Lord Palas thought that he had seen through Brando's intentions.
But the old Knight would never understand what kind of existence was fighting against him on the other side of the forest. Just like how Brando was familiar with every lord of Erouine, whether they were in the past, present, or future, whether they were powerful or poor.
He was familiar with them like he was familiar with his own fingerprints.
From the Year of Summer Leaves to the beginning of the Second Era, he had interacted with every lord of Erouine, big or small.
If Lord Palas knew that Brando was able to call out his nickname from decades ago, he might have reconsidered his choice.
But there was no 'if' in history.
When Brando received the news that the old Knight had retreated from his study in Abies, he couldn't help but smile. He threw the report from 'Raven' back onto the table.
Raven was the name he gave to the first line Magi scouts. Because they often used ravens to transmit information, the nickname spread like wildfire in the army.
"What a pity." Raban also read the report. The former captain shook his head in disappointment: "That old man is really cautious. If he didn't act rashly, we would have won half of this war —"
"It's not a good habit to place your hopes on the enemy, Captain Raban." Amandina stood beside Brando and looked at him coldly.
As time went by, her prestige in the group increased day by day. Even though she was reprimanding him, it did not make Raban feel that there was anything wrong with it. It was as if it was a matter of course, and it was the way it should be.
Raban smiled: "I just feel that it's a pity. Now that he has retreated, we will have to face a tough battle."
"That's not necessarily true." Brando replied softly.
He knew that the old Knight was cautious, but he had an unyielding character in his blood. Just like how he understood the old Knight's preferred style of fighting and what kind of choices he would make.
This so-called report was just a small trap he had arranged.
No matter what choice he made, it would not be out of his expectations.
Amandina glanced at him from behind. She had known about this plan since the day Tagiv left the city, and his arrangements had left her in disbelief. It did not seem like a strategy, but more like a prediction.
But now, this prediction had come true.
Amandina was also a little dumbfounded. She looked at Brando's back in a daze.
"Not necessarily?" Raban did not understand.
"Lord Palas graduated from the Royal Academy when he was young and participated in the November War. He is the most serious of the academy's officers." Brando replied: "Did you know that on the wall of the Royal Academy, there is a sentence written in Cruz language —"
"To The Knight's goal is to prevent the other party's's goal."
"This sentence is the core of Erouine's military philosophy, and it is regarded as a classic by all the officers who graduated from the academy."
Raban nodded. Even Cornelius and Metisha nodded in agreement. Raban was born in the army, so he was not unfamiliar with this saying. However, Cornelius had decades of experience in the field, so he could understand the truth behind this saying. Cornelius had the same experience as Cornelius, and he could see the truth behind this saying.
As for Metisha, the princess' understanding of war did not need to be explained.
"So it's the same for Lord Palas," Amandina snapped out of her daze and whispered: "Is that right, my lord?"
"Yes, my lord."
Brando continued: "That's why I sent the Subterrane Dwellers to harass, plunder, and invade Palas's territory.
We are like cornered beasts, and we need to find an opportunity to break the stalemate before Count Randner's army gathers. "
"Isn't that our situation?" Raban asked.
"Yes," Brando nodded: "But is there really such a foolish enemy? Would he tell you the truth so that you can complete a 'Critical Strike'? "
Brando leaned back in his chair, not looking like a lord at all. Amandina's brows were furrowed, and Felaern's expression was not any better.
However, the young man seemed to be in a good mood, and he blurted out a game term.
“Criticalstrike？”
"It's an ancient language," Brando lied without batting an eyelid: "It's called Critical Strike."
Raban nodded in agreement.
"That's why this is the reverse way of thinking," Metisha whispered: "If we ask for a battle, he will not let us do as we wish. But on the other hand, according to the strict way of thinking, the enemy will not expose his weakness to us so directly. He will definitely find a way to hide his goal. "
"Unless this is a trap." Raban continued.
"What kind of message is this trap trying to convey?" Cornelius asked.
"The enemy wants to stall for time." Raban replied. He had obviously put himself in Lord Palas's shoes.
"Then the way to destroy this goal is to send out troops as soon as possible."
"But what if this is a double trap?" The discussion quickly became heated.
"So no matter what, there are only two choices left." Amandina pulled herself out of this train of thought and calmly answered: "Either we wait for the army to gather, or we immediately send out troops and cut the Gordian knot."
