After defeating Xassar, Brando continued to lead the refugees south. They attacked another undead army about an hour and a half later. After replicating the previous victory, the refugees cruised to the gap between the second and third layers of Madara's search line.
In front of them were two nets formed by Di Ren, Gulob, and Ladios, while behind them was an army of skeletons that covered the mountains and plains. It seemed dangerous, but in fact, it enjoyed a kind of ingenious balance, like the calm waves in the eye of a typhoon.
Although the battle inevitably brought about casualties, Brando's plan still worked.
The Madara undead army cruising south of the Deer Hunting Hills soon discovered a huge problem. The refugees that were supposed to be in their encirclement seemed to have grown wings and disappeared at this moment. After 'Maggot Death' Marcus, Ebdon, and Wesar joined forces, they went south to join forces with Gulob, Di Ren, and Ladios. But even after they plowed through the area, they still did not find the group of refugees that had escaped into the Silver Sparrow Mountains.
Could it be that the information was wrong?
As a cunning general, Marcus did not believe in luck. He immediately guessed that the refugees were hiding in a valley, waiting for the undead army to sweep through the hills.
Marcus immediately ordered all the undead army in the area to release all their scouts and search in all directions with the meeting point as the center. They must find the group of refugees.
But as soon as the scouts were released, Gulob, the commander of the 17th Column of Madara's' Obsidian Legion ', quickly found that he had lost sight of one of his squadrons. The Black Knight, Xassar, who led them, seemed to have disappeared. And before he could figure out what was going on, Di Ren, the commander of the 12th Column, also encountered the same problem.
Soon, both of them realized that a mysterious army might have quietly broken through their encirclement and circled behind them.
But how did this happen? How did a group of one or two thousand people escape from the net formed by dozens of scouts? If it was luck, then this luck was too good.
But the two of them did not dare to be negligent and immediately informed Marcus of this news. Damned Maggot was enraged when he heard that. He almost threw the scroll box containing the battle map at the two men's faces.
It pointed at their noses and scolded, "You useless trash! The third batch of graduates from the Roman Black Rose Academy were all worthless maggots! Get out of my sight! "
Gu Luobu and Di Ren didn't dare to refute and retreated dejectedly. Then, Marcus calmed down and summoned Ebdon and Wesa. He ordered the undead army to spread out to the two sides to prevent the refugees from getting out of the encirclement.
Next, he issued a second order, asking the commanders of the other three columns to search in the opposite direction. Although it looked down on Madara's new dark nobles, just like how it looked down on Kabias, it had no choice but to rely on their strength.
After all, this was the power of Madara's new generation.
It was only worried that it had reacted too late.
But in reality, Brendel had just passed by the 'Blood Shaman' Ladios' second squadron, and was about three miles behind the enemy's third squadron.
His plan was a little different from what Marcus had expected.
Brando galloped past the refugees on both sides. He pointed out the backbone of the refugees on horseback and ordered them to turn back. His action was not strange. In fact, Brando had already ordered the refugees to avoid Madara's undead scouts several times.
When the backbone of the refugees saw the Knight, they subconsciously ordered the refugees in the area they were in charge of to turn back. However, there were also some clever ones who leaned forward and asked in a fawning manner, "Sir, did you discover those monster's cavalry scouts in front again?"
"No, no. Tell them to turn north and throw away all their belongings except for food, water, and weapons. We have to speed up."
Brendel sat on the horse's back and looked at them as he answered.
His words shocked them. North? Wasn't that the direction of Madara's army? But they had escaped from that direction with great difficulty, why did they have to go back?
Could it be that this Lord had suddenly lost his mind?
Brando tightened the reins and turned the horse around. He looked at these anxious people and comforted them, "Don't worry, I haven't lost my mind. Go and do it. If you want to live, this is our only chance. "
Everyone looked at Brando and was speechless. But other than believing in this Knight, what else could they do? The nobles of Fortress Riedon had already abandoned them. Only this benevolent Knight stayed behind to share their joys and sorrows, leading them out of trouble time and time again.
Moreover, this Knight was so wise and brave. According to the mercenaries, this Knight was like the reincarnation of the God of War, invincible on the battlefield. Although this sounded like bragging, the news of victory and the endless supply of weapons from the frontlines all proved this point.
When they thought of this, their previous doubts could not help but be shaken. But what was this Knight planning to do? Could it be that the sword in his hand could really lead the way to a miracle just like what those security cavalrymen had said?
Brando saw that they did not speak, and understood that his prestige had already been established. But he felt a little regretful, this prestige was only temporarily maintained in this difficult situation. Once the first War of the Black Rose ended, this glory would vanish like smoke.
Thus, he knew that only his personal strength could bring him benefits from this war. He told himself that he must see the direction of history clearly and not be blinded by these illusions.
He thought of this clearly and turned the horse around to continue forward. As if they felt the tension in the air, the mercenaries who were scattered all around began to gather towards their 'Lord'. There was a rumbling sound in the valley, and everyone stopped to watch this scene. It was as if a King was gathering his Knight.
