Sacred Chevalier

Humanity's first long-range attack tactic was "stone throwing". The advantage of being able to attack unilaterally from a distance led not only to increased safety in hunting, but also to a wider range of tactics, such as driving prey away by throwing stones in an unattainable direction. Long before we had civilization, mankind sometimes hunted and sometimes fought war by means of an attack called "throwing".

As civilization develops, so does the means of attack of throwing. The desire (need) to "bring greater destruction farther" eventually creates a means of "mechanical throwing". A "Catapult" was born to throw a stone so big that a person could not have it. A "crossbow gun (barista)" was born to fly arrows with stronger force. In the time when the Holy Fersis Kingdom was founded, these weapons had already been completed, and the walls of the Great Fortress of Varihardt were equipped with large crossbow guns (baristas).

Two hundred and two years of experience in Turmakia, in the era of Giltania Fiz-Turmakia, there was a great deal of innovation (innovation) in mechanical weapons using the principles of pulleys and harpoons. It is the appearance of "firearms". The tactics of using the explosive power of black gunpowder to eject shells and destroy distances had a significant impact on subsequent military history. Stone throwers and crossbow guns had drawbacks such as having difficulty transporting them because of their large size, hiding their existence from their size but being difficult, and not being able to fire in series once they were activated again. For the Holy Knight (Paladin) with supernatural powers, there was no such thing as preventing attacks known to exist in advance, and mechanical weapons were used in siege warfare, naval warfare, etc.

The Battle of the Kabachi Plains, two hundred and two years old in August of Turmakia, has been the subject of research by military experts in that for the first time in human history firearms have been used in the field. And more than that, the battle against the Holy Knight (Paladin) and the Firearms, waged by two heroes (Chevalier) who are famous for their history, stirred up the romanticism of many in future generations…

A roar shook the earth, followed by a shock. The earth pillars rise and the soldiers scream. Faranx narrowed his eyes and checked his surroundings. With only one impact, the neat formation had collapsed. Soldiers are down where they arrive. All of a sudden on the soil pillars that have risen, the Tabernacles also seem bewildered.

"Hey, what? Magic?"

"But we're still close to 500 meters away, right? Magic from such a distance..."

It sounded like ground again. Saint Knight (Paladin) Gratina Wackenheim jumped off a horse and flashed her sword. Something spherical about thirty centimeters in diameter broke into two and fell. At the same time, the ground swayed again. The horse screamed and rammed, and the soldiers made noise. Two shocks have collapsed the formation of iron walls that Faranx boasts. From there, however, the earlier decision was unique to Falanx, the famous general. Just in case, send a signal that you have prepared just in case.

Don't fly the black flag.

It is a signal to "retreat to a glance". in a state of conflagration in which the order system collapsed, leaving each platoon unit.

flag to direct, but it was the first time since Faranx became a general that he had raised this flag.

A pitch-black flag was raised. Lucken, who keeps a hundred-member unit, doubted my eyes. General Faranx, who can be described as a symbol of the two letters of immortality, instructed him to flee. I was flabbergasted by the unbelievable instructions, but got me back with the screams of the deputy director.

"Captain!

"Huh... retreat! Everybody, retreat immediately! Hurry!"

A crack enters the formation and leaves on a platoon basis. It was then a controlled retreat, like scattering spider children. Only three thousand direct troops, mainly Phalanx, stay on the spot. To serve in the palace. To that brilliant way of retreating, Austro Tormakia leaked his admiration.

"Fast...... the boulder is Faranx. I thought I could shoot in a little more, but did you decide to retreat in just two shots"

"But I'm within the assumption. As expected, Faranx is in the ranks with his immediate troops. Opportunity, Your Highness..."

Chief of the Tabernacle, Partina Circurie, advanced in an excited manner. It is an excellent opportunity to take over the prestigious General Bergarard Farranks, who has been the shield of the kingdom for ten years. Austro raised his right hand.

A third shot is emitted. A dirt column rises in and around the immediate unit. But most of them came off. Because the retreat has already begun. Faranx looked at the condition and nodded as he was convinced.

"Apparently, it's not magic. Looks like a new weapon. The aim is not compatible with this move... which means it will take some time to adjust..."

Even in crisis situations, the laughter of the mouth never disappears. Gratina approached with a spherical object. A glance at it called for one man. A young man still over twenty approaches on a horse.

"Werner, this is an order for you. Grab it and head to the fortress. And to convey the following words: The Empire develops a recruit weapon that strikes out balls of iron. Both range and power are great. However, it is difficult to operate…"

"Shit, General..."

"Go. You must not leave a child born without a father."

"Guh...... and the Empire develops a recruit weapon that strikes out balls of iron! Both range and power! However, it is difficult to operate!

