There was a slight haze in the air early that morning, probably due to the rising temperature, but it disappeared as the sun came up.


    "It really is a beautiful sunny day, isn''t it, Raviara?"


    "Yes, let''s win and make it even better!"


    We talked about it in the camp. Yes, it would be the worst weather if we lost.


    No enemy will come early in the morning. Well, we are ready to wait for them, but will they come?


    The terrain does not allow us to put our men in the rear and let them rush forward. I heard that the High King could take such a move, but it''s not the same as the High King''s time.


    Ortomba was probably the busiest man that day. He was checking on the soldiers waiting in front of the fence to see if they could fire their guns properly. Incidentally, the fence is also set up far in front where there are no soldiers. If you can slow down the speed of the enemy army. That makes it easier to aim with the guns.


    Then the mistletoe came into view. I''ve only left Raviara in the vicinity in anticipation of that.


    "Sightred, the Machar frontier count, has decided to cross the river and attack, including himself."


    "Okay. Thanks for calling. You''re looking a little out of breath.


    He looks more cold than cool, but I can tell he is in a hurry because we have seen each other many times.


    "I''ll be nearby, please call me if you need me.


    With that, the mistletoe disappeared.


    Well, this is going to be a big game.


    Raviara, you move to a spot where you can fire your guns more easily. The enemy will come sooner or later.


    "Yes, I''m going to kill them from the front!"


    I don''t know how the profession of archer would work with guns, but at least they serve exactly the same purpose as weapons, so I guess we''ll get by.


    And soon a low sound came from far away.


    Enemy troops are coming from the shallow part of the river. As expected of them, they seem to know where to cross the river.


    Then, as they finished crossing the river, we heard a roar like the one we heard yesterday.


    The troops who had been waiting on a small hill in the vicinity fired their guns from a height.


    I can''t tell if some of them fell, or if they were a little too far away, but it doesn''t matter either way. The real work will come much later.


    I decided to stay by Ortomba''s side and see what happened. The enemy would be aiming at me, and the bigger the target, the easier it would be for Ortomba to get to me.


    "Is it going to be possible?"


    "Visibility is good and it''s sunny, so it''s perfect. It seems to be working already.


    Already, the sound of gunfire had been heard many times. And gradually, something like screams could be heard.


    First, snipers were mainly shooting from high ground at a distance until they were able to draw in. The fear of the enemy soldiers is increased because they don''t know where they are being shot from.


    Then, when they got through the attack and approached us, we would fire our guns at them from inside the fence.


    "Come on, boys, shoot to your heart''s content!"


    I didn''t need to give the order to shoot, but I shouted it to cheer them up. By the way, I covered my ears with my hands.


    The roar was followed by a flurry of fallen enemy generals on horseback. Of course, the miscellaneous soldiers were also fired upon.


    Some of them almost stopped in their tracks in fear, but the guns opened fire on them as well.


    "What the hell is this weapon? I don''t know how to stop it!"" Don''t get too close!"


    I start to hear voices like that. The fear of being attacked by an unseen weapon is extraordinary. When we encounter the unexplainable, our thoughts are usually clouded. That''s exactly where you want to be.


    Hidden in the bushes of the hill, I could see Raviara was also sniping. He shot and killed the cavalryman at a considerable distance.


    However, the most impressive shot was Ortumba''s, who was cutting down the cavalrymen at a long distance with each shot. Perhaps because of this, there were no more enemy soldiers trying to break through the fence in front of us. This is because those who tried to force their way through the fence have all fallen.


    The enemy cavalry has completely killed their momentum.


    At that point, I win this battle.


    The only way for the enemy to win is to break through our defenses. But there is probably little offensive power left to do so.


    Their greatest enemy is fear. We cannot go into the battle with fear in our hearts.


    "Enough, has the enemy stopped attacking us? Then I''ll lead the whole army and sweep them off their feet.


    We haven''t seen the frontier count yet. Perhaps the general who had been in front of him had been killed too many times, and he was unable to go out.


    However, among the frontier counts, there is a unit that rushes toward us. The others around him were falling, but the general had not yet fallen from his horse.


    I am Tarsha Machar, sister of Sightred, Count of Machar!　Arsrod Neivre, be prepared!"


    So, the sister known for her bravery. She runs toward us, her wavy hair flowing in the air.


    Ortomba''s guns fire on the horse of the Tarsha. The horse falls, but still it leaps down and comes straight for me.


    I felt my blood rushing.


    "Don''t shoot her, you two!　I''ll deal with him myself."


    We''re going to win this war anyway. Then let''s have a little fun.


    I draw my sword and stand before the Tarsha.


    "You called my name, so I came out. Why did you come in here on a losing hand?"


    "No!　Even if we are fighting a losing battle, if we retreat at a place like this, it will be the end of our clan anyway!　Then it would be better to fight instead of turning our backs!"


    "I see. I can''t say I''m wrong.


    Machar''s sword is straight and unwavering. It is the sword of a man who would come here.


    It''s too good a sword to be an enemy.


    "It seems my profession may be that of a renowned warrior. His name is Shingen.


    Shingen?　Isn''t that the guy the High King was talking about?


    --All right, Arsrod, fight with all your might!　And win at all costs!　The High King wants to feel like he''s beaten Shingen, one on one!


    Don''t be selfish!　But of course, not fighting is not an option.


    And there is no such thing as perfect equality. She''s exhausted by the time she gets here.


    I cleave my sword to the side as hard as I can.


    And Tarsha''s sword flew off in an arc.