In the end, Retto and Mano chose to believe Brando's words. For a person to be able to speak so confidently, even if he was lying, he would at least have some confidence and ability. The most important thing was that Brendel had given them a sufficient reason, and that was the reward. Mercenaries and rewards were inseparable, and the reward was like an escape route. It could make all the unreasonable things become reasonable.
It did not take much time for more than ten experienced mercenaries to gather together. They used hand signals to communicate, and horses galloped out from the crowd and gathered together. In a few moments, all of them had arrived.
[These mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary people.] Brando thought to himself.
However, he still ordered the security cavalry to gather together. He needed to split his men into two groups. Although these guys were not very good, it was not impossible to train them.
Brando let the horses run around the group once, then he stopped at the side and held his pocket watch, estimating the time.
Far away, the refugees who were slowly moving forward in a long line were looking at the group of 20 people, guessing what they were going to do. Many of them joined later and did not know who he was. Instead, they had a deep impression of the female knight who was maintaining order along the line.
They kept asking who the girl was, and because of that, Freya's identity rose from the militia captain to the security cavalry captain, and then to a member of the White-Mane Swordsman Army or Bucce's security guard captain. All in all, she was at least their leader. All they needed to do was to follow her back. She would naturally lead them out of this place.
The slender second hand moved for the last time, and Brando paused the time at this moment.
He raised his Elven sword and pointed forward. The cavalry immediately moved forward slowly with him. Under his instructions, the riders gathered together and rushed towards the high ground along an ordinary route.
"What is he doing?"
"If we charge straight up, if the skeleton cavalry does not appear in that direction, wouldn't we look like fools?" Mano could not help but ask.
"If the monsters appear in the other direction and counterattack, the refugees will be dispersed before we can rescue them. That kid does not know how to fight, and you actually believe him. "Another person said.
"Didn't you believe him too?"
"I only did it for the money." That person was startled and immediately retorted.
Brando had already ordered the cavalry to speed up. The people and horses moved forward, and there was a rumbling sound on the riverbank. There were still two seconds left. Brando estimated the time, and they reached the high ground first. The riders were stunned when they went over the gentle slope.
They saw a group of about 40 skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side. This meant that Brando chose the right direction and caught the enemy off guard, and even took the high ground first.
Everyone looked at the young man in amazement — how did he judge that?
When the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below them, they began to turn in turn.. But Brendel only glanced at the other side, waved his sword twice, and then let his horse lead the way to the front, pointing out a tangent line.
He wanted them to charge.
But this was not the time to charge at all. It was too impatient! What if the undead turned in a different direction? Moreover, no one knew how fast they could activate. If they were to rush in like this, wouldn't they be giving away their hard-earned advantage?!
They should observe and test each other. As long as they firmly held the high ground, the first move would always be the first move.
Not only the mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the security team looked at Brando. This young man had given them a miraculous advantage at the beginning. This had already given them a little confidence, so at this moment, they were unwilling to give away this advantage.
But Brando did not seem to see it. He kept pointing his sword in that direction, which meant only one thing — Knights, attack!
Then he pulled the reins, turned his horse around, and rode half a circle around his cavalry. Then he took the lead and rushed out.
"Use your courage, follow me —"
"If you can't catch up with them, then at least drive them below the high ground."
Brando shouted. His action of taking the lead seemed to inject a kind of power into the hearts of these people. This kind of power was called confidence. In Erouine's most prosperous era, the Knights and nobles were like the flags on the battlefield. Wherever they were, the will of the kingdom would be directed.
They were invincible.
But for many years, this kingdom could no longer see such a scene. It was as if it could only recall its most glorious era in its twilight years. But even these memories were slowly disintegrating and fading away.
But at this moment, there was a figure on the high ground outside of Fortress Riedon. It was like a bolt of lightning in the dark, piercing straight down, as if it was the prelude to a new era.
The Shire stared at his lord's back. His eyes lit up, and he could not help but put his finger in his mouth and whistled. He urged the warhorse under him to move and galloped down.
The two of them rode side by side.
Mano pulled out his scimitar as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He looked at the figure in front of him in annoyance. The man and horse moved as one, and their movements were meticulous. No one could find any fault with them: "You said he doesn't know how to ride?"
"He didn't know how to ride at first."
"Then you must have been fooled by him, haha."
"F * ck your mother's bullshit!" An angry voice rang out.
The riders raised their weapons and shouted in unison. Then, like a surging flood, they rushed down. At that moment, even the most cowardly of them felt their blood boiling. In the surging flood, the individual's strength merged into a huge group. It gave people the illusion that they were omnipotent and invincible.
Once the horses moved, they believed that they would win.
*****
The young girl picked up the white porcelain teacup again, but the tea was already cold. She held the cup with both hands and listened attentively. When Oberwei talked about the Knight's charge, her pale silver eyes shone with a mysterious light.
After a while, she asked in a daze: "They started to charge?"
Then, as if she was immersed in her own thoughts, she answered her own question: "How good is that? It's as if we have returned to our most glorious era. The Knight of Erouine held a bugle and a swallow-tailed flag. Their attendants held a square flag. When the horn is blown, the knights charge forward, and the battlefield is covered with a sea of flags embroidered with the golden coat of arms of Corvado, Grinoires, and Arreck. The kingdom is invincible wherever it goes. "
Oberwei coughed. He knew that the princess had ambitions that ordinary members of the royal family did not have. He could not help but sigh. How good would it be if she was a boy? Compared to Oberg the Seventh's stubborn eldest son and weak youngest son, this princess was more like a wise ruler of a generation.
