Fly the Flag of Fire!

The field position is filled with the hustle and bustle of a soldier horse but the tension of military discipline penetrates the whole thing sharply. The tents, bonfires, fences, viewing stands and laying drawings are so neat that they come to mind. Or if you think and observe, you saw some similarity in the shape of the soldiers' mustaches.

Gikilrosa doesn't laugh at it. There are tens of millions of means to discipline the army.

There was a slight but grin at the quality of the gaze gathered more than that.

Marco goes before her. Shake your dark hair and let your eighteen-year-old body flourish beneath your battle jacket, and the metallic sound of your light armor will also bravely carve heroic strides.

Everyone can't help but see that bravery. I can't help but hear the words. I can't help but heat up my life.

Naturally, the added flavor is delightful for Jikilosa.

Yes. There are those in this field position who used to belong to the Salomon army.

I can feel the radiation of life that can be described as the faith of those who believe in victory and reign victorious. Colored with joy. That's no other HR for Gikilrosa either. It's like snorting. I get it, I get it, it's like knocking on a knee.

"Well done. You rendezvous. It's the mood to stroke your chest down."

It was the young brunette aristocrat who said that and asked Marco to shake his hand. It is Uncle Peterius. Around picking me up outside the sentinel tent, I guess the words were genuine.

If you were guided inside, the table was lined with maps, barracks and other materials, and the generals of the Peterius territorial army stood and waited. Every face has a welcome excitement. I have the enthusiasm for loyalty.

"Come on, go ahead. Confirm your information."

Uncle Petrius was ready to welcome Marco with even a red cloth on his seat. He himself sits to the right over the upper seat and carries the generals behind him.

Marco seemed to laugh a little. I proceeded quietly and sat in the upper seat. Regardless, Jikilrosa refrains beside him. The Lord is just two, but he is essentially Marco alone, and that is the most gigantic thing in this world.

See how nervous I ran on my seat. Powerful winds work silently, by the way.

"Soon Sir Lucas will also be leading the Uliharsila Army by four thousand. That brings us to 15,000 troops, combined with 8,000 in our ranks and 3,000 in the General's cavalry."

Uncle Peterius explains himself. It makes sense for the lord himself to become more familiar with the war than to rule the territory adjacent to the plains of the crime. Gikilrosa finds out about the previous Uncle Peterius. He was a warrior.

"Currently, the Great Fleet is moored around the East Dragon River being divided into southern tributaries. Uncle Salmant joins this with nine thousand in the lead army, and combined with three thousand in the Third Princess SS is twelve thousand troops. As a result, we continue to restrain in three directions with Ahmaniemi, Palvilla and Kalisalmi territories, and we are still attracting a large number of troops."

With that said, Uncle Peterius leaves the white pawn on the map. It looks familiar.

"Uncle Hellevy remains with the five thousand of the Leading Army in the Bow Zhangwon Grand Position. Marquis Uliharsilla divides the army into two thousand, four thousand and four thousand to dominate the Kalisalmi territory widely east and west. If you pair it with Bow Zhangwon, you'll have held Kalisalmi territory to half. There is also the activity of the general. The occupation is that it is going well. Two thousand positions are here. It's halfway between the Tabernacle position and the Grand Fleet, and we're in charge of communicating between them."

And now he took the black pawn.

"The Palvilla Army intervened with all its troops in the Ahamaniemi disturbance, so we can no longer return to the West Bank of the East Dragon River. The position of the large fleet is working. The Eteramaki army was also panicked by the attack on its own territory, and took away what it took for the time being. This is also due to the activity of the general, isn't it? You won't be back any time soon."

Put one pawn each on Ahmaniemi territory and Eteramaki territory. One last thing, he placed Gotri and one big pawn close to the center of the Kalisalmi territory. It is above the territorial capital.

"Uncle Kalisalmi caged himself in the Territorial Castle with five thousand troops. He lost so much of this battlefield fluctuation that dismantling and integrating the example White Wolf Knights would have been the best number. It is believed that the Eteramaki army will rush to reinforcements after time..."

Uncle Peterius took the white pawn with a magical hand and placed it next to the great black pawn.

"The defense capabilities of the Kalisalmi Territorial Capital and the Territorial Castle are not high. Because it is not designed based on the premise of land pattern or cage castle warfare. Only the height of the walls is magnificent and gorgeous, but the kind of laid weapons has not been confirmed. Supply reserves are also marginal. We are unloading supplies to maintain the Bow Warring and subsequent fronts, because the fast unfolding offensive did not allow it to be recovered. We also held back the surrounding countryside. Whether five thousand troops will be enough for ten days..."

