Several months have passed since I put soldiers disguised as me to work.
Today, the great war to decide who would rule the continent has finally begun in earnest.
The weather was clear, then cloudy.
Above the enemy’s position, nostalgic balloons floated serenely.
Blown by the updrafts, they drifted in random directions.
“A person from another world… or a reincarnator…”
Regardless.
They are a threat to my faction.
Magic and sorcery are almost entirely dependent on magic tools,
which incur a cooldown when used in rapid succession.
Single-shot offensive magic.
Their power is fatal if they hit directly, but they target mostly one person.
They could be blocked if one hid in a trench.
Because it’s a straight line. As far as I could see.
I am watching from the rear with the kings.
Beside me are my twin wives, Lulual and Al, who safely gave birth.
And their babies.
Rubiera and Astalte.
My daughters, whose future wives I’ve promised due to hormonal balance ♪♪
They’ve inherited the best of their mother and my body. Beautiful girls are guaranteed, no doubt ♪!
The kings, standing a little distance away,
began to clamor about the bad turn of the battle.
“What is that floating in the sky!!”
“They’re observing the battlefield safely from a range where arrows can’t reach.”
“Why don’t we have that (that thing)!!”
Because they didn’t have the knowledge to build it, right?
If it’s not decided today.
The construction of balloons in the rear. No, perhaps they’re already moving to build them via messenger.
But who knows when the finished product will arrive on the battlefield.
The principle of balloons is simple, but
the part that inflates the balloon is a magic tool.
Magic tools are precious and rare.
They are as good as nonexistent. Similar items are nowhere to be found.
Human power. If they could substitute it with those who can use sorcery, that would be fine, but
there is a limit to the number of people who can ride in a balloon.
From what I saw, three is the limit.
One person in the balloon.
The rest observe the battle and send information to the friendly army on the ground with flags.
It’s better to use sorcerers for firepower on the battlefield than for balloons.
“I said something good, didn’t I?”
“?? ??”
“Uuu, auu~”
My wives tilted their heads at my muttering.
My daughters started to fuss, so I calmed them down.
The battle situation worsened, and the kings yelled.
Should I ask for permission to kill a few of them later?
Both armies exchanged fire with arrows and single-shot offensive magic.
Digging trenches with logs sliced into rounds strapped to their backs and pots as helmets.
Heavy cavalry and infantry supported trench digging with skirmishes and surprise attacks.
Towers offering a view of the battlefield showed zigzag trenches extending towards the enemy lines.
Close combat with spears and swords.
“Uoooooooooooooooooooooo”
“Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Eliminating enemies, advancing and retreating in the trenches.
We had the numbers.
However, they had different equipment.
A magazine loaded with large arrows and pulleys for a great bow.
With little force, they fired arrows that could penetrate leather armor. And in rapid succession.
Shappapappa!
“Uwaaaaaaaah!”
Information from the balloons.
Ambush and surprise attacks were thwarted, and in turn, they were ambushed.
“Enemyyyyyyy!”
Front-line units were defeated one after another.
The following units hesitated to advance further, their movements slowing.
“Hurry up and advance! Run, run!”
“There are women among the enemy soldiers! Knock them down and rape them!”
There’s a commander with the same thought process as me.
Soldiers who moved their feet forward, thinking “You can rape them! You can rape them!”
The commander, who had been earnestly urging them forward,
seemed to give up and joined in with their rallying cry.
“If you achieve merit! You can also have virgins!”
“Uoooooooooooooo ♪!!”
Removing the two-kilometer-long wooden shield for arrow deflection,
they charged, utilizing their mobility to the fullest.
Closing in on the enemy vanguard… but it didn’t go well.
They were being pierced at weak points by spear formations.
The following units pushed from behind,
piercing the spears deep into their bodies,
disabling the enemy’s spears.
“Don’t let our sacrifices be in vain!”
“Womennnn! My womennnn!”
Stepping over the corpses of the enemy vanguard,
arrows from the archers were shot at their chests and throats.
The trenches were filled with corpses.
Disposal of the dead.
Enemy spears threatened to pierce from where the trenches collapsed.
Not only in front, but also overhead, a barrage of arrows and stones.
Around tens of thousands of casualties on both sides,
they temporarily retreated
and took turns eating.
Then, small-scale battles.
By the time everyone had finished eating,
battles of the same scale as the opening engagement were raging within the trenches.
“You are summoned by the King.”
“Ah. Yes, it’s work for me. Sorry everyone, I’ll finish my work quickly and then we can have fun ♪”
“Yes. Please be careful.”
I kissed the cheeks of my four daughters and headed to the observation deck where the kings were.
I advanced alone through the trench.
Behind me were the follow-up units.
They wanted me to break through.
Well, well, the reward will be enemy royalty, a royal pussy ♪
“An enemy soldier appears.”
I dismembered the enemy vanguard with wind magic, turning them into a bloody mess.
“Wha??! Wh-what the??”
Unaware they had been severed, they continued to speak until they died. Truly the wonder of humans, or rather, of living beings.
“Come on, come at me if you want to die.”
Rayos taunted half-heartedly.
He conquered one of the trenches.
Using it as a base, reinforcement units were sent to nearby trenches.
“A path has been made! ♪”
“Follow that man!”
“Follow the Great Magician!”
Scattering the enemy soldiers.
It was clearly sorcery.
Being able to cast that much without rest could only be done by a Great Magician.
Rayos became a symbol for the friendly army,
bringing victory to them.
“We’re almost at the enemy’s stronghold!”
“Ooooh!!”
“We’ll follow too!!”
