After finally solving the emergency on his side, Sir Mintai would naturally return to the army to command his men.
But only at this time he couldn't help rejoicing: Thankfully, he was fighting a group of mobs. If the two armies were really facing each other, he would really not be able to spare time from the army to restrain his lawless son.
But different people have different ideas. Just as Sir Mintai turned around, the servants and confidants around the young man surrounded him. They realized that the thunder and anger of the Patriarch had not fallen on them, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, they asked in a low voice with a kind of curiosity peculiar to a teenager at this age: "Master, are we going to war?" "
The young man nodded, and smiled indifferently: "Of course we have to fight, but it's just a group of mobs, can it be more powerful than the mountain people? Remember, our future enemies may be the real elites of this kingdom. As for these mobs, let them be the first stepping stone on our way forward—"
"You can listen to what the lord said, the other party seems to be very powerful!"
"An Xin, even the most outstanding civilians have limited knowledge," the young man snorted, "Besides, I don't know the intentions of my father. He is just trying to delay time and think I can't see it? He said so badly. Not necessarily really good. But it doesn’t matter, wait until I stop my father’s words, and see what he will say in the future!"
He looked at Sir Mintai's disappearing back in the forest and couldn't help but smile slyly.
…
The light in the room became brighter.
But the dispute outside the window became louder and louder, Brando frowned, and finally stood up and walked around the walnut desk to the blinds to see what was going on in the courtyard below.
Through the white window, he quickly saw the master craftsman Bo Lu, Antitina and his three large leaders standing together and arguing about something, while the little silver elf princess stood aside and seemed to be trying to argue with each other. On the other side, slightly far away, Qian leaned her back against a black pine, biting a blade of grass and looking at it, as if she had no interest in what happened here.
"what happened?"
Brando didn't understand why these people quarreled, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to go down to see what was going on. After all, his core members quarreled, which is not a good thing.
But just opened the door, and a dark figure ran into him. If Brando hadn't reacted quickly, the two might be full. He took a step back to see clearly that it was Fro, and the wild elf girl also took a step back, "Lord Lord!" She sorted out her emotions, and then handed a note—
"What's the matter?" Brando hesitated, thinking what day is today, one thing after another. He took the note and walked out and closed the door. At the same time, he glanced down at the note in his hand, and said in amazement: "Samuel has sent troops, has passed the Gels Ferry?"
Samuel in his mouth is naturally Sir Mintai.
Long before the battle with the cavemen, mercenary scouts had been distributed along the Geers River. After regaining the lumber yard, Brando, who withdrew his hand, densely placed his eyeliner between Fir City and the Gales Ferry, so Sir Mintai had just crossed the Gals River, and the news had reached his hand. superior.
Frofa followed him a step behind and nodded: "Yes, sir."
"That shouldn't have been mobilized since yesterday, this is much earlier than Charles expected? This guy is not easy—" Brando couldn't help sighing.
Among all the reliable people around him, the one who is most familiar with today’s Eruin aristocracy and at the same time understands the art of war is none other than Shire; and according to the young wizard’s judgment, Sir Mintai decided that it was impossible to leave prematurely, because Egypt The rules of the game between Luin nobles are there, and it is unlikely that ordinary people will overstep them.
Of course, except for outsiders like Brando who don’t know anything—
It can’t be early, it’s only late. Judging from the indecision and timidity of most of the nobles in Eluin, Charles set the time for Mintai to send troops to two days later; but now it seems that the Lord Sir I am afraid that the ability of Eluin is still above the average level of the vast lower-class nobles.
"About how many people are there?" Brando asked again.
"Hundreds of people, not more than a thousand." Fro replied blankly: "But across the Geers River, it is said that Kerencia's scouts did not dare to go deep, I don't know if there is any follow-up behind—"
"Don't worry, no more," Brando shook his head. "Samuel is just a retainer. How many people can divide the troops? But only a few hundred people." He couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "The other party looks down on it very much. Us..."
"Compared to Lord Lord's peculiar thoughts, I would rather everyone look down on us." The wild elf girl took a look at him, and rarely took the initiative to reply.