When I recited it with a yell, I received the balls from Gratina to snap, and ran the horse. Faranx wasn't looking at Werner anymore. The enemy in front of me was moving. I got the horseback squad out of the left and right, and it was semi-surrounded. But you can't leave here. The retreating infantry is still close. I needed to feed my neck and stop as much as I could here. Besides, there's no way to be thorough in protecting it. If you lay a defensive line in this situation, you will end up being showered with bows and arrows from all sides. I mean, we just have to fight 30,000 against each other. It was a desperately unfavourable situation. But still, Faranx shrugged.

"Nghhhhhhh... you do it. I thought you were going to set something up, but I didn't know you had these hands ready. Even this situation would already be as the enemy read it. Occupy the Arce River, grab a bridgehead of fortress offense, and at the same time take it to my neck...... brilliant maneuver. But..."

Faranx extended his right arm. A squire serving the general hands a pitch-black spear. It is a steel spear that I have been using since my first formation. The sound of a gissip rang from the hand I grabbed. Awesome on my face. It was the look of a warlord who had rushed through many battlefields and continued to slaughter numerous enemies.

"... I don't have any trouble getting you to lick it. They call me the Phalanx of defense, but I'm good at offense, too. Listen carefully, gentlemen. The enemy is thirty thousand, we are three thousand. But each and every one of us is far superior. It's not enough to fear, such as weak soldiers who have to rely on weapons like that!

Hoo!!

The steel soldiers roared. Your eyes will flare and lift your strength to your extremities. The shelling had already stopped. And the three thousand soldiers became one piece, and went up against the thirty thousand hosts that spread before their eyes.

Gratina asked for instructions and sent her gaze to her husband. If it is just you and your husband, it is also possible to escape. But her husband, the hero Chevalier, Walter Wackenheim, nodded small and pulled out his own sword. Only then could Gratina understand her husband's will. I intend to fight again as a dead soldier. The Holy Knight smiled. My husband was proud. It's called "Legendary Hero (Chevalier)" because you don't run away here.

A spear was raised. Three thousand roars roared on the plains, and a lump of pitch-black began to rush toward the enemy formation.

In the midst of the groves a little further from the battlefield, there was a mass. It is Kite and the four Saint Knight candidates, as well as hundreds of former soldiers. The kites, who left the Valihardt fortress, traveled at night in the form of bypassing the battlefield and even came to this grove. Two and a half kilometers to the battlefield, but not in the enemy sentinel network. From the Imperial Army's point of view, it is located at the rear of the left wing, and the forest is small. Normally, it's a place you don't even care about.

"That's... what? What's happening?

Kate climbed onto the tree, narrowing her eyes and staring at the battlefield. In this era, glasses already exist, but refractive telescopes have not yet appeared. All I see in Kate's eyes is the sight of the enemy raising some smoke. After a while, I heard a noise like a low drum. Turn your eyes to the Phalanx formation. I saw the earth column rise. That's all Kate made up her mind. I explained the situation to everyone as I descended the tree.

"A formation of generals is under attack. It's an unknown attack. It could be magic, it could be a weapon. In any case, the formation is collapsing. We lose like this."

"Lose? Come on, you mean that General Faranx loses?

Hundreds of ex-soldiers ruin their eyebrows. For them, respect for the famous General Bergarard Faranx was also close to faith. The reason we have come so far is also because we were begged by the daughter of a general who is with us, rather than by the man in front of us. The daughter, Elsa Faranx, stopped the men to face Kite.

"Kite. Daddy's gonna lose, right? Are you sure about this?

"You'll lose. The strength of the Phalanx army lies in its iron cohesion. But that attack is what rips its cohesion to pieces. It is not easy for any famous general to assemble an army whose chain of command is dimensioned"

"So, what do you want me to do with the Atasis?

"Oh, my lady... hey..."

The men tried to stop Elsa. But his daughter looked back and bowed her head.

"Sorry, guys...... Atashi doesn't know the operation or the state of the war or anything. But I believe in Kate's judgment. I'm sure Daddy's in danger that Kate is saying this. So please, help me!

…………

Face each other. A red-haired beauty is pleading with a sad look. To refuse it, the men's hearts were too young. Even though they are now retired, they are soldiers trained by famous generals. That's why we're here if we can help ourselves. Now there was no one to go home to.

"I'll do it..."

Someone shrugged like that.

"Let's do it..."

I heard other voices. Let's do it, let's do it! One voice after another. The faces of the men who lost their arms and legs and could no longer fight turned into those of the vandals who live on the battlefield. Kate nodded and opened her mouth.

"I will now describe the operation. Thirty thousand enemies, this is a hundred. There's no way you can fight decently and win. So create a phantom army (...) and attack the heart of enemy general Austro Tormakia"

Three thousand armies, led by the Phalanx, bump into each other as black lumps. But that was the way it was supposed to be for Austro.

