The sudden turn of events on the battlefield disrupted all the arrangements, and Brando understood for the first time that the so-called precision plan was basically equivalent to the decree of Hesse I, the Lord of the Road, under the art of command in this era — it was just a joke. The old-fashioned command structure and sloppy discipline of the noble army, especially the retainer Knight, was the enemy of all commanders. In such a situation, what you had to consider was not praying that there would be no mistakes, but rejoicing that there were no mistakes at all. The more complicated the plan, the more loopholes there would be.
The Slovenian region was located to the north of the Silman Valley, southeast of the Tosancade Forest, and at the end of the Grinoires Province in the Chablis Mountains. The low valley hills cut off the connection between the plains of Lake Vallenden and the Silman Valley, like a natural barrier. A few tributaries that fed into Lake Vallenden cut across the hills, forming a few relatively flat valleys. The army of the Bloodstaff advanced along these valleys, and Cohen's men had long been tailing them to find out the direction of their march, and found out that these skeletons might pass through the two valleys of Krivan and Chenier.
Krivan and Chenier were the two most important passages in the Slovenian Hills. These two valleys were surrounded by the Jondel Mountains, and were forked to the north, with many small hills in between. At this time of the year, there were many large linden forests on the flat slopes that could be used for an ambush. This place was almost an ideal place to set up an ambush, and the Bloodstaff seemed to have never considered that there would be an alliance from Lantonilan and Viero ambushing him here. His previous victory had made him arrogant, and that was why he was defeated here in history.
In Brando's original plan, the four armies of Viero, Lantonilan, Tónigel, and the Highland Knight would set up an ambush in the Krivan and Chenier valleys, and open up an encirclement of about twenty miles. Lantonilan's army would be the first to block the attack, and then Viero and Tónigel's cavalry would go around to the flatter valleys at the back to launch an attack, and completely annihilate the Bloodstaff's army.
However, the current situation had developed beyond everyone's expectations.
The Bloodstaff's army was divided into two, and moved forward in the valleys about seven or eight miles apart. When the vanguard on the wing encountered Viero's army, the retainer Knight in Viero's army could not hold back the excitement in his heart and launched the attack first. The result was that the Bloodstaff's army did not enter the encirclement at all. Except for a small vanguard, its main force was actually still in front of Lantonilan and Viero's army, and even further away from Tónigel's army. An ambush battle had turned into a blocking battle from the start.
What was even more dangerous was that Viero's army was completely exposed to Madara's army. They had already lost a wing, and their morale was quickly crumbling. As for the others, especially Lantonilan's army and the Highland Knight, they had no idea what was happening on their side. After they learned that Viero's army had launched the attack first, they immediately changed their battle plan and tried to go around to the side of the Bloodstaff's army first. Little did they know that their own people had already poked a hole in the cover of the encirclement.
Eke was still leading a small number of his cavalry in the mountains and forests, and he could only pray that Viero's damned Knight would not cause too much trouble. But Makarov and Audine were not very optimistic about his small wish. They knew too well about the private armies of these nobles. If they were allowed to pursue or hold their ground, they might be able to exert seventy to eighty percent of their strength. But if they were to fight head-on, they would collapse in an instant.
It had to be said that these two old nobles were very insightful about the situation in their own kingdom. Although they had not seen it with their own eyes, they were not far from the truth.
Among all the parties involved in this battle, Brando was the first to receive reliable information through the magic transmission of Cohen's subordinates. Magic transmission was still very rarely used in wars in this era because it could only transmit text, and Wohnde's decryption skills were really terrifying. With the existence of magic similar to 'decryption ciphertext', it could directly restore the original meaning of the person who wrote the ciphertext. Naturally, the commanders would not want their orders to be leaked to the enemy.
However, 'decryption ciphertext' was not flawless. On the contrary, the way to counter it was actually very simple. As long as the messengers were divided into two groups, one person would be responsible for writing the ciphertext, and the other sorcerer-apprentice would only need to copy it. This way, the messengers would only think of the original text, and the secret hidden within would not be revealed. The so-called 'simple' was only after one understood the principle of the magic. The problem was that in this era, most mortals' understanding of magic was still at the level of understanding, but they did not know why. The Silver Sorcerers called them 'charlatans', while the real sorcerers paid more attention to the knowledge contained in magic. Most of the Bugas were scholars, and most of the human sorcerers were sorcerers. This was the difference between them.
In fact, the Bugas sorcerers had long found a way to counter this magic, but it was their secret. It was only after the Slate War that the Iron Folk's army was popularized. However, Erouine now had Brando as an outsider, so the so-called 'barrier of knowledge' had become non-existent. He directly plagiarized the sorcerers' method.
