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The outcome was practically decided with the first blow.
We lost more than ten percent of our forces with the initial attack.
If you think about it rationally, the only option left is to retreat.
Their initial charge was thwarted, causing confusion, then they were hit by a flank attack led by General Kytesβ cavalry, followed by an assault from the infantry as they started to scatter.
In terms of both position and momentum, a turnaround from here is impossible.
If I were the commander, I would issue an order for a full retreat without any shame or concern for appearances.
Without any calculation, just βRun!β
But the Royal Army does not flee.
Despite the desperate situation, they are still stubbornly resisting.
βThis is badβ¦ thisβ¦β
βWhat is it, Mother Nel?β
Miliaria tilts her head at my muttering.
Anyone can see that we have the advantage, so she must be questioning my words.
βTheyβre not running away. What do you think?β
βHuh? Now that you mention it, it is strange, isnβt it?β
Turning the tide of battle from here is nearly impossible.
Even if I were commanding the Royal Army, I wouldnβt be able to come up with anything. So, the only option is to run.
If you donβt like the term βrun,β you can say βretreat and regroup,β or βreorganize your forces,β or whatever you like.
If they continue to fight like this, they will simply be annihilated.
βCould they beβ¦ buying time?β
βI doubt it. If they had allies who could come to their aid, they should have joined forces with them and fought.β
Even if they stagger their attacks, they will only become targets for defeat in detail.
I canβt believe that the commander of the Royal Army doesnβt understand that much.
βIn that caseβ¦β
βTo my eyes, it looks like theyβre aiming for a mutual destruction. Like a ghost trying to drag us down to the depths of hell.β
βNo wayβ¦β
Miliaria shakes her head, but the sharp-witted girl must have realized the possibility.
She looks pale.
The number of allies fighting in the previous battle was ninety. The enemy was over two hundred. Even if it takes two of them to take down one of us, there will still be more than twenty of them left.
βA war of attritionβ¦β
Miliariaβs voice is hoarse.
This is the worst-case scenario. Both the enemy and our side will suffer heavy losses.
This is the situation that we, the strategists, or the so-called staff officers, try to avoid the most.
Itβs correct in terms of strategic calculation. Thinking about how many of our own need to be sacrificed to take down one enemy.
βMother Nel. We have to do something.β
βThereβs nothing we can do.β
I shook my head.
All our forces have been deployed.
We donβt have anything as luxurious as reserve troops.
The only ones here now are thirteen wizards and monks, plus me and Meg. With only two of us capable of close combat, thereβs nothing we can do.
βIf only we had more soldiersβ¦ fiftyβ¦ no, even thirty would doβ¦β
I let out a complaint that lacks any sense of reality.
Just then.
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βGood news, Vice Commander Nel! Exactly thirty of them have just arrived!β
A voice echoed.
A group burst onto the battlefield with a torrent of momentum.
The flag they were waving depicted a grim reaperβs scythe.
Itβs the emblem of the mid-tier adventurer clan, the Undertakers.
βVice Commander Nel! Weβve come to help!β
βWeβve been running without sleep, so everyoneβs high. We canβt follow complex instructions.β
βYou guysβ¦β
Joshua and Nicole.
Former members of the Gold-lined Butterflies, comrades who shared the same hardships.
βIt feels good to owe a favor to the up-and-coming Hope.β
The black-haired swordsman who showed a grin was Nazar, the leader of the Undertakers.
I donβt know the circumstances, but it seems the Undertakers have come to our aid.
Weβre saved.
Truly saved.
With this many troops.
βNow, give us your orders, strategist.β
At Nazarβs words, I nodded and pointed to a spot with my longsword.
βCharge and trample them.β
Itβs an extremely simple order.
βOK! Guys! Letβs roar!β
[Woahhhhh!!]
With a shout, the Undertakers charged.
βEveryone! Reinforcements have arrived!β
At Asukaβs quick notice, our allies, who had been weary of the endless war of attrition, were revitalized.
If we achieve a great feat here, the majority will be decided at once.
Thatβs the situation.
βAsuka, doesnβt that look like a commander?β
While defeating the kingdomβs soldiers one after another with sword and magic, Salieri points out in a silly voice.
Sheβs incredibly strong and has no hesitation in killing Lintrite people, so her achievements stand out.
The only ones who are doing as well are General Kytes and Asuka.
βThat guy!β
βWeβll take care of this.β
βThank you!β
The hero runs down the path opened by the brave.
Heading straight for the Royal Armyβs commander.
Mowing down the enemy soldiers who stand in his way as if they were grass.
βCaptain-like person! Iβll take your head!β
βYou cheeky little girl! Iβll strike you down!β
Asuka skillfully dodges the spear thrust at high speed from horseback.
Twice, three times.
On the fourth thrust, it seemed to finally pierce her body.
βToo bad!β
The spear tip gouges the ground, and Asukaβs body, which had dodged with a forward somersault, was standing on the spear.
The knight is surprised by the unexpected situation.
He canβt let go of the spear in a split second.
As it is, she runs up the enemyβs weapon and jumps, her sword flashing as she spins sideways.
With a look of astonishment on his face, the commanderβs head flew through the air.
βCaptain-like person! Iβve taken him down!!β
The red-haired hero who caught it in mid-air proudly holds it up.
The allies all let out a war cry at once.
βGood. Weβve won.β
I, who had been watching Asukaβs feat from afar, clenched my fist slightly.