Strategist Witch Shizuku

I shake my body when I blur. Early in the morning, the morning wind was getting a lot colder too.

Most importantly, no one would care about the cold right away.

Two chunks of people face each other from the front.

90,000 here, 80,000 there. Altogether, more than 170,000 human beings gathered here.

Our Liberation Army and the soldiers of the hostile Royal Army.

It was a place of showdown in the plains where 170,000 soldiers could be fully deployed.

Everywhere, trees grow, but it can't be a major obstacle.

The busiest, smallest forest-like spot is also further left from the left wing of the enemy formation.

You wouldn't deserve to care.

This means that, from the topographical conditions, there is no room to pinch the small work.

A simple difference in power will divide the battle. Yes, from a common sense point of view.

The formation of the PLA is the so-called formation of sharp arrows. A formation pointy as an arrow.

The intention is clear. Destroy the enemy leader by breaking a single point. No, the only purpose is to get King Heinrich's neck.

In response to the PLA planning such a neck hunting tactic, the Royal Army laid a formation of crane wings.

It's a placement called the Fifth Army on the left wing, the Second Army on the right wing, the Sixth Army on the central front, and the Capital Kingsguard on the central rear.

While the Sixth Army is preventing this assault, we will close the wings of both wings and destroy the siege.

... Well, it's a solid operation. How boring.

But that's why it's hard to mask the power difference.

Nonetheless, this sharp arrow, the noble army at its tip, is well-intentioned.

Apparently, General Maximilian believed me to be foolish and honest in the lie that he would go back to sleep.

Anyway, the people who lack aggressiveness have fought ahead only this time.

Are out-of-the-box aristocrats just the owners of innocent sexual roots, too?

Oh, my God, I shudder in my heart about something I haven't even dreamed of.

Behind the noble army are 10,000 common militiamen who rapidly recruited to coincide with this showdown.

They are soldiers dressed in a miserable outfit with half a sense of confusion.

And behind it, it is finally the appearance of a beating.

The PLA main force, the Seventh Army, my three battalions of magic wands, the Knights of Fine of Linus.

In this formation, you will be targeting King Heinrich's neck.

Tense tension. Breaking it is the PLA, the attacker.

This army's virtual commander-in-chief, Lily, pulls the sword of love out of her sheath.

And he shall set forth in heaven a glorious body in the morning and the sun.

"All armies forward! Assault!"

My body swung down. The assault horn is blown off one beat late after the first order.

And then the whole army moves out. While sounding the barbaric voice on the battlefield.

Here, the lid of the last showdown was dropped.

"Rebels are advancing!

"Ugh, um..."

Admiral Regula nods to his men's report. The voice may include fright.

But nobody cares. Of General Regula. That's because every time.

"From formation, from troop action, it looks like they're going to break through us and target the rear General Command as predicted! You can see many different kinds of military flags in enemy lines. Apparently the vanguard is a mixed army of noble private knights!

Another officer makes a personal observation on the report.

"It's unexpected that the aristocratic Private Knights are the vanguard. And unexpectedly, morale seems to be high."

As the words put it, the PLA vanguard was exhaling pneumonia.

The roar has reached the Sixth Army Command with grace.

"Oh my... Isn't that a bad sign?

Admiral Regula wandering his frightened eyes.

"Rest assured, my lord. If you're not alarmed, it's possible to contain enough."

"Oh well...... All right, let the soldiers fly the heat. If we endure this diligently, both Admirals Rutherford and Maximilian will immediately say that these wings will lift and destroy the enemy."

"Understood."

Sixth Army to prepare a solemn interception posture.

Without China, there is no momentum. It was just too calm.

There is no rush or fright in the soldiers.

Guardianship is what the Sixth Army is best at. Because the soldiers have that pride.

"Avant-garde units, we're picking up!

"Don't be frightened! We don't need to destroy the enemy! Get tangled! Create glue and buy time!

