm sorry, I was a little shuddered. I guess it's because they warmed my face."

They scorched him while he was skipping the thought. Donald rubbed his face with gouache and dry hands and rubbed it. I was also drowsy. This place uses the continent narrowly. I'm also tired.

"What, His Majesty also means that you are aware of the Lord's strength. In this time of crisis, there's no way we can afford to let some of the most elite light cavalry in the Imperial Army play for no reason."

"Don't tell me. I do my job well enough."

"It is indeed brilliant that it encloses the Knights of the Sword Horn. But it is also showing the Lord's dominion. This is proof that you can afford to prepare a fire or something for an old soldier."

"... if you entertain him because he's familiar with the past, this is it. Not at all."

Barcelo used chopsticks with a face that didn't seem funny. I dragged the iron closing box out of the fire and cleverly opened it with a chopstick tip. Potatoes and vegetables remain after exhaling hot air. He shook salt from the kettle there and pushed it to the feet of Zui and Donald.

Donald cut the red sword root with wood chopsticks and ate it. The taste of rustic root vegetables spreads hot in the mouth. I considered the mood to bring this out, not meat or booze. It was tickling warmth.

"First add five hundred rides. Previously, it was in the form of a reinforced battalion, but now it will handle two battalions, so the amount of supplies and items will increase. The birth of the Barcelona Cavalry Regiment."

"Can we get everything together with the cavalry?"

"Whatever. Why should we mix infantry with troops bearing Barcelo's martial name? I've already prepared my uniform as a light cavalry."

"What about the horse?

"My eyes, but I prepared about eight hundred heads for now. You should choose from it. Hand it over if you want to use it as a replacement horse for the rest. In the case of the Lord, I just gave it to him, so he might be sold off. It's not common sense to sell ten horses in the army and get one famous horse."

If he shook his head to show that it was a problem, Barcelo also seemed to have a grin in his laying face. He is such a man with a priori. He surprised his surroundings with the often unscrupulous use of gold to improve the strength of his own troops, even though he was stingy and a fluent in his life.

"How far can you go on two thousand rides, Commander Barcelo"

"... we can discuss the Knights of the Sword Horn. But the damage will be huge."

"Then you don't have to discuss it. It will be enough if you keep it as it has always been. But there's another easy battle to understand."

"Is that the condition for an increase?"

"It's a condition of promotion. Your Lord must rush around this summer and return to the ranks of Colonel of the Imperial Army in the fall."

How did the strong words arrive and how did they sound? Barcelo swayed the light and the shadow on its face, and was not ashamed. That glance, which should be feared if hostile to the battlefield, makes you feel as compelling as a sharpened blade, even on this occasion. Donald kept taking it as he breathed.

"I... can I lead 3,000 rides again?

"That's right. That's why I'm moving."

As he said, Donald took the vegetables and threw them into his mouth. I still wanted to eat it hot enough. Sweat runs down my forehead, but I don't mind eating the next one. That's how I spent a while keeping my face up. Nothing from Barcelo. Wordless, and perhaps eye-pointing. Donald doesn't see Barcelo either.

If a single warlord can think beyond more than a decade, it is only natural that there are so many things beyond the understanding of the rest of us. Naturally there is a passion there that no one else should peek into. How can we talk about martial arts without even taking that into account?

With rough salt and vegetable water and both filled with bellies, Donald exhaled. Instead, turn your branches to the burning fire. Shape the flame.

Or if it was before the fire... there was something I thought so.

People's essence comes to life when they put fire in front of them. A continuum that cannot be captured with light and heat has the magic to work deep into the mind. Donald believed so, and he knew that the Church regarded it as a “worship fire”. It was understandable.

Donald's recollection was about a former mercenary man who met Chitoga Osho. He's a mad swordsman in a green headscarf and behind a quiet stand-up. His arms would also stand, but Donald felt something barometric elsewhere than his strong weakness as a martial artist. It seems to me that the failure to grasp its identity was a failure of solicitation.

A sign of nothingness that the man with the green towel was wearing...... what was that creepiness? Donald still doesn't get it. It was a masochistic word or a neglect of state power to leave with a mouth, but there was a void at the root that found no value in everything. That beak is strangely delightful. It must have some kind of grin that Donald doesn't understand, not the grin of the deceiver or the mockery of the angry.

It also seemed like some kind of chemical. Is it such a thing as being out of a group in the back society? Donald had learned to tremble small and felt it comforted by the fire fever. A world without the glory of shards will have cold bones, and unraveling it will not change where Donald works. He has not yet exhausted his loyalty.

"A good general has grown up in our empire, but it still does not extend to the powers of previous years. Your Majesty understands that, too. Come. The Imperial Army is vulnerable in terms of human resources."

Anticipating the time, Donald began spinning his words. Barcelo seems to be listening quietly.

"The damage in the outpost is also painful. It's a thin thing to say on this occasion, but burning down a fort is not exactly an issue. people. The Imperial Army has become more difficult to maintain a great front..."

Donald's words were mixed with sighs. There is no way we can get everything together with the elite of the army, and after supporting the ex-army, the military is handed out a corresponding talent. It was a disgust to be named to the troops that crowned the royal family of the kingdom after being so much debated that it could not be ignored.

