Fly the Flag of Fire!

"The Imperial Army also struggled. Go all the way to the emperor."

The soldier said he was so blurred as he jerked off the horse clasp.

"It's going to get cold, so I wish I could be a family reunion in the west for the most part. My wife is just a kid. I left her to come all the way east, and I wonder what it is. I don't think it's in anything, huh? Because you do, don't you? This one's freshly rebuilt, and that one's been living unraveled for a long time. Well, the prince and the nobleman are dead for a long time, but I hate him, and he's gone."

The distant outgoing bell rang and the soldier straddled the horse in an effortless manner. It is a light cavalry of the Earl of Salmant's leadership. You think he leads sixty horsemen as platoon leader?

"You don't like knowing you haven't won since before you left. But I can't help it. Fight. Fight on the battlefield, not soldiers. Sometimes losing, getting killed, getting burned is part of the job."

And then we march out as part of two squadrons, scattering a little to the Imperial Army. He continued to shoot his bow at the infantry unit and flee immediately. After being driven around by the Imperial Army Light Cavalry, he said, he eventually postponed to Koka, who had not lost his way into town. The town itself was also dropped. Not only did the gate open from the inside multiplied by the shade of the night, but because the firehands rose in the people and it was no longer the noise where the interception took place.

The plunder was minor, although not all of them were. That is influenced by the fact that this invasion is a parental march by the emperor himself. Though many were killed, taken and ravaged, the town itself was not destroyed. Because the Church did not allow it again. Numerous women and children were spared the abusive by being protected by the Church.

"I do not approve of this invasion. It has nothing to do with doctrine. I'm personally offended."

The young monk said he simmered and stirred the cooked juice and threw it away so.

"I'm not too shy... I wish I was more violent. Because he is committing a crime with his military shoes. I feel like I've shown that by punishing the soldiers as I came up with them, and halfway through the army, etc. I'd say which mouth is which face, I am."

With bumps and stupidity, he distributes the juice without even eating it. Both of those hands are bandaged, and I can't hide half the wound because the way I treat them is nasty. It's a burn. You said you pulled food and children out of a burning building.

"Because isn't it like the arsonist is extinguishing fire? Absolutely, and if the hindsight disappears, it's cheap. Even if it's an act to grasp the hearts of the people, there's no need to be nasty. Shame on you."

The monks continued to welcome those who arrived at the chapel and were assaulted by the Imperial Army. Because he refused to extradite a fleeing Royal Army soldier. The monk, who was unnecessarily beaten and kicked by a priest who abandoned his neutrality, and who was also stripped naked, did not, however, allow the Imperial Army to enter. Stuck as a skin tone wall, he declared that this was a home where he could forgive the crying child. My voice was trembling. I also leaked urine. But I won't give in.

The stranger became a noise, and the Imperial Army superiors overheard it, and a wartime agreement was concluded between the Imperial Army and the Church in abbreviated form. As for the soldier who had already fled, it was decided to give all of his weapons to the Imperial Army and place him under house arrest in the building until he had permission. In future it was also stipulated that the entry of soldiers without distinction between countries would be prohibited. It was a decision to leave a spark of debate in the decision as to whether or not he was a soldier.

"What are you scared of? Go home if you're so scared, young man."

The old man said even if he was speared at by several soldiers, he did so.

"I'm getting out of this town. 'Cause I've been so loud for so long. Go somewhere where you guys don't come, where even the roots of the trees shave to live and die. That's what I decided. If you want to kill me, you can kill me. You won't be able to cross the winter anyway, and I won't mind. Decide if this old bone is going to be garbage here or if it's going to be tree fattening here. I've had enough of this, this kind of noise."

He said he went bare with Hyoko-Hyoko among the soldiers who couldn't decide to respond, and really went straight out of town. Since it was a coal coated outfit, it may have been seen as dead even if it had been left alone.

"I don't know if they behave well or not, they're the next Imperial Army. You mean the emperor is in his head, and the worse his habits are? Ridiculous."

Away from town, the old man wiped his face with ghouls. There were no burns there. I'm also picking up the pickpockets. Its muscles are old and narrow but still retain motor agility. A retired soldier. Looking back at the town, he snapped his nose and walked away to Koka, not in a crisp motion. I am not lost in its footsteps, and it is unlikely that there will be a tree tower or anything else ahead of me. On the contrary, he took the dried meat out of his nose and shaved it.

The town seemed to be falling one after the other. While all towns are surrounded by walls as a common feature of the Front Line two realms, the Imperial Army breaks through without setting up a full-scale siege against them. Because each town will collapse from within. People were dumping the town ahead of us trying to escape the march path.

