Brando's mind raced. It would be great if he had some sort of scouting ability. For example, Eagle Eye, Omen, Deadman's Vision, or Detection. But when he thought of scouting, he suddenly thought of a possibility. That's right, it's that —
He couldn't help but clench his fists and loosen them to calm himself down.
"Because the River of Daggers is practically undefended, and there's only a squad of undead stationed there. Why wouldn't I break through in that direction?"
Everyone's first reaction was almost the same:
"What, is that true?"
"How is that possible!"
"How do you know?"
Brando raised his hand to silence everyone: "Of course I know. Bretton, do you remember the half-broken statue you found in the Green Village?"
"That's the one that looks like a demon, heavy and heavy." Bretton suddenly came to a realization. Zeta and Ryan had found the item under the collapsed Kalidas Shrine. They had heard that they had discovered traces of a knight nearby, so they had searched the area and found the item.
Brando took out an ebony statue from his pocket: "That's called a Gargoyle, I'm sure you've heard of it. It's one of Buga's basic combat units, and the wizards control it through this thing. "
He placed it on his open palm so that everyone could see it clearly. Most of the young guards had participated in the operation in the Green Village, and they immediately recognized that this little thing was exactly the same as the statue.
"Wait, you're saying you can control that thing?" Someone asked.
"But can it move?"
"It has wings, can it fly?" The scout called Zeta stared at Brando from the back and asked.
"Of course it can fly, and it's not any slower than a Wyvern. You know our Wyvern Knight, right? Their position in Buga is similar to that of a Wyvern Knight, and they're the best scouts on the battlefield. I use it to open up a path to avoid large groups of undead. "
"Yesterday morning, I noticed that Madara's army in the north was in trouble. They had at least three squadrons stranded in Verbin, and they couldn't seal off the north bank of the river in time. Furthermore, due to the problems with their coordination, I believe that the two undead armies in front of us are still unaware of the mistake made by their comrades in the north. "
"Unfortunately, when I was investigating further, the gargoyle was discovered by the troops stationed there. It was attacked and damaged. When I ordered it to return, it crashed in Green Village. "
After Brando said that, Freya suddenly reacted. "So that's how it is. Brando, at that time, you said that you had personal matters to attend to. No wonder you could always lead us to avoid danger. No wonder you insisted on going to the Green Village even though you were seriously injured. You wanted to fix that thing. Why didn't you tell us? "
Just as Brando was about to explain, the future Valkyrie lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Brando. I was wrong too. At that time, I was still angry with you, but I didn't know that you were thinking for everyone. "
Huh?
Brando felt that he was a genius, to be able to come up with such a story in a hurry. However, to be able to make Freya connect the dots from the beginning to the end, it was hard to say whether he was too smart or Freya was too stupid. Seeing her apologetic expression, Brando suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
However, after hearing Freya's words, the people who originally believed 80% of it were now completely convinced. Freya was the best militia in this batch, and Marden had a good impression of her. Furthermore, she was from Bucce, so she couldn't possibly lie to them, right?
Even Bretton couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and ask, "Can that thing move again?"
"It's hard to say, but I'll try my best. I've already reestablished a connection with it, and all that's left is for it to slowly recover. "Brando spoke without thinking. He thought that if it could move, he wouldn't be here talking nonsense with her.
Not to mention the Lich, even Rothko himself would have a hard time dealing with a Level 23 Gargoyle.
Bretton wasn't satisfied with this answer, "You're really hopelessly stupid, to be able to control a Gargoyle in the sky and still be discovered by others. If only we had a scout in the sky right now, things would be much better."
"So someone's ability is to shirk responsibility, is it because you won't fight without me?" Brando taunted.
"Hmph —"
"Alright, stop arguing, we still have to fight our own battles. However, kid, we believe that what you said is true, but Madara's advance party is still in front of us, eyeing us covetously. Do you really think that we can escape with a few hundred people? "Marden muttered to himself and asked.
"That's your responsibility, Captain Marden."
"Well said —" This veteran of the November War couldn't help but look deeply at Brando. He felt that it was a little strange, as if this kid knew what he was thinking. Every time he opened his mouth, he would say something that tickled him. It was like when you wanted to perform in an opera, someone would immediately set up the stage for you. He couldn't help but think that if this kid changed his profession and became the emperor's jester, he would definitely have a bright future.
However, only the heavens knew that Brando knew his character like the back of his hand.
Thinking of this, Marden had already stood up and ordered in a deep voice, "I order the Bucce garrison to gather here, and prepare to break out of the encirclement!"
The surroundings became solemn, and then the guards stood up with a swoosh.
Marden then turned his head and said, "Zeta, go tell the villagers to gather their men. Now it's time for the men of Erouine to protect their homes and loved ones. "
Zeta was stunned and turned his head, "Captain?"
