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On the line along the Gris River, the sky was getting brighter.
In the forest, Fern and the tiger sparrow hid together under the bushes, without a word, watching the aristocratic army with flags and flags passing the road in the forest noisily—this is not surprising, strict discipline is a A standard that even the regular army of the kingdom can't do.
Of course, mercenaries are much better, at least there is the consciousness of the ambushers. Hundreds of mercenaries are hiding their breath along the forest on the banks of the Gris River, waiting for the last noble soldier to enter the preset battlefield.
Hundreds of crossbows, long and short bows are about to aim at the prey that is entering their range.
"Even though these guys don't seem to be very effective in combat," Tiger Sparrow looked out of the woods and couldn't help but said, "But the scout is still quite experienced, but he lacks a little combat experience."
The leader of the Firefighter regiment glanced at the guy next to him. He knew that this man had no name, only a nickname.
Tiger Sparrow, he had never heard the name of such a bird before—
"I only owe a little practical experience? Only you dare to say this!" But Fern couldn't help thinking like this.
As the former captain of the Karasu cavalry, Fern is much more knowledgeable than the average person. He knows that Sir Mintai’s scout is also a good player in the regular army, but this man and the small group of mercenaries he led It's really amazing.
He saw the Rubis mercenaries facing up to kill a group of noble scout cavalry. They got up and flew, mounted their horses to kill, grabbed horses and threw their bodies in one go--even the corpses of the noble cavalry were still lying in the forest, only gradually. Cold body temperature—it's just that the dead can't stand up and accuse the mercenary captain.
The former captain of the cavalry couldn't help being a little bit timid-that degree of courage and tacit cooperation made him wonder if these guys were really mercenaries
And such a guy is just a servant under the young lord, I am afraid that he is not even a knight. Of course Fern could not guess where Brando was sacred, but this did not prevent him from making judgments-as a seasoned captain of the cavalry, he did observe some details more closely than most people.
From the day when Brando took Grudin, he had already realized the extraordinaryness of this young man before Uta and Clencia; at the same time, he was also the first person to doubt Brando’s intentions-like cloth Aristocrats like Lando really don't need to come to such a remote place, right
So what is his purpose
Although Fern looked like a careless guy, he was already keenly aware of Brando's hidden ambitions, which is why he fell to this camp in the first place.
After he left Karasu's cavalry team, he worked tirelessly to create this mercenary group. Of course, he would not be a person willing to be ordinary. Fern had long been looking for an object of allegiance among the nobles, but most of the time, the people he looked up to despised him, and most of the people who looked up to him were spurned goods like Grudin. .
Until Brando put this opportunity in front of him.
The two hit it off.
When Fern fell into his own thinking, the noble army had slowly entered the forest—
Sir Mintai slowed down after crossing the Gris River. Although it seems that the mob did not stay, he is a cautious man by nature-there is nothing wrong with being careful.
But this kind of caution is not due to a natural sensitivity to war and military, but purely a cautious character.
So when his youngest son caught up from behind, Sir Mintai unswervingly let his scattered troops of mercenaries and private soldiers march along the road in the riverside forest, the soldiers The loud noises along the way made him a little upset—
But his restraint is meaningless, at best it can only take care of it for a while.
However, he looked at the knights around him and felt a little satisfied—these knights are all his old men, they are really experienced warriors, even if they are covered in armor, but with their calm eyes, the forest around the observer is always under the mask— They hold their swords at all times and maintain the necessary vigilance.
Real knights are professional soldiers who have been trained in war skills for a long time, so they are naturally different from others. Even their attendants, those noble soldiers who followed the huge dragon beast mounts and under various banners, looked a little more well-trained than the mercenaries.
But it's just what it looks like.
The team was entering the narrow road between the forests. Our Lord Jazz frowned instinctively, but he was thinking about whether he would encounter any trouble next, but there was a sound of horseshoes behind him.
At the back of the team, there were only the men of his second son-that was the man he personally assigned to the opponent, there were fifty in total, and he wanted enough for this guy to toss for a while. However, he didn't expect that the other party would sort these people up and down, which was beyond his expectation.