However, this method did not require much technical content, and it was very simple to spread. Once the magic communication was popularized, countries with strong military power and a large army like Madara and Cruz would benefit far more than Erouine. Therefore, Brando had never used this technology publicly in the army, and often only used it in some intelligence exchanges with his confidants. Unless he was sure that Erouine could gain enough benefits to offset the impact of using it in a large-scale war, he would never easily spread this secret for the Bugas.
In fact, Brando already had a plan in mind, but the war with the Blood Staff was not that serious.
He put away Carglise's magic letter in the drizzle. Madara's defeat of Viero's old Knight army was not unexpected, but Viero's commander dared to gather the retainer Knights from the lower territories and put them on the left flank. Such boldness made him a little speechless. "I don't know if this is overconfidence, or the so-called self-cultivation of an actor." Brando thought to himself. If those things were given to him, he would rather send them to Madara to fight against him than command them. The reason why he used 'things' to describe the retainer Knights was because Brando had a deep impression of the so-called army made up of small landlords, broken Knights, and opportunists. In history, they had buried the nobles in the north, just like today's stupidity. "But I'm afraid that the commander is in a dilemma. At least in name, these Knights are still the vassals of the Grand Duke of Viero. If they are willing to wave the flag and shout for their master, it is an act of loyalty and righteousness. If the Grand Duke of Viero dares to not accept it, his prestige will be gone."
Brando knew that the rules of the game of these old nobles were the cornerstones of this era. Knight and Lord were the cornerstones of this era. But unfortunately, these cornerstones had begun to shake from the bottom. "Lords, your era is over —" At this time, he still had the leisure to think of a famous bard's poem in the game.
Brando felt a little relieved in his heart.
Fortunately, Madara had defeated the Grand Duke of Viero. What he was most afraid of was the Grand Duke of Viero's army attacking first and alerting the Blood Staff beforehand. This Dark Lord, who was known for his vigilance, would turn his army around and retreat to Silman. If that was the case, things would become troublesome because Randner was still in Erouine's territory. They were ambushing the Blood Staff now to take advantage of the time difference. If the Blood Staff was defeated in the ambush, Randner would lose his foreign aid and retreat to Madara, and his morale would naturally collapse.
But if the Blood Staff was curled up in Silman and gave Randner a chance to break out in this direction, then the three armies of Tónigel, Viero, and Anthony would not be able to hold on for long in this hilly area in the middle of nowhere.
If Randner and the Blood Staff were to join forces, then the chaos in the south would not end until Randner and the Blood Staff joined forces.
But what surprised Brando was that he had guessed that Viero's retainer Knight army was terrible, but he did not expect them to be this terrible. When Carglise's letter said that Viero's left wing was defeated by hundreds of skeletons, he almost thought that it was a joke. But Carglise would not joke with him at this time, so Viero's army was really defeated like a miracle.
It was just a miraculous stupidity.
He flicked the letter and walked to the side, grabbed the saddle, and got on his horse. The army was moving out in the rain, and everyone was getting on their horses. Farther away, the young wizards of Tónigel were gathering under the leadership of The Shire. The wizards climbed onto the Phantom Stallions summoned by magic, wore the same silver-gray robes and hoods, and turned their gazes towards the direction of the army. Among them were the warlocks from the mercenaries, the youths who had just completed their apprenticeship in Valhalla and Abies Castle, a small group of Druids brought by Quinn, and lastly, a few female wizards. Most of them had pale faces, cold expressions, and high cheekbones. They were witches from all over the world, and they were persuaded by Babasha and two other witches to join Brando, or rather, the future Dark Dragon.
But no matter what, Brando finally had the first Magician Legion in the south. There were a total of one hundred and twenty people, and their strength varied. A quarter of them were warlocks and wizards from various mercenaries, a quarter of them were scholars from Tónigel and the Royal Knight Academy, and a quarter of them were witches and Druids. This Magician Legion was like a group of beggars in the eyes of a regular army, but it was unprecedented in the south.
The leader of the Magician Legion was naturally The Shire, but the deputy leader was Amandina. Ever since Seeker of Wonders saw her talent and took her in as an apprentice, she began to systematically learn magic knowledge. Even though she was still an apprentice, her attainments in Magicite technology were far beyond the reach of most people. Brando knew the future of the Magician Legion, so it was natural for Amandina to be in this position.
Then there were the Wind Archers.
This was a legendary army born from the Silver Elves' Forest Legion, the Princess' Guards. Their commander, whether present or past, Metisha sat on a unicorn, her spear hanging on the saddle. She clasped her hands together and prayed. Just like the ancient Silver Elves, they prayed for the heroic spirits of their ancestors in the forest to protect them, so that they could be brave and fearless and defeat their enemies. They were also praying for the souls lost in the war. The Silver Elves' singing was ethereal and ethereal, and all the Tree Elf Archers stopped to listen, their faces full of worship.
