𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟑: 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝟐)

A rising victory cry.

We’ve just quickly defeated a huge monster, so of course morale would rise.

“But we can’t defend against this many times, Lionel-kun.”

“There won’t be this many attacks. Unless there are swarms of wild Cyclops around.”

At Zachalant’s words, I shrug my shoulders.

From the enemy’s perspective, there’s no reason to hold back their forces. Therefore, it’s safe to assume that all the Cyclops in this area were those four.

“Neither the magic power of the Lich nor the brute strength of the Cyclops worked. This made the enemy realize that there are no tricks in sieging a castle.”

That’s a natural conclusion in a way.

Any fortress or castle is designed to be easy to defend and hard to attack.

If it could be easily captured, it would be a defective product.

In war stories, scenes where a castle is taken down by a brilliant trick are often depicted, but that’s just a story.

Reality isn’t that sweet.

“So what will the enemy do?”

“They’ll use a straightforward method. They’ll send in a large number of infantry to break the castle gate and rush in to occupy the defensive base.”

“That’s a normal method.”

Zachalant’s face is slightly disappointed.

What are you expecting from me?

Anyway, that’s why sieges are troublesome. No matter what, the attackers suffer heavy losses.

Any competent commander would want to avoid a siege as much as possible.

“But the enemy doesn’t need to consider their losses.”

“Right. Their troops are monsters.”

“Yes. It doesn’t matter if hundreds of them die.”

“That’s troublesome…”

Zachalant grits his teeth.

Even if it’s just goblins or kobolds, if they attack in the thousands, Piran Castle will fall.

In the first place, if it drags on, we won’t be able to sustain our food reserves.

“Well, it won’t drag on.”

“Why is that, Lionel-kun?”

“That’s a secret for now. It’s more appreciated when you keep it a mystery.”

“There it is! The ‘you’ll understand when the time comes’ type! That’s why I hate strategists!”

He slaps my shoulder.

Ouch, ouch.

I can’t say it at this point.

Because it’s not confirmed yet.

The people of Piran Castle begin to repair the northern gate.

It was torn apart by the Cyclops. If it’s not fixed, it won’t withstand the next attack.

But that opportunity was seized.

Goblins riding wolves charge in fiercely.

The number is probably around three hundred to three hundred and twenty.

It’s quite a large army.

The repairmen barely managed to escape into the castle, but they didn’t make it in time to seal the gate.

It stopped with a gap wide enough for about two people to pass through side by side.

The goblins rush in with strange cries.

No one in the castle thought they would invade all at once.

One by one, the goblins fall in the smoke of blood.

In the moment of their death, they must have realized. They were not invading the castle, but were dragged into the middle of a depth formation.

“Urya urya! Make way for Lady Asuka!”

Watching Asuka, who is rampaging with full energy, I let out a small smile.

She’s cutting down goblins and wolves left and right.

She looks like a hero of unparalleled bravery, but it’s simply that numerical superiority has been established.

Of course, she’s also become very strong.

Anyway, it’s not that we failed to seal the gate, we deliberately left a gap wide enough for about two people to pass through.

Of course, to defeat the enemy one by one.

If the gate had been open from the start, the enemy would have suspected a trap, but by staging it as if we were surprised by the surprise attack and couldn’t close it, we forced them to make a decision.

Using the entrance for a depth formation is a strategy that anyone could come up with, not just me.

The enemy is just goblins and wolves, and we have more numbers and a semi-encirclement of soldiers.

Asuka is also participating as a guest.

In this situation, we don’t need to consider damage much.

“Long Heal!”

The damaged Piran soldiers are healed by the priest squad led by Meisha.

But well, it’s not like there aren’t any goblins that manage to slip through the encirclement.

Taking down such guys is Meg’s job.

The moment they shout that they’ve broken through the encirclement, she sneaks up behind them and slits their throats, killing them.

From the command post, you can clearly see this scene, which is both pitiful and comical.

“The enemy will start retreating soon. Don’t get carried away and get drawn out.”

I swing my broadsword, which serves as a baton, and give instructions here and there.

It’s been a while since I’ve commanded without fighting myself.

Back in the Gold-lined Butterflies days, I used to give orders to the middle captains like this.

The vanguard that fled from the main gate merged with the main force and headed straight for the east gate.

They must have thought that attacking the north gate was a trap.

Well, it is a trap.

This is a trap. I can understand the feeling of thinking that attacking the north gate was a mistake.

But to think that places other than the trap are thinly defended is a good assumption.

When I swing my sword, the magic squad hidden on the castle wall stands up straight and reveals themselves.

Of course, Miliaria was among them.

“Magic squad! Start the attack!”

“Fire! Magic Missile!”

In response to my command, about twenty wizards fire magic bullets all at once.

Just like a carpet bombing.

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