When I reincarnated I was a soldier?! ~A man called the Red Shinigami~

The center of the enemy formation was wrapped up in quite a few firehands.

Patrick threw the remaining oil toward the largest tent, throwing a match and leaving the scene.

"We're back."

That was one word, but the three of us who waited were surprised, as if they had jumped up their bodies.

"Ensign, please, when approaching your side, please increase your footsteps ~"

Mirko says sorry.

"No, the fire hands are up, and we're making a fuss, so split it it's time to come back!

"That's what I've been waiting for. Hey."

Until Colton, that's the word.

"So? What's the end?

"Perfect. We're gonna change our armor and get out of here."

Hurry up and change your leather armor, ride the runaway dragon, and you'll go into the woods.

"How many tents did you burn?

The man who was leading the vanguard asks his men.

"Was, like, 20 baked. Most importantly, the tent where the food was stored was laid out."

My men answer.

"Fool! What did the soldiers do? We can't fight after tomorrow!

Commander yelling as he flies the tuba.

But this commander can't talk about people either.

Because he slept in the biggest tent, he was delayed in noticing around the fire, and suffered a major burn to his right arm.

(The soldiers are fighting, but they're sleeping swallowed, so they burn!)

And the men who shouted in their hearts,

I'm sorry, but the soldiers said they didn't see anyone suspicious.

And I said.

"Obviously an enemy arson, though! There's no way this many tents are going to burn naturally!

Naturally.

"That's true, but whoever you ask, there was no one weird,"

"Yes, no, incompetent people! Just give the main unit a message!

"Ha! Immediately!