Scene 111 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (11) (First update)
Pallas thought he had seen through Brando's purpose.
But this old knight will never understand what kind of existence is fighting him on the other side of this forest. Just like Brando is familiar with every lord of Eruin-no matter he is in the past
Whether he is powerful or impoverished, whether he is in the present or in the future.
He knew these people as well as his own fingerprints.
From the Year of Blossoms and Summer Leaves until the beginning of the Second Age, he had dealt with almost every lord of Eruin, large and small.
If Pallas knew that Brando could call him a nickname that was unknown decades ago, then he might reconsider his choice.
But there is no if in history——
When Brando immediately got the news about the old knight returning to Pallas in his study room in Fir City, he couldn't help but smile and handed over the information from the 'Raven'
Throw it back on the desk.
Raven was his name for the first-line wizard scouts, because those people often used ravens to deliver messages, so this nickname also spread like wildfire in the army.
"It's a pity." Fern also read the report. The former cavalry captain shook his head with some disappointment: "That old guy is really cautious, otherwise as long as he is hot-headed, we will win half of this war -
—”
"It's not a good habit to place your hopes on the enemy, Grand Commander Fern." Antitina stood next to Brando. She glanced at the Grand Commander and replied coldly.
As time went by, the prestige of Brando's first staff member in his group was increasing day by day. Although she was scolding, she did not feel anything wrong when she said it at this time.
It seems like it's natural, that's how it should be.
Fern smiled instead: "I just feel it's a pity. If he retreats, we will face a tough battle next."
"That's not necessarily the case." Brando replied softly.
He knew very well that the old knight was cautious, but he also had an unyielding character flowing in his blood, just like he knew very well what fighting style the other party liked and what choices he would make.
This so-called intelligence is just a small trap arranged by him.
No matter what choice the other party makes, it will not be beyond his expectations.
Hearing what the young lord said, Antitina glanced at him from behind. She had known about this plan since Tajib left the city that day. Brando's arrangement once made her feel incredible - it didn't look like a tactic.
It's almost like a prediction.
But now, this prediction came true.
The staff lady was also a little dumbfounded. She looked at Brando's back and was in a daze.
"Not necessarily?" Fern was puzzled.
"Sir Pallas graduated from the Wangli Military Academy when he was young and participated in the November War. He is the most serious academic non-commissioned officer." Brando replied: "Do you know that the serious officers at the Wangli Military Academy are
There is this sentence written on the wall in Cruz language——"
"'For both parties to the war, the means of war is to achieve the goal and prevent the other party from achieving the goal.'"
"This sentence is the guiding core of Eruin's military thought and is regarded as a classic by all officers with professional backgrounds."
Fern nodded, along with Kerenthia and Metisha who were beside him. Fern came from a military camp and was no stranger to this sentence, but Kerenthia had decades of experience in the wild, and some
The truth is common, so he can see the truth contained in this sentence just by combining it with his own experience——
As for Medissa, this princess-general’s understanding of war does not require any further explanation.
"So the same goes for Pallas," Antitina came back to her senses and asked in a low voice: "Is that right, Lord?"
"Yes."
Brando continued: "So I asked the cavemen to use the entire clan to harass, plunder and invade the Pallas area, just to tell this old gentleman such a message."
"We are in a desperate situation and are eager to find an opportunity to break the situation before Lord Denel gathers his army."
"Isn't that exactly where we are?" Fern asked.
"Yes," Brando nodded: "But is there such a stupid enemy? Will he tell you his true situation so that you can complete a 'critical strike'?"
Brando was leaning on a high-backed chair without a seat, and he didn't look like a lord at all. This made Antitina's brows almost knit together, and Fuluo's face didn't look that good either.
However, the young man seemed to be in a good mood and blurted out game terms.
"critical strike?"
"That's an ancient language," Brando lied without blushing, "It's called a fatal blow."
Fern nodded.
"So this is reverse thinking," Medissa whispered: "We ask for a war, but of course he can't let us do it. But on the other hand - according to the thinking of being strict with the enemy, it is impossible for the enemy to expose his weaknesses so straightforwardly
In front of you, he will definitely try his best to conceal his purpose."
"Unless this is a trap," Fern said.
"What message does this trap convey?" Kerencia asked.
"The enemy hopes to delay time." Fern replied again. He had obviously entered Sir Pallas's thinking perspective.
"Then the way to defeat this purpose is to send troops as soon as possible——"
"But what if it's a double trap?" The discussion quickly became heated.
