Lord Macsen naturally had to return to the army to command his subordinates after dealing with the sudden situation on his side with much difficulty.
However, it was only at this moment that he could not help but rejoice. Thankfully, he was fighting against a bunch of mobs. If it was really a battle between two armies, he really could not spare the time to restrain his lawless son.
But different people had different thoughts. The moment Lord Macsen turned around, the young man's subordinates surrounded him. Noticing that the Patriarch's thunderous fury did not fall on their heads, they could not help but let out a sigh of relief. However, with a curiosity unique to youths of their age, they asked softly, "Young Master, are we going to war?"
The young man nodded and smiled nonchalantly: "Of course we're going to war. They're just a bunch of rioters. How can they be more powerful than the natives? Remember, our future enemies may be the true elites of this kingdom. As for these rioters, let them be the first stepping stones on our path forward — "
"But from what my lord said, they seem to be very powerful!"
"Don't worry, even the most outstanding commoners have limited knowledge." The young man snorted: "Besides, I still don't know my father's intentions. He's just stalling for time. Does he think I can't see through it? Even if he says they're powerful, they might not be powerful. But it doesn't matter. Let's see what else he can say after I've shut him up! "
He looked at Lord Macsen's disappearing figure and couldn't help but smile slyly.
… …
The light in the room became brighter.
But the argument outside the window grew louder and louder. Brando furrowed his brows and stood up. He walked around the walnut desk and came to the window to see what was going on in the courtyard.
Through the white window, he saw Bosley, Amandina, and his three subordinates arguing about something. The Silver Elf Princess stood at the side and seemed to be mediating. On the other side, Scarlett leaned on her halberd under a black pine tree. She bit on a blade of grass as she looked over, seemingly uninterested in what was going on.
"What's going on?"
Brando did not understand why these people were arguing, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided to go down and see what was going on. After all, it was not a good thing for his own core members to quarrel.
But just as he opened the door, a black shadow crashed into him. If not for Brando's quick reaction, the two of them would have collided. He took a step back and saw that it was Felaern. She also took a step back. "My lord!" She sorted out her emotions and handed over a piece of paper.
"What's the matter?" Brando was surprised. [What day is it today? Things are happening one after another.] He took the paper and closed the door as he walked out. He lowered his head and looked at the paper in surprise: "Samuel's troops have already passed Gris Ferry?"
The Samuel he spoke of course was Lord Macsen.
Long before the battle with the Subterrane Dwellers, the mercenaries had already spread out along the banks of Gris River. After taking back the sawmill, Brando, who withdrew his hand, had his eyes and ears spread out between Abies and Gris Ferry. That was why the moment Lord Macsen crossed Gris River, the news had already reached him.
Felaern followed behind him and nodded: "Yes, my lord."
"Then shouldn't they have mobilized since yesterday? This is much earlier than The Shire expected. This guy isn't simple. "Brando couldn't help but sigh.
Of all the reliable people around him, the one who was most familiar with the nobles of Aouine and the art of war was none other than Ciel. According to the young wizard's judgement, Lord Macsen would not move too early. The rules of the game between the nobles of Aouine were set in stone, and normal people would not be able to overstep them.
Of course, Brando was an outsider who didn't know anything about the game.
If it can't be early, then it can only be late. Judging from the indecisiveness and cowardice of the nobles in Aouine, Ciel had set Menta's troops to be deployed two days later. But now, it seems that this knight's ability is above the average of the lower nobles in Aouine.
"How many people are there?" Brando asked.
"A few hundred, but not more than a thousand." Felaern replied expressionlessly: "But Cornelius's scouts didn't dare to go too deep into Gris River. I don't know if there are any follow-up."
"Don't worry, there aren't any," Brando shook his head: "Samuel is just a retainer. How many people can he have? It's just a few hundred, "he couldn't help but smile bitterly:" They look down on us … "
"Compared to my lord's strange way of thinking, I'd rather everyone look down on us." Felaern looked at him and took the initiative to speak.
