What is war?

For the samurai of ancient times, war was a part of life.

Fight to survive.

Fight to live better.

Fight for honor.

Fight for revenge.

And for the line infantry of the French Empire, war was just war.

Although there is glory, he is not a samurai, and although he is brave, he is not a hero.

They are soldiers.

"Raise your gun!!"

The roars of the non-commissioned officers resounded through the array. The infantrymen raised their rifles amid shouts.

Full of excitement to re-enter the battlefield, full of joy to do it again. The infantrymen who had collapsed 'there' by death finally got the war they had always dreamed of.

The enemy is a hero, a hero, and a monster who wades through mountains and rivers in the story and destroys the city.

And here are just 'miscellaneous soldiers' armed with muskets.

It is clear at a glance which is stronger and which is weaker, and when it comes to the style of 'hero', even Marshal Ney is nothing.

But.

It's war.

"Hillbilly. ”

You who lived in ancient times did not realize the power of science.

It has long been lagging behind.

"Rush forward!"

It's just a firearm, and for the Heroic Spirit, it's impossible for a firearm that doesn't have a mystery to cause damage. But at the moment when he was targeted by those iron pipes, Saber's intuition was a frenzied warning.

There's no need to communicate much with Lancer and the red-haired man who suddenly appeared. If each other is a hero who can leave a name in history, it is needless to say what to do at this time.

With one to three, there is still such confidence in this situation. To say that this fancy cavalryman has no ability, Saber absolutely does not believe it.

Although it is the right choice to flee when the situation of friend or foe is unknown, it ...... Not to mention the issue of Heroic Spirit's self-esteem, the old question of Alice's presence alone has already limited Saber's choice.

"It seems that you and I will win or lose until next time—for now, let's clean up these fanatics who dare to underestimate the knights. ”

And Lancer certainly lived up to Saber's expectations. The hero with two guns smiled sassyly, and in the next second, he had already taken a big step.

"I'm not bad-tempered—but these guys have the guts to interrupt me. ”

And the red-haired strong man who messed in had no action.

In the night, his expression was more terrifying than cold. On his sharpened and rock-hard face, one of his eyes was glowing cold.

"A corps-type heroic spirit...... Isn't that interesting...... Is it 'Rider'?"

The smile without temperature made the strong man's expression almost hideous, and the master, who had been retching since just now, and he couldn't say a word, finally spoke in a crying voice until this time.

"What's going on!?Why is Napoleon's marshal here!?"

"Oh? Do you know the guy over there?"

The strong, red-haired man – or his real name here: Iskandar the Great Conqueror. Even though there was no smile in his eyes, his attitude was serious enough in the face of a powerful army.

"It's impossible not to know, that's Napoleon the Great!"

Is this not a title that can be obtained by any cat or dog...... And listening to the tone of the little master, the weight of this emperor as an 'emperor' doesn't seem to be light.

Well, how strong will his marshal be?

Iskandar thought quietly, and finally felt that 'it would be better to talk about it'.

Anyway, whether it's strong or not, you have to fight after all.

So, let's fight first.

"Hold on to the kid!!"

"Wow, ahh——!!hh

The huge chariot suddenly proved, and sparks erupted from between the wheels and the hooves of the ox.

With a thunderous roar, Alexander the Great drove straight ahead. The electric light that bloomed along the way was dazzling.

"Huh. ”

It's faster than sound.

But the velocity of the bullet is above that.

While the Heroic Soldier is still just a Soldier, it's impossible to keep up with the speed of the Hero - but that's okay, just fire a salvo at the same time as you start. As long as such a moment is seized, the gap of despair can be erased into difficulty.

And what the line infantry is best at is solving difficulties.

The infantry fired in great order, forming a wall directly in front of them. With the blessing of the Heroic Spirit's identity, every bullet is a veritable magic bullet.

Although the attributes are only the most basic to the spirit kill, whether it is hit correction or anything else, there is none.

But at this moment, that alone is deadly enough.

Can't dodge!

Whether it's the protection of the arrow or the intuition, you can't get away! The only thing that comes to mind in the future is the sight of yourself being shot to a thousand holes!

Because it's just too dense.

With the riflemen shoulder to shoulder, their shooting was too perfect.

At the command of the commander, the soldiers' bullets were concentrated in the center, which, combined with the increased density of multiple rows of salvos, made any dodge a joke.

Instead of aiming at the enemy, he intended to create a barrage from the beginning - a tactic far more terrifying than a rain of arrows that caught the Heroic Spirits off guard in an instant.

But it's just a dilemma.

It's far from despair.

Even if it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, Saber had made the right response.

Using the armor on his body and the width of his sword, this valiant king faced the barrage like a chariot. Fighting steel against steel, she survived a spark of fire - and the unprotected lancer, shielded by Saber, swung his spear right behind her, clearing her of excess bullets.

As for the last red-haired king, he didn't dodge - with the strength of the chariot and the sacred cow, he faced the rain of bullets head-on, like a tank.

'It's so hard'

Marshal Ney's eyes narrowed.

The fatal wound was not achieved once, and the minor wound that did not matter was healed in the next second. Although the current situation has been anticipated for a long time, the strength of the heroes still amazes Ney.

'But it doesn't make sense'

The line infantry was powerful in their shooting, but it was always the bayonet charge that really decided the victory.

In the face of the oncoming heroes, the French infantry rushed head-on. Under the command of the non-commissioned officers, these fearless fighters let out a feverish roar.

Bloody hand-to-hand combat unfolded in an instant.

The near-absolute technological gap has led to a tragic war situation.

Despite their absolute courage, the infantry suffered heavy casualties. Before the first stab, the spears and swords of the ancient heroes tore through their bodies - not to mention the tank-like chariot that ran over the formation, leaving only two blood marks between the giant wheels.

But.

Their speed slowed down.

That's enough.

What is the most terrible thing for mortals? Is it an invincible force? No, there were war elephants in the world before the invention of guns. No, whether it's heavy infantry or knights, or even heroes of myths and legends, no defense is perfect.

For mortals, the trickiest, toughest, and closest enemy to nothing to do is speed.

Can't catch up, can't hit, can't escape, can't avoid.

The advantage of speed is absolute.

And once the speed is lost, anything can be piled up at a cost. Even if you stand and let the enemy slaughter, you will always have a moment when your physical strength is exhausted.

"Lancers!"

A cruel smile swept across Marshal Ney's face. With his shouts, the lancers in the rear drew an arc on the battlefield.

One after another fell with a whistling sound, causing the cold rays of the spears to converge into a river.

What about these infantry?

Neither Saber nor Lancer, nor even Rider can understand this behavior.

Even if it's a flank assault, the charge in the face of just three enemies is too weird.

After all, they are heroes and not infantry, and even if they are stumped, they are stronger than the infantry around them.

Was the French marshal going to sacrifice his own infantry in exchange for an inefficient attack?

Incredible.

In the eyes of the three people who were about to be attacked, this behavior was simply vexatious.

Is this guy so stupid as a hero?

The sound of horses' hooves drew closer, and Saber's face was filled with confusion and anger. But in the next second, all the disdain in her heart turned into consternation.

The last second before the arrival of the horse's hooves.

The infantry that haunted the three heroes all disappeared.

There was neither light nor omen, as if it had not existed in the first place, and all the infantry returned to the 'origin', lined up in a neat formation not far away.

What happened?

I don't know.

If it weren't for the blood marks on the stumps on the ground that confirmed Fang Cai's fight, Saber would have wondered who he was fighting against.

But it's too late to think more.

In the midst of this brief confusion, the horse's hooves were close at hand, and even farther forward were the cold tips of their spears.