195 is my grandson
***[Marquis Hoven, grandfather]***
As the distance grew closer, many of the steppe tribes changed their weapons to axes instead of arrows.
The young captain of the steppe race immediately ran towards Marquis Hoven.
Without giving a glance to the others, he runs straight toward Marquis Hoven.
It must be because the author also knows that the Marquis Hoven is the captain of this side.
The steppe warriors next to them immediately caught up with the young captain.
‘As expected, he’s an important person.’
After one or two bumps, he intended to flee toward the castle.
‘but.’
Oh, I figured it out.
The face of the young leader of the grassland tribes looks exceptionally large.
Perhaps… with this one hit, he will die.
The intuition that had helped him up until now whispered that.
The moment the enemy looks exceptionally large, the victory or defeat is decided.
Giving up an arm won’t end it.
‘joy.’
Alright then, I’ll lure him out even if he’s coming.
To prevent falling even if he lost consciousness, Marquis Hoven wrapped the reins around his arm.
If he can turn the reins back at the last moment, the beloved horse, who has shared his joys and sorrows for a long time, will understand his will.
It will definitely run towards the wall.
You don’t have to go all the way.
As long as the arrow reached the wall, that was enough.
“Please, friend.”
After whispering to his horse, Marquis Hoven raised his sword towards the plains tribe leader who had approached right in front of him.
The sword and ax collided with a bang.
At that moment, another ax caught Marquis Hoven’s eye.
It was not in the hands of this young captain until a while ago.
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Did the warrior next to him throw it?
The young captain raised another ax into the air and struck it at Marquis Hoven.
oh die Before he loses consciousness, he must give the Rottweiler a signal quickly.
The Marquis Hoven grabbed the reins.
The ax was coming down like lightning at his head.
But just before the ax blade hit my head, something flew.
The ax bounced off with a sharp sound, and if you noticed, a long arrow was lodged in the young captain’s neck.
“what!”
Unknowingly, he looked in the direction the arrow might have come from.
But nothing is visible.
who and where?
It seems that Marquis Hoven was not the only one who was dumbfounded by the question.
The short moment the arrow was pierced, it was very brief, but the area around it became quiet.
As the body of the young leader of the steppe tribe slowly collapses, the frozen, stiff air around it moves again.
Several steppe warriors next to the young captain shouted in anger, and finally the people around them noticed that the unknown arrow had come flying.
At that moment, a loud roar erupted from the top of the castle wall.
The distance was far, but a loud, intelligible roar spread across the battlefield like a chorus.
“Allies! Allies are here!”
“It’s the flag of the Duke of Weiss!”
“It’s a duke!”
At about the same time as he heard the sound, arrows began to fly.
Arrows pierced the foreheads, necks, and torsos of steppe warriors.
Steppe warriors panicked, but the gate was wide open.
Marquis soldiers in the castle rushed out all at once.
It seems that all the soldiers in the castle are coming out to fight.
One of the military officers near the Marquis Hoven opened the face flap of his helmet and looked into the distance.
“There! There are people far away.”
When I turned my head again, I saw soldiers running from far away.
Arrows were flying from there.
to such a long distance.
“Are you shooting from a galloping horse?”
As he casually muttered, the military officer who approached continued his words.
“It seems that way… is it true what I’m seeing? Are all the arrows shot from the galloping horse hitting right now…?”
“…”
The Marquis of Hoven was dumbfounded for a moment, but immediately came to his senses.
Turn the horse’s head toward the grassland tribe.
“We have to go after it too! If we do something wrong, our grandchildren will mark us as stupid grandfathers.”
“Marquis.”
The military officer looked at him, unable to hide his smile.
But it’s true.
Grandpa’s dignity would not stand at this rate.
“Chase them! Don’t fall behind the Duke!”
“Whoaaa!”
It seems that Marquis Hoven’s benevolent spirit was transmitted to the other soldiers and set on fire.
With loud shouts, the soldiers ran towards the steppe warriors.