"What new trick did that kid make?" With this thought, Sir Mintai turned his head, and saw that the familiar face that made his eyes twitched, and several people were riding up with him on horseback.
Samuel really loved and hated this son.
When Cagliese approached the brigade, he tightened the reins to slow down the horse. The young man stood upright on the horseback in the most standard knight posture, like a straight sharp knife, he pushed the messy long hair aside on his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.
"My Father."
"What's wrong with you?"
The visitor smiled with the shyness of a young man, and asked, "My father, how long has it been since the scout has returned?"
Sir Mintai was startled before he realized the problem. But he was obviously reluctant to admit this, and asked a little unhappily: "You asked what this is for, it's only a little late-they may have gone too far, you know these guys under me are always overpowered- "
Cagliari raised his head and glanced in the forest.
"Not necessarily," he said lightly.
"This bastard!" Sir Mintai cursed in his heart: "What on earth are you trying to say?"
Cagliice couldn't help but grin, staring at his father with a weird look: "Others say that Lord Sir is a cautious man, but it's not always the case—" He didn't finish, and suddenly found that Sir Mintai's His face became more and more gloomy, and the young man murmured in his heart and quickly changed his words: "But father, you are too courageous. You have discovered that there is something wrong with the scout, so you dare to let the army continue to enter the forest?"
Although he said that, in fact he was not so worried. After all, the opponent is nothing more than a mob, and no matter how powerful the mob is, it is just a mob.
Young people have a high self-esteem, and naturally they will not see Brando's mercenaries in their eyes.
Of course, if he knew what dangers were hidden in the forest not far away at this moment, he wouldn't think so—
"When is it your turn to teach me this old man?" Sir Mintai interrupted him angrily: "Your boy hadn't been born when I was in war!"
"Yes, my father, let the army stop first."
Jazz looked around, also a little worried. But at least he found a step down, he raised his hand, and the messenger immediately conveyed his order.
After a brief commotion, the team stopped.
But it's okay not to stop. After this stop, Kaglisi immediately discovered the problem before the experienced knights on the scene. He raised his head and looked at the forest, frowning deeply.
In fact, it wasn't just him. After the young man smelled something wrong, there were already knights present who felt the same abnormality.
When the noisy soldiers stopped, they found out—
The forest is too quiet.
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Fern frowned as well, and the nobleman stopped a little outside the ambush circle so much. As long as there is a little more time, he can preemptively attack, but this matter hangs up abruptly.
He took a breath and stared at every detail outside the forest. After thinking about it, he decided to wait a while. In Karasu's cavalry career, Fern learned the most thing is to be calm and then calm on the battlefield, which will often allow you to see the situation clearly and win the final victory.
But this time he was wrong.
Tiger Sparrow stared in that direction as well, and he had already smelled the unusual in the air. As soon as the rider entered the brigade, the noble army stopped. This was not normal. He first wondered if the other party had discovered these people.
But whether he was aware of it or not, the mercenary captain knew he had to judge.
The cavemen have lurked a hundred meters away from the noble soldiers—they were equipped with the four-armed crossbow given to them by humans for the first time—this thing Tajib had always wanted to get, but Grudin was not stupid enough. These military materials are also delivered to the realm of their potential enemies.
Of course, when they join Brando's group, it's another matter.
A distance of one hundred meters is a bit far for humans. Even a fighter of the Black Iron Step may take a few seconds to cross this distance, let alone in the forest.
But this is enough for cavemen.
At that moment, Tiger Sparrow made a decision.
"Send a signal—" he ordered in a deep voice.
"Wait," Fern was puzzled: "This distance is too far, they haven't entered our ambush."
"We have absolute numbers and strengths. The ambush is just the icing on the cake," Tiger Sparrow replied decisively, "But if the opponent reacts, the situation will be beyond our control."
"Lord Lord wants to catch that Lord Jazz, this is the focus of this battle." The mercenary captain continued.
Fern was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized.
indeed so.