The battle against the coalition of kings led by E. Rudre was fought in a head-on battle.
　It's not that I couldn't afford to take them by surprise - it's just that I didn't want to.
　But I purposely left it out of my options.
　It's because I thought it was useless.
　With the fortified city of Alesta surrounded by the plain as far as the eye can see, there was no room for a surprise attack.
　The only way left is to engage in a decisive battle head on.
　Of course, I'm not going to jump into the enemy's army without a plan.
　I ask Giron, the orc chief of staff, "How do you know that guy is prepared?

"Is this fellow prepared?

Yes, I asked Günter-dono to make it for you. But is it safe? I don't know if it's still useful in a real battle.

This is Herr Günther. He's got something for us to look forward to.

　In fact, the craftsmen Günther brought with him were excellent.
　I wasn't worried about that at all.
　What I'm worried about is Günter-dono's dwarf troops, but....
　I gaze anxiously at the dwarven troops entrusted with the right wing.

　--It seems that my worries were unfounded.

　The dwarf race is not only skilled as craftsmen, but also quite capable as warriors.
　They are more than evenly matched with the enemy knights.

　On the other hand, the newly joined human soldiers were also fighting a good fight.
　This was because they had been given flintlock guns.
　At first, the other troop leaders were fiercely opposed to me, but I decided to distribute the guns to the humans.

　For two reasons.

　A gun, a weapon, could be handed over to an untrained human and handled reasonably well.
　That and the human creature was more adept than goblins and orcs.

　As an archer, they should be better than them.
　That was the decision.

　However, I can understand why the troop leaders were so vehemently opposed to it.
　They had a good point.


'Flamethrower.'


　He wondered if he could give the most powerful weapon in the world, called the "Greatest Weapon of all," to a squad of newcomers, who could also betray him.
　This was the only way to go about it.


'You have to trust me and the humans.
　And--.


　Honestly, they had a good point, and if I were the troop leader, I would have naturally disagreed.
　But under the circumstances, there was no other way to win.
　In short, it was a gamble, and it looks like I won that gamble as well.
　They had only trained for a short amount of time, but they had mastered the flamethrower admirably.

　This time they didn't use the 'three-stage fire' because it wasn't an interception battle, but a field battle, and that's a head-on collision, but they were efficient and operated their guns.

　When their comrades showered the approaching enemy forces with guns, the rest of the humans would rush up and buy time, while the gunmen would pack powder and ammunition.

　It could be said that this is the kind of coordinated play that only humans can do.
　Seeing this, Jiron praises them as if they were a handful.

It's a good thing he's a master. It's not that I didn't have any doubts about it from the start.

Use the sycophants after you've won.

　I said, and then looked at the left wing.
　This is the troops of the demon race led by Lilith.
　Naturally, I thought that this one was also overwhelming the enemy, but that was not the case.
　Unexpectedly, they are struggling.

''Da, mister, isn't this bad?　Your sisters are struggling with it.

I assumed.

　I'd like to say that, but I didn't calculate that.
　I wondered if there was something wrong.
　Thinking so, I observed, but I soon found out why.
　It seemed that what Lilith and the others were dealing with was the main force of the enemy.
　They were all dressed in matching crimson armor.

''Ah, that's the Red Dragon Knights, the Knights directly under General E. Rudre.

I think you're right.

　They were all wearing the same color of armor.


　Under King Phallus, there is E. Dogley.
　Underneath E. Rudre, there is the Red Dragon Order.


　It seems that even children know the song of fun in Pharus.
　They must be such a proudly powerful order.

　It's unusual that the knights of this medieval-like other world are uniformly armed. This is not a world like in a comic book or drama.

　It's impossible for everyone to have the same armament.

　Even if they are knights, each brings their own armor, so they dress differently.
　Each of them prepare their own armor to suit their own pocketbooks and interests.
　And yet the fact that they were all dressed almost identically was in itself proof of their strength.
　The king must have provided them with ample funds.
　They must have been able to use the ample funds to prepare good quality armor.
　The funds would also allow them to spend more time on training and afford to hire sorcerers.

　They seem to have a strength that is equal to, or even greater than, the elite of the Immortal Brigade.
　The troops led by the dragonman Shigan and the mage squad led by the succubus Lilith also fell one by one.
　It was tempting to turn away from them, but I couldn't turn away.
　That is the duty of the commander whose life is entrusted to them.

　I think calmly.

　It was the best and only way to reduce the damage to the brigade.
　The dwarves deployed on the right flank were pushing the enemy, but not to the point of being overwhelming.
　The humans in the center are also fighting the good fight, but half of them are in their first battle. They won't have the luxury of covering Lilith and the others.

''-- Then...''

　I shat my pants and ordered Giron.