"That's right. That's how we have to help. Instruct both wings. Siege them completely and rub them down!

The copper tongue sounds. Nearly 10,000 troops push each left and right. Decline the exit completely. The only way to get rid of this situation was to break through the center and run through. If you flip poorly, they'll take care of your back this time. But not Austro, who forgives it. Central armies, consolidated by wooden fences and shields, take the onslaught.

"Your Highness, it's time for me too..."

My own holy knight asks for permission. Because we need to crush the only existence that has the potential to break this siege net. I'm here for that. That's what I thought. I had defined eyes.

"That's a factual first line for you. Come on."

The hero (Chevalier) nodded.

"Ha ha!"

Saint Knight Gratina Wackenheim scaffolded the erected shield and jumped over the wooden fence. It's not roughly human leap power. He twists a twist in the air and slashes a spear placed above him. The moment he landed, the five necks that were surrounding him on all sides disappeared, and the blood blew up like a fountain. A moment of tragedy frightens the men. Gratina began to run straight to her own army. Slash down one soldier after another and try to open a breakthrough. But in front of him, he was surrounded by men with shields. A spear pokes in from the front, back, left and right. Open your legs up to one hundred and eighty degrees, sink your legs and scold them. Slash the crossed spear with a sword with your right hand, while lifting the sledge with your left arm as your fulcrum, standing upside down with your legs open. Rotate like a solo and kick off the shield you were surrounding. The force of the left arm alone jumps again and jumps over the shield.

"Then, you monster..."

The enemy blows his shield into a crevice. Finally, a breakthrough was opened. The Phalanx army will kill there. But what they saw, breaking through the avant-garde, was a desperate view. The steel shield and the wooden fence appeared again.

"On the palm..."

Walter pounded his tongue. But I haven't given up. My holy knight is intact. Then you just have to repeat the same thing again. Apparently, Gratina had the same idea, and she's already starting to run. Leaps in front of a erected spear. Silver-haired beauty dances the universe. A strange appearance appeared to be graceful. A beautiful blonde jumped to the same height and slashed her on Gratina. I took it painfully with my sword, but it knocked me off to the ground. The landed Gratina looks up. On a shield erected by the soldiers stood a beautiful woman with blonde hair. He wears some exposed armor that only protects his shoulders, elbows, etc., holds a shining sword in silver in his right hand, and looks down gently with his left hand against his waist.

"The Holy Knight (Paladin) is regarded as Lord Gratina Wackenheim. My name is Isis. It is the Holy Knight (Paladin) of His Highness Austro Tormakia. I'll deal with you."

"I see, Sacred Knight Isis... I know his name, but I've never seen him like this before"

The blonde saint approached Gratina at a superhuman rate as she fluttered and descended to the ground. Gratina also gets sick. The battle between the Holy Knights began. The swords scatter sparks, hitting each other in the legs trying to kick their opponents, and for a moment apart, they clash again. Watching how it went, hero Walter Wackenheim ruined his eyebrows.

"You think it's mutual with Tina? Austro Tormakia...... you were hiding it for this day! Haba."

Walter approached Faranx.

"General. The enemy Holy Knight has emerged and no longer has the power to move forward. The only way to get it to work is to find a way to live behind you, ready to sacrifice. With me and Gratina, we open a breakthrough in the back. Retreat from there..."

But Faranx just turned to the side with Giroli and shook his head.

"Then retreat on your own. If it's the power of both of us, it's enough, it's possible."

"General Faranx!

As if he hadn't heard Walter yelling, Faranx stared forward and moved his lips. In the cry of the battlefield, its voice was almost as small as a soliloquy, but for some reason it sounded well to Walter.

"Times are about to change. The rush of knowledge on the battlefield, the collision of the powers of the vanquished men, and the heroes and the holy knights… the age of the warriors will be over and the quantity of weapons will dictate victory and defeat. What a killing, uninteresting battle..."

Faranx waved a spear. A warrior's light floats in his eyes along with a wind-cut sound called von.

"Nhoo...... I'm not kidding. You can't lose a weapon like that. The bow will be good. Also admit the Catapult. But I won't admit it. Admit it, we'll be just murderers!

That is not a word as a general. It was a possession as one samurai who ran through the times. Walter didn't say anything. I silently thanked him and lined up the horses myself.

"Then we'll give it to you too. Let's fight until we feel comfortable."

That's what he told Faranx, and Walter looked up into the sky. Everywhere was blue and peaceful. I kicked a horse in the belly. I roared with the men. No calculations, no nothing. It just builds strength on the limbs and storms. Eventually, he clashed against a solid wall.

"That's a shame..."