Meanwhile, a steppe warrior was fleeing by mounting the corpse of their leader on a horse.
After all, that captain is an important person to the steppe tribes to the extent that he has to take his corpse.
‘hehehehe.’
A ferocious smile appeared on the Marquis Hoven’s lips.
The arrows shot by the duke’s soldiers had reduced the number of steppe tribes to a point where it was terribly bad.
The steppe tribesmen were running away without a trace.
***[Heroine Oscar]***
It was dangerous.
It was really dangerous.
No matter how high the accuracy rate is, it is useless if the arrow does not reach the target.
Normal magical power would have been insufficient.
Because my mana was so great that it was incomparable to anyone else’s, I was able to fly far without losing power.
Since I was young, I polished my bow skills and increased the amount of magic power, so it’s a shame.
“…”
Thinking back, it was really, really dangerous.
But a grandfather is also a grandfather.
I almost died, but I immediately started chasing the enemy as if there was no such crisis.
The steppe warriors were already speechless.
In addition, because we shot and killed horses and warriors, it was not uncommon for two people to mount one horse.
Because of this, the speed of the steppes is much slower than at other times.
At first, the distance between the steppe people and the marquis soldiers, which had been somewhat widened, gradually decreased.
Grandpa was chasing the steppe people, shouting as if he could hear it far away.
In an instant, he overtakes the other soldiers and gets close to the fleeing enemy.
When a mouse is cornered, it bites the cat, but it got too attached.
A few of the steppe tribes who were running in front quickly changed direction and turned back.
For the sake of the other warriors, it seems that the marquis soldier will be held back.
‘I asked you to be careful several times.’
My heart skipped a beat because I had seen my grandfather nearly die a moment ago.
“What should I do!”
The magician who was running next to me saw my expression and asked in a loud voice.
“I have to widen the distance between the Marquis family and the steppe tribes. I think we’ve come too close. If we make a mistake, everyone will risk death and try to fight.”
“All right!”
“yep!”
The magicians answered and immediately aimed their arrows.
“center!”
“Right 5!”
“Left 7!”
To prevent their arrows from overlapping each other, the magical soldiers shouted out which target they were aiming for.
I also put an arrow on the protest.
Several arrows fly almost simultaneously and pierce the steppes.
The grassland people who were being chased right in front of the marquis ran away with the horse, and there was an empty space for a moment.
Loud cheers broke out among the marquis soldiers.
“what!”
“It’s strange.”
“The marquis soldiers have become very fast.”
The magicians shouted in bewilderment.
I was also perplexed.
The marquis soldiers were catching up with the steppe tribes at an incomparably faster speed than before.
The gap that had widened a little quickly closed.
The lord, who had followed me as a counselor and assistant, watched us quietly and laughed.
“That’s what it means to ride the momentum. On the battlefield, you don’t move only with theory or thoughts. The arrow you just shot from this side just fanned the burning house.”
“…”
The old lord continued by riding his horse side by side.
“It seems that the Duke was worried about the Marquis Hoven, but it’s okay. If the momentum has risen to that level, it’s easy for the steppes to counterattack. No matter how they look on the outside, fear has already crept into the hearts of the steppes. I can’t even use half of my strength.”
Is it like that?
From what I’ve seen, the steppes seemed to be really evil.
My expression must have been strange.
The magicians next to them started to laugh.
Yeongju, the counselor, also smiles.
“The Marquis of Hoven is a person who enjoys such an atmosphere better than anyone. Don’t worry. He’s a man with thick bones on the battlefield. The Marquis knows when to step out and when to back down.”
Still, I couldn’t let go of my mind, and I ran my horse while staring at the movements of my grandfather and the steppe warriors.
As we got closer to the castle, the marquis soldiers who had been following the steppes like mad and fighting slowly began to slow down their pursuit.
Grandpa’s voice boomed over the corpse.
“Stop! Stop! Let the rest escape!”
The number of steppe tribes that survived must be about ten.
