Sacred Chevalier

Silfietta is a new America that has just become the Holy Knight (Paladin) this year. Together with Antonio, who grew up as a child, he entered the Royal Knights College and the two became partners in a natural stream. I never held a sword or anything, but I was thoroughly knocked in. Empires are less populous than kingdoms. Only a very small handful of things with the qualities of saints and heroes are born, so we cannot let them die easily. Inevitably, college classes become extremely demanding, but the result is extremely low mortality on the battlefield. But still, you can't be nervous when you're in the first place. Silfietta, who was getting stiff on the horse, called me.

"It's okay, Silfi. I'm with you. [M] And the senior saints, there are plenty of them. You won't lose."

My partner Antonio has spoken to me. In this war, Antonio will, in earnest, start taking ecstasy. We've been walking together ever since. But in the future, Antonio will sacrifice his life as a hero (Chevalier). How much longer will we be able to live together? Given that, Silfietta's feelings have to sink. At least for this first line or so, I wanted you to stay as free of ecstasy as possible.

"I'm fine with being close, but I hope you care about the other eyes. There are soldiers."

So embarrassed by his senior hero (Chevalier), they let the horses go. Approximately two weeks after the imperial capital Lontegriff, the invading army, led by the second prince, entered the stronghold of the Empire's side of the Cabachi Plains, the Grantberg Fortress.

"Examination of the scouts shows that the enemy is fifty thousand, and it is that Faranx who leads it. And the number of saints is roughly ten."

"... roughly? Let us find out exactly how many saint knights there are. Sometimes a saint can change a battlefield!

The second prince, Noas Tormakia, distorted a nervous looking face. We retreated last year without being able to do anything in front of the enemy's defences. The enemy general is a known opponent in defense. How to break the opponent was the battle. So it is the Holy Knight who laid eyes on it. Typically, the Holy Knight is put into final phases such as side attacks and showdowns. In other words, the "immobile opponent" cannot fully exert its power.

"Then the power of the Holy Knight will defeat the enemy."

That's where I thought about the "first shooting special formation" with the massive input of the Holy Knight. When I came up with this, I got praise from all around me. I've been told I can't be a hero (Chevalier) like my brother and have no military talent, but I thought I could override that assessment in this battle.

"I'm better than Austro. I'll prove it to you."

Burning his sense of inferiority towards his brother, Noas looked at the battleboard.

"There are roughly 40,000 enemy troops and twenty-five holy knights (paladins). The second prince, Noas Tormakia, and Leopold Schweik, are with his deputy generals."

"Leopold Schweik? I'm still young, but I hear he excels on both sides of the offense. You mean you've been punished last year and put in quite a few generals"

"Sure, there was little sacrifice here in last year's battle. The enemy just drained food. That's why I care. Why come out again in the same formation? Aren't we prepared for something?

"I guess. That would be the twenty-five holy knights. But how do you plan to operate so many people..."

The Grand General, Bergarard Farranks, was silently listening to the staff members' arguments. But the brain is moving visibly. The self who keeps the North has circled every corner of the Cabbage Plains in the last decade. Let him assume the battlefield from my information and fight it in his head.

(You know that in last year's battle, it was difficult for the Holy Knight to show his power before the strong. Nonetheless, I have put out twenty-five holy knights...... which means I have come up with a way to harness their power. At least, he/she will intend to)

If you use the Holy Knight to break down an enemy formation, there is a way to confuse the Holy Knight in your attacker and break it down by powerful magic. It is a magic considered "divine business", but its effective range is at most about 100 meters, so it has little effect even if activated with the formation facing each other. And the army of the Phalanx has layered soldiers who will not collapse if they are struck with magic. In real life, I have never had my stamina crumble.

(If I was in the middle of a squad (...), I would have had someone who had just knocked me down once. Were you a "lazy” and chilled hero (Chevalier)? If you're as good as I am, I'd be delighted, but the person in question also said "one-time oddity," so you wouldn't be able to do it.)

"General, where do you think the battlefield will be?

Asked by the staff officer, Faranx returned from his thoughts.

"Let's assume the center of the plain. No extra small work can be done and it's the only place to bump into each other. Lay the formation with the heavy-duty infantry regiment forward. Let's hope the Crown Prince maneuvers how to pull it out."

I have an awesome grin. The staff shivered. It is a samurai tremor. If we fail to meet the expectations of a famous general who enjoys the battle from the bottom of his heart, there will be no prince's life. That's what all the staff thought.

