How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

He couldn't win against something he didn't know. Even by rough estimation, the friendly forces seemed to be two or three times more numerous, but Gaspar couldn't afford to be careless.

After being tense throughout, Gaspar pondered for a moment, then rode his horse forward. Then he shouted:

"I am Gaspar, who has come here bearing the title from His Excellency Juan de Mendoza y Luna, Viceroy of the Viceroyalty of Nueva España! Let the commander among you barbarians come forth! Follow European etiquette!"

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"..."

Suddenly everyone thought, what nonsense is this?

No, it's already crazy for the commander to go to the front, but he suddenly shouts his name and affiliation and then tells the enemy commander to come forward? Who would respond to that...

Woooooong!

"I am Oitotan! Knight Commander of the Virginia community and a member of the Council of Six serving the nameless One!"

He responded.

Only then did the adjutants look at Gaspar's face.

Only then did they realize his deep insight.

"Good! I pledge my honor to guarantee your safety, so let's meet in the middle, commander to commander!"

"...Huh?"

"That is 'European chivalry'! Respect our customs!"

"...Well, if that's the case."

After all, they all look like natives, so they probably don't know what European chivalry is.

"Hmm..."

"Don't you know honor!"

"...Fine!"

Therefore, if you insist that anything is European etiquette and chivalry, it can be roughly resolved.

Thanks to this, Gaspar was able to extract several important facts from Oitotan's self-introduction that followed. For example...

"Virginia! So they came from Virginia!"

Gaspar said with cheers after returning.

The enemies came from Virginia.

And, their government consists of 6 people, which they call the Council of Six.

The forces that Virginia dispatched to Florida are about 500 people, and this Oitotan is the commander-in-chief.

He successfully uncovered such important facts...

"Our knighthood originally started from farming, ah, have you tried our local wine? Of course, you haven't. Its taste is exquisite..."

"E-enough! That's enough! I understand plenty!"

...and was able to learn in detail things he particularly didn't want to know.

What? "That" is a farming implement? Moreover, you're all farmers? But why knights? Did you inherit it by bloodline? Uh... what? You have a knight's license?

Gaspar and the rest of the command, falling into confusion, barely regained their senses and just watched the back of Oitotan, who had freely spilled all sorts of useless information and finished.

Anyway.

They are knights, but in an ambiguous position.

They don't inherit privileges by bloodline, their main job is plowing other people's lands, and they even have to fight.

'Then isn't that a serf?'

Not sure.

Moreover, that monster is a farming implement, they say.

"..."

"..."

Oitotan told most of the facts as they were. This was thanks to successfully deceiving him that fighting in such a fair and square manner was "European chivalry."

The Spanish army and Gaspar could learn everything, including that tractors are made of steel and have moving blades attached to the front.

...Although they felt a bit offended by what seemed like a boastful tone, anyway, let's just say it's all good.

First, they prepared for battle.

It could be seen as strange.

The Agricultural Knight Order includes many Europeans. Yet they remained silent while hearing about this bogus "European etiquette" or "chivalry."

The reason was simple.

"Now that I've returned, let's attack."

"Please wait a moment. The enemy hasn't taken a combat stance yet. Didn't their commander ask us to wait until they're ready?"

"Hmm? Well... that's true, Sir Skinner. Do you have some insight?"

"I don't have any special insight... but shouldn't we wait? Aren't we 'knights' too?"

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"...A very good idea."

It was because the Europeans in Virginia were also half-mad.

Sir Skinner, the knight captain near Chesapeake, looked ahead while feeling a thrill throughout his body.

Currently, the enemies were letting their soldiers rest, loading their guns, finishing their meals, and gradually preparing.

And they were restraining Oitotan, who was trying to attack them, and waiting.

Because that's what is 'knightly.'

It's now 1611. An era when medieval knights have become a joke.

He, who had lived his whole life as a commoner and was expected to die as one, came to the New World, became a "knight captain," and went a bit crazy.

'Now I too... am a knight and a noble!'

Of course, he's not.

If Kin Issei, who originally created the agricultural knight system, had heard this story, he would have woken up from his nap in the San Agustin lodging and smacked the back of this crazy man's head.

During World War I.

The period when the "Air Force" as a branch first began to play an active role on the battlefield, and European countries began to earnestly cultivate pilots.

While hellish trench warfare was taking place on the ground, all sorts of propaganda flourished towards the Air Force, who were fighting stylishly among themselves in the sky.

Various noble youths, baited by propaganda phrases such as 'Knights of the Sky' or 'Aristocrats,' participated in World War I as the Air Force, and they established principles like 'I don't attack opponents from behind in a cowardly manner...!', 'I don't surprise attack and only fight fair and square...!'

Naturally, such fools all died.

During World War I, many Germanic noble families had their lineages cut off thanks to those fools. This is one of the main reasons why noble bloodlines became rare in England in the 20th century.

Anyway.

It was similar to that. No, it was worse.

Moreover, they're not even nobles, and people who don't even ride horses claim to be knights and are doing crazy things intoxicated with chivalry - if Kin Issei had seen this, he would have burst his stomach laughing, but it couldn't be helped.

Because Kin Issei isn't here right now.

The Europeans in Virginia, including Sir Skinner, were already half-crazy with intoxication, and the natives, including Oitotan, were just going along with it thinking, "I guess that's how it is," so no one could stop them.

"Um... at least should we try to capture the enemy's rear by performing a flanking maneuver..."

"Cowardly! Are you even a knight saying such things!"

"..."

Fair and square.

"Then at least we should try to catch them as they cross that river..."

"That's not honorable. Wait until the enemy forms their ranks."

And honorably.

Skinner, and these crazy Europeans, faced the Spaniards head-on.

Enemies with about three times their number, without any advance preparation.

The Spanish leadership gradually hesitated.

Isn't something wrong, why are they listening to us so well?

Just as they were whispering, wondering if all this was actually a deception and if there was a real trap.

"Follow meeeeee!"

Seeing the Virginia Agricultural Knight Order's forces charging with Sir Skinner's cry, their doubts were completely swept away.

If it were a deception, they wouldn't be this sincere.

"I feel like I'm watching some Don Quixote."

Saying this, Gaspar drew his sword and ordered an advance.

For just a brief moment, simply by playing along with this pathetic fake knight game, victory became this easy. After briefly deceiving them with talk of chivalry or whatever, didn't they fall for it too easily?

Those Virginia barbarians, showing all sorts of clownish behavior while playing knights in their backwater - there's no way they couldn't be defeated.

What an easy war.

What an easy victory.

With a snicker, Gaspar rushed forward with confidence.

And exactly 2 hours and 43 minutes later.

The Spanish army was half-destroyed.