Fly the Flag of Fire!

Shipwreck Plains is a social place for the warriors.

The changing terrain is a wilderness trampled and vandalized only by the army, there are no settlements or other places, and there is no indication that flocks of animals live there. To the north, it is a land sandwiched between the Heavenly Mountains and the Phantom Forest, and to the south by the purple cloud sea and the outward demonic realm. For this reason, even in winter, sea breezes blow from the south rather than the north wind, and it is surrounded by strange humidity. Perhaps the "north” is the easiest place to spend the whole year in the sense of concentration.

Not to mention, it's summer platter now. The richness of vegetation has emerged continuously between sunshine and rainfall, which reminds warriors of a wide variety of forms of warfare. In the woods there, in the hills there, in the sands there, in the plains there. If you meet on a scale of more than 10,000, you have to know, and the sentinel activity with the elite leading a force of three thousand people can't help but expect those who command it to be their own battles.

Terencio Barcelo, a warrior of war, also spent such a summer bravely. Running the battlefield for him is life itself, where he tastes fulfillment and happiness, so he can't. It's so much fun.

If enjoying the wellbeing of a person's life is the right path in life, he was an outward path. He enjoys his life by cutting down and pruning people's lives. But the truth is, you underestimate life itself. It was just a hanging for throwing my life and other things on the battlefield. It's a gambling game called War. I will risk my life with my men and take the lives of my enemies. There is no such thing as piety that respects life. Differences between young and old are pointless, too. I'm on the battlefield, it's just that for him, it only shows up in one unit of battle results to be earned.

No mercy. I don't even beg for mercy. Savoring a definite sense of fulfilment in his cold consciousness, he still drives through the plains of the crash today. He was one weapon in the shape of a person. On the other hand, he is recognized by enemy allies as a “black snake”.

Therefore there are swords and serpents in the flags of his troops. On the blade of a martial bone stripper, one black snake becomes entangled so that it can dwell...... the seal of a swordsmith snake. It's the regiment flag of the Barcelona Cavalry Regiment.

It was also his first flag to be allowed to fly this summer. It used to just be known by its name in acting as a lone army. But things are different this summer. Two battalions of light cavalry under his command, two thousand horsemen, are an independent armed group, while at the same time battle merit by actively covering the troops of his allies. In the encounters there, in the manoeuvres there, the Imperial Army becomes inferior and the Cavalry of the Swordsucker Snake arrives like a disease. The flag is taking on special significance among the front-line generals.

Barcelo, who is only a terminal player in the previous meeting and has been decided not to participate in the next, was close to the lead at this time of battle between the two meetings.

Now, while resting a thousand and five hundred rides in the shadows of the hills, Barcelo was thinking about his situation as such. I don't want honor or prosperity. I was just craving military power. I want to lead more with one horse and fight more with one battle. I want to know how powerful my army is, I want to taste it. And one day in my fantasy. But I want to beat that man. A fearful enemy general who is still just pursuing far away...... to Salomon Hahat. In other words, it was everything.

A scourge of two horsemen appeared on the hill and rushed to Barcelo. It is a horse among five hundred horsemen widely dispersed in the Plains of Wreck. As we battled through this summer, we were making up for the lack of training in that way for the five hundred rides that were replenished. I also work out parallel, but Barcelona's tactics aren't sweet enough to breathe so easily.

"We have discovered enemy units. The flag is made into four sword squares and a formation of heavy cavalry subjects. Knights of the Sword Horn."

"I was wondering if it would take three minutes for the direction to go southeast and the distance to go. Slowly westbound."

That was hard to say good news for Barcelo. In reply, I silence myself for a while.

Knights of the Sword Horn. It is the Knights of the Marquis of Uliharsilla, the heavy town of the Kingdom of Asuria. Once and still the martial name is spoken with solidity. It is an enemy that has nothing to do with it and acts as a definite force while exclusively focusing on the regular path. It does not behave strangely, but it has the fierceness to eat and break without missing out on the opponent's failures. I could say it was difficult.

