The Republic of the Tower and Marukoku have been at war for nearly two years.
When a nation’s strength declines, new nations will attack like famished wolves to devour its lands.
“The Southwest Front has collapsed!!”
“Hah, the General’s fierce fight was in vain. The General died during the retreat.”
Murmurings!??
The Royal Palace of Marukoku.
Civil officials were in a panic over the issue of the Southwest Front.
“Silence!”
The King asked the silent military officials for their opinions on what should be done.
***
The Brown-skinned Barbarian Army.
“Charge! Advance before the enemy can regroup! Don’t stop moving forward—!”
UOOOOOOOOO!!
Those in front didn’t stop, even as they were about to be impaled by magic tools.
They advanced, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and fellow warriors.
“Paul! That was close—”
“Warrior Chief—!”
I’m a warrior too.
Being protected by the Warrior Chief is an insult, Warrior Chief.
“Damn it.”
The Warrior Chief died.
Protecting someone like me.
“Impale them—!”
A spear wall stretched out before us.
There was no room to maneuver, even if I wanted to go around.
If I slowed down, I’d be knocked over by those behind me, and within seconds, their legs would be among the corpses below.
“Ah, I’ll do it—”
Huh? Did someone give up in despair?
They threw their weapon at the spear wall.
Seeing their weapon hit a spear.
That gave me an idea, and I also threw my weapon at the base of a spear that was about to pierce me forcefully.
“Ugh—”
“Damn it—”
“Don’t underestimate me—!”
Thud!! Stab! Splat!
As I watched warriors being speared, I endured the impact while exchanging complaints with the warrior colliding with my back, until the shock subsided.
…Is it over?
I slowly turned around.
They were dead.
They seemed to have bypassed us and gone ahead.
Behind me were many corpses of warriors.
I was lucky.
“…Ugh…”
“Kill… *groan*…”
The murmurs and groans of the survivors instantly made me look at the surrounding corpses.
I remembered I didn’t have a weapon and used the one from the warrior behind me.
I began the work of killing enemy soldiers, and while offering a perfunctory treatment to the warriors, I asked for opinions on whether I should go ahead and rejoin the warriors who had already moved on.
“If only my legs could move, I could charge the enemy… ugh.”
“Don’t try to move.”
My bleeding just stopped.
Other warriors and the Warrior Chief moved desperately to fight the enemy.
But wouldn’t they consider how I feel, tending to them?
Someone’s stomach growled.
We needed to procure food.
Surrounded by the corpses of friend and foe, I moistened a hard piece of food with saliva and bit into it.
Chomp… chomp…
The sound of eating hard food suddenly ceased.
I saw the face of a warrior who had dropped the hard food from his mouth and passed away.
It was disheartening. Even though I treated them, I couldn’t save them.
Was that the cry of warriors in the distance?
When it gets darker, I won’t know which direction to go.
“Let’s sleep.”
“Let’s take turns on watch.”
With those words, I was allowed to rest first.
I was the only one who could move.
If an enemy came, I’d die without stamina.
Always being in good condition is the basic principle of a warrior.
“…Morning, huh.”
No enemies appeared.
The warrior who kept watch with me passed away with a smile.
There were no survivors.
“……”
I could return to the forest.
But it would be a warrior’s shame.
Moving forward. The act of cutting open the enemy’s throat is what a warrior does.
With the light and no enemies around.
Carefully, I took armor and weapons from the fallen warriors.
“Alright.”
To make up for the half-day delay.
I sprinted towards the enemy’s throats, following the many footprints and corpses.
If I crush the enemy completely.
I’ll be rewarded with a beautiful wife from the commander.
Even if I die, my family will be honored for my filial piety.
Without thinking… Warrior Paul moves forward, masking his fear.