But Metisha shook her head.
"Military calculations aren't that simple. After all, this isn't a rock-paper-scissors game that relies solely on analyzing the enemy's mentality — —" the Silver Elf princess replied: "Some things can't be hidden, such as military strength, resources, morale, weather, geography, and possible reinforcements."
"These two choices and this information are enough for Lord Palas to make a choice."
"Also, there is the factor of personality." Brando added.
After Metisha's reminder, Raban regained his senses and looked at Brando in confusion. "Then my lord, where is the trap?"
According to the Silver Fairy Princess, Lord Palas should be able to make the correct decision easily.
And it seems that the old Knight did indeed make the correct decision.
Just like what the young lord said, they were like cornered beasts fighting for a chance to break the stalemate before Count Randner's army gathered.
But now that Lord Palas chose to wait for the army to gather, they had lost this precious opportunity.
Isn't that right?
Raban saw Brando shaking his head and smiled: "Didn't I already set up the trap? All of you are in it, and you won't be able to detect it."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
The young lord smiled and tapped his forehead: "The so-called limitation of thinking is that I asked you a question that is neither yes nor no, and you fell into a whirlpool of choices because of this question.
But have you ever thought that this is a real war? There are thousands of possibilities in a war, and there are not only two choices. If you can't jump out of this maze of thinking, then you won't be able to see the third choice. "
Everyone present was stunned.
"The third choice?" Raban asked with a frown.
"If Lord Palas chooses to attack, then he will be attacked head-on, and we will break the stalemate." Brando replied: "But of course he won't be so stupid. I don't think even Graudin will make such a low-level mistake.
But if he chooses to retreat and give me two or three months to delay the war until after the Month of Spring's Dawn, then I will still welcome him. "
Brando shrugged: "What do we lack? Time. "
"But time is not necessarily in our favor, my lord." Amandina's brows were furrowed as usual, as if her brows had not relaxed for the past month.
Raban looked at her and reminded her seriously: "Frowning too much will cause wrinkles, Miss Amandina."
The noble lady rolled her eyes at him. "Anyway, I'll let you take responsibility for it —" She shuddered slightly.
Brendel smiled faintly, as if it was something that gave him a sense of accomplishment to be able to make his assistant relax. He smiled and explained: "Don't worry, time will be on our side in the end."
He was not speaking carelessly. Ever since the Druids returned to his territory, he knew that they would have news about Valhalla. This was no different from history, and he made a series of arrangements for it.
He ordered Tagiv to harass Lord Palas and delay the old Knight's attack, all of it was to achieve this goal.
Only Brando knew what Valhalla meant, so he had to delay the war as much as possible until the legendary territory was under his control. After that, everything would be fine.
Knowing this in his heart, he looked at the others. They looked at him suspiciously, but at least they knew that this young lord never lied.
"But won't that old bastard notice that something is wrong?" Raban still felt that it was a little strange.
"Did you notice it?" Brando asked.
"But that's only for a moment!"
"A moment decides everything, and the final outcome of a war can be changed by one or two small details." Brando shook his head: "The biggest taboo for a commander is to be indecisive, and changing a decision repeatedly is a taboo."
"Moreover, if he decides to retreat today, he will have to deal with Tagiv's harassment from now on. Even if he realizes it, he will have slowed down the pace of gathering his troops, and it will be too late for regrets."
"Then doesn't that mean he will lose no matter what?" Raban asked.
"I gave him a test paper, and the two choices were arranged by me. Why won't he lose?" Brando replied: "Sometimes you need to change your roles, but following your opponent's rhythm is not a good thing."
Brando suddenly stopped talking because he felt the surroundings become quiet. All of his subordinates were looking at him strangely as if they were looking at a monster.
The young man felt awkward. It was not a profound method, but something that Incirsta had played around with. During the Second War of the Black Roses, Sir Black had humiliated the old man like this, and Brando was only using it as a reference.
"So what should we do?" Raban asked: "What should we do?"
"Do your job well," Brendel replied: "This is the second thing I'm going to tell you today. I'm going to leave the territory for a trip that will take a month or more."
He clasped his hands together and interlaced his fingers: "I don't want the territory to be in a mess when I return."
"My lord, you are leaving again?" Amandina frowned: "Schafflund?"
"It's a secret."
The young man put his finger to his lips. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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