He did not hold it, pushed it, and let the white pawn touch the big black pawn.

"... If we 15,000, we can drop the Castle of the Collar. We're in that position, and we're getting the time to do that."

He cut off the words and turned to Marco so that he could ask. Is the face a little blue?

Gikilrosa doesn't laugh at it. That's natural as a human being. Culture does not create norms to kill and enjoy your fellow countrymen. Not to mention that Uncle Petrius has a past where he lost his father with the Territorial Castle. Some would think. Still, the point of not escaping from duty would even be commendable.

Yes, a normal person would be fine. That should be allowed.

"Yes, let's drop it as soon as possible. So civil unrest is settled."

Don't move your emotions slightly in those blue, purple eyes, smiling, Marco says. Naturally as the one who created this situation, and naturally as the one who even sees it as a crossing point in the settlement of civil unrest.

"If we occupy the Kalisalmi occupation, the Eteramaki territory will be isolated. The same will happen sooner or later in Parvila territory. Because in Ahamaniemi territory the Northern Kyoutis will prevail. And with more support, we can speed it up."

Every word presupposes numerous deaths. The eye is directed toward the map and the pawn, but it looks down on the real world from the sky's height as it is. It's the first possible act of doing a giant him.

If you're going to imitate that mood, you can always do it. But the truth is I can't put it into practice. There's no way I can.

Because it freezes. 'Cause I'm going to scratch it. Marco's spirit stands at the extreme cold world pole.

That's not where the rest of us stand, and even Zikir Rosa can only be achieved by refraining from doing so on the side. Even at this moment, he stands alone on the storm cape, on top of the heavy storm snow.

There is no bare gesture that frightens the soul like a flame, but that does not mean insensitivity. Rather the other way around. I sense everything more acutely than anyone, but I have to be huge because I have come to the poles, and I have come there.

That's why the words resonate. Because it is not the power of the gift, because it is not the power to gain and until then, the voice is ridden with the power of the devil. Reminds me of something far away. Light the hearers' breasts.

"It's a siege siege by triple force. It will not be long, although it will depend on Uncle Kalisalmi's previous reign. Because the people of the South are not good at enduring it."

Marco seemed to laugh small.

Siege Siege is a method of warfare that afflicts soldiers and people alike. Since there is no information that the people have escaped from the Kalisalmi territorial capital, the reason for the battlefield must work and the hunger must begin with women and children.

Laugh at that. Smile. Brutality doesn't stink anywhere. Is it because I said it wouldn't last long? No. Is it because you are dividing it from necessary evil in battle? That's different, too.

The truth, because that is trivial to him.

Gikilrosa can see that. Being huge means that. In departure from normal reason, he lives to influence normal interrogation.

Blank time flied. Because no one could handle it. That also seemed to make Marco laugh.

"You're forbidden to be alarmed, are you? Think back to the enemy tactics these days. Be careful when entering the city, right? The best way to hide people is in people. If you're in confusion, you're in a mess."

I'm joking and I'm telling you, it's the truth. From the beginning of the civil unrest to the present, many murderers stretched out to Marco are indistinguishable day and night. I might not be able to live for three days without hitting it with multiple frontal and rear protections.

No matter how immense they are, it is still possible to kill them by any means possible if they possess flesh. Zikilrosa is the final line of defense to stop it.

The military action to divide the Cavalry Regiment of Fire into three parts was rather reassuring. Who can talk to Marco when he runs into battlefield as a light cavalry? I am also regaining my health.

Don't worry while your focus is on reality. The danger is when his consciousness is beyond time and space, Gikilrosa thinks. His flesh becomes defenseless everywhere as he ponders into his immense vision.

Is that his limit? Or is it the limit of a species called man? Either way, Marco is in a position to see mankind behind his back, so he needs to protect his back.

On the other hand, their backs can overwhelm people.

Like a big fishing bell, it will return a small sound to those who slap it small, and a loud sound to those who slap it loud. The stronger those involved in the world, the sharper they perceive the world, the more afraid they will be of its immense presence.

Uncle Peterius seems to be a man who lives the world with excellence. Gikilrosa was nursing it with red eyes. Fear and longing are both hidden in the background of strong interest in Marco's eyes. Can we divide whether or not we can admit our inability to reach the incomprehensible person in front of us?

"How is the production of siege weapons coming about?

"Ah...... yes, we prioritize and produce sequentially. Cloud ladders, broken hammers, stone throwers..."

"You won't need a lot of numbers, will you? The gates of the Kalisalmi territorial capital are three: Northwest, Southwest, and East Main Gate. We just have to attack again from the three sides. May I leave the main entrance to His Excellency?

