Otherworld Nation Founding Chronicles

Chapter 30

TL:Killerpants

It is about the same time that the armies of Almis and King Ferme clashed.

There was another battle going on near the border of King Ferme and Rosaith's country.

“Well, the enemy’s morale seems to be high …… Maybe cutting the supply of grains and starving the soldiers if they don’t fight well could be the reason. Its troublesome!” Bartolo sighs.

"How much is the strength of the enemy?"

"It is 300 which includes about 50 light infantries and no signs of a cavalry."

Listening to the explanation of the magician, Bartolo nodded with satisfaction. We have 100 more men than them.

We will win if we fight normally.

However, in the previous battle we lost while having double the number of forces … … that was just the last commander was incompetent.

Bartolo is not incompetent.

"It is troubling for the cavalry. What is that formation?"

"It is a typical phalanx formation, the elite including the enemy commander seems to be on the right side"

"Well, it's the same as the last battle, it's brave to fight the commanders themselves with the most dangerous right side."

Bartolo drinks his alcohol one last time .

Phalanx formation has a shield on the left hand, defending themselves from the left side with a shield.

Therefore, the right side which is not protected with a shield becomes unprotected.

So it is basic tactics to place the elite on the right side.

Commander of the kingdom of Ferme is a very bravely man, he wields his spear on the right side.

In the last battle, the commander was defeated by right side of the enemy who fought by fighting through the left side and turning to our side as our side was kept in hold by those shields on the left side.

By the way Bartolo does not feel like fighting in such a dangerous place.

By far the safest place to drink will be the place to take command at while watching over everything.

That person can see the whole battle from behind.

"Good, the strategy is, all the armies to advance from the left towards you. I am winning in numbers. If the strategy succeeds we will definitely win. "

Bartolo laughs while grinning.

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"What is the formation of the enemy?"

"It strangely seems to concentrated on the left side."

The magician that had just placed his soul inside the hawk explains to the commander of the king of Ferme.

"Perhaps he was discouraged in the last battle, before the enemy lost because we annihilated the left side of the enemy. It is wary of it. All of them are stupid. The weakest point, would be meaningless if the right side is neglected. "

The commander says as amazed.

"So, is the enemy's commander on the left?"

"It seems to be behind, I confirmed that he is drinking right now."

The commander burst out laughing at the explanation of the sorcerer.

"Before the battle it is quite dangerous to drink. And staying at the back? Coward! The king of Rosaith is really poor. Well, I will stop the strategy of inviting the enemy into our territory little by little, instead let’s just break this by force!"

Everyone believed this to be an easy victory for the king of Ferme.

"Come now, let's go to victory for King Ferme!" Commander

held a spear in his hand and moved into action.

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Battle begins with a light infantry …… attack by archers and spears.

And since that is over, the decisive battle by heavy infantry is carried out.

Once the battle begins, heavy infantry cannot move as you want.

It can only kill the enemies in front of it and continue fighting until it dies. That's it.

"Come on, all troops advance"

"All army, follow me!"

Bartolo and the commander commanded the same at the same time.

The first conflict was the left side of King Rosaith and the right side of King Ferme.

Both armies collides violently.

”Die!”

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(Enemy commander POV)

The Commander wields his spear.

He is the highest ranked general in King Ferme’s country. And the soldiers directly under his command are the strongest elite unit of the king of Ferme.

I will kill Rosaith's soldiers one after another.

But … …

"Sheet, how many are the enemy numbers!!"

The Commander begins to get impatient.

Killing after killing, the soldiers in the back row fill up the hole.

There is no gap.

However, despite that, it is truly an elite unit, to be able to gradually push the army of King Rosaith.

Until this time.

"Come now, rear guard, go."

Bartolo drinking out instructions.

From the back row, the elite troops of the King of Rosaith …… elites who are supposed to protect the palace originally come out in the front row.

They were said to be defeated by Almis, but they were made to fight against Ron. By no means were they weak at all.

That was only due to the divine blessing of Almis that made Ron win.

Without a doubt they are the elite.

A soldier who reports to the commander is strong.

However, after repeatedly fighting in the battlefield, he seems to be exhausted.

Soon the commander can see his elites dying as they are pressed by the side of Rosaith’s kingdom.

The Commander might be losing right now.

But he still had some room.

That's the enemy's right side.

The enemy was concentrating on their left side foolishly, even a common soldier could tell that they must concentrate on the right side.

However, their right side was poor and was only a decoy.

Even though Rosaith’s army did not fall for it but if the left side of King Ferme’s army breaks the right wing of King Rosaith and wrap around to the side they had a chance.

The enemy commander smiled.

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"Such luck!"

Bartolo says while drinking.

And look at the right side of my country.

The right side was still alive and well. It seemed like no battle had occurred in the first place.

Bartolo ordered to concentrate the attack on the left overall. Due to their left side, the right side is significantly delayed and were not yet ready to engage the enemy.

"You do not have to fight if the right side is weak."

Bartolo laughed grinning and threw away the emptied bottle.

"Come on now"

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(Enemy commander POV)

"Fuck !! What is the left side doing!! " Commander

shouts.

But the spear of the Rosaith king's soldier attacks in reply of those words.

Desperately the commander parries it.

However, there are limits for people.

He has been fighting since the battle began.

People cannot concentrate for a long time.

The spear of the enemy strokes the commander's cheek.

Starting with that, the movements of the commander become more and more dull and cuts started to increase.

A spear cuts into the belly of the commander's officer.

A number of spears now concentrate on the commander.

"Eliminated the enemy!!"

Someone from the guard’s shouts.

Starting with that, the right side of King Ferme was overwhelmed.

Suddenly the left side of King Rosaith went around to the side, attacking the side of King Ferme from the right.

Faced with such weaknesses, the King Ferme’s army was completely destroyed.

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"Yo-ya !! This will increase the territory! I did it!"

Bartolo shot up in joy.