In a vast plain in the central area of the Kabachi plain, the two armies stared at each other. Its distance is approximately five hundred meters. It is not the distance the bow and arrow reach. Leopold Schweik, deputy general in charge of the left wing, had some anxiety about this operation. The operation heard from the Second Prince was certainly a brilliant one. Hit both wings from the inside out sequentially (...). The operation is to create a "blank space of power" in the center of the enemy that lays the horizontal line, knocking the Holy Knight in there at once, by simultaneously placing a left-right (...) attack called "diagonal". "Diagonal" has been conceived as one of the ways of attacking enemies to collapse, but there is no example of success so far. Because if you lay a horizontal formation on a vast plain, you can let that power escape even if you are crossed. But the second prince is trying to use a crossbody to create a mechanical imbalance, not to break the formation. It is a shift in ideas, and the more successful it will be in military history.

(But the other guy is that Faranx. Does this operation make sense to a famous warrior?

The "unpleasant feeling" alone cannot oppose the operation. For this reason, on the surface, Leopold also endorses and follows the operation. But when it comes to opposing enemy forces, anxiety rises before an overwhelming military temper. The enemy moved a little. My bad feeling swelled. But while I was worried, the bronze clam sounded. It is a signal of war. With the horse, the infantry began to run. Leopold stopped thinking any more.

Leopold's anxiety was at bay. The moment he saw his opponent's formation, Faranx read the operation.

"You have a strong left and right wing military temper. They'll set you up from left to right. Right. Probably crossbody. Crossbody from left to right to the outside and hit the Holy Knight in the center of the thinning... is that it?"

Faranx could read it because he once broke through the central army in exactly the same operation and had a fleshy hero (Chevalier) and a holy knight (Paladin) in his main regiment. To the praise of Phalanx, the hero shook his head.

... this measure only once. And it's something you can't use except General Faranx. The General is somewhere, and you are enjoying the fight. So I'm sure you'll take the unknown way of attacking from the front. That's what I thought. I won't use this measure again...

Read the other person's psyche, even his personality, and make a plan. I admitted the wisdom and asked if I would join my own staff, but I was refused. Eventually, the hero died.

"Give instructions to both wings. The enemy comes with a diagonal hanging. Open a half-step gap between soldiers so as to receive waves, five steps at each end, so as to put them forward."

Eventually, the bronze clam sounded. Both wings of the enemy move out. Faranx sighed.

"I was expecting a little bit, to this extent..."

"That hero" would switch operations at the stage where he saw the sway of the formation. But this other guy was different. I absolutely see my flashes and don't even assume that they will be broken. This is exactly what drowning in measures is all about.

"Communicate to the Saints (Paladins). Expand five men on both left and right flanks, slaughter them fully as soon as the crossbody ends. If the battle is over today, we're off for the time being."

Eventually the left and right collided. Faranx looks to the front with a cool face.

"Come on, the Holy Knight (Paladin) is about to hit us from the front. That number is more than twenty, but you have nothing to fear. It's just like a" boar, "such as a holy knight coming straight at you. You all just have to protect. Thrust your shield into the earth, root upon the earth, and turn it into a wall of hard-won steel!

"Ooh!!

Soldiers roared, sticking thick shields to the ground.

"This... doesn't go through the diagonal?

Leopold Schweik noticed the difference in response. Like grass in the wind, the crossbody shock is being flushed. Eventually, the leftmost wing hit. At that time, I saw an unusual sight. The columns of the blood splash have been launched. I saw a woman gently wielding a huge, thick sword that was as long as a person's back.

Sacred Knight? On the leftmost wing like this...... right, shit!

Schweik immediately instructed the transmission. But the hour is already late. The central army has moved. Tongue down and give new instructions.

"Stay away from the Holy Knight! Build a“ collection ”to consolidate your defense while you retreat!

"You want to leave? General, what the hell..."

"The diagonal was being read by the enemy. The center of the enemy has not lost any power! If we keep fighting like this, we will end the siege of the Holy Knight (Paladin)!

The central army on the side of the empire stormed in a formations like At its tip are twenty Holy Knights (Paladins). Arrows are pouring down. But the feet of the Saints transcend common sense. Dive through it before the arrows fall. Silfietta put up a spear. It's pounding an iron core inside, heavy enough that an adult man can finally hold it for two. Silfietta swung it with one hand, gaining momentum and slamming it against the wall in front of her. But the spear bounced back with an awesome roar.

"Nhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu The overwhelming physical ability of the Holy Knight is lived only by moving freely horizontally and vertically. You are now merely“ powerful infantry ”. It's been a while. You idiot who has fought the battle you licked so far..."

While stroking his chin mustache, General Faranx let's go. If new measures are to be used, it must be assumed until it is broken. The lives of more than 10,000 soldiers are at stake, not by themselves. The commander of the army shall never be drowned in measures.

Twenty-five holy knights strike their power. Most of the formation will break. Sure, if we hit one spot, we wouldn't have been safe no matter how heavily armed the infantry regiment. But the Holy Knight is a powerful "warrior" and "individual" everywhere. It is not a "collection" of twenty-five. As a result, each of them hit the shield in pieces and were bounced back. And from behind it, the central army pushed at once. If I get pinched back and forth, I can't even wield my sword to my satisfaction. No matter how the Holy Knight, this will prevent us from exercising our power.

"They're coming! Squeeze your strength!

An awesome shock hit my shield. Every shield is pushed as a cheat. But the forged soldiers devoured their teeth and stopped the shock. Eventually all the movement stopped and a moment of silence came. Next moment......

"Push!

A soldier in the front row was bounced off by a shield. A spear hits me from the gap in the lifted shield. I try to avalanche into that gap, but even the rear soldier wears another shield. Play it off again, poke the spear in. Eventually, the enemy allies broke into a state of confusion.

"Fuck! What are you doing, Holy Knights (Paladins)!

Noas, who was watching the thing in the rear, clenched his teeth. The strong formation of the Phalanx lies in the density of power and the undisturbed collaboration of the infantry. Then it is better to loosen the intensity of the force with a crossbody. That's how I came up with this measure. But in fact, the power of the enemy's central army has not diminished at all. As a result, not even the Saints could pull it out, leaving them in a state of total confusion. More ferocious news came under Noas, angry with blood vessels on his forehead.

"I say. Transmitted from the left wing. Crossbody fails. The Enemy Knight (Paladin) is splitting left and right, intercepting us and forcing us to struggle."

"Split left and right... then it means there is no Holy Knight in the center of the enemy! Put in the backpack and eat through the center all at once."

"Your Highness, please wait! The center is in a state of confusion right now. No matter how the Holy Knight, he cannot exert his power in this confusion. I was wondering if we should ring the retreat bell here for the first time than the operation failed…"

"Retreat? Retreat! Don't be silly! Whether in a state of conflagration or not, the Holy Knight has superordinary powers. If you turn into a single warrior and continue to slaughter the enemy in front of you, you will soon be eaten and torn!

There is only one Sacred Knight (Paladin), with three or four adult males. It is also said to be ten manpower to the Kingdom's most powerful saint, Gladys Wackenheim. Even if it was a ground war, there couldn't be a man or something who could beat the Holy Knight. But...

"That's stupid. You just have to retreat... and make the“ five ”! If you have the power for three, you just have to work together and surround yourself. The Holy Knight is human, he only has two arms, and he doesn't have eyes behind him."

Silfietta swung her stiff spear as she felt touched, continuing to slaughter her enemies. The smell of blood blows up reason, and the soldier in his eyes kills him from one end.

"Ahhh!

I raised a high roar. Enemy soldiers in sight. I excited the spear. It felt like something was bouncing. The top is missing from the neck. A shock ran on my hips. The spear was sticking out. But I don't feel any pain. I smashed it like a tweezer. The shock ran again. Now an arrow was standing on his thigh. I snapped, I grabbed the spear. I can still move. I shrugged to tell myself.

"Damn! You're not leaving the soldiers! What are you thinking, Your Highness? Ha!

Leopold Schweik had a frustrating look on his face. At a time when the diagonal is being diverted, the entire operation is failing. I switched from attack to interception early so that the left side I had wouldn't collapse. Five saint knights have jumped out, but they are not bumping into each other from the front and are retreating the infantry while stopping them with a long-range attack by bow and arrow. Neither will the enemy follow in depth, so if you look at the entire battlefield, the left side is becoming a stare.

But you can't leave here. If you retreat, the enemy will eat directly next to the central army while drawing a half-circle from it. By stopping ourselves here, the Central Army can concentrate on the direct enemy. It is the central breakthrough that did not succeed, but nevertheless there are twenty-five holy knights. The central army should not have collapsed easily either. However, I am concerned about the situation on the right. I can't confirm it from here, but in case the enemy beats me, they should poke me directly next to the central army from there. But we can't afford to help ourselves to starboard right now. Stopping the enemy here is the best you can do. Still, Leopold gave new instructions.

