205. Tap, tap, tap sometimes (2)
“Bake bread!”
Martai’s general Olf had no intention of giving poor black bread, water mixed with sour wine, musty-smelling beef jerky, and fruit as supplies.
There were several battalion commanders with outstanding talent under him, and one of them moved the unit he had raised himself.
It was the so-called fire pit unit.
“Pile up the stones and put mud in the gaps.”
Fire pit unit, as the name suggests.
After setting up a supply base, they built an oven there and baked bread.
In some ways, it was half-crazy, but General Olf knew that eating was more important than anything else.
And now, it was the perfect battlefield to use those fire pit units.
The conditions for using the oven unit were limited.
It cannot be used in short-term warfare, and is meaningless in advance warfare.
However, the moment a siege war, or even a long-term war, began, the furnace unit was bound to shine.
Above all, isn’t it an established fact that a well-fed soldier fights well?
This was what famous military experts said in unison. Olf faithfully followed those words.
Just like that, Martai’s oven unit began to smoke.
Add firewood, burn it, mix the brought flour with water, and start making dough.
In less than a day, the fragrant smell spread everywhere.
“Well, eat well! How many Mangonels? “You don’t need anything like that!”
Olf personally walked among the soldiers and encouraged them.
“Who are we!”
“The Lion of the East!”
The response from the soldiers was great. Martai’s morale was not broken.
There was some merit to the commander taking action, but the important thing was the bread.
Some of the soldiers who baked bread were famous in Martai for their good taste.
When we returned to the actual city, there were several people who would continue to run the bakery.
Martai had a large wheat field to the east of the city, and the quality of Martai wheat was considered to be one of the best.
The rainfall was adequate, and above all, the wheat fields of Martai had been called the fields of blood decades ago, that is, the site of several battles.
It is said that it has become fertile land because there are so many dead bodies and animals down there.
Of course, the place has changed since the hands of those who were once obsessed with farming, but it has not changed in that it is a land with a history that has continued since the past.
Martai, which cultivated wheat for a long time based on its fertility, has long had good-tasting bread, and has also developed a variety of foods using wheat flour.
There is a saying that what you eat determines your status, and in the Central Continent, white bread was also a symbol of wealth.
But Martai was different.
Abundant wheat production made white bread a daily food.
Since its history spanned more than 30 years, there were bound to be people called artisans among those who baked bread.
Some of them went to the central capital and opened bakeries.
It was that kind of bread. A food that is one of Martai’s pride.
Olf returned to base and was checking his future plans when he received an urgent call.
It seemed rainy.
“The supply base has been hit.”
“damage?”
From Martai’s perspective, the most important thing right now was, of course, supply.
What good would it be if they starved themselves after a siege?
Naturally, the commander-in-chief of Martai, called General, assigned the person I trusted the most to the supply unit.
A total of four people, including the three battalion commanders and the guard commander, were the people that General Olf trusted the most and could not be called commanders or generals.
Olf entrusted the supply unit to the 2nd Battalion Commander, who was the most quick-thinking and quick-witted among them.
He was not the type of person to do anything in vain.
The messenger was sweating profusely.
“Explain in detail!”
Olf spoke fiercely, and the messenger swallowed his saliva and continued.
“A black leopard and two enemy soldiers came and stole the baked bread from the oven and set fire to several tents.”
“These idiots?”
Olf was as angry as the fire in the tent.
Why not?
We knew that the supply route was important, so we diverted some of our power to it.
Moreover, the enemy was trapped. The guys who get out of there and attack me, how great are they?
The ones who destroyed the mangonel before?
If it came out, it would have been a welcome surprise.
As fire poured out of the commander’s eyes during the attack last night, the messenger could no longer speak.
‘Jimmer, you bastard, you didn’t get hit while you were distracted, right?’
The 2nd Battalion Commander’s name was Zimmer. He is intelligent, quick-witted, and a meticulous subordinate who does not make mistakes easily.
By the way, why didn’t the report come directly?
“What about Zimmer?”
The messenger who heard the name of the 2nd Battalion Commander responded immediately.
“You said you were going after the guy who attacked.”
Hearing the messenger’s words, Olf exhaled a few times and said, ‘Whoa.’
“Strengthen security! “If you do it one more time, I won’t forgive you.”
Originally, a commander who lost a battle could be forgiven, but a commander who was lax on guard could not be forgiven.
