Leto and Mano finally chose to believe Brando's words. A person can speak so convincingly, even if he lies, he must at least have some confidence and ability in his heart. The key is that Brando gave them a sufficient
The reason is remuneration - mercenary and remuneration are inseparable words, remuneration is like a retreat - it can make everything unreasonable become reasonable.
It didn't take much time for more than a dozen experienced mercenaries to gather together. They communicated with gestures, and horses galloped out of the crowd one by one, and then gathered together. In a moment, they were all there.
These mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary people. Brando thought to himself.
However, he still asked the security cavalry to gather together. He needed to divide the people in his hands into two groups. Although these guys were a bit unbearable, they were not useless for training.
Brando let his horse run around these people, and then he stopped on one side, holding a pocket watch and estimating the time.
Many of the refugees who were slowly moving forward in a long queue in the distance were looking at the cavalry team of more than 20 people, guessing what they wanted to do. Many of them joined later and did not
Knowing Brando, I was deeply impressed by the female knight riding a horse to maintain order along the line.
They kept asking who the girl was, so Freya's identity also rose from the militia captain at the beginning to the security cavalry captain in the mouth of the citizens, and then she became a member of the White Mane Swordsmen or the Butch Guard Captain.
.In short, at least he is their leader. They only need to follow that figure, and she will naturally lead them out.
The slender second hand moved for the last time, and Brando fixed the time at this moment——
He raised the elf sword and pointed forward. The cavalry team immediately moved forward slowly with him. Under his instructions, the riders gathered together and rushed towards the high ground along an unremarkable route.
"What is he doing?"
"If we charge straight up like this and that team of skeleton cavalry doesn't appear in that direction, wouldn't we look like fools?" Mano couldn't help but ask.
"If those monsters appear in the other direction and launch a counterattack, the refugees will be dispersed before we can rescue them. That kid doesn't know how to fight, and you actually believe what he says." Another person said.
"Don't you believe it too?"
"I'm just doing it because of the money." The man was startled and immediately retorted.
Brando had already issued an order for the cavalry to speed up. The people and horses were rolling, making a rumbling sound on the river beach. There were still two seconds left. Brando estimated the time and they reached the high ground first. The riders had just turned over.
After passing the gentle slope, I was shocked.
They saw a group of about forty skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side, which showed that Brando had chosen the right direction, caught the opponent off guard, and seized the high ground first.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the young man with surprise - how did he judge?
As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. But Brando only glanced at the opposite side, waved his sword twice, and then put his horse forward to point out a tangent line to everyone——
He wants them to charge.
But this is not the time to charge at all, it’s too impatient! What if those undead turn to different predictions? Besides, no one knows how fast they start.
Sent out first!
They should take another look, contact and test each other. As long as they firmly hold the high ground, the first mover will always be the first mover.
Not only the mercenaries, but also the cavalry of the security team have set their sights on Brando. This young man allowed them to magically take the upper hand from the beginning, which has given them a little confidence, so they are unwilling to put this at this moment.
Give away the advantages.
But Brando seemed not to see it, and kept pointing his sword in that direction. It only meant one thing-knights, attack forward!
Then he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, walked half a circle around his cavalry - and rushed out at the lead.
"If you are brave, come with me——"
"If you can't catch them, at least drive them below the high ground."
Brando shouted, his leading actions seemed to inject a kind of power into the hearts of these people, that kind of power is called confidence. In the era when Eruin was the most powerful, knights and nobles were like flags on the battlefield,
Where they are, it is the will of this kingdom——
Invincible.
However, for many years, this country has no longer seen that kind of atmosphere. It seems that it can only recall its most glorious years in the twilight, but even these memories will disintegrate and pass away little by little.
But at this moment, there was a figure on the high ground outside the small Riedenberg, like a bolt of lightning in the darkness, piercing down, as if it was about to mark the beginning of an era.
Ciel stared at his lord's back, his eyes bright, and he couldn't help but put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. He let the war horse move and gallop down.
Two people rode in pairs, galloping side by side.
Mano pulled out his scimitar as if he had been injected with blood, and looked angrily at the figure that jumped out in front of him. The man and the horse were one, and his movements were so meticulous that he couldn't find a single fault: "You said he doesn't know how to do it?
riding?"
"He really didn't know how to do it at first."
"Then you must have been tricked by him, haha."
"Fuck your motherfucker!" an angry voice said.
The riders raised their weapons one after another, shouted in unison, and then rolled down like a torrent. At that moment, even the most timid security cavalry among them felt their blood boiling - in the rolling torrent, personal strength was integrated into
Within a huge group, it seems to give people the illusion that they are omnipotent and invincible.
As soon as the war horses moved, they believed that they would win.
The girl didn't know when she picked up the white porcelain teacup again, but the tea had already cooled down. She was holding it with both hands, and she was fascinated by it. When Overwell talked about the knights starting to charge, her light silver-gray eyes glowed.
A kind of magical brilliance comes.
After a long while, she asked in confusion: "He started to charge?"
Then he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, asking and answering: "How wonderful, it seems like we have returned to our most glorious era. The knights of Eruin hold horns and fluttering swallow-tailed flags, and their attendants carry
Holding the square flag. When the horn sounded, the knights marched forward, and the battlefield was a sea of flags, embroidered with the golden coat of arms of Corcova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elsen, and the coat of arms of Anlek.
