Just as most Korean men experience marching through the military, so did I. Rather, due to the nature of the unit, we did a lot of marching.
I did so many things that I even had a distorted mindset that I would rather go on a march after not doing my work all day. As I continued to do that, I felt like I was on a real picnic at the time of the first and last 20km march I did at my base. It was filthy difficult at the training center, but it was also the moment when I thought that humans are adaptable creatures.
The reason why I brought up the memory of the time out of the blue is not because it is more difficult, but because I am feeling with my skin how serious it is to move so many people at once that it is incomparable to that time.
about 20 thousand. More than half of them are civilians. A feast of wagons, carts, cows, and horses loaded with 50,000 items, rather than moving only with personal equipment and military equipment.
Fortunately, among the misfortunes, quite a few people took care of the elderly and weak, probably because they were united under the faith. As if it was originally going to be like that, even though they brought the wagon, there was a young lady who took the elderly and children on board, then prepared herself and walked. letting go of laughter
It was a good thing that no one was annoyed by that laugh, but it is not known how long that will last. After taking a quick glance at them, I ran towards a nearby hill that was slightly higher.
No one questioned me when they saw me breaking away from the ranks. It was just a job that most of the people on horseback did from time to time.
When I tried to climb up the hill and look down at the scene where I automatically understood why the army taught me to walk in line with fives in the name of ceremony, an unavoidable confusion crept up from within.
Day 14 of the march.
Needless to say, the speed slowed down, and I noticed those who could not match the speed in the middle due to fatigue and widened the gap.
It was a natural result. Rather, it’s amazing that they followed me so well during the two weeks of forced marching.
“I need to rest, but this.”
I can feel that the rest intervals are getting shorter, but I can’t help it. If there are only soldiers, even if they fall behind, they can take care of themselves and come after them later, but civilians are different. After making my judgment, another cavalry soldier approached me as I quickly ran toward Saint Deoni.
“Hero! It’s a report that there are dropouts from Observation Team 21!”
“Thank you for your hard work. Orders will be issued soon through the saintess, so please wait.”
The timing was good. It was also a wise choice to split the cavalry into two teams and use them as moving beacon fires. As I approached the saintess with the cavalrymen slowing down with a brief bow, she, who was diligently reading the map and making plans with the other commanders even on horseback, raised her head and responded.
“I’m sorry during the meeting. I think I’ll have to take a break soon. I heard that Observation Team 21 is also starting to have stragglers.”
“...it’s getting shorter and shorter.”
I could see that the others were thinking the same thing, just not talking. But it was a response that stemmed from worry, not complaint.
“......Why don’t we delay for a day or so?”
No one said anything because I could tell that it was just a word I had uttered after much thought, but it was impossible.
“It’s constantly slowing down. That means our schedule keeps getting longer, too. If we don’t get supplies, there’s a high chance that we’ll have a disruption in the distribution of supplies. I’m sorry for them, but we don’t have enough time to delay a full day right now. I can’t.”
The expression on the face of the saintess as she spits out the words is so pitiful.
It’s not that I didn’t know that this would happen. They already assumed and prepared as much as possible that ordinary people would not be able to move like soldiers.
It’s just that it was faster than expected. I don’t know if it’s because of the tension or the cold of winter.
The demonic spirit monsters had a very strong symbiotic relationship. Even the ogres who showed up were equipped with what could be called equipment in their own way...
[Hmm?! It smells!]
“What? What smell?”
When she lost her weapon, she threw her whole body and blew off the head of the orc who was rushing at her. Este, who had been silent during the fight, suddenly opened her mouth.
[Smell of power!]
“Power...”
My gaze naturally turned to the ogres after carefully watching the retreating orcs, the fleeing goblins, and the approaching ogres.
The only thing that can be called power is the remnants of evil spirits or divine power, but with the appearance of the ogre, he says something like that.
“You can’t believe you can feel the remnants of an evil spirit in those bastards?”
[I think so. I think you’ll find out if you stab it?]
It was an esthetic that casually talked about bloody words, but it was a weapon in its essence, so I decided to do it.
“That’s nice.”
In fact, I also liked the simple verification method.
As I rushed forward, kicking the body of the fallen orc as it was, the orcs started to wander between me and the ogre who appeared from behind. From the looks of things, it seems that goblins have pledged their lives to orcs, and orcs to ogres.
“Do some damn shit.”
It was a sight that made people laugh, but the orcs looked more serious than ever. Not surprisingly, the ogres, as if trying to prove that they didn’t particularly regard orcs as allies, were rushing at me, crushing those who stood in my way with huge sticks.
It’s just like a shrimp’s back bursting in a whale fight. As expected, the ogre twisted his face and shouted at the moment he was about to click his tongue, saying that the limits of the stone heads were clear.
“On the subject of mere prey!”
What came out of that guy’s snout was, surprisingly, a very fluent common language.
I had never heard of an ogre learning a common language, so I decided to keep the one who spoke first and kill the rest.
Of course, it didn’t matter if one or two limbs were lost, so I didn’t leave it in my hands. At the same time as the club of the one who ran ahead cut through the air, my sword swung and sent one of his thick arms flying into the air.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!”
[hmm! The taste of an evil god!]
Inwardly praising Este for clearly checking in that short moment, I grabbed the cut section and mounted it on top of the howling ogre’s shoulder, kicking it at his temple with all my might.
I already knew from experience that ogres’ skulls were hard, so the power control was perfect. As I jumped from the top of the slowly collapsing creature, I could see the ogres who were running after them eagerly following them.
Still, since I had dealt with them a few times, I could feel it just by watching them hesitating. I have a feeling that the guy I just caught is the captain.
It also meant that I didn’t need the rest, so I took out my helmet, put it on, and rushed at them.
On this day, the orcs were given two ogre heads.