"Tell them to have a squadron of their own ready to fly in the rear.

　Giron was astonished to hear those words.

'What?　It's fine. You told me to wait until a little later, didn't you? At least until we can nail the enemy's bow unit.

We can no longer afford it. It's a gamble, but I'm throwing it in here.

Well, it's very unusual for a husband to take a gamble.

Sometimes a man has to take a gamble, you know?

　--I said, and then asked Giron.

'By the way, what do you think of this plan?'
I've always believed in him.
I don't think so. Would you throw it in now?　And I'm listening.

　Hearing those words, Giron crossed his arms and said, "Hmmm," and was troubled.

　Previously, when I was in a quandary, I said I'd go with the opposite of Giron's plan.

　That way, I'll be 100% successful.

　The fact that this man is in doubt means that he has a 50-50 chance of success no matter which plan he chooses.

　If that's the case, I've decided to throw in now.
　If the probability of success is 50-50, you should put it in sooner than later.
　The sooner this is settled, the less damage our allies will suffer.

　After making this decision, I gave my reserve squadron a "certain" piece of equipment.
　It was a roasting ball made by the dwarven craftsmen.
　A roasting ball is a grenade-like weapon made by filling a pot with gunpowder and attaching a fuse to it.
　It could be thought of as a larger version of a modern hand grenade.
　Of course, it is inferior to the modern grenade because of its large size.
　That is, it is difficult to transport.

　But instead, this is a different world and this army is a demon king's army.
　The advantage of the demon race is that they can use methods of warfare that the humans cannot imitate.

　I had planned to make the gargoyles and other evil-winged demons carry roasting balls and drop them from the air.

　In short, I was going to use the gargoyles as bombers.
　In a world where the concept of "bombing" doesn't exist, the enemy would have no patience for such an action.
　I'm proud to say that it's a pretty good plan, but whether it will work is still unknown.

　As we've talked about before, the weakness of the airborne troops is the archers.
　Flying demons often stand out.
　They might be an excellent target.
　I was hesitating to throw them in with that in mind, but then a strange idea came to me.
　As soon as the flying squad took off, I gave the order to call the large tribe from the demon squad back to the main camp.

''But Lilith's sisters are struggling. ''Are you sure?　Do that.

　Jiron, the chief of staff, is understandably concerned, but I just say "it's fine".
　Jiron's suggestion was unusually straightforward, but if this is the case, the battlefield will be at a disadvantage.
　Anyway, in order not to lose, I have no choice but to ask Lilith, Shigan and the others to hold their ground.　
With that in mind, I waited for the large type of demon to arrive.

　The big monsters that came were giants, tree-trunks, and some of the largest trolls in the world.

　They all boast a size that makes you look up.
　I guess you could say that they are the best of the best in our brigade.

　I'm sorry to the troop leaders who were pulled out of that elite, even if only temporarily, but I'll give them orders to win.

　However, it's not that difficult.
　All I had to do was give them a roasting ball and have them throw it, or throw it.
　However, the giants and Trent, who could not reach 10 meters, threw it, and it was not half bad.
　They would be throwing roasting balls at targets hundreds of meters away.
　Of course, that target is the enemy's archery unit.

　The enemy's archers had just confirmed the existence of the gargoyle and were reaching for their bowstring to knock it down. In the nick of time, the gargoyle's troops would have been saved.

　Of course, their power was several degrees less than modern grenades and exploding bullets, but they could still imagine their surprise as an unknown weapon rained down on them.

　Without even bothering to use the magic of 《Hawk-Eye》, I could confirm that the enemy's archers' squadron was floating in the air.

　I take that as my cue to order the gargoyles.


''Now!　Jump over the archers.


　As a signal, he launches the Lightning Bolt spell into the sky and makes it explode in the air.
　Seeing this, the gargoyles all jumped over the archers at once and rushed towards the enemy's siege weapons.
　They then drop roasting balls with pinpoint accuracy.
　The exploding roasting balls, the wood siege weapons burned amusingly well.
　The enemy's siege weapons were now neutralized.

　In short, the Seventh Legion led by Cephiro no longer had to fear the enemy's stone throwers and ballista.

　Now they won't even have to give a 'signal'.
　My beloved boss, Cephiro is not incompetent.
　He must be watching the situation with an eye on the tiger.
　Sure enough, she did not miss the moment.
　She doesn't miss the enemy's buoyant moment and opens the gates of the city of Alesta.
Or maybe she believed in me and was aiming for this moment.


I'm sure he'll come to save her from her plight. After all, she has changed her diaper before," she said.


　I can imagine them blowing it to the other brigade leaders.

　I don't know what the other brigade leaders thought when they heard it, but when the castle gates were opened, the guys from the 7th Legion jumped out with vigor.

