Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 366

366 – Guns – 1

Dorgon, who appeared like the wind, went to art when he went. The problem is that the art is the art of the abyss that only works in hell, but the raid of over 10,000 nomads was enough to turn the Sarei Front into hell.

Of course, the time that nomads were active on the front was short. However, the results were unmatched, perhaps because they went through a concentrated game in a short period of time. How terrible it must have been to fight the horses that trampled on the soldiers and the nomads who swung their swords and shot arrows on top of them.

“Put the wire back.”

It was to the extent that the family head made such a decision. However, this is not simply because the damage of allies is high. The real problem isn’t the troops that can be replenished on other fronts, it’s the f*cking terrain.

To be honest, most of the north is a terrain that is far from defense, but the area of the Sarei tribe was particularly severe. The Sarei tribe was not a tribe that had to worry about attacks from other tribes, but rather a tribe that beat their opponents. Rather than a terrain that is advantageous for defense, the terrain that is easy to expand is used as a territory.

“There will be no skirmishes like before. The offensive will continue with Dorgon at the forefront.”

Other staff agreed with that statement. Against the hundreds or thousands of nomads, the Empire was able to widen the front line little by little, but since Khan appeared with an army of over 10,000, he had to switch to the defensive. If you annihilate the legion unit after doing nothing like before, you will have no face to see the emperor.

It is a little subtle to defend from the position of an expedition, but we are fighting a moving army, not fortresses and castles anyway. If we can subdue Dorgon and his forces even if the occupied area is minimal, even if the front lines are turned back, we will win.

“There is a river in the south, so we use that as our front line.”

It is bittersweet to make the river that crossed the river into a wall again, but it can’t be helped.

I’d rather cross the river twice, and be beaten twice by Dorgon on the plains won’t end bitterly.

“The Inspector General.”

“Yes, Marshal.”

I hurriedly responded to the sudden call of the family head.

“Thanks to the Inspector General, this work and many soldiers were able to escape from the knife of weightlifting. As a frontline commander, I express my gratitude again.”

Since the other staff members are also watching, the family head speaks from a completely public standpoint. However, unlike the hard words, the voice was subtly soft.

“That’s too much praise.”

That’s why I smiled slightly and lowered my head.

This battle is a battle without achievement, but I was able to protect the life of the householder, so I can return to the headquarters with peace of mind.

The fighting on the Saray Front left the Empire behind the battle line and missed the war objective, Khan’s head. Looking at the result, the battle was one-sidedly costly for the empire.

However, looking at the flow after that, it was a battle that benefited the empire.

“The tribes that remained neutral until the end surrendered en masse.”

Jeon Seung-gong nodded at the staff member’s report.

Dorgon’s direct offensive. This was a situation in which the anti-Imperial camp united and stabbed the Imperial Army in the stomach, but on the other hand, Dorgon said, ‘These are all my forces.’ It’s like declaring that

A tribe that didn’t show up in the midst of Khan’s own massive offensive? The word neutral can no longer be used. It is a tribe that disagrees with Dorgon, who is clearly the khan—and to disagree with the khan in a time of war means to stand with the Empire.

‘If you don’t want to die, you should join us.’

From that day on, the conflicting tribes in the name of neutrality threw out the neutral label and started a large-scale escape. He didn’t hate the empire except for looking at his liver, but it was a natural thing to do since he would have been angry with the khan for not daring to join his parents’ house.

It’s a natural thing to do, but…

‘Bad things.’

Apart from the obvious, I can’t hide my complex and subtle feelings. Even before the great escape of these neutral tribes, the nomads had many reasons to surrender to the Empire, such as the Caitana tribe’s puppetry or the Barandiga tribe’s joining.

Nevertheless, he struggled until the end and finally surrendered. I don’t know if I couldn’t bow my head to the empire as a nomad, or if it was a simple choice disorder.

‘It’s unfortunate.’

Of course, what is unfortunate is not the empire, but the tribes that surrendered at the end. Isn’t the dilemma experienced by those who surrendered late is that they joined what is often called a ‘less unfortunate situation’.

It’s not like Kaitana’s head was pierced from the beginning of the war, and it’s not as symbolic as Barandiga’s, so there’s no need to take it seriously. It’s a fact that the Empire knows very well that they surrendered in the first place because they had no choice anymore. If you guys don’t surrender to us, where are you going?

Lack of position due to joining too late. For latecomers, this is a truly horrifying reality.