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Encred easily robbed the supply base.
It literally means ‘easily.’
“Shall we go?”
“Let’s do that.”
There was nothing difficult. Smoke billowed above their heads as if they were doing something, and there were many tents lined up.
The security forces were numerous and there were no gaps, but that was not the problem.
“Crung.”
Esther came first.
The leopard ran, followed by Encred and Rem.
Esther’s body seemed lighter than usual.
With a single swing of the front foot, the enemy soldier’s shin was cut in half, and the enemies’ eyes quickly turned at the light movement of hitting the head with the tail.
“It’s an attack!”
There was no need to drag it out for a long time. After En Creed took down the head of Duot, the bastard who was running at me, a fragrant scent filled his nose amidst the bloody smell.
In fact, the fragrant scent had been stimulating my sense of smell ever since.
While the enemy was panicking, Saxony set fire to several tents, and Encrid, along with Rem, picked up some bread and threw it away.
When I came back, I deliberately went through the forest.
If the opponent chased after him on horseback, there was no answer. These are the guys who use their feet to chase after them, and it wasn’t even a problem to ostracize them.
There was a marked difference in physical strength.
After running for hours without stopping, I couldn’t see the guys chasing me.
“You should have just cut it all up and come back.”
Rem clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed. Encred shook his head at those words.
“This is adequate.”
That’s how they came back and distributed bread.
“He said I could report it the next day.”
On the way back, the guard spoke first. Marcus, the battalion commander took the first step.
Encred, Rem, and Saxony got enough sleep and woke up well-rested.
It was a very hot and bright sunny morning, the third day of the battlefield.
The summer sun started very early, so Encred came in after finishing his morning training in the sunlight.
“The bread tastes amazing, doesn’t it?”
Kreis was once again impressed.
Well, it was delicious.
“Eat in moderation.”
Encred patted Krys on the back of the head and went to the battalion commander to report.
I saw something boiling in a pot right under the castle wall.
The commanders were all around the bubbling stew.
Because he hadn’t fought a single battle yet, his armor was clean.
In contrast, there was blood on Encred’s armor. Even though I wiped it, the stain still remained.
“So, you came after checking the supply base?”
Marcus asked, sitting on a backless wooden chair.
“While I was there, I also set a fire.”
“Right.”
Marcus just nodded, and the fairy company commander next to him muttered, ‘Is it a hobby or a specialty?’
I’m talking about setting fire.
Encred already thought that setting fires had become a habit, but what could be better than setting fires to damage a supply base?
“Would you like a bowl?”
The 1st Company Commander suggested, holding up a ladle of stew. The smell was pretty good.
“Who cooked it?”
While Encred was speaking, the frontier guard personally brought a chair.
It was a backless wooden chair like the battalion commander’s.
As I sat down and smelled the stew, it seemed to be twice as delicious if I dipped the bread into it.
“for a moment.”
Encred came back carrying the bread he had stolen along the way.
The baguette was hard on the outside and soft on the inside, but it was savory and crispy as if it had been baked properly.
“this.”
Let’s split the baguette they gave us and dip it in the stew.
“Well, that’s great.”
The 1st Company Commander spoke with rare flushed cheeks.
Did you say this author reveals what he eats?
It was the same thing that Kreis said.
Encred also tasted it. It was delicious.
Wow.
The outside of the bread felt hard, but the moment I chewed it, it broke apart softly, and the white flesh inside mixed with saliva.
Meanwhile, the oily stew swirled around my mouth.
It tasted really great.
“So, were you very determined and prepared?”
“After being isolated, I am full of thoughts of stopping and killing him. “They made an oven and even baked bread.”
“Olf, this bastard seems to be worthy of his reputation as a warmonger.”
Marcus said, raising his eyebrows. Anyone could see that he looked confident.
The opponent’s power is still superior.
Cavalry, and even enough space to set up a fire pit.
Nevertheless, Marcus does not lose his composure. Encred now knew what Marcus believed.
It may be hard to say that I was repaying his trust, but I was going to do what I had to do.
If you don’t step up, you won’t be able to protect seasoned beef jerky or orange marmalade.
Because eating is important.
Even now, everyone was busy eating in silence.
That’s how you eat cider. Two nobles approached.
The clothes are really clean too.
It was as neat as the commanders’ armor.
Among the nobles who approached, one whose forehead was noticeably wider than the others spoke.