　First of all, it was the head of the werewolf unit, Bayo, who jumped out at the front of the group.
　Werewolves are an exceptionally tough demon race. Their healthy legs and agility were the best in the demon race.
　Their personality and intelligence aside, they were also the best in the 7th Legion in terms of combat.

　When they attacked the humans waiting in front of the city gates, they would use their claws to cut through the armor and bite into the throat whistles of the enemy soldiers with their fangs.

　It was a typical Bayo way of fighting.

　On the other hand, the brigade leader of the Fang Beast Brigade, Manticore's Kushana, had an un-beastly, intelligent fighting style.
　He didn't rush forward like Beyo, and he made sure that every single one of the soldiers that Beyo had killed was buried.

　Or maybe Bayo's fighting style was more brutal, but Kushana's was more calculating and ruthless.

　Both of them fought in a way that was typical of the demon race. One by one, the enemy soldiers fell.
　I was relieved to see that figure.
　Because with this, I could see where this war was going.

　When the Crucible of Black Perdition, a unit of sorcerers under Sephiro, emerged from the gate, I was confident of victory.

　Using her prized sorcerers, she unleashes her magic on the enemy soldiers one after another.
　As if to avenge her past resentment.

　《Blitz, Fireball, Slash, Pillar of Fire》 It was a parade of standard magic, but there were also sorcerers who used forbidden class magic.

　After all, they were the most elite of the 7th Legion, and they all had terrifying magical powers.
　When I saw the scene, I couldn't help but let my voice escape.


''You've won.''


　On the other hand, the enemy general, E. Rudre, might be muttering, "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do that.


'Have you lost?'


　The enemy general is not incompetent.
　Even though they are currently pushing, they shouldn't expect to be able to win by being pinned down by one of the leading armies of the Demon King's Army.
　Besides, war is something that is settled the moment the commander thinks so.
　In fact, the moment I let that thought slip out of my head, the enemy soldiers began to rise to their feet.

　The troops led by Lilith and Michigan, who had been forced to fight hard, had come back to life and were beginning to push the enemy soldiers.
　That's the situation with the core of the enemy, the 'Red Dragon Knights'.
　On the other fronts, we have begun to overwhelm them.
　If things continue in this order, we will win.
　In fact, the number of enemy soldiers was steadily decreasing.

　The Orcs' chief of staff, Giron, said, "If this continues, we will win.

''If things continue as they are, we can win, right?
Yeah.

　I reply shortly.

'Let's continue to surround the enemy army and destroy them.

　Giron has made a rare offering, but it probably won't work out that well.
　I'm not going to pretend to underestimate the enemy general.
　Soon, e-Redre should begin to retreat.

　Sure enough, when he muttered to Giron, "I'm afraid that won't happen," the enemy forces withdrew.

　The prediction came true, and Giron was surprised.

'How did your husband know?'
Because fights are an assault on your character.

　The art of war was to read the psychology of the enemy general and exploit the opponent's emptiness.
　At least since we are inferior in strength, it was my position that I had no choice but to do so.
　However, I wasn't able to read everything about the enemy general either.

　The enemy army, the Red Dragon Knights, retreated in an orderly fashion after putting up a good fight to the end in order to escape their friends.
　Although he was an enemy, a brilliant leader, he sent an errand to us after the war and sent us a letter.
　The content of the letter was simple but bold.


He wrote: "I admire your leadership, even though you are the enemy general. I wish you good health until the time of rematch.


　Apparently, this man, E. Rudre, is not only competent, but also a romantic.
　Normally, he would not be able to write such a letter to someone who has lost on the battlefield.

　In short, his letter could be translated as.

You'll have to wait and see what happens next.

　That was it.

　When I saw that letter, I thought, "Oh, man.
　I'm going to have to fight this guy again someday, and that's what I'm going to have to do.
　I'm not a masochist.
　The weaker the enemy general, the more grateful I am that he is weak.

　I don't want to see you again on the battlefield," Giron asks.

I'm not sure if I should reply to that. I don't want you to think that the demon race has no sense of decorum.

　I said, "Well," and then I straddled my horse.

"Mister, where are you going?

I'm going to check on the Commander. I just want to make sure he's okay.

'How do you plan to reply to your letter to E. Ludle?'

I'll leave that to you.

　He also completely defeated the enemy forces.

　I thought he was a man who sent me funny letters, but I was more interested in what Cephiro would look like.

　Cephiro still has a way of treating me like a child.
　I hope that's fixed after this battle, but I'm not sure.
　Will he pretend to be frustrated?
　Or is he puffing out his cheeks?
　Either way, I'm sure we'll see some interesting expressions on his face.
　With that in mind, I let the horse run.