Instruct one of the front-line commanders to scream.

That was precisely an order overflowing with Sixth Army appearance.

"Rebel vanguard, we've got enemies with the Sixth Army!

The high morale PLA vanguard storms the Sixth Army with its momentum.

But there will be no disturbance in the army line of the Sixth Army.

Gain that momentum successfully to minimize damage.

And it involves the PLA.

"... brilliant, my lord"

Colonel Gerlach raises his admiration quietly.

"Well, Lord Pork would do that for sure."

In contrast to Colonel Gerlach, General Maximilian answers untouched.

"My lord... Why don't you send General Regula a compliment once in a while? I'm sure you two will have a better relationship."

"It's an interesting joke, Christa. What do you want me to do with Lord Pork? Oh, will it even be the main dish for our dinner?

The whole pork grill is not bad on the main. Admiral Maximilian slapping such a light mouth.

"... excuse me for slapping you in vain during the battle. So, my lord? The Sixth Army is preventing the enemy from attacking without any problems. As planned, working with the Second Army on a siege?

"Um, right. But carefully push it around. Be careful."

As a precaution, General Maximilian repeats the same words twice.

"Your Excellency?"

"... just storm out helplessly? That witch?... don't have a bad feeling."

Admiral Maximilian whines like a soliloquy rather than answering Colonel Gerlach.

Colonel Gerlach's vigilance also bounces against the words of such a superior officer.

"... I understand. I'll try to push it carefully."

"Hmm. That's good."

"The Sixth Army's avant-garde unit will not collapse! Our damage is enormous! As it is......!

A screaming report comes up from my men.

"You'll see!

Sir Vergie shouted back in frustration.

Oh, my God! Seeing it as a winnable battle, I cut ahead for the medal...!

Sir Vergie leaks words in his heart that have crossed such anger and mourning.

Yes, in what Sir Verzi was hearing, it was an easy battle to win.

However, if the lid is opened, this is the case.

Sir Vergie squeezes his reins tightly with both raised hands of blood vessels.

"Damn! General Maximilian still not moving!?

"Ha! I still won't show you any rebellion moves!

"Why don't you move? No way......"

... conspired? Such thoughts pass Sir Vergie's head.

But who conspired against you? General Maximilian? Or......

Behind Sir Vergie's brain, a demonic grin of a Gentile girl appears.

"No way! Did you plot it!? Faraway Demons...... Woo!

"My lord!? My Lord!"

An arrow pierced Sir Vergie's brow.

When you groan briefly, Sir Vergie falls off the horse.

My men rush to help, but Sir Verzi was already out.

"Sir Vergie died in battle!!

The report echoes the PLA vanguard forces that are forcing the struggle.

With a twist, a floating vanguard.

"I don't want this..."

Count Avrine shrugs.

"My lord, as it were..."

"Mm-hmm. It's only a matter of time before the vanguard is in total collapse... General Maximilian isn't moving either."

"Yes. But why? Was it plotted by General Maximilian?

"Hun. Don't be stupid, Beltran. That witch house is so easily deceived."

"If..."

Return the words as Beltran whispers.

"I guess that means the Witch Hall is as planned. To the left, check it out! You calm down my rear unit!

Count Avrine looks back or speaks up.

"... Indeed. So you think the Witch Hall has a plan to reverse it from here?

"Well. I can't imagine. However, our vanguard must have played a given role. Then let's say we act to survive."

"Yes. Sounds tough inside..."

"What? It's a little better than the guys who poked at me first.... You were right to give up the fight earlier."

As Count Avrine said, the Knights of Count Avrine were relatively rearward among the vanguard units.

"Oh, that's true. Thanks to your wise eyes."

Count Avrine shakes his head at the words of Beltran.

"I was just lucky. Luckily, I've known that witch hall more than any other nobleman. Thank you. I had a bad feeling it was too delicious for the story the Witch Hall brought."