Austro Tormakia shrugged small as he stared at the fierce battle ahead. Austro has fought the Phalanx as an imperial general, but has never hated his opponent at one time. On the contrary, he even had respect.

There are those within the Imperial Army who do not want to recognize cannons. But I am the Crown Prince, and eventually I will be emperor. You can't just judge a samurai by his possession. To make peace with the Empire, we need to show overwhelming force. For that, too, the neck of the famous General Bergarard Faranx was needed.

"We're already completely surrounded. The movement of the Faranx army is stopping and forming a circle. It's only a matter of time before we settle."

"If we take the Phalanx, the rest will surrender. I will not tolerate harm to the surrenderers. Give him a good allowance for the wounded. And treat the bodies politely…"

Partina, the Chief of the Tabernacle, gave a silent salute. There, an emergency alert broke in.

It was not that Austro Tormakia had an affair. Everyone in the Imperial Army main camp was convinced of the victory. The soldiers were making their hearts jump on the post-triumph reward, and the officers were expecting a promotion after the war. Maybe that's why I panicked about that emergency report.

"I say. Hostiles and pony riders are approaching from the rear of the left wing! That number, roughly two thousand!

"What?

Austro had a startling look on his face. For confirmation, along with Partina and other bureaucrats, they run their own horses to the rear of the left wing. scale of sand and dust, and chewed his lips accidentally on the flag being raised.

"From the rising sand and dust, the enemy is a horseback squad, the number of which seems to be approximately two thousand. The problem is that there are five hero flags (draughts). But I can't believe it. If two thousand horseback riding squads are in motion, you'll always notice. Isn't this a positive move?

Without having to be told by Partina, it was also intuitive for Austro to be positive. The dust keeps getting closer and closer. Eventually I saw the other side of the horseback squad. Approximately a kilometer at a distance, coming in a straight line. With his eyes narrowed, behind the leading man, four feminine figures could be identified. It was like the other Tabernacles noticed.

"You have a woman. I don't even know if it's the Holy Knight..."

"Your Highness, what will you do?

"... draw up to five hundred meters"

"But if two thousand horse riding squads and five holy knights poke you in the back, this one will collapse. The circle of the Phalanx is strong and it takes time to collapse. Let's lower the left flank here and prepare it..."

I know a hundred of them. But Austro didn't want to admit it. Even though it has been perfectly read so far, it is about to collapse at the end. If the siege were to be lifted here and the Phalanx escaped, plus the inept horseback riding squad in front of us was positive, it would even have a sense of defeat. To Austro, that was unforgivable.

"Your Highness! Already we have won. The goal of getting this land is met. Even if we just let the Faranks get away with it, it's no different to our victory. Are you going to greed and miss the victory you've got!

"Kuh...... instruct the left wing, prepare them for the back!

At the direction of the General, the siege net that had surrounded the Faranx army was lifted. The soldiers of each empire and kingdom had no idea what it was. The field commanders were also incomprehensible, but the order is an order. The left-wing soldiers retreated rapidly. Whatever, it wasn't Faranx who missed it.

"Break through a little, we're getting out of here!

The Faranx army concentrates on one point and storms. Break through the thinned walls and start retreating straight to self-formation. No one tried to chase him. Sometimes there were new orders, but they were exhausting the Faranx army against them. Regardless, it was the same for the Phalanx and the others. Three thousand soldiers are halved, and not a single one is unwounded.

"Yes, what the hell happened..."

The scratchy tabernacles snap out of their breath. Two arrows stood on the shoulders of the hero Walter. And the Saint Knight Gratina has suffered several cuts to his face and is also bleeding from his arms and thighs. As far as Faranx was concerned, he had lost his left eye. They are all in a state of full-blown creation, but they are now at their best in fleeing. No one responded to the whining.

"Kaito, the enemy is moving!

In the eyes of the kites running their horses, the enemy troops began to move. Kate raised her left hand and stopped the march. It was a point of a few dozen more meters, up to the five hundred meters that had been set as the retreat line in the heart.

"All right. Everybody, cut the rope. We're getting away!"

The kites were dragging the tree branches together with ropes and widening the spacing between the horses. It was winding up the earth and dust, making it look as if it were two thousand armies. Since it cannot be seen from this position, it is not known whether the Faranx army could have carried it. All you have to do is leave it to your luck.

The wind is blowing. Dust was shed and hundreds of horseback riders showed up.

"Huh... Again, was it Yang Dynasty! All units, pursuit immediately..."

"Stop it!

Austro stopped Partina from trying to give instructions. He advanced the horse and stared at the man on the horse, about five hundred meters away.

"... this battle is over. No more pointless. Besides, who is that guy?

The man, for a while, stared at the Imperial Army, flipped his horse and retreated. Austro kept staring at him afterwards.