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Along the banks of the Gris River, the sky was gradually brightening.
In the forest, Raban and the Nightsong Tiger were hiding under the bushes, silently watching the nobles' army pass through the forest noisily. This was not surprising, as even the regular army of the Kingdom could not achieve such a high level of discipline.
Of course, mercenaries were much better. At least they had the awareness of being ambushers. Hundreds of mercenaries were holding their breaths and hiding along the banks of the Gris River, waiting for the last noble soldier to enter the predetermined battlefield.
Hundreds of crossbows, long and short bows were about to aim at the prey that was entering their shooting range.
"Although these guys don't seem to be very strong," the Nightsong Tiger said as he looked out of the forest: "But these scouts are still very experienced, they just lack some combat experience."
The leader of the Fire Ground Corps glanced at the man beside him. He knew that this man did not have a name, only a nickname.
He had never heard of the Nightsong Bird before.
"You only lack a little combat experience? You're the only one who dares to say that! "Raban couldn't help but think.
As a former captain of Karsuk's cavalry, Raban was much more knowledgeable than the average person. He was well aware that Macsen's scouts were top-notch even in the regular army. However, this man and his mercenaries were too powerful.
He saw with his own eyes how the Mercenaries of Lopes killed a group of nobles' scouts. They leaped up, mounted their horses, killed them, and threw away the corpses in one go. The corpses of the nobles' scouts were still lying in the forest, with only their body temperature left. However, the dead could not stand up and complain about the words of the mercenary leader.
The former captain of the cavalry could not help but feel a chill run down his spine. That level of courage and tacit cooperation made him wonder if these guys were really mercenaries.
And this guy was only the young lord's servant. He probably wasn't even a Knight. Of course, Raban could not guess who Brando was, but that did not stop him from making a judgment. As a veteran captain of the cavalry, he was more observant than most people when it came to details.
When Brando captured Graudin, he already knew that this young man was extraordinary before Jutta and Cornelius. At the same time, he was also the first to suspect Brando's intentions. A noble like Brando did not need to come to such a remote place, right?
So what was his purpose?
Raban might seem like a careless person, but he was keenly aware of Brando's ambitions, which was why he sided with him from the start.
After leaving Karsuk's cavalry, he worked tirelessly to establish this mercenary group. Of course, he was not someone who was willing to be ordinary. Raban had been looking for someone to serve among the nobles for a long time, but most of the time, the people he looked up to would look down on him. Most of the people who looked up to him were people like Graudin, who was despised by the nobles.
That was until Brando presented him with this opportunity.
The two of them hit it off immediately.
While Raban was lost in his thoughts, the nobles' army slowly entered the forest.
After crossing the Gris River, Lord Menta slowed down. Although it seemed like the rioters did not stay behind, he was a cautious person. There was nothing wrong with being careful.
However, this cautiousness did not come from his innate sensitivity towards war and military matters, but from his personality.
That was why when his youngest son caught up to him, Lord Macsen still had his mercenaries and private soldiers move forward through the forest by the riverside. The noises made by the soldiers along the way annoyed him.
However, there was no point in restraining them. At most, he could only control them for a while.
Instead, he looked at the knights around him and felt a little satisfied. These knights were his old subordinates and were truly seasoned warriors. Even though they were covered in armor, their calm eyes were constantly observing the surrounding forest under their masks. They always held their swords and maintained the necessary vigilance.
A true Knight was a professional soldier who had practiced the art of war for a long time. Naturally, they were different from others. Even their attendants, the noble soldiers who followed behind the gigantic dragon mounts and waved various banners, seemed to be better trained than the mercenaries.
But that was just how it looked.
Lord Macsen instinctively frowned when the group entered the narrow path between the forests. But just as he was thinking about whether they would encounter any trouble, the sound of horses galloping could be heard from behind him.
There were only his second son's men at the back of the group. He had personally assigned them to him. There were a total of fifty men, and he thought that it would be enough for him to deal with them for a while. However, he didn't expect that the other party would be able to make these people obedient. This was beyond his expectations.
