Episode 471: Tochika Annihilation Battle (1)

Drinking water has run out.

There was a solemn energy in the Tochka Fortress.

ThindiWendy, who had spread out the map, opened her mouth with a serious expression.

"We succeeded in bringing in water from the water source, so we were able to survive for three more days. "It's really impossible now."

Although the influx of refugees has decreased significantly since the siege of Suwon, the number of people already gathered within the fortress is enormous.

It was natural for ThindiWendy, who was responsible for providing food and water to their mouths, to feel sick.

Meanwhile, Osiris, who was sitting close to Thindi Wendy, also had an expression as serious as Thindi Wendy.

"Leviar or something came with a very determined plan this time. Germans were spread out in the rocky area below the mountain peak. "If you look at the troops alone, they are more than three times the size of this side."

Although Tochka Fortress is an iron fortress that is advantageous to water defenses, it only works in battles between a small number of people and when both sides have large troops, the story is different.

ThindiWendy and Osiris talked in a serious tone.

"Anyway, since we don't have enough drinking water, tomorrow's battle will be limited, and we will have to decide within that limit."

"Is this an all-out war? There is no other way. Since the troops are troops, large and small local battles will continue even outside Tochka Fortress. The good news among the misfortunes is that there are many excellent commanders here."

Outstanding commanders such as Orca and Sade, as well as brave and powerful commanders from each family, are also gathered leading the elite troops.

Although it was hopeless, it was a good idea to try to break through head-on.

"What do you want to do, little brother?"

When Osiris looked up, there stood Vikir.

"… … ."

Bikir did not answer for a while.

I'm just looking out the window and counting the stars in the night sky.

"Is it starry night? Please come up with some kind of solution. "You were the one who said all you had to do was hang on here!"

ThindiWendy was there.

Osiris, who normally would have stopped her, also showed signs of impatience today, which was rare.

It was natural given the circumstances.

Right then.

Hwii-ing-

A ray of night wind blew through the wide open window.

"Huh?"

"What kind of wind… … ."

ThindiWendy and Osiris covered their faces with their hands.

It is natural for this wind to blow in when the window is open.

however.

"… … !"

Bikir's expression, who had been silent until now, suddenly changed.

Bikir lightly moistened his index finger with saliva and held it upright.

"… … "Southeast wind."

Bikir opens all the windows facing different directions and checks the direction from which the wind is blowing at the same time.

Afterwards, Bikir returned to the southeast window where he had always spent his time standing still.

And I started looking at the constellations hanging in a corner of the night sky.

"one… … two… … three… … four… … five… … six… … seven… … ."

Seven stars commonly called guiding stars. It is a special constellation that is visible only from a specific direction and has been a guide to countless people since ancient times.

Hwii-ing-

The night wind blows once again. As expected, this time it was a southeasterly wind.

Only then did ThindiWendy and Osiris notice something strange.

'… … Now that I think about it, has there ever been a breeze coming in from this window?'

It seemed like there had never been a wind blowing from the window where Bikir always stayed.

After realizing this trivial fact, for some reason, an inexplicable feeling of excitement was building in the hearts of ThindiWendy and Osiris.

"one… … two… … three… … four… … five… … six… … seven… … ."

Bikir continues counting the stars.

Even the young shepherds living in this area know that there are seven guiding stars in the night sky of the northern wall.

… … but.

"one… … two… … three… … four… … five… … six… … seven… … ."

The number of stars that Vikir counted as the third was slightly different.

"… … eight."

The very tip of the guiding star. There is one star shining blue there.

The light of the eighth star, which was formed after the seven guiding stars, shines coldly as it penetrates Vikir's retina.

Vikir, who had been silently counting the stars, finally nodded.

"good. There's finally one more. It has settled down for sure."

"… … ?"

ThindiWendy and Osiris could only tilt their heads at Bikir's incomprehensible sound.

Soon, Bikir, who had remained silent despite everyone's encouragement and scolding, made his move.

"Tomorrow noon will be the final battle."

It seemed like a sudden declaration, but ThindiWendy and Osiris could feel it.

Tomorrow's battle is the stage that Bikir has been planning and designing for a very long time, the final stage in the true sense of the word.

* * *

It's 12 o'clock in the afternoon with the scorching sun pouring down.

The German army that was surrounding Tochka began to move.

Director Orca's expression, as he was about to enter the final battle, was as tense as ever.

Now that even the last drop of drinking water has disappeared, we can no longer look forward to tomorrow.

"I'm not even sure if I'll be able to reach midnight today or not."

"Pussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss onsing onwards on an old man on living just 12 more hours."

The Marquis de Sade chuckles next to Director Orca.

However, unlike the corners of his mouth that were always curled up, his eyes were not smiling.

"Pusssss – there are no more troops and no more water. It's truly an extreme situation. It's been a long time since I've had a battle like this. Was it about 50 years ago? Ever since the fight with the Baskerville dogs at the Uuni Salt Flats... … ."

"It's noisy, escaped prisoner. "I'm not even remotely curious about your saga, so go talk somewhere else."

"Ah, it might be the last time, but I'm still being rude."