Since his accidental confrontation last fall, Barcelo is tied to the Knights of the Sword Horn on the edge of the battlefield. We have fought several times as encounters, and we have faced each other in earlier meetings. There were intentions there, there were fights with intentions here, but in any case it was just shallow fights that didn't go deep.

It's not compatible.

Barcelona and others are a group of light cavalry with a creed of speed, and the Knights of the Sword Horn challenge the battle with a heavy formation to deal with it or to make it harder. In number, three thousand Knights fight too hard for Barcelona and five hundred other horsemen. Taunting doesn't even shake on that method of warfare. We even left each other without losing a single soldier. And only then does it stare at you all day and night.

It is not an enemy that can be defeated without being prepared for damage, nor is it an enemy that must be defeated until then. I haven't even been asked to ask for it. I'm not even the one to be caught off guard. It will take some time even if it comes to light. Overall, it's a nasty enemy.

But there came another two-horse preaching rush to tell me the strangeness of the situation.

"Allied troops are advancing more rapidly east than southwest. The flag is stamped with eight petals, the Knights of Red China."

"Message from the Commander of the Red China Knights that the serpent should refuse to leave, that's all."

Knights of Red China.

It was a knighthood hosted by the Count of Velasquez and was known as an up-and-coming combat group headed by the Count's second son. Apart from the captain of the regiment, there are several noble sons participating, and it is difficult to imagine that it is only with the power of the meeting that they appear in such a plain phase. Barcelona is a lot worse.

(The Red China Knights were handed out to the right wing in earlier meetings. Was there anything remarkable about the battle? Berta's protrusion upset the enemy's right wing, and our left wing crushed it, deciding the battle. All in all, the right wing had little place to work...)

That is why there is no such thing as the fact that the generals who participated in the right wing were punished. At least Barcelo wasn't listening to that. If that's the case, it can't be a punitive departure. Then the other way around, Barcelo thinks. I don't think we should rush through the plains with a sense of merit or a passion for kung fu.

And laugh bitterly. Because I realized I was the same. This summer he is fighting for clarity and results. Because it has been promised that it will lead to the next. I would do anything to gain troop strength. Whether it's saving money, scattering, blatantly popular takeaways or anything.

Now, if the Knights of Red China were to challenge the Knights of the Sword Horn, named after the savage courage of their youth, it would be hard for Barcelona to call it reckless. After all, glory on the battlefield is because it exists only ahead of life. I dream of victory there, whoever it is. It is the difference in degree that does not change either.

"For the purpose of capturing the Knights of the Sword Horn, go out"

Barcelona's voice was uttered, and a thousand and five hundred horsemen quickly began preparing to leave.

This is not going to be a fight...... that's what Barcelo predicted. It was because I highly valued the strength of the Knights of the Sword Horn. There is no way that the Knights will not perceive the Red China Knights, whose nose is rougher and nearer than the front. I don't even see the flow of naming each other against each other because they are the same number of Knights, but they probably will leave without doing so. Their aim is a confrontation with Barcelo and they are unwilling to ask arrow cod to do battle.

It would also be an interesting battle if Barcelo held down that exit, but in previous experience, he didn't even think of himself as the one to commit such a fatal failure. Let's throw out widespread scouts on the side too. It is not a fool to be turned backwards by a thousand and five hundred rides.

From the above, Barcelo sees that this does not develop into a battle. The Knights of the Sword Horn retreat early. While alerting Barcelona and the others, they will also contact the allied forces. If the Red China Knights only continued their eastward march, they would also be threatened with siege. We must avoid damage to the Red China Knights more than working together. In that sense, I could also call it foot clumping.

(Do you expose yourself at an early stage? This situation can be resolved safely in a short time)

Barcelo looked over the battlefield even after he became a man on horseback, assuming his earlier judgment. He leads a thousand and five hundred rides through the wilderness, even like his own hands and feet, that have begun to feel like his nest throughout this summer.

I wasn't alarmed. I didn't even lack the nervousness.

But at this time, a warrior named Terencio Barcelo may have lost sight of himself. He was essentially a starving fighter. He was the one who put his life on the blade and devoured his flesh with sharp fangs. The tooth wolf was a hungry wolf, and it was true how they did it to hit the battle of moments with all their bodies and spirits.

