Sacred Chevalier

The Kabachi Plain is a vast basin area sandwiched between the Lisluna Mountains to the east and the Librus Mountains to the west. Its total area is roughly 150,000 square kilometers. From the Lisluna Mountains, the Wasp river stretches west through the southern side of the basin, moisturizing the barn zone in the northern part of the kingdom. The Ribbles Mountains are stretched north from the centre of the basin by the Arce River. These two rivers made the Kabachi plain a fertile land, especially in the south, where exploration was more advanced than in ancient times.

Roughly two hundred years ago, there was a king who united the Northern Zone, which was divided into various tribes, and built a nation. That is Otofleet Fiz-Turmakia, the national ancestor of the Turmakian Empire. Otofleet integrated and developed cultures of various tribes, as well as mining development techniques, agricultural and livestock techniques, and dramatically improved the country's overall production capacity. But even a great king could not change until the weather. Much of its national territory belonged to the "subcold zone", and the land was lean compared to the South. So Otofleet turned his attention to the "Kabachi Plains", where pioneering was under way by the Holy Fersis Kingdom, which had been one of the great nations of the western continent since that time. He sought to move his dealings with the kingdom in his favor by gaining fertile plains and making them a great barn zone, and at the same time a major shock connecting the North and the South.

But the kingdom's power was far beyond Othofried's imagination. The clashes between the tribes, even on a large scale, were thousands of units, but the Holy Fersis Kingdom was able to mobilize 10,000 troops. Only in the beginning, by means of an electric invasion, did we get the majority of the Kabee Plains, but now the kingdom is serious. They mobilized hundreds of thousands of large armies to recover their loss. There are only 15,000 Turkmen troops against. Othofried will inevitably let go of the occupied land, but in doing so the deeds he did will have an impact on later history.

Fearing a reverse invasion of the kingdom, Otofleet sought to destroy the Kabee plain itself, and the wheat fields and pastures, regardless, burned down any grass that enters his sight and even scattered on the earth the poisonous liquid that exits in the course of mineral processing. For this reason the Kabachi Plains became the earth of death, after which the empire and kingdom were divided over twenty years.

Two hundred years later, the toxins of the earth are beginning to fade and forests and so on are beginning to form. However, overlooking the entire plain, the expression "wilderness" is still desirable.

"The feat of Othofried the Great lies in forming a united nation and crossing cultures. The fact that we changed the poor land we were fighting over with a handful of grains would be appreciated and well deserved. But at the same time, the sin of corrupting this earth deserves to be poisoned. Sandwiched by both mountains and blessed with abundant water resources and warm climates, the earth is desolate. Redevelopment of this land will require the power of many people"

"To do this, you have to make sure the kingdom doesn't let you choke. Is that a Valihardt fortress offense for that?

"That's right. We shall fall into that fortress, and now it shall be a wall to prevent intrusion on the part of the kingdom. On top of that, we gradually develop from the North. Revive the soil, expand the fields, and start livestock production. It'll take a while, but someone's got to start... Okay, it's got to be like this. Isis, lend me the vessel."

Austro Tormakia, the first prince of the Tormachian Empire and general general-general of this expedition, turned soup on the vessel offered in an effortless manner. It is a stew containing bovine milk in stock taken from the bones and vegetables of the beast and salted meat covered with root vegetables and wheat, such as carrots and radishes. Austro is a general, but also a hero (Chevalier). Not every time, but sometimes I cook for my Holy Knight (Chevalier). Especially in this case, Isis will be asked to move a separate unit.

"The Royal Army will also arrive in the land tomorrow. I'll have you move as soon as possible tomorrow. Raise the flag to attract the attention of the opponent as much as you can. However, it is strictly forbidden to go deep. When you come out, make light arrangements and leave immediately. I need two days to form a wooden fence or something. Until then, please."

"I'll take care of it. At best, I'll let their consciousness point this way. Don't worry, Your Highness. Prepare for the showdown."

Austro nodded and began to eat himself. I'm not having a tantrum. Isis will not receive the patronage of a goddess, but will move his soldiers in a vegan state. But there was no anxiety. Even in its biological state, Isis is first class as a swordsman.

(This battle brings an end to the age of heroes and holy knights. The time will come for man's wisdom and skill, not God's protection, to dictate victory and defeat...)

In Austro's eyes, there was a new look on the battlefield.

"Oh, my God, it looks like the enemy has arrived."

General Bergarard Farranks laughed funny. But his eyes look out cold over the plain. Soil smoke entered the left edge of the sight. I would expect two or three thousand horseback riders due to the size of the smoke.

"Folner, it looks like the Xu is flying. Knock it off with your hands."

"Ha!"

Forner, the unit leader who binds the immediate unit, takes command and moves two thousand horseback riding squadrons. Faranx's immediate troops are also recognised as the strongest in the kingdom. All are fierce warriors who have been trained by the hand of a famous general. While the rank is not the general that binds it, its power was also comparable to that of a first-class general. A stunning conical formation led the horseback riders to run down the plains.