"It slowly retreats while maintaining the front. The enemy's aim is to pinch the central army from left to right. But as long as we keep the front, we can't turn to the center."

"Trying to drag it out and sandwich it with the center the other way around?

"No. The enemy's purpose is only defense. Crush the siege and your enemies will retreat."

The sound was transmitted with copper and drums. The commanders on the front line move at that direction. The left wing began to recede gradually. Faranx nodded, staring at the condition.

"Wow. That way out is brilliant. The enemy in front of you is alive and well, and you can't go around anything else. Give instructions to the right wing. No need to chase. Once this one leaves, we'll rebuild the system. And convey it to the knights of the holy kingdom (Paladin), and fly the fast horses, and strike a wedge into the side of the central army. But don't go in deep and repeat the blow..."

On the right from Faranx and on the left from Noas, both sides entered the army in a retreating adhesive state. If you are Falanx, you should also assume that you will leave here. In that case, you can't point the whole army at the center. But a very small number can move it. That is, the Holy Knights (Paladins).

(If the Holy Knight eats it up flat, that stupid prince will have to think about it too. The power of the Holy Knight is great, but still it should be better than the whole army being directed)

The idea was to use the enemy to evacuate the central army. It is a critical decision that may be criticized as a pre-enemy escape. The central army could play from the left. The knights devoured it.

"The boulders are Faranx. Good use of the Holy Knight (Paladin)"

If you let them jump into a state of conflagration, they will turn you into "just an infantry" with the Holy Knight. Show overwhelming power and leave immediately. Just repeat this, the soldiers are attacked by fear. The central army began to retreat. The holy knight attacked the flank, making it difficult to maintain the front.

"... lose, right. You just didn't destroy it."

Leopold looked up into the sky and sighed.

"You! Why did you leave the army! Because of you, the center was in danger and I had to leave!

Noas, the second prince, yelled furiously. Leopold, the deputy general, wanted to beat the prince trembling like an octopus in front of him, but managed to contain it.

"Make a diagonal cut and diminish the power in the center, slap the Holy Knight there and break through...... that should have been the maneuver. The failure of the operation is more obvious than the failure to achieve a central breakthrough. If it was meant to be, it should be withdrawn at that point. We responded with on-site judgment to reduce soldier wear and tear."

"The central breakthrough hasn't failed! We were close to breaking through! You interrupted it!

It was the limit of patience. When I tried to beat him up and educate him, the military wardens assigned to each army came forward.

"Your Highness. I'm afraid General Schweik is right. The left wing has retreated early so the wear and tear is minor, while the right wing has been devastated. Before the central breakthrough, the right wing would most likely have collapsed. I am truly afraid that this operation must be judged a failure."

"Knock..."

Noas turned bright red and left the curtain building. I wouldn't be able to command the whole thing very well with that. The remaining deputy generals took the army together and began to retreat to Fortress Grantberg.

Antonio, the hero, was stunned by his unusual partner. There are spear wounds all over his body in eight places, and his thighs are devoured. It was a strange wound to be alive.

"Sy, Sylphi...... do something about Sylphi to help my partner!

Stuck in the hygienists. But everyone shook their heads and walked away. Silfietta was not the only one who sustained the wound. The number of dead and wounded is close to ten thousand. I couldn't afford to devote time to the unlikely to help. It is better if the sleeping table is just given. In a ruthless reality, Antonio despaired.

Meanwhile, neither did the Royal Army get drunk on victory. Twenty-five holy knights were stopped, but the damage could not be ignored.

"There are more than two thousand dead and more than five thousand seriously injured."

In the decade since he was given the role of Northern Township Guardian, it was the greatest damage.

"Give as much allowance as you can. Instruct each unit leader to submit the names of the dead and missing. And give the soldiers enough food. If it's up to two drinks, I'll admit it."

Faranx, who received the report, instructed only that. I wouldn't put it on my face, but my belly wasp was boiling back. There is no other way for the dead to emerge than to be a war. I'm also ready to carry that. But this time, the incompetence of the enemy created the "useless dead". If my men were to expose such incompetence, they would be strangling me immediately.

Having completed all his most recent instructions, Faranx returned to his curtain. I poured the liquor into the cup and poured it all at once. It tasted far from victorious wine.