Now, your enemies are very motivated...

　The walls of Ipylos tower in the distance. In the foreground, countless banners with the coats of arms of the ten northern families were flying.
　The Count Salzberg's army is nearly twice as strong as his own, so it's impossible for the enemy not to understand that it's more advantageous to fight by hiding in defensive facilities.
　Nevertheless, the fact that they chose to fight in the field means that they want to settle the matter at once.　Both choices have their advantages and disadvantages, but the Count and other nobles probably chose the latter.
　However, against a single upstart baron, all of the ten northern families have been mobilized to fight. It was only natural that they would win, and if they were to suffer even the slightest bit, it would inevitably tarnish their family name. They would be ridiculed not only by the Kingdom of Roselia, but also by the entire western continent. From the same nobles above, to the commoners below.
(Good, good, it's proof that they haven't left that many troops in the enemy's territory........
　When fighting an enemy that you lack information about, you have two options.
　One is to prevent damage by remaining on the defensive until you have all the information. The other is to use the maximum amount of troops they have and crush them all at once.
　They were afraid of that. Deep down in their unconscious.
(They do exactly what I want.) Well, people with a lot of pride are relatively easy to read their actions.) 　　
And the current situation within Roselia further limits their options. It was worth the time and effort to prepare for them.
　They want it. The beauty of a visible, overwhelming victory.　

"So let's get started.

　The situation of exchanging words has already passed. All that's left is to let your instincts take over and wield your weapons.
　Besides, there is no need to raise the command of the soldiers by issuing a proclamation now.
　Following Liang Zhen's words, one of the soldiers who was standing by blew his horn high in the air.


　The two armies' formations were both in a horizontal position. The formations are formed by lining up each unit in one or two or more rows in the direction of travel.
　This is a very orthodox basic formation, and on Earth, its shape is documented in the history of warfare in all ages and places.
　However, while the basic form does not take much time to learn, it does not have many special features.
　It is a good idea that the contact between the enemy and allies is very wide, so it is easy to get into a melee and there are not many idle troops.
　This is why Mikoshiba Ryoma assigned 500 men each to the front line of the spearhead and the rear line of the preparations.
　In contrast, Count Salzberg's army, which was superior in numbers, was divided into three camps: the front, the middle, and the rear.

They are very fast for being on foot!　Was the rumor true?　d*mn, what are the archers doing? We're going to run out of time!

　The troop leader's curses echoed from the rear of Count Salzberg's army.
　It was hard to believe that he was wearing metal armor, but his speed was unbelievable. No, even if it was leather armor, the movement speed of the enemy in front of me was extraordinary.
　Then there was only one conclusion that could be drawn.

''I see, you're trying to get us into a melee at once. It's coming! Everyone brace yourselves!

　One of the knights standing in the front row raises his voice while holding his spear.
　There is not the slightest bit of turmoil in his words as he has survived the battlefield many times before.
　His heart was simply crystal clear in front of the black tidal wave of troops that raised the two-headed snakes.

''Get ready!''

　A battle cry went up from the surroundings at those words.　
　The figure of a human wearing black armor all over his body was clearly reflected in the knight's eyes. He focused his attention and began to turn his chakra.
　There are a total of three chakras that a knight can rotate. It is up to the Manipura Chakra, which is said to be located around the navel.
　This proves that he has the ability to be a skilled hand in this earth world.
　The chakras begin to rotate at high speed according to his will, strengthening his physical abilities.


''Don't die!''

　The spear he swung down with a curse clashed with the axe spear in his opponent's hand.
　At that moment, red sparks blinked between the two, and a dull numbing sensation hit me from my arms to my entire body.
　The impact of the spear being struck down one after another with the second and third blows.
The knight unintentionally held on to the spear in his grip as if it was about to be blown away with a desperate thought.
(Even with me this guy is the commander of the troops?)
　Most skilled knights want to be in the front line. This is because one skilled knight can do as much work as many ordinary soldiers.
　This is because one skilled knight can do as much work as many ordinary soldiers.
　And the laws of this world spur the theory of the weak and the strong. That's right, the law of being able to absorb the vitality of the creatures you kill with your own hands, and strengthen yourself, leads the strong to become even stronger.
　That's why the knight thought the enemy in front of him was a skilled practitioner of the same age as him.
　But in the next moment, the knight could not believe his ears.

Doyle, cover us from the rear. The rest of you, crush the enemies on your left and right. I'll take care of this one. Go!

　The content itself is not a big deal. What matters is the owner of the voice.
　It's a young man's voice. From the pitch and feel of his voice, he must be in his mid-teens or early twenties.
(Nonsense ... about the same age as my son?)
　From what I've heard for a moment, I can tell that he's not much older than his own precious heir son who lives in the knight's mansion.
　Nevertheless, the strength of the enemy in front of him is comparable to his own.　
He knows his son's skills from his daily training, which makes the impact he receives all the more impressive.
(What the hell is up with these guys... no matter how ridiculous they are...)
　The enemy in front of me ducks, prevents, and counterattacks with a series of desperate attacks that the knight has honed over the years.
　It's a true nightmare for the knight.
　Eventually, little by little, the knight's attacks became lackluster.
　The techniques became monotonous, and the amount of power they could put into a single attack was steadily decreasing.
　Physical fatigue is not the cause. It's because a knight's body is beyond the range of a human being in terms of both endurance and durability.
　However, up to mental fatigue, even a knight living in the superhuman realm is no different from an ordinary human.
(Stupid, stupid, stupid!　(This can't be happening.)
　Most battles on the battlefield are decided by the first blow.
　This is why the winner cannot be decided even after more than a dozen rounds of fights.
　In the life of a knight with a long history of warfare, I can only count on one hand the number of experiences that took so much time and effort.
　He is proud of being a strong man. That strong will was now about to completely collapse.

''You little bastard, just die, for goodness sake!

　Curses and yells echoed across the battlefield as the knight tried to swing down the best blow he had.
　However, after a violent impact that was nipped from behind, the two arms that were raised high in the sky hung there without power.
　A hot sticky liquid rushed into the knight's throat from the pit of his stomach.
　The smell and taste of rusty iron filled his mouth.
　The knight forgets that this is a battlefield and squats down on the spot.
　I put my hand behind my back and touched the warm liquid. The touch is something that can't be mistaken now.
　The knight stared over his shoulder at the soldier standing behind him.

''You demons ... go to hell.

　A curse is released from the breathless knight's mouth.　Knowing that it means nothing.