"I don't mind that... but the General has a gate only for cavalry? There are also inconsistencies in numbers. Wouldn't it be better to use your strength?"

"Right. Then I would like to borrow a battalion of infantry. As for the Light Cavalry, use some of them as guerrillas to hit the perimeter perimeter. It's dangerous to think of enemy forces as just 5,000 in the city."

"As long as it's done... then let's still hit one battalion. Six thousand is too many gates to break down."

Confirmation of information and the like was finally over, and the discussion gradually became more concrete. Lucas Uliharsilla has not yet arrived, but the tactical concept for the siege is being worked out between the two.

"Uncle Kalisalmi... how will it work"

Where the story extends to the barracks, Uncle Peterius asked. No matter how you finish military science and talk about tactics, if that effect led to a knowledgeable individual, not a number, it's natural that there's something there that will keep your heart and soul out of the cold.

It was a serious look. The sound of someone spitting sounded.

"You'd raise your voice. I don't even think he's going to leave in silence."

Marco shrugged his shoulders and so on, so a small laugh arose on the scene. Uncle Petrius was also grinning with a somewhere horny look.

The tension broke off, and the later thing was that we would discuss it after Lucas Ulyhalsilla arrived. Tea, snacks, etc. were also served, and chatter began in 3355, albeit within the tent. It gave me a pleasant atmosphere.

Gikilrosa doesn't laugh at it. That's fine. That makes sense. A man cannot live in the constant cold. Sometimes we need to take a break. And you can fight in the cold again. That's enough.

Marco is different.

Will one day... the time come for him to take a break as well?

Gikilrosa thinks of Marco in her chest, where pity and reverence have coincided. About that man who is still in a very ruthless cold at this time and cannot even rest in death.

If you look at it, you're smiling. But they keep fighting without taking a break.

"Hey, hey! I beg your pardon for the last arrival! It's Lucas Ulyhalsilla!

It was before the second cup of tea cooled down that a bunch of them appeared all the time with ringtones. The young samurai, who was slightly shorter, repeatedly greeted his surroundings with honor, and sat dodgily in his seat.

"No, you ran into enemy prostitutes. Well, at first it was something that aroused a protective appetite for the appearance of being a deserter or a refugee, but I was surprised because, if I looked closely, I had it as a sword or a spear. If I hit it, though, I ended up protecting it because it seemed like I was going to be a deserter or a refugee without anything. Ha ha."

That rigid attitude was not due to air energy or vanity. Gikilrosa saw a powerful light of life there. It was thought that this young man would surely do a great job. It was also a story that I could tell was the son of that Klaus Ulyhalsilla. The magnitude of the metric can be seen at a glance.

Marco smiled, but Uncle Peterius seemed a little hasty.

"No way, Sir Lucas, did you bring that prisoner here?

"No, no, most of them went north with the barracks transport. My father's main unit will work it out for me to be good. They're king citizens again."

"What do you mean, the majority......?

"We've brought in about those who offered to cooperate. Especially those with families in the territorial capital. You must be worried."

Even to the words spoken as a matter of course, Uncle Peterius ceased, and Marco erupted small. Looks like Lucas' deputy is cramping his temples. He seems to be the boss going our way inside.

"How is Sir Lucas going to attack the territorial capital?

But if Marco asked.

"Whatever General Ryu commands"

It was an immediate answer.

"Come on, I want you to direct the role of our army. It's also a sad story that the first siege battle is in your own realm capital, but watch out for everything without regret after fighting, working hard! I'm letting the people who took me know where they are. What should be done is done, and it will be crucial that we strive to achieve better results. It's not something I hate!

What a cheerful thing to say. Many have been taken aback, and few have laughed.

Gikilrosa saw the possibility of a person named Lucas there. Large nature has a luxurious stretch. The leeway is connected to the lucid. There is curiosity and trust in Marco's eyes, and there is a tattoo of taking everything as it is and savoring it.

The boulder, Zikilrosa was convinced. When Marco revealed himself to the world, he heard that he had three options for who to wear. One is the Third Princess Paulina, one is the Second Son of the First Princess, and one is this Lucas Yuriharsila, the son of the Yuriharsila family.

Is that why Marco is always laughing? Sounds really fun.

"Right. You can't do a good job without wanting better results. My lord, I would like to meet with Sir Lucas' escorts, may I?

There can be no denial, and the interview was exchanged.

The military debate lasted until late.

The presence of Lucas also seemed to deprive Uncle Petrius of his shoulder strength. Jikilrosa sees it. The presence of those who live in association with Marco must be firmly established.

And the next early morning... the siege of the Kalisarumi capital begins.