Those are our weapons! Be careful with them!
I'm sorry.
All right, I'll need your signature on this note.
The west half of the hill is to be used to bury the Navarre Order,
and the east half for the Silver Meteor Storm.
Understood.
Other than what I'm taking with me, do as you wish with their effects.
Thank you very much.
The armor is from the Order of Navarre. You'll get a good price.
Yes, I will put them to good use.
Are you sure you won't fight alongside the Silver Meteor Storm?
We cannot leave the western boundary unattended for long.
We will return there.
I wish the Silver Meteor Storm good hunting.
I will go to the royal capital.
Huh?
I will arrange for you to have an audience with His Majesty.
It's too dangerous! Sir Mashas nearly got himself killed!
As a knight of Brune, I must rectify my error.
Your resolve is strong.
Speaking of which, what's keeping Elen?
I don't know.
A messenger from Regnitz suddenly showed up.
I see.
Legions of voices, multitudes of dreams
Step over them all
Tailwinds, blow hard against our backs
"Lord Marksman and Vanadis"
Up in the skies, stars
Down on the ground, the remains of dreams
Grinding footsteps and the soul's chagrin
are the only route there is to glory
Wind, O wind, whip our hearts aflame
Blazing torches raised to skies that herald victory
What could possibly be gained
by stopping our march?
It is only in our surviving
that we can show we are right
Legions of troops, multitudes of convictions,
onto the swirling battlefield
Until the farthest reaches of the skies are calm,
turn your wailing and anger to strength,
and become a silver flash of wind
I'll be back.
I'll be going back to Zhcted for a bit.
There is a good friend, a war maiden, to whom I am indebted--
Alexandra Alshavin.
I call her Sasha.
Regnitz, which Sasha governs, is under attack by another war maiden.
I have to defend her.
Defend her?
We took an oath!
Whenever danger befalls either of us,
we will come running, even if it means discarding all else.
Sasha suffers from a grave illness.
When I visited her this summer,
she was virtually unable to even walk on her own.
And yet, Shasha's dragon gear refuses to be separated from her.
And so... And so, I...
Understood.
I'll do whatever I can here while you're gone.
Thanks.
Meanwhile, true to his word, Roland departed the order alone,
and went to the royal capital of Nice.
I am Roland, of the Order of Navarre.
I am here on an urgent matter, and must speak to His Royal Majesty.
Please wait here.
Hey, Roland...
Ganelon?! What is the meaning of this?!
You brazenly show your face in the capital,
after being unable to defeat the traitor?
Such insolence is to be punished, not shown in to see His Majesty.
Thousands of bees, whose venom can kill even a lion,
will now attack you. A prison of bees--a hell of bees.
Farewell, mightiest knight in all our land.
Roland...
Be a knight among knights.
Your Majesty...
We will be back soon.
Sir Tigrevurmud, I will see you later.
Thank you very much. Take care.
Elen will be back right. away. So just bear with it for now.
Sending women off with a smile--wow, thank goodness we were born men.
Why did you stay behind?
Winters in Brune are warmer than the winters in my land.
With my head the way it is now, I'm more sensitive to the cold.
I see.
There are 1,000 Zhcted soldiers here in Lady Eleonora's absence.
All of us are very fond of you, Sir Tigrevurmud, starting with me.
May we be of all the more use to you.
Roland is dead.
Word is that he was executed.
What were you thinking?!
Whatever do you mean?
I mean Roland! Why did you kill him?!
Oh...
That's Roland for you. He died standing up.
He was magnificent in death, at least.
What about the western border?
Sachstein and Asvarre will definitely take advantage of this!
There's nothing we can do about him being dead.
The western defense is secure right now.
More importantly, what about the southern border?
The army of Muozinel is closing in on our country by land and sea.
Is your territory safe?
Why, you...!
The kingdom of Muozinellan was the only neighboring country
that had a system of slavery in place.
They would invade other countries at will,
repeatedly engaging in slaughter and plundering.
Their targets changed with their fancy,
and the kingdom of Brune was at a loss as to how to deal with them.
The invading Muozinel army numbered 20,000.
To counter him, Thenardier divided his forces into two.
Leading a force of 7,000 soldiers, Thenardier heads south.