"Transmit to the rear Heavy Squad and thicken your protection. There's a chance it'll fly."

The Phalanx army set up a formation at a location roughly three kilometers to the Imperial Army. There is no need to form a thick solid formation. It would be better if the Imperial Army could react immediately if they attacked. At sunset, the formation was finished, and officers gathered in the curtain hall. Folner is back, too.

"Damn it, it's just like the general said.” "When you attack, you run away, and when you retreat, you stay with me. I felt like I was chasing you. By the time the sun was tilting, I had finally left."

"Thank you for your hard work. Probably a positive move to get this one's attention. Who was leading it?

"It was flying the…" Hero Flag (Drapaw). "If you believe that, it means the General's Austro Tormachia and the Holy Knight Isis."

………

Faranx remained silent, but the other tabernacles raised their scowling voices.

"Stupid. There can be no such thing as a general leading 3,000 horseback rides around. General, the enemy should be judged to be using the Hero Flag. It is believed that there are other saints besides Isis."

"Hmm. I thought the Saints were too few compared to the size of the army, but they're still hiding it. They're trying to turn our consciousness on one Isis."

"Please wait"

As the tabernacles nodded, there were those who differed. He is Walter Wackenheim, the legendary hero. He is one of the few heroes (Chevalier) recognized by the Phalanx, and the other Tacticians have a glimpse of him.

"I don't know what the enemy is after. Indeed, there would not have been a general among the horseback riders today. But why did the enemy move troops flying heroic flags around in the first place?

"Isn't that to impress the Holy Knight Isis and hide other Holy Knights?

"But in fact, we wonder if, by its flag, there might be more than one Holy Knight. Flying heroic flags to hide other saints is counterproductive. Rather, isn't it the aim of enemy general Austro Tormakia to make us think so?

When they pointed that out, the Tabernacles became silent, too. If you do fly the hero flag and run around the horseback riding squad, as for this side, you try to read its intentions. And the Holy Knight will think that there are more than one.

"But what's the purpose of making us think so? Is there more than one Holy Knight, or is there really just one? Is this how you want to confuse us..."

Both the Tabernacles and Walter became silent. Phalanx laughed low and changed the air in the field.

"Whatever your enemy's aim is, this is one thing to do. Consolidate your defenses and prevent enemy invasion. This is no different. Gentlemen, in the battle ahead, we prevented the onslaught of as many as twenty-five holy knights, didn't we? You can't defeat the Phalanx Shield if the Holy Knight is alone or multiple."

Everyone nodded at the powerful words of the famous general. Instructions are given to pay attention to the presence of any other women or the likeness of the Holy Knight. But this situation was the aim of Austro Tormakia. That is, "to draw attention to the presence of the Holy Knight".

The next day, the "chase" between the horse riding squads continued. The only way to ignore it is to paste the horse riding squad in order to show a bare gesture aimed at the rear heavy squad. But on the other hand, it wasn't Faranx who overlooked the enemy formation.

"We have a wooden fence..."

Along with about twenty horsemen offerings, Faranx had approached the Imperial Army headquarters as close as seven hundred meters. If you give me this far, I'll be noticed. The purpose was to watch the enemy come out, including its reaction. But creepy enough, the Imperial Army didn't move. He even lined up the wooden fence and looked like he was consolidating his defense.

"What do you mean? Now you don't know which one is attacking..."

"Are they really willing to fight? What the hell are you after?

The tabernacles who have followed him also behead. Faranx remembered the words of a young hero (Chevalier) candidate he met a few days ago.

(You should be wary of the third possibility. That is, there is a way to defeat the General…)

"That's a strange sign. Even though what you're doing is consolidating your defense, the standing military temper is a sign of offense. And make the Holy Knight fly around like a clown..."

"General, it's time to go back..."

Faranx nodded and flipped his horse. On his way back to the line, Faranx's brains were moving visibly.

(Let's say you had some sort of secret to break me. In that case, if you count backwards from what they're doing, you should see who you are from scratch. I'm letting the Holy Knight fly around because I'm trying to hide something by turning my attention to you. Setting up a wooden fence and consolidating protection means we're on alert for assaults on this side. What is "something” you can see from there...)

"Nfu... samurai blood will make a scene"

The next day, the Phalanx Army 30,000 came out. It was a rare "offensive" formation for the "Falancs of Defense".

Rewind the time a little. Reports that Faranx was observing the Imperial Army formation soon came to Austro's attention. Partina, the chief of the Tabernacle, gives instructions.

"Let the installation of the wooden fence continue as it is. Keep cannons and gunpowder out of sight. That and to increase perimeter alert. It's not like Faranx himself is sneaking spies elsewhere."

"Your Highness, what is Phalanx's aim? The general himself is coming for reconnaissance..."

"I came to watch it myself because I haven't been able to read this one's aim. Right now, Faranx is confused by conflicting circumstances. Common sense that it is suspicious to have only one saint (paladin) and the fact that there is only one hero flag. The speculation that the other saints, then, are hidden and the reality that just one saint is flying around to prominence. There are only two situations in which we are supposed to be attackers, and the intuition that our troops are strong with wooden fences… In these situations, there are only two options for the Phalanx."

