I am the Monarch

Roan Lancephil used to be an occasional, unnecessary and unanswered worry. 'Ian Phillips vs. Clay.' Who is the better person? In my last life, only Ian Phillips was prominent. I remembered the name of Clay at all, despite all the sorts of memories that came after the psychic attacks of the shamans. 'It would mean that you did not show up in the world.' Roan had many admirations for his outstanding talent while working with Clay. Clay was not merely capable of strategy and tactics. Gwangjang administration and management were outstanding. Even the prize was so great that it made a huge profit in harvesting and trading Istel Kingdom's grain. Above all, Clay was excellent in insight. Eyes to see the world. I noticed what I needed and what I had to prepare before anyone else. Roan was a talented person who knew the itch and knew it. 'I thought maybe Clay might be better than Ian .......' I have never experienced the real face of Ian Phillips in my last life and this life. But with the Ian since the previous campaign against Royal Capital Miller, the idea has been shattered. 'It's not like you were called a strategy player.' Roan paced his tongue. It was only a few months ago that Ian joined the Lancephil camp. However, he has already fully grasped all the information about the Count Order as well as the Lancephil Fief Army. I even recognized the propensity of the end commanders and the Adjutants. Based on the information he gleaned, Ian perfected the operation of the Flood Army as well as the Flood Army. Great ability indeed. But it was not just Ian's ability that Roan admired. 'It's different from Clay.' Ian and Clay. The abilities of two people may be similar. But there was a crucial difference between the two. If Clay overcame his ability and had done his job with a generalship, Ian listened to the opinions of many people and helped them fully demonstrate their abilities. Thanks to this, the Lancephil Fief Army and the Counting Army are now organically moving and gearing like gears. "They are all excellent, but unlike Clay, where people are distant, Ian is flocking around." That's why Roan rated Ian better than Clay. 'In the end, Ian will win.' Strong Faith. He believed in Ian. While Roan was thinking about it, Ian started building the camp with the commanders. Each Corps and Troop went through a boundary mission. Meanwhile, the camp fence was built quickly. Very fast and proficient. The camp was shaped almost like it was before the sun went down. The chiefs, chiefs, and commanders of each army gathered as commanders in the mainland. "Once the camp has been set up." Roan nodded in Austin 's report. "Everyone worked hard, and I would have been tired of a hard march. At that end, Austin, as well as several commanders, opened their eyes. "Shh, shh?" "Do you mean to just rest?" The voice of a witty expression. Viscount Heath Potter took a cautious approach. "Are not you ready for the raid?" "It will surely raid." "You'll think we've fallen." Everyone nodded and struck out. Then Ian smiled and nodded. "Of course, I have to prepare for the rain." I felt relieved in the faces of the commanders who were worried about the words. Ian waved his hand and was behind. "I have cotton ready, please give it to the soldiers." A word I never expected. "Cow, cotton?" One of the commanders stuttered. Everyone's gaze was poured into Ian. Ian answered with a loud voice. "The enemy will not be hunting, but instead they will make a fuss by shooting arrows from the distance, and friendly soldiers will be tired of their hard marching, so cover your ears with cotton and sleep well. " Nothing casually, as if looking through the future work. The surprise was the reaction of several commanders, including Austin. "Right." "It's a total military statement. "Today we can relax, hahaha." There was no one to ask in an uneasy way. Ian could not conceal his hearty and proud heart to see such commanders. 'Everyone is good people.' Of course, not all commanders trusted Ian from the start. Ian's ability to show steadily over the last few months has given me faith. But that was a big deal. 