Forsaking the borderlands and luring them deeper into the country,
his intent was to exterminate their army.
The remaining 13,000 were sent to the capital,
under the pretext of protecting the city,
while containing the actions of Ganelon,
who was mustering soldiers in the north.
I have Ganelon in check. Now, what will that boy from Alsace do?
The enemy numbers 20,000. What do I do?
Stay here and reinforce my defense? But then...
I leave Durandal in your charge,
a testament that I, Roland, recognize that your cause is just.
My cause is just...
Lord Tigre, may I come in?
Is that you, Titta? At this hour?
It's morning already.
I see you never went to bed, huh?
Sorry.
Thank you, that was delicious.
Lord Tigre, you are the commanding officer,
so please, get enough rest.
Yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks to you, I'm in good shape.
Titta...
Yes?
I'm going to go act on my own for a while.
You stay here with Bertrand.
Will you... come back to us safely?
I promise.
Is there any chance of winning?
I don't know.
If you don't say there's at least some chance,
I won't be able to convince the soldiers.
There are 2,000 of us, and 20,000 of them.
If I said there was a chance of winning, who would believe me?
People believe in what they want to believe in.
Please make us believe.
I will take command of some soldiers and head southeast.
To survive, and to protect that which must be protected.
In that case, ought we not strengthen the defenses of Territoire?
Even if we strengthen them, when a force of 20,000 attacks,
will they be able to hold?
It will buy some time.
At least until knights and soldiers from other noblemen arrive.
There's no guarantee that the enemy will come to Territoire.
The worst-case scenario is also possible.
That no reinforcements arrive?
Right now, we are traitors to the throne.
No one would blame them if they did nothing and let us die.
As such, I need to ask you two for a favor.
Turning from a conflict between noblemen,
Tigre leads 1,700 men southeast to prevent a national crisis.
Lord Tigre, and everyone else...
...please, be safe.
We can't just drive the enemy away.
I want to save as many as we can.
I'll use the power of this.
No, I still haven't yet mastered this unknown power.
Shall we take aim?
We'll start tomorrow. That's why we're here scouting.
Yes, of course.
By the way, what do you think of Viscount Augre's son?
Gerald? He's good with figures. He's also precise.
It's thanks to him
that I could focus on fighting during the battle with Roland.
Hmm, there's something I don't like about him.
It's like he treats others with contempt.
Hey now, let's all get along.
Footsteps?
Are you all right?
You don't need to be afraid.
I'm Tigrevurmud Vorn. I'm a Bruneman.
Tigre... vurmud...
Hey, Rurick! Come give me a hand!
Just cause (just cause) The concept of correctness of one's moral principle. That which in the framework of human society must bring about the ultimate value. (Ex) A just cause is supreme, but it is not absolute. -> Tigre is concerned about...
Combat stamina (com-bat stam-i-na) The ability to continue fighting. A factor that can vary greatly depending on the enemy force. -> ...the Silver Meteor Storm's combat stamina.
Each bowman receives 56 arrows.
I made sure each cavalryman got 12 stones,
and each foot soldier got five,
but for a larger-scale battle, that won't last the whole fight.
Supplies...
There's one other problem.
The Muozinellan force has with them our people, whom they've enslaved.
If they use them as shields, we won't be able to strike at them.
Understood.
It's almost sunup.
General, sir...
The enemy has arrived. They appear to be a Brunish army.
How many?
Between 100 and 200. They are all cavalrymen.
They are keeping their distance,
and attacking our left flank with stones and arrows.
Send 3,000 infantrymen and eradicate them.
Isn't 3,000 far too great a number? Wouldn't 500 be enough?
They are a decoy. Hit their main force.
Yes, sir.
If their decoy is 200, their main force is 2,000.
Under orders from their supreme commander, Qasim,
a force of 3,000 Muozinellan soldiers,
including 1,000 bowmen and 2,000 spearmen,
give pursuit to the 200 Brunish soldiers.
Passing through a narrow bottleneck,
they arrive at a dead end. There, the lead Muozinellan soldiers see...
The main enemy force?!
There's 5,000--no, 6,000 of them!
Attack!
Retreat! Fall back!
We can't! The rear soldiers can't halt their forward march!
The first battle went well enough.
Collect any weapons that are still useful!