"So no matter what, there are only two options left." Antitina pulled her mind out of this thinking circuit and replied calmly: "Either stay put until the army is assembled, or send troops immediately to cut off the mess with a quick knife -"
But Medisa shook her head.
"Military deductions are not just that simple. After all, this is not guessing. It only relies on analyzing the opponent's psychology." The little silver elf princess replied: "Some things cannot be concealed. Troop strength, supplies, morale, and weather are related to
Geographical factors, plus possible reinforcements."
"Two choices, plus this information, are enough for Sir Pallas to make a choice."
"We also need to add personality factors." Brando added.
"Then where is the trap arranged by the adults?" After Medissa's reminder, Fern came back to his senses and looked at Brando in confusion.
According to the Silver Elf Princess, isn't it easy for Pallas to make correct judgments?
And it seemed that the old knight had indeed made the right judgment.
Just like what the young lord said, they were in a corner and were eager to find a chance to break the situation before Count Denel's army could gather.
But now Sir Pallas chose to stand still and wait for the army to gather, so they lost this most precious opportunity.
Is not it?
But Fern saw Brando shaking his head, and he smiled and said: "I have already laid the trap, haven't I? Each of you is in it, but you still can't notice it-"
"What?"
Everyone was surprised.
The young lord smiled and nodded his forehead: "The so-called limitation of thinking is that I tell you a question that is either yes or no, and you follow this question and fall into the whirlpool of choice——"
"But you have never thought that this is a real war. In a war, there are thousands of possibilities, not just two choices. If you can't get out of this maze of thinking, then you won't be able to see the third way.
——”
Everyone present was stunned.
"Third way?" Fern asked with a frown.
"If Palas chooses to march, then he will be attacked head-on and we will break the situation directly." Brando replied: "But of course he will not be so stupid. I think even Grudin will not make such a low-level mistake."
"But if he chooses to withdraw his troops and give me two months or even three months to delay the war until after the Spring Dawn Moon, then I will still welcome it."
Brando spread his hands: "What do we lack? Time."
"But time is not necessarily in our favor, Lord." Antitina frowned as always, as if her brows had not relaxed since this month.
Seeing her like this, the young man reminded her seriously: "Frowning your brows often will cause wrinkles, Miss Staff."
The noble daughter rolled her eyes at him: "Anyway, I will let you, Lord, take responsibility -" She was slightly confused.
Brando smiled slightly, as if it was a sense of accomplishment to make the deputy relax a little. He smiled and explained: "Don't worry, time will eventually be on our side."
He was not just talking nonsense. Ever since the druids returned to his territory, he knew that they might already have news about Valhalla. This was exactly the same as in history, so he made a series of arrangements for this.
Including instructing Tajib to harass Pallas and delay the old knight's attack, all in order to finally achieve this goal.
Only Brando understands what Valhalla means, so he must delay the war as long as possible until that legendary territory is in his arms. After that, everything will no longer be a problem.
With this clear in his mind, he looked at the others, who looked at him doubtfully, but at least they knew that this young lord never told lies.
"But won't that old guy notice something is wrong?" Fern still felt a little weird.
"Have you noticed it again?" Brando asked.
"But that's only for a moment!"
"Everything is decided at the moment. Changing the final result in war is actually just one or two details," Brando shook his head. "Indecision is the most taboo for commanders, and repeated changes in decisions are even more taboo for military strategists."
"What's more, once he decides to retreat today, he will have to deal with Tajib's harassment from now on. Even when he realizes it, he has already slowed down the pace of gathering. By then it will be too late to regret."
"Doesn't that mean he's destined to lose anyway?" Fern asked.
"I gave him a test paper. The two answers to choose from were all arranged by me. Why didn't he lose?" Brando replied: "Sometimes you need to change roles, but you can follow the opponent's rhythm in the end.
Not a good thing."
Brando suddenly stopped talking because he felt the surroundings became quiet, and all his men looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at monsters.
The young man suddenly felt embarrassed. In fact, his method was not a mysterious method, but it was just a remnant of Instalong's tricks. This was how the Black Lord humiliated the old gentleman during the Second Black Rose War.
Brando himself can only learn from it at most.
"So?" Fern asked, "What do we do?"
"Do your own thing," Brando replied: "This is the second thing I want to say today. I probably have to leave the territory for a trip, which will probably take a month or more."
He clasped his hands together and intertwined his fingers: "I don't want this place to become a mess when I return to the territory."
"My lord, are you leaving again?" Antitina frowned again: "Shavlund?"