'There is no time and jealousy.' The commanders and subordinates of Lancephil were those who honestly recognized and respected others' abilities and powers. The rank, position, and age did not matter. They also resembled Roan and considered the people themselves. The young Ian was able to command and control the Fief Army as a whole. "So everyone rested well ......." Roan stood before the various commanders and smiled faintly. "Let's see it on the battlefield tomorrow." Powerful voice. "Char!" All the commanders bowed their heads with a wedge. That night, according to Ian's story, the Rinse Liberation Army appeared in front of the army, army, and army camps sporadically in the direction of arrows, gongs, nukes, and horns. So the Lancephil Fief Army sprang through the border troop and ran the outside of the camp like a stroll, blowing the trumpet horn. A moderate level of counterattack. Thanks to the Rinse Liberation Army, the Lancephil Fief Army mistakenly thought that the night was unfinished. Ian vs. Clay. The winner of the first fight was Ian. Of course Clay did not know this. Puuuuuuuu! The day was so terribly terrible that the trumpet sounding to announce the departure of the army, the army, and the army. Each army entered the battle preparations after receiving the orders as prescribed in advance. "Great." Roan admired the low voice as he looked ahead. Across the field was over 20,000 troops. It was Rinse Liberation Army. More than twice as many as Lancephil. "Do not worry." Ian smiled faintly. "Only 10,000 of them are properly trained." The rest were conscripts who urgently forced conscripts before the war. Most of them were farmers, and at best they had all the experience of grabbing weapons very briefly during agony and monster subjugation. In contrast, Lancephil's army, army and army troops were all elite troops that had undergone numerous battles. In addition, each county contained at least a thousand Legionnaires that could use mana. Obviously, the level was lower than the knights, but they were much more powerful than ordinary soldiers. Roan nodded slowly. He was also like Ian. I did not have to be scared because of the difference in troop numbers. No, there were no such cowards in Roan and the Lancephil Fief Army in the first place. then. "Moving." Roan, who was looking ahead, smiled hazily. A long line of left and right lieutenants of the Rinse Liberation Army began to advance. The left and right move first, and the main body, which is the body, lags a little behind. Roan turned his head and looked at Ian. "Do we want to start?" At that end, Ian smiled and bowed his head. "Yes, preparation is over." It is a quiet voice and a casual voice in front of a big battle. He usually shook his arms and sent a receiver. The soldiers on the temporary watchtower wielded a small flag. At the same time. Pooh! ridge! ridge! ridge! The sound of the horned trumpet Soi and the sound of the North sounded solemnly. "Release!" With a loud voice, the two Troops sprang up. Trooper from Pierce, and Pakicetus Troop from Heath. The two Troops ran towards the enemy left and right, respectively. bang! The battle began with a roar. "Stop it!" "Kill!" It was an incredibly fierce battle and an outcry from the start. The number of troops was much higher in the Rinse Liberation Army, but the personal force was much stronger in the Lancephil Fief Army including Pierce and Heath. In addition, they responded quickly to complicated signals and simple commands. Papp! A water-mana bottle alongside the colon swung the flag. Each time, each Troop broke into the Ten-man, Hundred-man Squad, and Ten-man Group and repeatedly fought back together. I even went back and forth, and I had no problem changing my horseheads to left and right mindlessly. A natural movement like watching a flowing river. Pierce's effort to drive the right of the enemy in the middle of his eyes was poor. Spit! Stick it! "Great!" "Turn it off!" Every time a spear dances, the enemy soldiers are dead and fall down. "I am the Lancephil Fief Army Asta Troop Troop Commander Pierce!" Pierce knocked the battlefield. Furberbuck! The enemy train collapsed with blunt sound. It was a chance. No, it looked like a chance. "Let's go at once!" Pierce was spearing high, pushing the enemy more aggressively. But it was strange. 'Hmm? What's so hard? Obviously the enemy line had collapsed, but it was not easy to punch. "Ugh!" "Damn it!" Troop soldiers who attacked the enemy along the back of Pierce seem to be rather struggling. 'Have you already improved the heat? No, I did not do maintenance. Rather, it was thicker than before. ' I felt a huge pressure. Pierce turned his head and looked at Heath attacking the other side on the opposite side. "Do not step back! Do not push!" Heath was also upset. Even Pakicetus Troop was pushed back little by little. 'What the hell happened to this?' Pierce could not believe the situation in front of him. I have never been this far before. At that time, a strange thing was noticeable. "Watchtower?" Pierce frowned. Beyond the Enemy The Rinse Liberation Army appeared in the camp was definitely a watchtower. The problem is that the tower ....... "in action?" The moving watchtower was slightly lower than the usual watchtower. Instead, the roof was separate to prevent the arrow attack. gulp. Pierce and Heath, as well as the Lancephil Fief Army, lost their eyes to the suddenly moving watchtower. At that time, flags popped out from the top of the watchtower to the left and right. The flag fluttered in a very rough and odd shape. Moment. Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo! The left and right wing of the Liberation Army forces changed the formations and pressed Pierce and Heath. "Ah......." Pierce succumbed to the enemy soldiers who tackled him and inflicted low resilience. The reason why it was possible for the enemy's unanticipated counterattack and cooperative action. I have found out why. 'They have a perfect command system like us.' Pierce's face hardened. His idea was correct. The Rinse Liberation Army was not just a bunch of troops who had only troops. "All right, everyone's moving." A pleasing voice came out from the top of the moving watchtower. The main character of the voice was Clay. He was on his own battlefield and commanded several troops directly. "I have no choice but to fight a strong army of Lancephil Fief Army with a combatant-poor conscript." But the battlefield where the swords and arrows fly is too dangerous. So, for his own safety, he built a moving watchtower and a car tower. He stood on top of the car tower and looked down at the battlefield. In addition to the assault of the Liberation Army, the Lancephil Fief Army's formation and advancement, and even the appearance of the rear faction, were visible. "Left wing deployment." Clay looked at the premises and quickly ordered it. The water-mana bottle on the left shook the two flags. The left wing, which had been disturbed for a moment, became stronger after overcoming the melee. Clay smiled a faint smile as he looked at it. "Roan, Ian. Did you make fun of the conscripts?" Eyes headed to Roan and Ian in the rear of Lancephil. "But if I use a conscript, it is no different than an elixir." A voice that sounds arrogant beyond confidence. "Because the artisans do not choose tools." The eyes were sharp. At least the battlefield was clearly going to Clay. Ian, of course, knew exactly what it was like. "You are more troublesome than you think." Ian wailed at the changing army of soldiers. One Adjutant beside him frowned. "Did you train the conscripts like that already?" At that point, Ian slowly shook his head. "It's not that, the conscripts are just moving as they say, without knowing anything, running in the future, turning around, turning and stopping." "Is that what you can do with it?" Adjutant said that it was hard to believe. Ian shook his head. "No, I thought it was impossible, but ......." I had a bitter laugh at my mouth. "Clay made it possible." He sighed briefly. It was not a personality to be intimidated in front of the original enemy. But once again, I got to grips with Clay. 'If you do it, it will be eaten.' He turned his head and looked at Roan. "The lord." Low calling voice. Roan nodded at Ian. He knew what he wanted. "phew." Roan breathed deeply. At the same time, he held Travias' Spear high, holding a strong grip. "Amaranth is out!" With command, Gunma hit the ground. Followed by Amaranth Troop. Doo Doo Doo Doo. Sound of horseshoe sounding earth ax. There was a fierce battle. "It finally shows up." Clay, standing on the pylon and looking down at the battlefield, gave a strange smile. A cool light struck the tail of her eye. "Come on, Roan Lancephil! I have a present for you." He hoped that the Amaranth Troop, headed by Roan, would come forward to the military base. Fortunately, Roan moved on. 'Ian. You're still Greenhorn. ' Clay's mouth was smiley. Amaranth Troop broke between the left and right wing and ran toward the middle army base. No, it seemed to run. Right then. "Well?" Clay's eyes grew bigger. Of course, it was normal people were thin. He quickly reached out his right hand. "water-mana bottle." Urgent voice. "Send a signal to the right wing. "Yes, I understand!" The soldier quickly swung the two flags quickly. Clay regained a brief moment of calm. 'Do you throw the center and strike right?' Unexpected deployment. Roan and Amaranth Troop, who were running toward the center, turned in a sudden direction and assaulted the right wing. 'I am embarrassed, but .......' It was not enough to cause problems. Thanks to the fast order, the right side has already become thicker. Clay shook his head with his tongue. "Roan, no matter what you do ..." When the voiced voice became that close. "Well?!" Clay 's eyes once again became round. Roan and Amaranth Troop, who were on the right side, once again changed their direction. Clay frowned. The unstable gaze moved along Roan. "Do not retreat?" The end of the voice shook a little.