"What are you looking at, are you afraid of death in the end? Let me tell you — now it's time for you to fulfill your promise. Young lads of the Bucce garrison, before dawn, we will launch an attack on Madara's vanguard. I predict that none of you will survive, but it doesn't matter, because the villagers of Bucce will bring our bravery out, and tell everyone in the outside world that we are not afraid of death, and have already fulfilled our responsibilities. "
In Brando's eyes, this veteran of the November War swept his gaze across everyone's face, his expression solemn, "My former commanding officer always told me that dying to protect others without losing honor is the fate of a soldier. Now, I'm giving this sentence to all of you, and I hope that you will remember this honor — "
"So, go do what you have to do. Bretton, I want you to lead the rest of the villagers to break out of the encirclement at the River of Daggers. I only have one request, do you understand? "
"I understand." Bretton's eyes flashed with a trace of light, but he still lowered his head and answered.
"Very good." Marden nodded, "Kid, and Freya, the two of you. I want you to immediately join the Bucce garrison as militia, do you have any objections? "
Freya immediately shook her head.
But Brando nodded in front of everyone, "I have an objection."
Marden paused for a moment: "Speak," he could not help but look at Brendel: "But if you're a coward who's afraid of death, then you can get the hell out of here. Bucce's guards will never accept cowards."
There was a burst of low laughter, but surprisingly, Bretton did not say a word. Brando turned his head to look at that guy, and was somewhat surprised. But his gaze fell on the Roman, and he remembered the merchant girl's words.
"I've never seen them before, for as long as I can remember, it was my aunt who was by my side. She said, little Roman, when you grow up, you have to repay her! "
"So you want to be a merchant?"
"Yes."
"What a strange idea."
"It's fine."
Brando smiled in his heart and raised his head. "Captain Marden, your decision from Bucce's point of view is not a problem, but have you forgotten a problem?"
"What problem?" Marden was stunned again, and he was even more curious about this kid.
"The three towns of Bucce are the buffer zone of Fortress Riedon, and the garrison of Bucce has always been the sentinel of Fortress Riedon. If we choose to leave, then what will happen to Fortress Riedon without any warning? If you say that we're doing our duty, then I don't think so. "
Brando spoke frankly, but the expressions of the others gradually changed. He was right, if that was the case, then they really did not do their duty. If Madara was lucky enough to break through Fortress Riedon's defense line, then the defense system of Fort Vermier- Fortress Riedon would be in danger.
And the whole Grinoires region would be under the attack of the undead army. Thinking that one day, Madara's army would arrive at Braggs, the youths could not help but be speechless.
But what could they do?
"We've already done our best."
"Under the circumstances, we can only do so much."
"It's not that we gave up on Fortress Riedon, it's that Fortress Riedon gave up on us!"
Marden stared at Brando, and he knew that if this young man was willing to say it, then he must have a solution.
"Yes, I know of a way to break through to Fortress Riedon. Although the chances are slim, it's better than nothing. " Brando spoke as if he had squeezed out all the air in his chest, and he let out a deep breath.
He turned back to look at the Roman, and the future merchant girl lowered her head, thinking about something, and grabbed her bag anxiously.
"Which one?"
"The Zeville Mountain Path."
Marden could not help but take a deep breath. Although he searched his memory, he still subconsciously avoided this place. He wanted to remind Brando, and ask him if he knew the dangers of this place. The mountain path was in the south of the Beldor Forest, passing through the Pine River Valley, and was close to the border between Erouine and the Barbarian Forest.
Once they crossed the valley, they would reach the edge of civilization, and there would be no end to it. Ever since the Year of the Howling (L.350), no one who entered the valley had ever come out alive.
There was a rumor that there was a dragon in the valley.
He felt that attacking Madara would at least give him a chance of survival, but sending his men there would be like throwing meat buns at a dog. He thought for a while, and still could not get rid of this deep-rooted thought.
"That's a dead end, young man." The old soldier could not help but shake his head.
"Being responsible doesn't require you to do it, you only need to do it before." Brando replied.
"But I can't send my young men there to die. That would be irresponsible to them. A warrior should die with honor like a warrior."
"It's fine." Brando replied, "I'll go."
There was dead silence.
"What? Say that again?" Marden was dumbfounded.
"I'll go."
"Why? The responsibility of the Bucce Garrison has nothing to do with you. Young man, if you want to be brave, you might as well join us." The old soldier could not help but ask.
"No, I'm not trying to be brave." Brando turned to look at Roman and smiled, "I have a reason why I must go. As for the other reasons, they are just incidental. So, little Roman, are you willing to go with me? "
"Brando?"
Roman was stunned. He raised his head, and his face was full of surprise.
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