Tigre came up with strategy after strategy,
devoting his efforts into tripping up the Muozinellan army,
and whittling away at their numbers.
After repeated sneak-attacks, the 20,000 became 19,000,
and then their number was cut down to 18,000.
As for Qasim's efforts to counter him...
You cowardly Brunish soldiers,
crawling around like worms while hiding behind rocks!
We will not put up with your petty tricks forever!
If you choose to conceal yourselves,
this is what happens!
Kill them!
Forward.
Forward!
That day, the Muozinellan army placed an advance squad of 3,000,
with the main force positioned behind them.
Qasim had decided that the enemy were few in number,
and that there was no way they would attack head-on.
However, the Silver Meteor Storm placed soldiers before them.
They numbered 600.
Here I thought they finally showed themselves, and there's 600?
Where is the enemy commander?
It's probably the red-haired man standing at the fore.
Impossible. There's no way that Brunemen, who despise bows,
would make a bowman their captain. Could this be another decoy?
You barbaric, boorish Muozinellan soldiers!
Your deeds in taking the lives of innocent civilians
make you deserving of death! Make your peace!
When you get close enough for your bows, shoot him.
Another ambush? It's always the same...
--The Zhcted army?! --Impossible!
Charge!
Charge them!
Hmph, we may have had a poor start of it,
but from what I can see, the enemy is not even 2,000.
Their parlor tricks will not be enough to defeat our advance squad.
Much too eager. This is a distance of over 300 alsins.
It will never reach--
Lord Qasim!
--Lord Qasim has been shot! --Impossible! From where?!
Count Tigrevurmud Vorn has felled the enemy's supreme commander!
All units, give chase! Wipe them out entirely!
That was a lot closer than I imagined.
Thanks to the enemy's unwariness.
That's why he put his main force in front of him.
I'll bet he never thought that among the Brunish army,
who hold bows in such contempt,
there was one archer who could hit a target with his arrow
from over 300 alsins away.
The enemy is fleeing back to Muozinel.
Rurick, can I ask you to handle the pursuit?
Yes, sir.
Why didn't you come any sooner?
Why didn't you show yourselves this morning, when you could have?!
You were nearby, weren't you? If you had come out,
she wouldn't have had to die!
And yet...
That's not--
I'm sorry.
Excuse me...
Thank you very much for saving us. As well as...
...for avenging my father from this morning.
I'm sorry. I, well, I don't think that man is wrong, but,
even so, I wanted to offer my thanks to you.
No, I should thank you.
During this battle, the Muozinellan army lost over 3,000 men.
If you include the day before, the dead topped 5,000,
and a quarter of the army ended up falling in the land of Agnes.
The number of us still alive is 1,503.
Among that number, whether gravely wounded or not,
our injured number 462.
Considering our current situation, it's a miraculous outcome.
What about the 2,000 who were taken as slaves?
We have no choice but to send them to Territoire. There's no other way.
Sir Tigrevurmud...
May I have a word?
An advance party?!
The Muozinellan prisoners all said the same thing--
"We are just the forerunners."
If they are an advance party, what about the main force?
They number 30,000.
30,000...
If they join up with the group we routed,
then it won't be today or tomorrow,
but in several days, we can expect roughly 40,000.
These repeated engagements are wearing out the men.
There's also the 2,000 civilians we saved.
I had prepared for the worst, but this is still bad.
We're not even half as far as we had planned.
There's nothing we can do about falling behind.
A unit of Muozinellan knights is charging this way.
They number between 3,000 and 4,000.
It looks like they're making their shot count.
Take over here.
Be careful!
Given this situation, thank goodness we can shoot at them.
We're not even slowing them down. At this rate...
Enemy reinforcements?
No, that flag--
The Principality of Olmütz's Snow Princess of the Frozen Ripple...
Ludmila Lourie!
Long time no see, Count Tigrevurmud Vorn.
"Episode 8: 2,000 vs. 20,000"
Far away, you dwell upon
memories burning bright in your heart
as though to drive away
unforeseen dark omens
While bending back the power
flooding to your fingertips
trace the arc that takes aim at the target
Keep going forth unceasingly
All you have to do is face it down
Even if you cannot win, you can undermine
This arrow will not miss
O pulsing wind and bow of black,
strike through even destiny