"Your majesty. Are you prepared?"
"I can head out anytime."
The entire squad is finished deploying to the front of the town. It’s not like we are defending from a siege. The lookout tower has already confirmed the sighting of the enemies appearance. The tension of the soldiers climbs to its peak level.
Eventually because we are standing on the plains we are able to see the appearance of the enemies quite clearly.
"Magnificent."
You could already tell when Brian Haddock leaks out his voice. The enemy army is in a splendid formation without anyone out of line and advancing just like that. The other side also knows that we are lined up in Glogow.
A single cavalry gallops over here. He’s holding a white flag, seems like a messenger.
"Here are the words from the glorious Castall central army commander, Margrave Sigismund Jagiellon. Who is your commander?"
"I am the commander in chief of this Red Army."
Brian Haddock steps forward.
"Red Army. It's the first time I hear that name."
"It is a new kingdom. Hezri Kingdom that covers from Redcliffe, northern Dioral until Torun and Glogow now."
The messenger looks very shocked.
"We will not easily forgive your army and its savage behavior! Even so, if you take soldiers from Glogow and return the goods and lands you have stolen then we vow with a generous heart that we will not attack you, how about it!"
It seems true that they are being cornered into a lack of supplies. There is no reason to respond to their idle threats. Seeing no response from us, the messenger leaves and the enemy’s movements resume.
"Leonhardt Strauch. Is the archer squad in the front?"
We also have archers deployed in the front. It’s an encampment with just dirt piled up, but when fighting on the plains, a little bit of elevation provides amply cover and is very valuable.
Our situation should be completely visible to the enemy but they do not decelerate at all and continue to advance towards us.
"Fire-!"
Leonhardt Strauch, the head of the archer teams yells, we are the first to release our arrows.
"Truly, they are good."
The enemy vanguard use familiar motions to put up large shields, accepting all the arrows. There are dozens who fall.
As if returning the favour they fire back arrows, some soldiers are hit, but due to the encampment we do suffer death either.
This time we will fire flaming arrows. They receive it in the same manner but the shields go up in flames, the formation is disturbed. In that opening, we consecutively fire arrows, quite a number of them fall.
"So far it has been pretty basic."
I agree with Noir’s opinion. Even an idiot could come up with something like this.
And the next response is…
The enemy archers split, from the gap the infantry come running while shouting. Their shields are small, instead of blocking the arrows they will jump at us before we can fire them.
The archers that fired two volleys stand down, we will also respond with infantry.
"This time Brian Haddock is here so I can’t just stand around here comfortably."
"There is a difference in the skill level between soldiers but to put it simply the defensive encampment substantially makes up for that. A simple attack will not settle things." Brian Haddock explains.
The enemy troops also push towards the front of the vanguard, the soldiers start to counter-attack. The heavy cavalry would not be able to display their strength in a free-for-all like this so they are at the back of standby.
"I will also go to the front. Let me know if the state of things change."
"I will also follow!" Farnese follows me.
***
After that, the enemy charges in with their infantry and we block that, this happened three times, they suffered casualties but we only suffered wounds.
The enemy tried focusing heavy attacks on one wing, purposely being defeated, and other various tactics but Brian Haddock is an experienced commander. Everything was seen through, intercepted and stopped, the enemy had no choice but to do a frontal assault.
Attacking from the front against an enemy with the same numbers and defeating them is a difficult task. The state of battle went into a stalemate, the casualties among the enemies increased in vain. Although we didn't suffer any death, it is a battle between large armies so there isn’t any large effect.
"The next one is coming! Stay firm!"
The vanguard soldiers are looking tired as they sneer while the enemies start their attack for the fourth time. But compared with the initial attack their walking speed is slow, their formation is messy. It seems the enemy soldiers are affected by fatigue too. The conditions are equal, the soldiers are cursing under their breath while reforming their battle lines.
But the enemies that should have been charging are propping up a large shield, they thrust the shield into the ground in front of them and are not moving. In response to their strange movements they tell their allies to tell the messengers.
"Enemy heavy cavalry, coming out in the center! Crisis to headquarters! Urgent reinforcements required!"
Although it can be said that the outlook is good, when it becomes a battle between tens of thousands it is hard to grasp the entire picture. That being said how did they manage to hide the sounds of the cavalry getting ready?
"It seems it is my turn now."
Lyla Hypernia walks to the frontline and we follow her.
We only stop beside Brian Haddock and Noir Virginia while Lyla proceeds past the most advanced vanguard soldiers.
The soldiers, enemies and allies alike, are cluelessly looking at each other as a girl pulling a considerably large sword for her body, and walking to the vacant field between two enemies.
Riheet and the dark elves look in disbelief.
"What.." Azal couldn't say anything.
She steadily walks towards a group of heavy cavalry and heavy infantry. Amber Drake with her horse bravely follows right behind Lyla.
Although the surrounding men grow slightly wary, their expressions immediately become slack as they scoff.
Although Lyla heads towards the site, it suddenly turns into a pity-fest for her.
I could understand their expressions to some extent.
Concerning the men, they were vigilant for a moment as they thought their enemies may have increased. Yet, upon seeing mere two girls, they soon determined that they were not enough of a threat.
She grips her long sword in silence as she points it towards the armoured man nearest to her.
The man the tip of her sword is pointing to clasps it casually with his gloved right hand.
Man: "There you go, I grabbed it!"
Perhaps the man is going to forcefully pull the sword she is holding in order to launch an attack on her.
However, Lyla’s actions exceed the man’s expectations.
The moment the sword is grasped, Lyla quickly twists the handle with both hands.
In the first place, the handle of the sword is thicker than its tip.
Lyla and the man are holding the thick and thin side of the sword respectively. Even if both sides exert force strongly onto the sword, it is natural that the advantage would belong to the one on the thicker side.
As long as there is no compelling difference in force, the sword would continue to rotate.
As the sword begins to rotate within the man’s hand, Lyla immediately pulls it backwards.
What Lyla has performed is simply twisting and pulling the sword at the same time. However, that is enough to be able to rip the sword from the man’s grasp.
Man: "Eh?"
It is likely that the man has considerable confidence in his strength.
Yet, as he has the sword easily taken away from him, he could not comprehend the spectacle that had occurred before his eyes.
Lyla is not such a kind person as to wait for the man’s understanding to catch up with reality.
As she withdraws the sword, Lyla sharply and thoroughly thrust the tip towards the man’s throat.
The tip of the sword rushes forward as it possesses the weight force of one person. As the man stands stunned, the sword pierces the man’s throat, sending him flying backwards.
As the surrounding onlookers could only stare without comprehending what had just occurred, Lyla remains wary as she poises her stance. Her soft voice resonates.
Lyla: "This is a sword, not a stick. It doesn't matter what it’s made out of."
Man: "Bitch, this..."
The man who kept calling Lyla bitch is clutching his stomach and choking on his drool while rolling on the ground.
They have not understood at all.
The fact is, they are within Lyla’s killing range.
Lyla rushes towards the nearby, immobile men that are taken aback.
As he counterattacks, Lyla’s sword tears through space at a speed that does not even give them a chance to defend. Between the eyebrows, the throat, the solar plexus, the bottom of the nose. As she pierces these vital points cleanly and quickly, it does not take much time for all of the men’s eyes to be covered in white.
As she maintains unrelaxed alertness, the tip of her sword is rested on the ground.
The onlookers are open-mouthed as a delicate looking girl single handedly cutting down 4 heavy infantry within a minute.
Despite 10% of her ability had been permanently stolen by me, Lyla is as dominant as before.