Brando smiled, put the topic down, but remembered one more thing. "Speaking of which," he asked, "I remember mentioning that from the ferry of the Geers River to the east to the Grahar Mountain, aren't there several shallows on the forest side of the Geers River? The army is a bit troublesome, but Kerencia’s scouts wading through the water shouldn’t have any problems in the past?"
"Yes, but who wants to die."
"So mercenaries are still not as good as professional soldiers," Brando shook his head: "Of course, I'm not talking about you."
"The Rubis mercenaries are similar." Flor replied. Although the mercenaries claimed to be fighting for life in the war, they didn't have the order and prohibition of real soldiers. In fact, they regard war as a business, and as much as the buyer pays, how much they do.
Most mercenaries perform some single tasks in the war, and the employers who pay the money also know this well. Most people often use mercenaries to make up for temporary shortages of troops; except for places like Grudin, there are very few Some people really use them as their main force, even if the personal qualities and experience of most mercenaries are extremely outstanding.
In a real war, discipline is often the most important thing. This is also the reason why Brando did not reorganize these mercenaries. The sloppy temperament of the veterans is difficult to be changed. Therefore, he intends to put all these mercenaries into the Amber Sword Mercenary Corps for future wars. Let them play their roles.
In this era, the use of mercenaries is also very common.
As for the army planned by Brando, of course he recruited from the locals, and then absorbed very few outstanding talents from the mercenaries; to put it bluntly, he did not intend to reuse mercenaries, but Brando thought The army that belongs to China only has an outline idea, and it has only just begun to roll out this blueprint.
In his opinion, it can be regarded as a multitude of things now—
The pressure that is about to face is not small, and Sir Mintai has sent troops now, but he is just a pawn to explore the path; not to mention that the power of Earl Dernell is like a cloud on everyone's head, it is Para. Si and the knights in his hands are enough to bring enough trouble to this new territory—
Brando couldn't get the news from the north, but the gentle knight must have got the news and started to gather the army. With the knight's loyalty to Grudin, he would naturally move his army to them as soon as possible.
But when he thought of the elite knights of Grudin that Pallas had in his hands, Brando wasn't worried, but a pity. Those are the most professional soldiers in the Tonigle area. They have learned the skills of war since they were young, if they could be used by him.
Of course he also knew that this was just an extravagant hope. Brando crumpled the note into a ball and put it in his wallet, already letting go of the matter in his heart. He understands that military affairs can only be done step by step, just like a meal can only be eaten in one bite.
But the news of Sir Mintai’s dispatch of troops did not surprise him much. The battle with the cavemen was not without purpose; at this moment, from the banks of the Geers River to the forests around Fir City, Tajib and other tribesmen This area has already been sealed off.
As for the fate of Sir Mintai, Brando doesn't need to spend too much effort to think about it. With hundreds of private soldiers and a few knights, and possibly some mercenaries, when faced with thousands of cave dwellers, the results can be imagined.
Putting it aside, he asked: "What's going on here?"
This time Flor shook her head, "I don't know—" When she passed the courtyard, she naturally saw a few people who were arguing, but because of the girl’s unique indifference, she did not disagree with her. How concerned about related matters.
Brando nodded and didn't ask much; the two went through the dark spiral staircase to the lobby on the first floor. As soon as they entered the lobby-of course, this place was completely repaired compared to when Brando was mad here a few days ago. The long table was also changed—the sound of the dispute in the courtyard outside became clearly audible.
But the first thing Brando saw was in the hall, Roman sitting alone at the other end of the long table, almost his whole body lying on the table; the merchant lady wore a pair of strange glasses, a pair of small arms pressed against On the pile of parchment, something seems to be being copied—
As for the disputes coming from outside the courtyard, she turned a deaf ear.
Of course, after hearing the voice behind him, Roman suddenly turned his head. When he saw the young man, smiles bloomed on his small face and he raised his head and shouted, "Brando!"
Brando shook his head, walked over to take off the glasses on the bridge of the girl's thin nose, and asked angrily: "What are you doing like this?"
"Settle the bill." The merchant lady answered her pointy chin, of course.
Brando suddenly nodded; since taking over Fir City, all of Grudin's private property in the city has been taken for granted by him as a trophy. In addition to the remuneration and rewards distributed to the mercenaries after the war, a large amount of money was actually left.