The battle was about to begin again, and everyone's nerves could not help but tense up.
After all, this night seemed to be easy, but in fact, it was a race against time. Apart from the battle, Brando almost always held The Shire's silver pocket watch. At the most tense moment, the cold sweat on his hand even soaked the case of the watch.
How thrilling was the previous battle? Sometimes, it was only a few minutes before another undead scout arrived. And these few minutes were the difference between heaven and hell.
Brando finally came to the front of the team, where Freya and her self-defense team had been waiting for a long time. In addition to her, there were Batom, Mano, Taron, Retto, Ulliel and others. They had all received Brando's notice early, but they did not understand the young man's plan.
They had already circled to the back of the undead army, and it seemed that half of the plan had been achieved. But now, why did Brando want them to go back the way they came?
If Brando had not firmly occupied the position of leader in their hearts, perhaps these experienced mercenaries would not have just waited for him to explain. Even Freya, who sat weakly on the horse's back, looked hesitant and uneasy. She looked at him several times and wanted to say something, but stopped in the end.
Brando glanced at her.
In fact, he had already received news that the undead were spreading out to the two sides, trying to block the imaginary group of refugees. And the other three columns seemed to be sweeping towards the rear again. It seemed that they did not have many choices. Even these people who had been following him could not help but wonder if they were going to move along the 'circle' to the two sides and race against the 'dead maggots'.
This was not surprising. It was human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
But Madara had gathered two battalions and seven columns in this area, and even if these numbers of undead gathered in one area, the area they occupied was still shockingly large. The refugees had to take a detour of nearly twenty miles to completely avoid coming into contact with the undead.
Therefore, it was unrealistic to accomplish such a feat, especially when the undead were also spreading out to the two sides.
In fact, Brando's plan was to let these people go back the way they came and give the zombie lord an unexpected surprise.
After defeating two Madara squadrons, the weapons collected were enough to arm an army of five to six hundred people. And after Brando drew out all the people who could be armed, regardless of gender, from the more than two thousand refugees, the self-defense regiment had expanded to nearly five hundred people.
Of course, as long as he assigned Retto and the others to command, he could draw more people. But that was completely unnecessary. When Madara's army spread out too quickly to the two sides, the strength in the center would inevitably be weakened. The conditions were ripe for a counterattack.
Brando had much better scouts than Madara. Of course, he had the right to choose when and how to fight with Madara's army. This was also his biggest advantage.
Now, he was going to use this advantage to go back to the heart of Madara, so that they would not know what he wanted.
But he stopped the horse and did not rush to explain his intentions. Instead, he first looked at Freya. The girl's face was pale and she looked like she was about to collapse. He could not help but ask, "Why don't you go down and rest first, Freya?"
Freya glared at him angrily.
Brando smiled bitterly. "Who told you to be brave and get hurt? I told you to let me bandage you, but you didn't listen."
When the future Valkyrie heard this, her face turned red all the way to her neck. She thought, 'What kind of shameless words is this guy saying?' How could she, a girl, let him bandage her? It was simply outrageous.
She hated Brando for spouting nonsense. She could not help but turn her head and ignore him, so as not to let others misunderstand.
But Brando was a little stunned when he saw this scene. The Shire was not lying to him, right? How could he tell that Freya liked him? He could not help but look back at the young mage with a suspicious look.
"My Lord, is there anything I can do for you?" The Shire was scared by his stare and had to bite the bullet.
"No, no." Brando quickly shook his head.
Brando turned his head again and found a group of mercenaries staring at him and Freya and snickering. In fact, for a day and night, they had already inquired about the relationship between this Lord and the two ladies by The Shire's side.
Of course, it was this kind of Brando that really made them feel a sense of familiarity, and pulled him back from the many halos in their hearts. People were always willing to believe in people like themselves. They would revere geniuses, but they would not trust them from the bottom of their hearts.
"What are you laughing at?"
"No, no, no, my Lord, you're mistaken." Everyone replied in unison.
"I hope so," Brando looked at these guys angrily. "Otherwise, be careful of your butts! Well, I don't want to explain too much to you. I only have one thing to say — Prepare for battle! "
He pulled out his sword.
*****
When the refugees once again gathered under his sword, Brendel's eyes lit up.
When this huge army turned around, the 'Blood Wizard' Ladios, who bore the brunt of the attack, met with great misfortune. This time, Brando did not hide his tactical intentions. He only had one tactic, and that was to be fast, faster!
The five hundred self-defense regiment and fifty cavalry were like a dragon that ran over the platoon that Ladios had arranged to his left. More than two hundred skeleton soldiers were simply unable to stop Brando's relentless assault.
When the young man led his Knight and swept through like a whirlwind, Ladios only found out that he had lost his left wing half an hour later.
When the Intermediate Necromancer passed the news back to Medes, Brando had already advanced for another three miles. At this moment, he was stepping on the corpse of the platoon leader that was left in Gulob's hands. His subordinates accelerated.
They kept accelerating.
He could not help but look at the White Deer statue. There were about fifty minutes before the Knight's Throne appeared in the night sky.
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