"Well, you can take it as long as you want. They can't go home alive anyway."

The village woman said she was breathing like that in a line of evacuees.

"Around the corner, I thought nobody had to sell themselves this winter, but a bunch of hungry bugs wanted to come. Fine, just eat the wheat from the sea urchin. They screw up anyway. Then Atashi will eat them. If you put some poison through the fire, you can eat it. Atashi fed the livestock. What's the big deal? I don't regret it."

His nose also said roughly, and he walked with his four children. They say it is the sons of the village. Only an infant in the chest is his own child. He was carrying a military backpack, and that was borrowed from a Royal Army soldier who died in battle.

"I wonder which one will come out. A brave man, maybe a demon. Atashi hit me perfectly before. The people who feed on the wheat of an athlete will be punished. I'm sure they look terrible. It's settled."

It was a noisy and disheartening prophecy. But he seemed to take that for granted. The momentum pushed me or one of the children rolled over and cried out. He said it was the leading soldiers who helped and inspired it. The queue of evacuees was marked with the escort and lead of the army. Because the leadership also gave up the defense of the town early on.

Something I signed up for, or Uncle Salmant and Uncle Peterius, both seemed to have chosen the same way of fighting. Abandon the town and evacuate the people before the Imperial Army arrives. And it's a way of fighting to concentrate troops in the capital and castle them. The preparation and preparation of the two names are not lined up just because the boulders entrust them with the front line. It was not a set-up to wait for reinforcements. It was a sitting place to buy time for the restructuring of the Royal Army.

Without looking at such a territorial capital, the line of refugees will continue to avoid the main roads even in the distance. There were several similar populations. The way forward is east or south.

If you go east, you will hit the East Dragon River, and its opposite shore is the territory of the Earl of Hellevy. If you go south, you can cross tributaries and pass through Marquis Yuriharsila territory. The southeast is called the tributary flow, and the difficult terrain “land surface” extends across its shore. The land route through Marquis Maryaranta is extremely difficult. The waterway that traces the tributaries back by boat is easy, but in this situation, the movement of the boat is confusing. The flow of refugees was mainly eastward.

Daily life in the Front Line II collapsed completely.

It was as if people were being tested for the power to live in the vortex.

Confusion arose here and there, and a sad cry was raised. The expression of anguish seemed to have a freezing nature, and everyone was diligent to survive with their tense cheeks thinly smudged. Strength and weakness were seen in every landscape. The unexpected are weak, and the unexpected are strong. Life and death give judgment to both, and the result is a slow, slow visit and a slap on the shoulder. Everyone cannot escape that ruling.

The wind that has blown from the plains is sweeping the people of the kingdom. Death fragrances widely and widely, and lives are being sieved. Beltran thought of that while listening to reports gathering from across the front line. His ears and ears are everywhere in the northern part of the kingdom. Living and moving, they brought back a lot of information, and scattered again. The information is updated daily.

Meanwhile, those who could be described as Beltran colleagues also showed their work.

"I'm ready to accept Hellevy territory."

It was Lauri who told me that and made me slap him in the chest not working out.

"I'm letting things and people move without a problem. The system of wartime cooperation with my uncle is very good. I figured it might be huge to have accessories dropped by. You mean you're used to just treating your ex-boss... bad way of saying it, but you're good, yeah. You can move as you want. For that matter, I think it's finally getting harder for me to turn down my secretary's invitation."

He went to the garrison once and then had tea with Beltran in Chitoga Town. There was no such thing as nervousness in that expression, and as usual there was no alarm or gap. Beltran has been much reviewed. For as the gall of a man named Lauri stood, he was a man who lived in an alley of cross blades, and he had something to keep his eyes open.

Not blunt, not brave, that's for sure. There are things that do not waver in a different way than faith hearts. Beltran saw the prestige of the pioneers there. I thought this man was one of the first... that's what I thought. It was Lauri who found his destiny faster than anyone else in this new era.

"Well, my assignment will come with my own judgment. Are you admiring me as your first general?

That's the accessory that made me laugh so hard.

"It is also a general to expose his neck after he wants to lose, but my king is harder than others in that part of the world. Even if he dies, he may be kicked up. No, that's what I dreamed. What I swore as a minister was probably a soul covenant that included everything before and after death, not a profession or a life... Was it sooner?

Words put the joy of his back on his face, and the man who was captain of the SS was licking his liquor by boat. Much fun in your own way wherever it is… it is a move for rare adaptability. There seemed to be a place with a wide view of the world against the backdrop of versatility. Beltran guessed that there was only one reason why it wouldn't fall into the irony of oblique views of vulgar tastes and worlds.