One of them was putting the body on his horse.
‘Is he the son of the silver moon chief?’
I think the guy I killed earlier was the chief’s son.
The sight of the steppe people running away went away in an instant.
The soldiers of the Marquis family turned their heads while raising loud cheers.
He rides a horse towards this side.
“…”
A magician next to him muttered.
“Wow, that’s kind of scary. Those faces.”
“I think they’re coming to attack us.”
“You don’t think we are enemies, do we?”
I’m sorry, but I feel that way too.
I’m sure my grandfather wouldn’t recognize my face, but for some reason, the armor covered in blood and the figure holding the sword seemed to be attacking the enemy.
“Oscaraaa!”
Grandfather shouts like a military commander who has found an enemy commander.
Before I knew it, the grandfather, who had taken off his helmet and had it on his side, was standing with bloodshot eyes.
The buttocks fell back on its own.
I feel like running away without knowing.
It’s really scary, Grandpa.
Unable to escape, I smiled awkwardly.
Yeongju, the counselor, smiles.
“I peed on the first battlefield. Some of them pooped.”
“…”
didn’t pee
I just took off my ass a little bit.
“My grandson!”
My grandfather screamed in a fit of rage and ran closer to me and hugged me.
While riding on the back of a horse, the armor collided with each other.
There was a clicking sound and my body tingled.
Perhaps because he was excited, his grandfather’s voice rang out exceptionally loud.
“Good job! Really good job!”
Bang-tang, the strength of the grandfather hitting my back is amazing.
I forced a smile as I swayed as if I would fall off my horse.
“thank you.”
The grandfather made eye contact with the counselor, Yeongju, then laughed loudly and raised his hand.
Excited soldiers roar loudly.
I don’t know why, but even the duke’s family and soldiers were raising their fists to the sky with strong eyes.
shout together
Is this what riding the atmosphere is like?
It also reminds me of my feelings a little.
It felt like boiling blood.
I knew in my head that the morale of the soldiers was very important, but the feeling I felt on the field was a little different from what I thought.
It is intense and exciting beyond words.
It’s like being a rodeo player swaying wildly on the back of a live cow.
‘Gisera…’
In the roar that continued to shake the ground, I fell into the illusion of realizing something great.
I feel like I can get my hands on something, but I have a strange feeling that I can’t.
After looking down at my palms for a while, I suddenly came to my senses, and my grandfather and the lord, the counselor, were laughing as if they knew what was going on in my head.
***[Chief of Silvermoon]***
The son seems to be sweeping the nearby village recklessly.
At first, it was not far from the main force as ordered, but as the number of victories piled up, the range gradually widened.
Not only the small village, but also the castle was touched.
The people of the Kingdom are so underestimating that they are weak.
‘Tsk tsk.’
The Silvermoon Chief clicked his tongue inwardly.
Half of the warriors he gave to his son were from other tribes.
I couldn’t take too many Silvermoon Warriors out of the main unit.
Besides, if the warriors of other tribes watched their son’s achievements, rumors would spread, so he thought it better to do so.
However, there are not many warriors in the plains, and each warrior is precious to protect their tribe.
Some tribes came to complain about it, perhaps because they were dissatisfied because they feared that the warriors would be in danger because they were too far away from the main force.
The Silvermoon Chief nodded broadly.
“Okay. When I come back this time, I’ll tell you so this won’t happen again.”
A few complained a few more words, but when the Silvermoon Chief spoke again, they were forced to shut up.
Then it got noisy outside.
It feels strange for some reason.
The Silvermoon Chief turned to leave, but the warrior he had sent with his son ran inside.
“Chief!”
His face was a mess of tears and blood.
The blood seems to rush down from the head.
He knelt on the floor and howled as if his subordinate were collapsing.
“Annihilated… Annihilated.”
what.
I muttered words that did not come out as a sound, but the 15th son came inside holding something tightly.
It was the corpse of the first, limp, in the arms of his son.