The kingdom is invincible—"
Overwell coughed. He knew that this princess had ambitions that were beyond the reach of ordinary members of the royal family. He couldn't help but sigh. It would be great if she were a boy. Compared with the headstrong eldest son of Oberg VII and the
With a weak-tempered younger son, this princess is more like a heroic figure.
It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people.
The girl also realized her gaffe, but she naturally put it down and asked: "Then, did they win?"
Overwell said: "Of course, please listen to me, veteran."
The princess nodded.
In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword seemed to always point forward, and ahead was a road leading to miracles. They began to charge, accelerate, and roll down - the group of skeleton cavalry turned desperately and then started, but they
The route seemed to be completely within Brando's expectations.
More than thirty cavalrymen were like a heavy hammer smashing into those fragile formations. Brando waved his hand, and the half-moon-shaped wind pressure swept away four skeleton soldiers on horseback with a sword - they were killed.
The compressed air hit their fragile ribs, causing the ribs to dent and break, then the spine, and then the entire body flew up - and fell down.
There was a clicking sound, and a huge hole suddenly appeared on the side of the Skeleton Cavalry.
Brando roared angrily and moved forward. The skeleton soldier who blocked him was blown away by him with his sword and man. He also knocked down another skeleton cavalry with his man and his horse. Then the experienced mercenaries on both sides of him swarmed up.
, tearing open this gap and then passing through the center of this group of undead scout cavalry——
The zombie wizard in charge only had time to read the second verse of the spell before he was killed by Brando with a sword. It fell from the skeleton horse and instantly turned into a pile of burning white flames.
Brando led the riders across, and only one of the security cavalry had a hole in his arm. He led everyone to turn the horses' heads, and at that moment he seemed to be one with himself in the game when he was the leader of the attacking group -
- He raised his sword, and countless golden light spots appeared on each skeleton cavalry that was struck - they rose into the air, and then headed straight for Brando.
With 531 experience points, skeleton soldiers are the lowest level of arms in Madara, but skeleton cavalry have more experience than ordinary lower-level corpse witches. Because they are not only more powerful, but also have extraordinary agility. It is difficult for ordinary war horses to catch up with these.
Pure bones.
After losing the corpse witch, the skeletons lacking intelligence began to rely on instinct. Their instinct was to destroy living creatures. They gathered together and prepared to charge.
But Brando easily commanded the mercenaries to bypass them and reoccupy the high ground. The two collided again. As a result, another security cavalry was hit with a sword in the thigh. Brando gained another 131 experience points, and then the skeleton
The cavalry squad was completely wiped out.
Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest in place, and then he took him and Charles to clean up the battlefield. When he saw the scattered skeletons and the skeletal horses that fell to the ground after losing their owners, everyone
I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
They actually won like this, with only two people injured.
But they didn't know that Brando's understanding of the tactics of Madara's skeleton cavalry was probably deeper than that of the corpse witches who commanded those skeleton cavalry. The young man was riding on the horse, staring at the mist alone.
On the east side, pursed lips: Madala is like an old enemy of his. He has never defeated him in the game, but now it is different.
There was nothing valuable about the skeleton cavalry. Brando just checked it a little, and then asked Uriel to collect all their swords. Madara's Black Underworld Sword is also considered one of the better ones among the whiteboard swords.
——After all, not all craftsmen of every race have the same opportunity as the undead craftsmen to use the fire of souls to hammer steel.
Then he pointed to Leto and Mano in the distance and said: "Listen to the sound."
At this time, Mano and Leto looked at Brando completely differently. In the previous battle, he not only proved his commanding ability, but his superb swordsmanship and terrifying strength also deeply shocked everyone present.
people.
Every skeleton that dared to cross swords with him had half of its body bones shattered and flew out, and even Madara's soul steel was bent and broken under that elf sword.
Especially, the confidence that this young man possesses - as long as I have charged with him, I will probably become obsessed with that passionate feeling.
Mano and Leto were startled and immediately listened carefully. But they immediately heard a buzzing sound.
"Army of skeletons, no, sea of skeletons."
To Brando's expectation, it was Leto who spoke first, and his judgment was quite accurate. He turned back and took a closer look at the so-called bar owner. It seemed that the other person's identity was not as simple as it seemed.
He had long suspected that these mercenaries had an origin, and with such strength, they were probably not just ordinary people who worked for the war.
Mano's face also changed. The number of skeletons on that side of the mist must be tens of thousands. He couldn't help but look back at Brando. How did this young man know? If he didn't know, then he would judge the attacking team of undead.
The timing of the scout cavalry was chosen too well.
It can simply be said to be just right.
If the group of undead scout cavalry is not eliminated, I am afraid they will really fall into extreme passivity now. Unless they abandon the refugees and escape, it seems that neither Brando nor Freya will agree.
"Do you want to go up and take control?" Renault's face darkened and he asked.
"No, they can't catch up with us without the cavalry." Brando waved his hand: "You just need to know about this matter, there is no need to say it. I know Madara's tactical intentions very well, and since you are following me
, I will have the confidence to take you out——"
"But one thing is, the battle is inevitable. Every one of us may die here. The battle will be fierce. It will not be such a small fight this time. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"Be mentally prepared," Mano chuckled: "We are mercenaries, boy. If you want to talk about this, we are much stronger than you. Let me tell you one thing, this Leto has experienced the bloody battle in Binok Valley."
Veteran of the November War? Brando glanced at Renault, smiled, sheathed his sword, and did not answer.
Instead, he raised his head and looked at the moon in the east. The moonlight was getting lighter and lighter, and dawn was approaching - and at least before the morning light rose, they would not encounter ghosts that night.