After witnessing the Lord's hospitality in Valhalla, Little Pero no longer doubted who was the most powerful person in Erouine. While everyone else was surprised by the magnificent scenery of Valhalla, he kept an eye out. His mind had always been more flexible, so he could notice that the elven girls in charge of receiving them were the most outstanding archers among the Tree Elves. He also noticed that the officers of the White Lion Guards who came and went wore magic armor. This was definitely not the kind of power that a local noble in a small country like Erouine should have. He thought that those who opposed the Count were definitely genuine fools, especially those nobles in the north of Erouine. They were all real good-for-nothings, a plate of loose sand, not worth mentioning.
This Lord definitely had the ability to transform this small kingdom according to his wishes. At a glance, it was obvious that he was a man with great ambitions, and he definitely needed this group of people. But before he could speak, Alea on the side spoke first; the guy pursed his lips, as if he had been holding back this sentence for a long time, and if he did not say it as soon as possible, he would die in a moment, "The Lord is out hunting, if you don't mind, you can invite guests, and we happen to be free to help you hunt a bear, an elk, or something in this forest."
"That damned, reckless idiot!" Little Pero wanted to kick Alea, but privately he had to admit that the latter's straightforwardness was sometimes a good tactic, "It's just that the Cruz people have lost all their face because of him."
Brando chuckled and replied in all seriousness, "As the host, I'm embarrassed to entertain guests with a few stinky bones."
"My Lord, according to our Cruz tradition, not all hunted prey are to be roasted on a bonfire, you can nail their heads on a wooden board and hang them in the room."
"Hang the stinky head of the Blood Staff in the room? I don't seem to have such a bad taste. "Brando thought to himself," But it's about time you said that. " He turned his gaze to little Pero on the side, understanding that this young man was the one who had a say in this group of Knights. Of course, there was also Lenarette, who had a tacit attitude. However, the eldest prince had been living in seclusion during this period of time and rarely left the camp. He was like a noble daughter who was afraid of being exposed to the light.
Little Pero lowered his head, "My lord, the bear and elk definitely won't be able to escape from your grasp, but I think the hunters may still have some problems."
"Hunter?"
"My Lord, in winter, hunters often invite their friends and family when they hunt together. They also try to choose experienced hunters because everyone wants to be the first to shoot the best prey. Young people are impatient and will often alert the enemy."
Brando's heart skipped a beat. He had already realized what the other party wanted to say. He frowned and said, "Continue."
"My Lord, I've studied some of Cruz's early war history. Apart from the war between the Holy Sanctum, most of the wars between the lords below are relatively simple and full of variables. It's not that they don't want to arrange a delicate plan to defeat their opponents in one fell swoop, but most of the lords know what their subordinates and retainers are like. Their actions are often influenced by hot-headedness or superfluous fear. They often act in private and destroy the overall situation. Therefore, the wars between the territories are often about who makes fewer mistakes. "
Little Pero was just short of saying that his plan was an armchair strategy. Brando's face turned red. Fortunately, it was not obvious in the misty rain. In the past, the battles he commanded were carried out by professional players. The so-called gap in execution and discipline of the players was compared to the modern army. But for the aristocratic army of this era, it could be called a model. In The Amber Sword, even the players of small and medium-sized guilds were comparable to the White Lion Legion in terms of discipline and execution. The large guilds were even more so. After all, as long as the orders were not unreasonable or restricted personal freedom, most players would not go against their own guild points. These memories of the past created an illusion that made him almost forget that it was neither the players who were cooperating with him now, nor the disciplined White Lion Legion, but the Duke's private army that even the Southern Legion and the Vermeer Legion could not compare to. These armies were mostly a motley army composed of seven or eight lords and their Knight and attendants. It would be strange if there were no problems.
His thinking had been affected by the stereotype in the game, and he had almost forgotten about this matter. Fortunately, little Pero and the others were the most professional soldiers at this time, and had received good training in military history and battlefield analysis. They could see the loopholes in his arrangement at a glance.
He could not help but look at the thin young man again. The other party did not say any nonsense, and just a sentence of analysis established their position in his mind. "It seems that letting these Folded Sword Knight join this battle was the right choice," Brando thought to himself, "As expected of the future generals of the Cruz people, they are not inferior to the rumors at all. At least this deal has not been a loss so far."
"The current situation is already like this, how can we remedy it?"
"My Lord, there is no need to remedy it. The situation on Madara's side is no better than ours. Even this military operation is the product of a moment of hot-headedness for Madara. The Blood Staff brought in the Dark Lords of the Sea of the Dead Moon, but those Lords are no different from our Lords. Their army is also full of hot-headed and wrong judgments. This battle is still equal for both sides, not to mention that we have the initiative, and our military strength is far superior to those skeletons. Victory is inevitable in my opinion. "
Brando calmed down and realized this. What little Pero said earlier was just to remind him not to take things for granted, and at the same time highlight their role.