"As I said earlier, there's no way I'm letting a man like you play. Promoting him to colonel of the Imperial Army is minimal. I want you to have the greatest possible military power."

"... that's a lot to look forward to"

"We need the guerrillas. Experience as well as talent is essential to move effectively at your own discretion, but that's what the nascent Imperial Army lacks the most. I have the strength to fight."

Donald thought of one woman in the back of his brain. Berta Ignacio is the most famous female knight in the empire. She and the Golden Sword Knights under her command are prepared for a meeting, a battle-specific force. As a hua in the great army, as a symbol of victory, as a key to the exaltation of war, he is expected to fight like a life-burning battle.

That was once the role of the Crown Prince and the Kingsguard. It is impossible to reproduce it now. The Empire can't lose Ismael, the Emperor's only son, and he doesn't have the talent to lead the army in the first place. Training is also under way on the newborn Kingsguard, but this was considered the last trump card. It was a force we couldn't wear at this stage.

Donald mocks himself in the heart when I think about something terrible. Berta and the Golden Sword Knights are complete consumables in the midst of an invasion manoeuvre worked out with the Emperor and him. Especially as regards Berta, it is ruthless and the decision is to be treated as a hero, both alive and dead. It means you can live and keep winning, and you can die and be a symbol. She understands that, too. Nevertheless, Donald felt that there was a true spirit of heroism that should be said even to be true from falsehood.

If you look, Barcelona is also the wind that thinks of someone else. Or maybe it's about the same person, Donald thought. I knew that Barcelo and Berta had friends.

"... after the fall for the next meeting"

"That's right. But the Lord will not join you there."

A tree could play small in the fire. The shape of the flame changes, but neither tried to get it in order.

"What are you going to do with the Knights of the Sword Horn?"

"I can't help it. Some trooper would be relative if they were to come out to the meet, and if they didn't seem to come out, they wouldn't drag them out. In any case, it is not necessary for you to be the Lord. Because there's someone else you want the Lord to talk to."

The gaze crossed, and that resembled somewhere between swords.

"... let's hear it"

It's all part of the Marquis of Uliharsilla.

Bacilli, and now the fire went off loudly. The flames were scattered and the smell of soil burning drifted. It's in the brightness of Russia. They don't move together. Barcelona's eyes were glowing brilliantly. It looks like the blade is pointing at the sharpness of the blade tip. Donald ate up his teeth.

"That's an insane statement."

It was a quiet voice. But something hidden in it cools Donald's gall. It felt like the blade pierced my body. Maybe even the invisible sword was waved.

"Let's not ask"

"That's not going to happen, Commander Barcelo. This is necessary."

With good strength in his lower abdomen, Donald uttered words. I felt like challenging the fight.

"At that time when your Lord will promote you to Colonel, the Imperial Army will keep three thousand new horsemen with you. The Lord will train all of them, and choose a thousand horsemen to take them to the next battlefield."

The confusion of Barcelo came through. I can see on the face how you can't decide how Donald interprets the meaning of his words. I'm trying to figure out what my narrowed eyes are. Donald put the edge of his mouth in the form of a laugh.

"Don't worry. I am not talking about taking away the Lord's regiment at that point. Not to mention I can't tell you to fight with only a thousand horsemen after doing that. I want you to wield your full strength. You say you want me to show you the real deal."

Turn to that face, where the colour of understanding spreads, and tell.

"That's right. It's just an addition. He says he will add three thousand new rides to the Barcelona Cavalry Regiment two thousand. The Lord, who has become a colonel, leads three thousand horsemen to the battlefield, but he will have two thousand horsemen behind him. Two thousand well-trained horsemen."

He said something unscrupulous. But it was Donald who was moving in various ways to get through that impotence. The difficult feeling that Emperor Reimund has against a military man named Barcelo is that the annoyance can no longer be expected to dissolve. Then there was agony.

"... why do you imitate the devil?"

"Because I also want to promote you to Brigadier General of the Imperial Army during the year."

"What...?

"Then I can command five thousand horsemen. And the five thousand horsemen are not all that need to be numbered. It has to be instant force. The period of being a colonel will be very short. Because the battlefield, which needs your Lord, will soon be visited."

Barcelona's eyes, which had been narrowed, were now wide open to the contrary. Donald felt a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed like a medal to Donald, who had no distinguished martial arts, to have given rise to a diverse look to the masters of the soldiers. This was the only job he could do. It is the only job I can do to know deeply the emperor Reimund's mood and also to know the military talent of a man named Barcelo.

Stand among the great men and let them both exert their power. Would there be any other job that would be more pleasant? I was prepared to swim through the sludge swamp in any number of ways for that.

"I am eager for the Barcelo Cavalry Brigade to be born"

That's what I said with enthusiasm.

"And the task of that brigade is the independent guerrilla battle in Uliharsilla territory. I believe that the Lord is the only general who can do that. I want you to show me everything you can have."

The calorific value of the incineration had decreased. But Donald felt his body set on fire.

Summer begins.

Donald was convinced that this summer would account for the fate of both countries.