Unfortunately, fate made fools of people.
The young girl also realized that she had lost her composure, but she naturally put this matter aside. She asked: "And then, did they win?"
Oberwei said: "Of course, please listen to me one by one."
The princess nodded.
*****
In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword was always pointing forward. What was in front of them was a path to a miracle. They began to charge, accelerate, and roll down. The group of skeleton cavalry desperately turned and moved, but their route was completely within Brando's expectations.
More than 30 cavalrymen were like a heavy hammer smashing into the frail skeleton formation. Brando waved his hand, and a crescent-shaped wind pressure swept away four skeleton soldiers on horseback. The compressed air hit their fragile ribs, and the ribs were dented and broken. Then, the spine was broken, and the whole body flew up and fell down.
Crack! Crack! Crack! A huge hole appeared on the side of the skeleton cavalry.
Brando roared and charged forward. The skeleton soldier blocking his way was sent flying with his sword, and he even knocked down another skeleton cavalry with his horse. Then, the experienced mercenaries on both sides of him swarmed forward and tore open the gap with ease. Then, they actually passed through the middle of the undead cavalry scouts.
The necromancer in charge only had time to recite the second verse of the spell before he was decapitated by Brando. The necromancer fell from the back of the skeleton horse and turned into a pile of white flames in an instant.
Brando led the riders through the skeleton cavalry, and only one of them had a wound on his arm. He led everyone to turn their horses around. At that moment, it was as if he had become one with the leader of the attack in the game. He raised his sword, and every skeleton cavalry that was cut down emitted countless golden light spots. They rose into the air and went straight for Brando.
531 EXP. The skeleton soldiers were the lowest class of soldiers in Madara, but the skeleton cavalry gave more EXP than the ordinary necromancers. Not only were they more powerful, but they were also more agile. It was difficult for ordinary warhorses to catch up with these pure skeletons.
After losing the necromancer, the skeletons, which lacked intelligence, began to act on instinct. Their instinct was to destroy living creatures. They gathered together and were ready to charge.
But Brando easily commanded the mercenaries to bypass them and regain the high ground. The two sides clashed again. In the end, another skeleton cavalry was stabbed in the thigh. Brando gained another 131 EXP, and then the skeleton cavalry was completely wiped out.
Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest. Then, he led his men and The Shire to clean up the battlefield. When they saw the scattered skeletons and the skeleton horses that fell to the ground after losing their masters, everyone could hardly believe their eyes.
They won just like that, and only two of them were injured.
But they did not know that Brando's understanding of Madara's skeleton cavalry's tactics was probably deeper than the necromancers who commanded the skeleton cavalry. The young man rode on the horse and stared at the foggy east, pursing his lips. Madara was like an old enemy that he could not defeat in the game, but it was different now.
The skeleton cavalry did not have anything valuable. Brando just checked a little, and then asked Gaspard to collect their swords. Madara's Onyx Sword was one of the better white swords. After all, not every race had the same craftsmen, and undead craftsmen had the opportunity to use the Flame of the Soul to forge steel.
Then, he pointed to the distance and said to Retto and Mano, "Listen to the sound."
At this time, Mano and Retto looked at Brando in a completely different way. In the previous battle, not only did he prove his ability to command, but his superb swordsmanship and terrifying strength also deeply shocked everyone present.
Those skeletons who dared to fight with him all had half of their bones broken and flew out. Even Madara's Soul Steel was bent and broken by the Elven sword.
Especially the confidence that this young man possessed — as long as one charged together with him, they would probably be infatuated with the feeling of their blood boiling.
Mano and Retto were startled, and immediately listened carefully. But they immediately heard a clattering sound.
"An army of skeletons, no, a sea of skeletons."
To Brando's surprise, it was Retto who spoke first, and his judgment was quite accurate. He looked back and carefully looked at the so-called bar owner. It seemed that the other party's identity was not as simple as it seemed. He had long suspected that these mercenaries had a background. With such strength, they were probably not just ordinary people who worked for the war.
Mano's expression also changed. The number of skeletons on the other side of the fog was probably in the thousands. He could not help but look back at Brando. How did this young man know? If he didn't know, then he had chosen the perfect time to attack the undead scouts.
It could be said that it was just right.
If the undead cavalry was not eliminated, they might really be in a passive situation now. Unless they abandoned the refugees and escaped, but it seemed that neither Brando nor Freya would agree.
"Should we go up and restrain them?" Reynold's expression darkened and asked.
"No need. Without the cavalry to restrain them, they can't catch up to us." Brando waved his hand and said, "About this matter, it's enough that you know, there's no need to say it. I know Madara's tactical intentions very well, and since you are following me, I am confident that I can bring you out of here — "
"But there's one thing, the battle is unavoidable. Every one of us can die here. The battle will be very fierce, and it won't be a small fight like this one. You better be mentally prepared. "
"Mentally prepared." Mano laughed. "We are mercenaries, kid. If we want to talk about this, we are much better than you. Let me tell you one thing, this Retto has experienced the bloody battle of Binock Valley. "
Veteran of the November War? Brando looked at Reynold and smiled. He sheathed his sword and did not answer.
He raised his head and looked at the moon in the east. The moonlight was getting fainter, and dawn was coming — at least before the sun rose, they would not encounter any ghosts tonight.
He sighed in relief.
*****
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