He runs the battlefield with predictions and intentions. There were several reasons. Long sitting battlefields, promised promotions, opponents used to fighting, allies that make you feel young...... and your first flag of forgiveness.

When Barcelo instructed him to fly the flag of the swordsmith serpent, his voice was mixed with elements of joy. For him, who has lived an affair within the army for a long time, it has been too proud. He was making his mind jump at the sight of hearing on his back as he drove. I had thoughts of being filled. Even if it was a little... it was floating.

Battlefield life and death can easily be transformed.

Barcelona and a thousand and five hundred others ride southeast. Release the scouts into small pieces, be alert to enemy scouts, and proceed to catch the Knights of the Sword Horn in time at dusk. It's more up to the Red China Knights on your side than it is up to the opponent to attack at night. When it is discovered and how it acts on the Knights of the Sword Horn. How do we proceed and what battles do we envision? Barcelo was thinking of moving along with them. And I never expected it to be a fierce battle, etc.

So I doubted my ears when I heard that the Knights of Sword Horn sped up their westward march over the scouts. I was struck by the void of thought. It was a move that I didn't envisage at all.

"... have they noticed?

So much so that I accidentally checked. We are already close enough, and we have also witnessed a scourge that seems to belong to the Knights of the Sword Horn of what is still far in time. Although being discovered was within the assumption, because the situation in which the allies are moving forward excludes the march multiplied by the shade from the option.

"Yes. The Knights of the Sword Horn formation seems to have a conscious overlap of us on the right. Because the march route also picks a relatively high altitude, it seems intended to be the usual layered archery."

So what does it mean to move forward? Barcelo made the choice to slow down the march. There is also no doubt that the Knights of the Sword Horn grasp the Red China Knights ahead of them. I didn't see any reason to dare risk being pinched if I proceeded. I felt uncomfortable. I was confused that I could not immediately stop my next best hand on the battlefield.

So if you hear a voice reporting that the scouts have discovered a new unit, you will hear it along with a trace amount of fear.

The Knights of the Sword Horn seemed to follow a thousand and five hundred cavalry rides behind them. Its formation is a light cavalry thousand horsemen on five hundred heavy cavalry horsemen. The exquisite distance opened between the Knights and the clever march to sew the terrain also delayed the discovery. The speeding up of the scouts would also be a cause. Not only Barcelona, but his scourge was also captured in consciousness only by the Knights of the Sword Horn again. Commander consciousness, for better or worse, affects troops.

Flags are unique things that flow white...... white stream flags. It is the Third Princess SS.

The Knights of Sword Horn did not stop moving forward, and the Knights of Red China, who had now come to check on each other, also speeded up their speed further. The battle between the Knights involves a name. It is regarded as a courtesy for the representatives of the two regiments to honor each other with dignity and promise to fight valiantly before fighting. The exchange between the scouts that precedes it is about to begin. The showdown is confirmed.

But Barcelo can't move. I couldn't move.

The SS cavalry looked at the battle between the Knights and Barcelona and others in an odd position. With the Knights of the Sword Horn forward to the left. Five hundred heavy cavalry horsemen are first present, and a thousand light cavalry horsemen refrain from doing so in the form of looking further to the left forward. Three thousand, five hundred, and a thousand. Barcelo and the others are facing the SS Light Cavalry Thousand Horsemen in the front as they see the Red China Knights on their right. The terrain is high up there and low down here as a whole.

The situation was unfavourable, Barcelo said instantly.

In the distance it conveys the skill of the cavalry lined up under the White Stream flag. I am not an enemy in line. The facts accomplished prior to the meeting became an intangible intimidation, threatening Barcelo. Barcelo was aware that he was already passive at the stage of being impelled by the gap in his thought. It is also an unfavourable material.

Before the darkness approached, the Knights had begun to ride each other by name. But Barcelo can't move. Because he had another silent name match, too. A white stream flag is waving like a signal in a light cavalry thousand rides. Same among the 500 heavy cavalry rides. Are you inviting me? And what shall we do?

"... wave back the flag"

That's what Barcelo said, he slowly fixed his breath.

Unexpected, a difficult battle was about to begin.