Brando smiled and let go of the topic, but he suddenly remembered something. "By the way," he asked, "I thought I mentioned that there were several fords on the forested side of the river from the crossing of the Giles to the Grahal Hill, east of here? It's a little troublesome to cross the river, but Cornelius's scouts shouldn't have any problems crossing the river, right? "
"Yes, but who would want to die?"
"That's why mercenaries are inferior to professional soldiers," Brando shook his head: "Of course, I'm not talking about you."
"The Mercenaries of Lopes are about the same." Felaern replied. Even though mercenaries were known to make a living in war, they didn't follow orders like real soldiers. In fact, they saw war as a business, and would only do as much as the buyer paid them.
Most mercenaries were used for a single mission in a war, and their employers were well aware of this fact. Most of them used mercenaries to make up for a temporary lack of military strength. Other than Graudin, who was a local tyrant, very few people would use them as their main force, even if most of them had outstanding personal qualities and experience.
In a real war, discipline was often the most important thing. This was the reason why Brando did not reorganize the mercenaries. It was difficult to change the undisciplined nature of the veterans, so he planned to put all of them into the Amber Sword mercenary band, and let them perform their duties in future wars.
In this era, using mercenaries was a common thing.
As for his army, it would be recruited from the locals, and then he would take in a few outstanding talents from the mercenaries. To put it bluntly, he did not intend to use the mercenaries, but he only had the outline of his own army in his mind, and it was only the beginning of the blueprint that he had laid out.
In his opinion, there were a lot of things to do.
Brando did not receive any news from the north, but the kind Knight must have received the news and started to gather his troops. With his loyalty to Graudin, the Knight would definitely move his troops to them as soon as possible.
However, Brando was not worried when he thought about the elite Knights under Lord Palas' command. Instead, he felt that it was a pity. They were the most professional soldiers in Tónigel, and they had been learning the art of war since young. If only they could be of use to him.
Of course, he knew that it was just wishful thinking. Brando crumpled the paper into a ball and put it in his pouch. He had already let go of this matter. He knew that military matters could only be done one step at a time, just like how rice could only be eaten one bite at a time.
However, he was not surprised by Lord Macsen's decision to send out his troops. The battle against the Subterrane Dwellers was not without a purpose. Tagiv and his tribesmen had already sealed off the area from the river to Abies.
As for Lord Macsen's fate, Brando did not need to spend too much effort to think about it. A few hundred private soldiers, a few Knights, and perhaps a few mercenaries, against a thousand Subterrane Dwellers, the outcome was obvious.
"What's going on down there?" Brendel asked after putting the matter aside.
Felaern shook her head. "I don't know." She saw the quarreling party when she passed by the courtyard, but she didn't pay much attention to it due to the cold indifference of a young lady.
Brando nodded and did not ask any more questions. The two of them passed through the dark spiral staircase and arrived at the main hall on the first floor. Compared to a few days ago when Brando flipped out here, this place had been refurbished. Even the long table had been changed. The sounds of arguing in the courtyard became clearer.
However, the first thing Brando saw was the Roman sitting at the other end of the long table. Her entire body was leaning on the table. She wore a pair of strange spectacles, and her small arms were pressed against a large pile of parchment as if she was copying something.
As for the argument outside the courtyard, she turned a deaf ear to it.
Of course, when the Roman heard the noise behind her, she suddenly turned around. When she saw the young man, her small face immediately bloomed into a smile. She raised her head and called out in a crisp voice, "Brando!"
Brando shook his head and walked over to take off the spectacles on the girl's thin nose. He asked in an annoyed tone, "What are you doing with that look on your face?"
"Settling accounts." The merchant girl raised her small chin and answered as if it was a matter of course.
Brando nodded in understanding. Ever since he took over Abies, all of Graudin's private property had been taken over as spoils of war. Apart from the rewards and rewards given to the mercenaries after the war, there was also a large sum of money left behind.
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