"What new tricks did that kid come up with?" With that thought in mind, Lord Macsen turned around and saw the familiar face that made the corners of his eyes twitch as he chased after him on horseback with a few men behind him.
Samuel loved and hated his son at the same time.
When Carglise approached the group, he pulled on the reins and slowed the horse down. The young man stood upright on the horse in the most standard knight posture, like a straight sharp knife. He casually pushed the messy hair on his forehead to the side and let out a sigh.
"Father."
"What's wrong?"
The young man smiled shyly and asked: "Father, how long has it been since the scouts came back?"
Lord Macsen was startled as he realized the problem. However, he did not want to admit it and asked in a displeased tone: "Why do you ask? They're only a little late. They might have gone too far. You know that my men always have too much energy —"
Carglise raised his head and glanced at the forest.
"Not necessarily." He said casually.
"You little bastard!" Lord Macsen cursed in his heart: "What are you trying to say?"
Carglise couldn't help but chuckle as he stared at his father with a strange expression: "Everyone says that Lord Macsen is a cautious person, but that's not necessarily the case …" Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed that Macsen's expression was getting darker and darker. "But Father, aren't you a little too bold? You knew that there was a problem with the scouts, but you still allowed the army to enter the forest?" Carglise quickly changed his words.
Although that was what he said, he didn't seem to be worried at all. After all, their opponents were just a bunch of rioters. No matter how strong they were, they were just a bunch of mobs.
The young man thought highly of himself and naturally did not put Brando's mercenaries in his eyes.
Of course, if he knew what kind of danger was lurking in the forest, he would not think that way.
"Since when did you have the right to lecture an old man like me?" Lord Macsen interrupted him: "You weren't even born when I was fighting!"
"Yes, yes, Father. Let's stop the army first."
Lord Macsen looked around and was a little worried. But at least he found a way out. He raised his hand and the messenger immediately passed down his order.
After a short commotion, the army stopped.
But once they stopped, Carglise immediately noticed that something was wrong before the experienced Knight. He raised his head and looked into the forest, frowning deeply.
It was not only him. When the young man smelled that something was wrong, the other Knight present also sensed that something was wrong.
The forest was too quiet.
… …
Raban also frowned. That noble had stopped outside the ambush circle. If he had just a little bit more time, he could have taken the initiative to attack. But this matter was suddenly suspended in the air.
He took a deep breath and stared at every detail outside the forest. After some thought, he decided to wait a little longer. In his career as a Karsuk knight, Raban learned that he had to remain calm on the battlefield. This was how he could see the situation clearly and win the final victory.
But this time, he was wrong.
The Nightsong Tiger also stared in that direction. He had already sensed that something was wrong. It was not normal for the nobles' army to stop as soon as the horseman entered the group. He first suspected that the enemy had discovered their presence.
But whether or not the enemy had discovered them, he knew that he had to make a decision.
The Subterrane Dwellers were about a hundred meters away from the nobles' army. They were equipped with the four-armed crossbows given to them by the humans for the first time. Tagiv had always wanted these weapons, but Graudin was not foolish enough to hand them over to his enemies.
Of course, it was a different story when they joined Brando's group.
A hundred meters was a long distance for a human. Even an Iron-ranked warrior would need a few seconds to cross this distance, let alone in the forest.
But it was enough for the Subterrane Dwellers.
The Nightsong Tiger made a decision.
"Send the signal —" He ordered in a deep voice.
"Wait," Raban was puzzled: "The distance is too far. They haven't entered our ambush yet."
"We have the absolute advantage in numbers and strength. The ambush is just icing on the cake," the Nightsong Tiger answered decisively: "But if we wait for them to react, the situation will be out of our control."
"My lord wants to capture that knight. That is the main point of this battle." The Nightsong Tiger continued.
Raban was stunned for a moment before he understood.
It was indeed so.
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