The Marquis de Sade pouted and closed his mouth.

The two of them sat far away from each other on the castle pedestal and were silent for a long time.

Eventually, Orca spoke first.

"… … "Die without shame."

"Huh?"

When Sade frowned as if wondering what he was talking about, Orca opened her mouth again and continued.

"I hate to admit it, but you are from the same generation as me. "Other than me, he is the only one still active."

"so?"

"Whether we like it or not, you and I have come to represent our generation. "Don't end it on an ugly note."

"Pusssss – take care of yourself, old man."

"… … Escaped prisoner. "At most, I gave him advice with good intentions."

The two evil friends did not look at each other until the very end.

I am just facing the poisonous rain that covers the horizon in the distance in dark red.

Soon, the troops were divided into two, led by Orca and Sade.

Orca on Mercury, and THAAD on Counterattack.

The House of Morgue and the House of Quovadis, specialized in defense, guarded the outer castle of Tochca under Orca's command, while the House of Baskerville and House of Bourgeois, specialized in attack, caught the enemy off guard under the command of Sade.

Oh-ooh!

Huge German soldiers began to flock towards the castle walls.

"… … !"

Orca's eyebrows twitched.

The German soldiers currently appearing on the front lines were all wearing familiar uniforms.

The black blood-like robe of the iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville, the red robe of the sorcerer Morgue, the white priestly robe of the religious hymn Quo Vadis, and the golden cloak of the rich bourgeoisie.

These clothes, all dry and tattered, clearly took the form of 'shrouds.'

"… … "Did they rob each family's tombs?"

Ancestors of the Baskervilles, the Morgue, the Quo Vadis, and the Bourgeoisie.

Those who had processed their corpses into poisoned soldiers, or rather, dead soldiers, were flocking in.

It was the moment when the evil of the grave robberies that shook the entire empire in the past was revealed.

Coo coo coo coo coo… …

The Baskervilles' swordsmen stood at the forefront, with only bones, skin, and poison remaining.

The spiders of the sea of ​​trees facing them stood on the wall of Tochika, their fur bristling on end.

Madam Young glanced her head.

There, a separate unit was seen moving independently without receiving instructions from THAAD.

Bikir. The person who operates the separate unit.

"… … ."

Bikir was quietly watching the German dead soldiers appearing at the front line in the distance.

Rather, what was growling with the will to go on a rampage was the detachment standing behind it, and the seven hunting dogs that commanded that detachment.

'Bostonterrier' Les Baskerville, leader of the Pitbull Knights.

Les Baskerville, the Great Dane, leader of the Mastiff Knights.

'Isabella' La Baskerville, leader of the Doberman Knights.

'German' Les Baskerville, leader of the Shepherd Knights.

Les Baskerville, 'Metzgerhund', leader of the Rottweiler Knights.

'Cu-Chulainn' Les Baskerville, leader of the Wolfhound Knights.

They stayed quietly behind, waiting for Bikir's instructions.

Except for the two who were bickering noisily from earlier.

"Killing a lot is best."

"You say killing the big guy is the best?"

The Boston Terrier, the leader of the Pitbull Knights, and the Great Dane, the leader of the Mastiff Knights, have been in a constant state of nervousness since a while ago.

And Isabella, the leader of the Doberman Knights, who was looking at the two with a pitiful gaze, walked between the two and whispered to Vikir.

"Processing the corpses of our ancestors into undead is counterproductive. Rather, it increases their anger and increases their combat power. Thanks to this, short-term firepower will increase dramatically."

Isabella's judgment was cold and accurate.

German, the leader of the Shepherd Knights, also showed a rare attitude of agreeing with his rival Isabella's opinion by nodding his head.

"I think so too. If it had been a long-term war, it would have definitely led to a decline in morale on this side, but we had run out of drinking water anyway. "Even the burning thirst will be forgotten for a moment if the anger burns even hotter than that."

Meanwhile, Metzgerhund, leader of the Rottweiler Knights, turned his head as if he was not interested in such things.

His eyes remained focused solely on Bikir.

"My nephew. From what I heard, your 6th meal is amazing, right? I won't ask you how you acquired that level of skill. "I want to take this opportunity to clearly see your skills."

"Me too. The 4th sik is the sword sik that I enjoy the best. If you say that you do not have a desire to win as a craftsman... … "It's false!"

The gaze of Cucullin, leader of the Wolfhound Knights, was also fixed on Vikir from earlier.

Since they are experts who would be disappointed to be second in the 6th and 4th formulas, respectively, they seemed to want to use this opportunity to compare their skills with Vikir.

The tense muscles swell to the point of bursting, and the tendons flutter violently.

Hunting dogs are ready to jump out at any time, like a stretched rubber band.

In this imminent situation.

Bikir took something out of his pocket.

It's a red whistle. It was a symbol of the Baskerville family's military power.

… … ! … … ! … … !

At the same time, a sharp whistle echoed across the dry sky.

Quack!

Many of the Baskervilles' fighting dogs kicked the ground and shot forward.

Black shadows running in the sand dust. It is a very different production from the wind blowing in the barley field.

The final battle was now beginning.