It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Has the wind changed, or the chase wind changes across the street? and at the same time the smell of iron tickles my nose.

There are several red and black blood build-ups in the surrounding square that escape through the entrance of the narrow road.

"I hope this punishes you..."

I felt the smell of my gut mixed with the smell of blood and did not hide my melancholy expression from appearing.

Mercenaries with interpersonal experience have reduced their numbers. There are quite a few obstacles ahead of us, the commander must understand that.

Yet......

"We haven't even talked to each other... But he seems pretty blamed..."

Rossa, who had given instructions from the rear to carry the bolts of the replenishment, comes up on the fortress and tells it with her eyes open.

"Can you read your mouth?

He nods where I hear him, stretches his neck as if to concentrate, and starts staring at a point.

"Like this……………………………………………………………………………………………………"

Me and Lot hear it, look at each other, and sigh heavily.

"While enemies... you can't say anything"

Lot's seemingly pitiless tone tells the whole story.

A mercenary, an expert in battle, was forced to bleed. If we take this fact with humility, we can recognize that the unknown in front of us hides a great obstacle.

It shifts responsibility to mercenaries and attempts to motivate them by squeezing even remuneration.

I know the cost of a mercenary is high, but whatever you think, it's a foolish idea to look at the other person as outrageous. Still, one part of the formation should be maintained by mercenaries. How can you commit suicide like that?

As he felt pity for himself as a human being in the same country, movement appeared carefully to the enemy formation.

The supposedly mercenary troops who stood avant-garde instead of the vanguards who were evacuated crept back.

Instead, like that, the vigorously splattered formation begins to build an unrivalled formation.

The same was true when conducting individual warfare, but even if you take one forward and one lateral imitation action, it's a gift of education.

The difference in strength from a mercenary can be painful enough to see one of those rattling factions.

"It's time to go back. Thank you. There seems to be talk of redistributing mercenaries by reducing the rewards they pay."

Rossa leaves me with important information as I bow my head and try to get to the battlefield again.

"So you're so motivated..."

Growl with the look of Lot whiting.

"No doubt the mercenary side can be removed from the count. If you don't get your regular reward, you can't risk your life."

I'm in the same mood, and I'm frightened.

They may think of mercenaries moving with money as their own men, but mercenaries working on a continental scale are not such balls. I'm putting my life on the scale with a cynical gold account. It can be seen from the formation that is joining the evacuated formation and gradually flowing backwards.

I'm not motivated anymore. I'm starting to move to a position where I can get out of the battlefield as soon as possible. I guess the commander over there doesn't know that either.

In turn, the motivation of the soldiers in the front line seems high.

If the reward is increased, let's be motivated.

But when I look at its various formations, I can only say that it is the people of the Union.

Destroyed each commander and stagnated on a narrow path, I guess.

With such a reckoning, wait for the war situation to move.

The war has just begun.