Count Avrine speaks with a bitter smile.

"Sir Tridlit died in battle!! Elaine Knights Broken!!

Another piece of sad news pops in.

"You don't have time to slap me in the mouth. Let's say we rise evil to survive."

"Ha! I'll give it to you!

"Pioneer Squad, badly damaged! Each Private Knights has begun to break down! It's a total breakdown of the Pioneer Squad!

As reported, the aristocratic Private Knights fled to scatter the spider child.

The chain of command is also ununited. Because of the mixed armies, they fall apart and flee in all directions.

As it was drawn to it, a breakdown also appeared in the formation of enemy forces seeking to expand their effects.

It's a small, but definite gap.

Well, that's why, normally, there's nothing I can do.

The vanguard of the sharp arrows has collapsed. How the hell do you mean poke a gap?

Naturally, the Royal Army thinks so.

As much as you worry unnecessarily, you are right to strive to expand the effects.

Yeah, if it's normal.

But I hate you. I'm not normal.

Oh, yeah. But a race out of the ordinary, out of the ordinary.

That's why I'm fine with any out-of-the-way behavior.

When I let Lily and the horse walk side by side, I talk to her.

"It's a good time. Let the Second Battalion enter...... No, let's put it in, Lily.... Lily?

Eyes on Lily's face not answering. Ah...

The expression is not the face of an ever-resolute soldier.

Like a normal girl. It was a crying look somewhere.

"... Lily, those aren't soldiers, they're weapons. And I'm the one who turned those things from people to weapons. You don't have to worry about anything."

Those words came out of my mouth unexpectedly.

"No. All responsibility in the military lies with the general. It's my sin. Therefore, you can't run away. Kitin and do your duty.... Sizuk, let us put in a second formation!

Reclaim the expression of a resolute soldier, or Lily, who gives the order forcefully.

"Ha! Got it, Deputy Commander."

I responded to Lily's orders like that. With a definite respect.

"Put in a second line! Target, Sixth Army on the front!

I give orders that would dramatically change the war situation.

That's how I turn to Lily once again now.

"After the second inning, it's finally our turn. I'm going back under the wand unit."

"Yes, Shizuku, do you have any luck?"

"Thank you. You're safe, too."

Say that. No, put a whip in the horse. Soon, I walked away from Lily.

I turn to the second team I put in on my way back to the Wand Squad.

Approximately 10,000 common militiamen rush to the Sixth Army to replace the escaping vanguard.

Common militia just rushed in.

What good does that do? Everyone will wonder.

Did you use the wand as an immediate force? No, there's no such thing as a surplus stock of 10,000 magic wands.

So I used a different means than turning him into a soldier with a magic wand.

Yes, as I told Lily earlier.

You turned them into weapons, not soldiers.

The Intercepting Sixth Army will be seeing the unusual appearance of those who turned into weapons.

It's a miserable outfit and doesn't hold a weapon-like weapon.

He looks like he's holding his stuff and running over.

I'm sure my eyes are running bloody and chanting oddly as I drool from my mouth.

It seems unusual.

I don't think it's sane. Of course it can't be sane.

Because severe drug addiction has uprooted and stripped legitimate humanity from them.

Finally, the leader of the second battalion makes contact with the Sixth Army avant-garde.

And sprinkled bright red meat. No, it became bright red meat and was scattered.

Flying weapons that can be bounced off all enemies, with one roar after another.

This is a Middle Eastern specialty. Terrorist arts.

People call it a human bomb.

Come on, the road's cleared.

"Elma! Ready!?

Run into the Wand Squad or ask Elma questions.

"Ha! You can always!

"All right! Now we're entering the enemy formation!

That's right. Raise your voice, or run out at once with the Wand Squad.

Lily's seventh army, Linus' Knights of Fine, will also be linked.

That's how he rushes through for an open path.

Yes, towards a path wet in blood and sin.

Finally, the time for settlement was about to come.