“Have you thought about peace?”
After that, a relatively young author also spoke.
“The difference in power is so severe that you can see it with your eyes, so if you can somehow resolve it with words… … .”
Usually, most of the nobles in the Border Guard were those who had bought or sold titles, or those who had lost their ancestral status and remained as baronets.
Would a high-ranking noble come here just to have something to eat?
But now things are a little different.
Once the country is stabilized, some count or viscount may try their hand at this place.
Before that, Viscount Bantra and a nobleman were trying to get their hands on it.
Encred didn’t know anything about politics and didn’t want to know about it, but thanks to Cryce, he learned the basics.
That damn chatter is so true.
Actually, I wondered if that was important.
If it attacked, it would have been easy to defeat it.
Actual fighting, swords, fighting, battles, battlefields.
Those things made Encred feel a strange sense of joy.
‘I think I have terrible taste, too.’
Why does my heart beat during battles and fights?
No, I wanted to become a knight because I wanted and envied those things from the beginning.
I didn’t dream it with any great meaning. It started like that. It all started with just imagining myself running through the battlefield.
After a moment of thought.
Marcus looked at the two nobles and chuckled.
“why? Since the city is showing signs of growing, do you think you will become something too? So, rather than fighting with the Martai, they made peace, and they were at the center of that peace. Do you want to say that?”
Is that so? Encred sighed. But if Kreiss had seen it, he would have nodded inwardly.
If nothing else, Marcus had excellent political sense. He had hit the point.
“Shut up and go in. “If you don’t want to be fooled, just say thank you to the named hero here.”
Although he is now a company commander, he was originally just a soldier.
Moreover, he was from a rural village and served in the military just to get a quick meal.
The nobles never bowed their heads to Encred.
The hero of the soldiers was not the hero of the nobility.
“Hmm, I said it.”
“It was a suggestion, a suggestion. “A proposal made because the opposing force seemed dangerous.”
The two nobles were talking nonsense, and Marcus was waving his hands.
After the two left, Marcus picked up a wooden bowl, slurped down some stew, and then opened his mouth.
“These are bastards I just want to cut down. Isn’t that right?”
This was what I said while looking at Encred.
“Killing a nobleman is a capital crime.”
When Encred answered, Marcus continued in a disgruntled manner.
“I think I could challenge him to a duel and kill him by mistake.”
“Who will accept the captain’s challenge to a duel? “They will appoint a representative.”
This was the 1st Company Commander’s answer.
“That’s what they say.”
Hearing those words, Encred raised a question that arose in a moment.
“What does it mean to be a named hero?”
“It was cool. “Independent company commander.”
Marcus gave a thumbs up instead of answering.
“I plan to imitate it later.”
The 1st company commander joined in from the side.
The frontier guard simply nodded.
Encred had no shame in what he did out of excitement.
However, I just thought that these people were just a little bit, really a very small amount of obnoxious people.
“So, what do you plan on doing next?”
I was in the process of eating it all. Marcus asked me as I was getting up.
“I plan to visit a few more times.”
“How many more times?”
It was an unexpected blow for the first time, but it would not be the second. We will prepare.
No matter how much Encred flies and crawls, no matter how crazy Rem goes with his axe, he cannot survive if he is surrounded.
“There’s something tickling me.”
Encred answered. These were not empty words. When they hit the supply base, on the way back after setting fire to several tents, Encred felt something strange.
It is the realm of sixth sense and intuition.
‘Crona was like a hidden king.’
It’s like watching Kreis when he steals a few fairy tales.
So, I thought the other person was hiding something more.
I wanted to check that out.
So I decided on a name for the operation.
It’s called the ‘tuk-tuk-tak-tak’ operation.
‘Tap’, and when you see an opportunity, ‘tap’. This was the gist of the operation.
The basic framework was drawn up by Encred, and details were supplemented by Kreis.
Let’s return to the barracks and discuss with Kreis when to go and where to hit.
“Then let’s go when the sun rises this time.”
Kreis said. He spoke in a calm tone, but if someone who knew even a little bit about the art of war had heard it, it would have been an opinion that was astounding.
But Encred thought it was reasonable.
Previously, they attacked at night, so this time they decided to try it in broad daylight. It seemed okay.
“That sounds fun. “Brother.”
Audin, who heard the operation, responded.
The core of this operation was ‘Gomtaengi’.
fantasy,