"My Lord, we are more concerned about where you intend to use us."
"You are not suitable to appear on the main battlefield for the time being, but right now there is a place where you can be of use. If those Lords really act rashly and alert the enemy, it is inevitable that an army will be needed to go around the back of the Blood Staff army and delay the skeletons' advance."
Little Pero looked at the Count Tónigel with some appreciation, thinking that this was also a smart man and understood what he meant at once. However, they also had their own pride, and replied faintly, "My Lord, the Blood Staff army will not be able to move a step, not be delayed."
"So these are Cruz's people!" Brando thought to himself. However, it was not impossible for a group of Knights with average strength above the Gold Rank and as many as hundreds of people to block the Blood Staff's retreat.
"Don't make too much of a ruckus."
"I will arrange the position to look like the White Lion Guards under my Lord, and we will evacuate first before the others arrive."
Brando smiled. It was easy to talk to smart people. He looked at the Folded Sword Knight present and could not help but feel a little pity. How nice would it be if these people were Erouine's people? "Do you want to find a way to make them stay?" This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but then he shook his head. This problem was too special. For Little Pero and the others, if they lost their sense of glory as soldiers, they would not be able to grow into real generals in the future. "Forget it, let's take one step at a time. Besides, it's not like there aren't any geniuses among Erouine's people."
After receiving a positive answer from Brando, the Folded Sword Knights, who had been depressed for a month, seemed to have been rejuvenated. These young Knights were all full of energy, how could they be idle? After learning that they could go into battle to kill the enemy, they could not help but rejoice. The preparation work of Little Pero, Brund, and Alea was also going very smoothly. In fact, the Folded Sword Knights had been a string taut all this time, waiting for Brando's final answer from top to bottom, so there was actually no need to prepare at this time. In just half an hour, everyone was ready to go.
Of course, this also showed that these young people from Cruz were well-trained. If they were placed in the ordinary noble cavalry, even if they were prepared in advance, it would take at least an hour or two to finally get ready.
At this time, Freya arrived at Brando's army under the escort of several Highland Knights.
The arrival of the Valkyrie brought bad news to Brando.
Sure enough, as Little Pero expected, Duke Viero's retainers hurriedly launched an attack before Brando arrived. After she learned the news from Eke, she immediately went ahead to inform Brando. According to Freya, in order to cooperate with Viero's army, Anthony's army and the Highland Knights had also launched an attack one after another. Now the battlefield between the two sides was unfolding in the middle of the Sillofven Hills and was in a fierce battle.
After she finished speaking, she could not help but look at Brando's face, thinking that he would be furious, but she did not expect Brando to just smile bitterly and shake his head, as if he had expected it, "Freya, go and get ready, the White Lion Guards are waiting for the order to attack. Metisha will cooperate with you, this is the first real war for Tónigel's army, I will also leave the Wind Archers under your command. "
"Brando?"
"Both Viero and Anthony's armies have moved, we must also speed up to cooperate with them, if they want to suffer, then let them."
"But is this okay?"
"It's okay, the Bloodstaff can't win, it's just that some people will suffer a big loss. On the contrary, we, Freya, this is the first battle after the White Lion Guards and the Wind Archers formed an army, I hope they can leave a deep impression on all the enemies of this kingdom. "
"All the enemies?"
Brando nodded.
In his heart, those rotten vines and rotten branches that blocked the path of this kingdom, they were about to be swept away. Erouine would usher in a new life from this moment on, the saplings planted in Tónigel were finally about to sprout and take root.
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This battle began on a gentle slope to the west of Silofarven Hills, the whole slope was east-west, and there was a dense linden forest on the hillside. As early as a day ago, a noble Knight from Viero had brought his attendants to this forest to ambush. This Knight named Planchet was neither a confidant of Duke Viero, nor an important retainer of the Duke. Strictly speaking, he was just an insignificant person, he came from the barren territory of the Tranquil Wind Forest, a truly poor person. He only came to this muddy water for two purposes, the first was for money, and the second was to enter the eyes of the Duke. In order to realize this ambition, he sold his family's wealth and pulled up this group of people. For the first time in his life, he rode a horse, wore a set of tailor-made leather armor, painted the emblem on the shield, raised the flag, and followed the army to Silofarven, a place even poorer than his hometown.
However, although Planchet was greedy for money and fame, he was not a hot-headed young man. Before he came, he had inquired clearly that this expedition was to deal with the skeletons of Madara. The legend of those skeletons could be talked about for three days and three nights. During the first War of the Black Rose, there was even an army of Madara that entered the Viero Province along the Arreck Mountains. Although Planchet had never seen these terrifying opponents, he had heard of their ferocity from various sources.