Death. A man named Accelli is also afraid of death. Now, don't stop applying your own routine there, either. He lives first class, he dies first class...... you must know that how to use your life for that. That's what I thought.

"You're the one, too. I totally got a problem with big bad guys."

It was Oiva who said that and cockroached his neck.

"I've known you for a long time, whether you think it's corruption or cause... now you're going to wage war on the same side? You're a perfectly water guy, and this one's a perfectly dirty guy. Can you believe that? When I was in town, I thought I'd be able to do civil engineering work. I just looked over and saw how easy it was to dig. It worked, it worked, not at all."

It was in the SS garrison that Beltran met with Oiva. Oddly enough, it was the same as the case, and he said he was here for the final report. That his arming was odd for Beltran. It wasn't a spear, it wasn't a sword, it even looked like a farm tool. It was a substitute like making a spoon huge.

"Hmm? Oh, this. It's not like it's a weapon. It's more useful than a sword. We call it" digging the keys. "After all the ingenuity, I got to this shape. It's a necessity for everyone now, this guy."

He was originally a bigger man, but his flesh had been covered in ever increasing and lumpy muscles. It was the same with his infantry, and the way he walked successfully with Nosonoso was even like a bunch of bears. Especially them so far with no fighting power such as this, but why, Bertran felt that it was that group that was like the most dangerous men.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're still here. Go and chap your boat, motherfucker."

It was Kuster who rang and shook his shoulder, stuck his jaw out, and stopped by in a drunken motion.

"If you're a river thief, you look like a river thief, come and help me on the water. You can leave it to us horse thieves on land. Come on, let's bet which one pulls the hit tag. Me and, well, which one of you is up close to seeing the moment? I mean, yes, which is more destiny together. What do you say, dude, that sounds interesting. Yeah?"

Even so, Beltran struck a fist in the middle of its face, which uses facial muscles and unfolds an odd look. It's good to be annoyed. But because I didn't think it would induce people to laugh with disgusting faces.

"Don't be silly, I'll do my job."

To say that and smile is Marco, there can't be anyone else. He is the Lord who gives life and serves for Beltran and for Kuster. If he appeared, there can be no other eyes beyond him. I just knelt, drooped my head, and waited for that voice to serve me more than I did.

"Nothing is difficult. After you kill them all together, you kill them even if you divide them. That's all."

The slightest colour seemed to be hidden in the quiet voice, and Beltran saw Marco's face. I think Kuster was watching it again. There was a delightfully narrowed eye.

"From here, both of you."

There seemed to be magic on the voice. Something to fear was leaking out of the blue abyss. Beltran recognizes it as a sign of God, but one day he has heard Lauri liken it to a dragon's breath. It's the same where it means and it doesn't change. Both are easy rulers of people.

"It used to be a one-handed drop, but not this time. I'm not lost anymore, and I'm not hesitant to choose it."

What it used to be. What is it that one hand falls? What strays have vanished? What options are there for a hesitant past before? And what choices are we going to make? Marco doesn't talk about anything. I will not explain to anyone the far-sighted landscape in its mysterious eyes. Loneliness. Great loneliness.

Beltran was not dissatisfied with it. Because he is a believer, and that is essentially not the one who asks, but the one who asks. The days of being given a mission and living are always filled, and hunger and dryness have long been unbridled. Enough. All you have to do is see what it looks like when you leave it to live and die. All you have to do is think that you can't even see. To him, prayer is that.

Sora, even now...... its breasts are enriched with the happiness of faith.

It is a quiet, truly quiet morning on the water.

If you peek your face out of your mouth, the chilled air that cuts is converging like a white cloud. The presence of the water surface is known by the water sound that continues modestly, but is so white that it is invisible to the eyes. It is river fog. This kind of fantasy also arises on a well cold morning. As a winter landscape on the East Dragon River, I don't hate Beltran either.

There was a slight noise of stairs and I looked back. It is the stuffing of its rowers, of a large ship of such size that it cannot be used in tributaries. Beltran's subordination exists only for the number of vacant seats, and those who do not say things as one do not breathe. Lined up as meat that just drips something redder than a ripped throat. It's not uncommon as a butcher's landscape if you look at it as blood draining, but if you compare it to the outside, there's more to the smell of blood.

It was one of my men who came down the stairs. Apparently, it means you're ready. All Beltran has to do is give one signal after that. That's all I can do. There will be a catastrophe. Blood winds will blow.

With Marco's measures, Beltran is now given the right to shake the times.

(Lord... everything is his skill, whatever you will...)

Beltran signaled.

The first sound of the great acoustics of the times was the sound of the stampeded floor.

It was a very small sound, but it was still in Beltran's ears, then and then.