“They expressed their desire to contribute their strength to fighting evil. They said that since they are accustomed to activities in the grassland, it would be helpful—”

And to overcome that reality, the latecomers began active courtship activities.

Until now, the Surrender tribes had not joined in direct combat. For the sake of security, towards the tribes, ‘the nerds also fight.’ If you say that, it is obvious that there will be a stir, and we are also anxious to leave our backs to those who were enemies before. It was just about reducing the size of the enemy.

However, there is no such thing for latecomers who have to somehow prove their worth.

“This is a courageous resolution indeed. I will meet with them myself, so make arrangements.”

“Yes, sir.”

Because Jeon Seung-gong knew that, he summoned the last tribal chiefs who surrendered.

Since Dorgon is in full swing, it is important to secure cavalry power to counter him, and if this request is rejected, the latecomers will be anxious in a different way. I don’t know if this analogy is correct, but I don’t know if it feels like being put on standby in a situation where a promotion has been missed.

‘I’ll give a title to someone who fights well.’

It would be good for the empire if there is a precedent that no matter how late the head is driven, if the ball is built, it will be served.

***

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been here. It’s the first time since the end of the war, so it’s been almost 3 years?

There were many opportunities to come in 3 years, but I didn’t even come close to it just in case. Even the Empire knows that this place is special to me. Isn’t it tiring to be caught wandering around for nothing?

“So I’m finally greeting you.”

Inadvertently, I muttered a greeting that no one would listen to. Darshan was nearby, but he’s been acting like he’s blind and deaf from the moment I came here, so I’ll have to get rid of him.

Anyway, he is a guy with excessive loyalty.

‘Was I like that too?’

Suddenly, I had an idea. I wondered if I was no different from Darshan in his eyes. He said that if he said he was going anywhere, he would definitely accompany me because it was dangerous to be alone. Despite the fact that there is no existence that could endanger him even after searching the entire continent as well as this north.

I couldn’t help him when he was really in danger. He wasn’t there when he needed someone by his side.

‘It’s pitiful.’

Thanks to that, he had thoughts of killing himself several times a day. What would a servant who could not protect his master, an heir to a ruined country, live alone?

Nevertheless, the reason I continue to lead a miserable life is that there are still things I can do at my age. No, maybe that’s what you want to think.

‘It doesn’t matter either way now.’

I walked quietly and looked around. A place where traces of battle can still be seen even though three years have already passed, a place where the consensus of the north has been broken.

And the place where he died.

“I met him.”

He knelt down and touched the ground. I know it’s meaningless. However, I couldn’t bear to stay still thinking that this was the place where he last stood.

“The one who couldn’t kill Tala, Zairug, or Eli has returned to the North.”

When I actually said it, I laughed. Tala, who was the vanguard, Zyrug, whose ability he recognized, and Eli, the greatest shaman in the north, were either killed by him himself or contributed to their deaths. A baby without a monster.

Indeed, I also faced such a monster several times and survived in the end. To him, I must be a monster.

“But it’s strange. When he found out he had come to the north, he felt more relieved than angry or helpless.”

He probably wondered if he wouldn’t have been angry if he hadn’t come.

“It was a long bad relationship. I fought for 2 years and waited for 3 years. Now I can sort out the bad relationship that has been going on and put an end to everything.”

The laughter broke out again. Tough bastard, what the hell happened to me in my previous life? Unless it’s a moderate grudge, there’s no way it’s rooted in my life for five years.

Still, I don’t hold grudges. I’ll be showing off a splendid presence in his life. Since he and the others are dead, I am his only opponent.

I secretly took out the spellbook from my chest. An item made by the most outstanding shaman who shares my will with all his might.

‘The last should be decorated like the last.’

This is a product made for that purpose. I may be stubborn and complain, but I believe you will like it too.

“You turned red because you ate your father’s blood.”

“Congratulations. Abby is dead, but her father’s blood is with this sword, so this sword must be the same as Abby. Her family is reunited after a long time.”

“Ah, come to think of it, I could be called your grandfather who takes care of your father.”

‘Hmm.’

When I remembered what he had said, my will to fight surged again.

He thought he had gotten used to it in 2 years, but after that, he didn’t listen to it for 3 years, so his immunity seems to have declined. It’s a pity.

‘Damn it.’

It will take some time to get used to it again.

I don’t know if getting used to it comes first or dying first.