Before he really made up his mind to go all out, this Knight also thought about it again and again, but in the end, a bold plan formed in his heart. He did not know where he heard a legend, but it was said that the skeletons of Madara were controlled by liches. As long as the liches were killed, the skeletons would naturally lose their ability to fight. The liches themselves did not have much combat power, so once they were attacked from the back, they would be like fish on a chopping board. This way, Planchet had a plan in his heart. He wondered why he did not hide, wait for the skeletons to pass by, and then rush out to slaughter the weak liches. In the end, he could effortlessly obtain a great merit. Although this Knight did not know a word in his life, he was very satisfied with his plan. He felt that he might be the kind of person who was born with the ability to command. Although the Blood Staff Army had not arrived yet, he could already see the scene of him being conferred the title of Marquis in the future.
However, when Planchet arrived in Silofarn, he realized that there seemed to be some differences between his ideal and reality. First of all, it started to rain in the hills during autumn, which brought a lot of trouble to the army stationed in the forest. Including this Knight, they had to march in a wet environment every day. Their feet were muddy, and they felt like they had rolled in the mud every evening. But the saddest thing was that they did not even have a dry and comfortable place to sleep. Sometimes, they could only wrap themselves in a cloak and sleep in the mud for the whole night. Planchet had experienced this before. In just two or three days, he was complaining incessantly like the others. He almost cursed the heavens and the earth. Fortunately, half a week after the rain started, the army finally entered the designated ambush area.
But unfortunately, Planchet realized that the situation in front of him was somewhat different from what he imagined. In his imagination, the so-called ambush was to hide in the valleys on both sides and wait for the Blood Staff Army to pass by. Then, they would suddenly attack and cut off the skeletons from the middle. Of course, he would hide at the back and wait to kill the Liches that were the easiest to deal with. But when he arrived in Silofarn, this Knight realized that it was not the case at all. The entire battlefield was bigger than he imagined. At a glance, there were only undulating mountains, continuous hillsides, and connected forests. He couldn't see the road at all, let alone distinguish the direction.
In such a situation, Planchet felt that it would be difficult for him to even figure out the direction of Madara's army, let alone go around to the back and kill the Liches. At this time, the big shots began to divide the area one by one. Then, they designated the scattered Knight and Lord to be stationed in their own ambush area. Planchet was divided into such a linden forest.
That was fine.
But Planchet had always been optimistic. In such a situation, he was still able to figure out the situation around him. He soon found that most of the people stationed around him were poor like him. They were ambitious and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. This discovery made him feel great pressure. Before this, he always thought that he was one of a kind, or rather, a person with an adventurous spirit who dared to seize the opportunity to rise to the top. But he didn't expect that there were so many people who were as bold as him. So, he immediately began to feel pressed for time.
Fortunately, this morning, he was received by a big shot. Of course, it was with the other Knight. But this was enough to make Planchet pay attention because it was said that the big shot was an important minister of Duke Viero. Of course, the content of the meeting was probably to raise their vigilance because the Blood Staff Army had already made contact with the scouts of Viero's army early yesterday.
But with his innate sensitivity, Planchet heard another meaning from the other party's words. It was a tacit agreement that they were allowed to attack without orders at the right time, and they didn't have to wait for a predetermined time to launch an attack.
This was because the big shot also said that opportunities on the battlefield were fleeting, and the outstanding Knight had to learn how to seize them. Of course, if Planchet had some military knowledge, he would understand that this was just nonsense. If Brando was here, he would probably sneer at the Viero nobles for being so obvious in order to gain merit.
But almost everyone believed that victory was in sight, and a little indulgence didn't seem to be a bad thing.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Planchet. He only felt that this was a good omen no matter what.
And this good omen didn't stop.
This afternoon, he finally saw a small group of skeleton Knight running through the linden forest. Following closely behind this skeleton cavalry was an army of skeletons. There were about a few hundred skeletons in this army, but of course, Planchet couldn't count them. He only felt that he had never seen so many undead. They were densely packed on the hillside. This must be the army of the undead.
He was extremely nervous, but a thirst for merit and money calmed him down, as if overcoming his fear. He felt his heart pounding. The opportunity he had been dreaming of was right in front of him.
Sure enough, after a while, he saw a group of skeletons wearing robes and holding staffs in their hands appear in his field of vision. If he was familiar with the army of Madara, he would definitely recognize that these were the skeleton wizards who cast detection spells in the vanguard and were responsible for supporting the scouts. But for Planchet, they only had one identity.
Necromancers.
The opportunity is here!
Planchet secretly said to himself.
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