As for their deputy leader, Fina, she had long been the Silver Elven Princess' most ardent fan.
Among all the troops under Brando, only the White Lion Legion was quiet and orderly. The young men from Tónigel seemed to be used to the atmosphere under Brando's command, and the officers and soldiers from the original White Lion Legion were full of curiosity. However, there was a sharp sword in their eyes. This sword was shining brightly in Freya's hand. Ever since this sword reappeared in the world, the new White Lion Legion had gained a soul.
Their deputy commander, Carglise, was far away in the Silman Hills in the South. Naturally, it was impossible for him to appear in this army.
By Brendel's side, only Hipamila and Shitah were left. The former was wiping the thick surface of the mountain range. Rainwater fell on the stone scepter, and the scepter actually emitted a circle of green light, as if it was bursting with life in the soil, full of a lush aura. However, the little fat dragon did not dare to utter a single word. It roasted Hipamila's prawns and ate them. The Divine Priest girl did not cause any trouble for it during dinner. Instead, without a word, she went straight to the door with the mountain range's will in hand.
Hipamira benefited the most from the battle in the Deadly Frost Forest. At this moment, her strength had recovered to the level of Elemental Awakening. Coupled with the almost invincible Gaia's scepter, Shitah's fate could be imagined. Anyway, from then on, it saw Hipamira like a mouse seeing a cat.
The last group of people to appear in Brando's vision was the Cruz's Broken Sword Knight Regiment.
These proud Knights rode past the bottom of the hill one by one, raising their swords to signal him. Although there were not many of them, only a few people understood the horror of this Knight Regiment. Little Pero was still wearing his thick cloak with his crossbow inserted under it. He raised his head and looked at Brando.
"My Lord, is the news reliable?"
"It's reliable without a doubt." Brando replied. Little Pero showed a slightly surprised look. In this era, it was very difficult to tail and investigate the undead army. This difficulty mainly stemmed from two aspects. On the one hand, before this, the Black Rose of the Roman Tuo rarely appeared in the eyes of the world. Even in the eyes of Erouine, the Dark Kingdom was a broken and weak country. Less than ten years before the First War of the Black Rose, the lords of Karsuk often led their troops into Madara's territory to plunder in revenge.
Although the undead of that era were terrifying, the dark lords were like a plate of loose sand. They could not wait to see their colleagues attacked by humans so that they could take the opportunity to annex them. In that era, it was almost impossible for a lord of Madara to fight against the strength of a kingdom of Erouine. Therefore, except for those civilians who were harmed by the undead in the border areas, in the mindset of the nobles of Erouine, Madara was a weak, bandit country. They did not understand anything about this country, and disdained to understand it.
The War of the Black Rose was a terrible nightmare for the entire Kingdom of Erouine. In fact, until now, the nobles still did not know how they lost. The previous defeat of Viero's army against the Blood Staff was enough to explain everything.
Therefore, this was a country that they knew nothing about. It was a mystery in itself.
On the other hand, the huge difference between the undead and the living made it very difficult for human scouts to get close to the undead army. This problem was the most difficult problem to solve until Madara and Saint-ausol fought. Although Madara did not border the Cruz Empire on land, little Pero and the rest of the academicians were still very clear about this. They were also very skeptical about Brando's words.
Brando's confidence came from his knowledge that transcended the era. In the future, the wind elves had many ways to deal with these skeletons, and Carglise was taught by him personally. It was not difficult for him to bypass the Blood Staff's army. When he was in Bucce, he personally led the refugees to escape from under the nose of Madara, and Carglise only led a few scouts to follow behind the army. This was even simpler. Needless to say, Madara in this era did not understand that there were so many loopholes in their investigative methods.
Little Pero saluted the lord from afar, "Since my lord is sure that the Blood Staff will not retreat for a while, then wait for our good news."
Brando nodded, and the young men of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment pulled up the hoods of their cloaks under his gaze, turned around, and left towards the south. In just a moment, only the shadows of fluttering cloaks were left in the curtain of rain. At this time, Freya had already arrived at the front of the White Lion Guards.
"Brando," she shouted, "Eco has contacted us."
"Then let's go," Brando stood in the rain and replied in high spirits, "Let the Knight of Viero understand that the times have abandoned them. Welcome to the future, this new era!"
Freya was slightly startled.
The Shire whistled and laughed, "Let's go, Freya. The lord means that although they are useless teammates, we still have to save them."
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