"What are those two?

"Get out and fight, or get out and protect. And Faranx should choose the former. What I've figured out in previous battles is that Faranx is a proud man. Take it grandiose and smash it, even if you know you have some trick. That's the battle of the Phalanx. You won't be able to stand that man, such as leaving without fighting."

The operations contemplated by Austro and the Tabernacles were almost exactly what they were aiming for, but there were two miscalculations. One is that Faranx himself, to some extent, had read the measures hanging on him. And the other is that there was a "third man" on this battlefield who foresaw more imperial army measures than Faranx.

Hero (Chevalier) Walter Wackenheim and the Holy Knight (Paladin) Gratina Wackenheim had entered Faranx's immediate unit and were advancing the horse.

"You... this formation is like attacking from here?

"That's right. Perhaps the general thinks of attacking, not defending. So to the point of criticism, I would be willing to approach the Imperial Army. So once you've consolidated your defense, look at how your enemies are coming out and attack them from this side. Tina, it's your turn."

"You said, about the enemy's ploy, there are only prospects?

"No, I don't know. Yesterday, however, the general went on his own inspection and decided to leave. I guess I felt something. All I can do in this limited situation is read battlefield flux. And survive."

To her husband's words, his wife nodded with a determined look. No matter how clear my husband is, I can't read everything on the battlefield. Something unexpected happens more than just making a decision in limited information. In fact, there have also been misreads and unexpected situations in the past. It is then that the power of the husband is exerted. The courageous and pitiful husband has moved his wife precisely by sending signals using a whistle, even in a situation of confusion. There is no remaining Knights College synchronization in the military. Nearly twenty years of war history were sufficient to form an absolute relationship of trust between the couple.

"Speaking of which, how is she doing? Seems like you've been working on something for him?

"I introduced about five heroes (Chevaliers) who are retired and live in the city. And the ex-soldiers who got hurt and couldn't fight. I don't know the rest. It's what he does on his own."

"Totally. I wonder what he's thinking... if the general finds out, he'll snap his neck if he sucks"

His wife shook her head with a worrying look on her son's face. But my husband was looking forward to what would happen.

"Gentlemen, thank you so much for your cooperation."

Kate turned around and thanked him. A man who loses one arm breaks his face.

"Hey, I don't mind. The general owes me. General Faranx himself scolded me for losing my arm and being a jerk. That's all he took care of until work. If I can repay you on this occasion, I can wish or fulfill it."

"Me too. I lost a leg. I'm sewing now, right? He knows how to fix armor. He introduced me to a job that I could sit on. Ano is a man who shouldn't die."

All the men nod. Kite and the four Saint Knight candidates, as well as hundreds of "ex-soldiers," all rode horses and quietly entered the plains. It was the day Falanx inspected the Imperial Army formation.

Lizaris Prada had swallowed his spit and was trying to contain his gaggling and trembling legs somehow. The inflexible soldiers are protecting themselves, but still remember the sight in front of them. Only five hundred meters away, thirty thousand armies were imminent. This is the first time I have seen a group called "10,000". All of them are pointing their intentions at this side. It would also be helpless for Lizaris, who is just a "researcher", to learn to fear.

(over there...... he said he wanted to watch where the cannon would be used, but was this a failure?

See the face of the soldier next door. There was sweat on my cheeks. My own hands began to tremble, too. Soon a history-changing blow will be unleashed. The 30,000 in front of me began to move. Slowly, then it was powerful and began to approach.

"Even if you get so close, why don't you still set me up"

Faranx looked tattered, but there was a giddy rush inside. I expect the enemy to set something up. But five hundred meters is a distance that can be reached if it's a strong crossbow. Even so close, the enemy is creepingly silent. On the other side of the wooden fence, there are just soldiers lined up neatly with spears. It feels as if we are comparing patience.

"All armies, ten more steps forward."

I raised my hand and gave instructions.

"Almost, almost..."

Austro was whining as he told himself. The enemy is already in the range of the cannon. With repeated training, adjusting the angle of the cannon and the amount of gunpowder allows you to grasp most of the distance. It is also possible to simultaneously fire all the guns. But the enemy army is stopped. I am putting out the heavily armed infantry fully and consolidating my protection. The most effective way to break down a formation is when the enemy takes a step and the formation sways. Bite your back teeth and endure even until then.

"Cool... that's hot..."

The August sun is tight. There was no cloud in the sky, and the flames of the earth were rising. Sweat pressed my cheeks, dripping. It is the first battle in history. Of course there is no precedent. So I narrowed my wisdom, and let every measure go round. I took an ecstasy last night and held the Holy Knight (Isis), and I have the good fortune of a goddess. But still, there's nothing I can do about the rising anxiety.

It was creepy quiet. Eventually I heard the long-awaited noise. It is the sound of zah... zah... The enemy has moved. Austro inhaled heavily.

"Let go!!

A loud noise continued to sound and the Kabee Plain rocked.