Pallas thought he had seen through Brando's purpose.
But this old knight would never understand what kind of existence was fighting him on the opposite side of this forest. It's like Brando is familiar with every lord of Eruin—whether he is in the past, present, or future—whether he is powerful or impoverished.
He is familiar with these people as he is familiar with his own fingerprints.
From the year of Fanhua and Xiaye to the beginning of the Second Age, he has dealt with almost every lord of Eruin, big and small.
If Pallas knew that Brando could call out his nickname that was unknown decades ago, then he might reconsider his choice.
But history has no if-
When Brando got the news that the old knight had returned Pallas in his study in Fir City for the first time, he couldn't help but smile and took the information from the'raven'. Throw it back on the desk.
Raven is his name for the frontline wizards and scouts, because those people often use the raven to convey information, so this nickname is also popular in the army.
"It's a pity." Fern had also read the report. The former cavalry captain shook his head disappointedly: "That old guy is really cautious, otherwise as long as he gets hot, we will have won half of this war— "
"Putting hope on the enemy is not a good habit, Captain Fern." Antitina stood beside Brando. She glanced at the Captain and replied coldly.
With the passage of time, the prestige of Brando’s first assistant lady in his group increased day by day. Although she was reprimanding, she did not feel anything wrong with Fern when she said it at this time. As if taken for granted, it should have been so.
Fern smiled instead: "It's just a pity that he retreats, and then we will face a tough fight."
"That's not necessarily." Brando replied softly.
He knew very well that the old knight was cautious, but there was an unyielding character in his blood, just as he knew very well what kind of combat style the opponent would like and what choices he would make.
This so-called intelligence is just a small trap arranged by him.
No matter what choice the other party makes, it is not beyond his expectations.
Hearing what the young lord said, Antitina glanced at him from behind. She knew the plan since Taguib left the city that day. Brando's arrangement once made her feel weird-it wasn't like a tactic, it was simply It's like a prediction.
But now, this prediction has come true.
The lady of the staff was also a little dumbfounded, she looked at Brando's back and was in a daze.
"Not necessarily?" Fern puzzled.
"Sir Pallas graduated from the Royal Academy of Non-commissioned Officers when he was young, and participated in the November War. He is the most serious academic non-commissioned officer." Brando replied, "Do you know that the official in the Royal Academy of Non-commissioned Officers? There is a sentence written in Cruz on the wall—"
"'For both sides of the war, the means of war is to achieve an end and prevent the other from achieving the end.'"
"This sentence is the guiding core of Eruin's military thought, and it is regarded as a classic by all officers of the discipline background."
Fern nodded, and even Clencia and Metisa who were on the same side nodded. Fern was born in a military camp and is no stranger to this sentence, but Kerencia has decades of experience in the wild. Some principles are common. Therefore, he can see this sentence by combining his own experience. The truth contained in—
As for Medissa, the princess-general's understanding of war does not need to be explained.
"So Pallas is the same," Antitina regained her senses now, and asked in a low voice, "Is that right, Lord Lord?"
"Yes."
Brando continued: "So I let the caveman use the power of the whole family to harass, plunder and invade the Pallas area, and I told this old gentleman this message."
"We are struggling with the beasts and are eager to find a chance to break the game before the Count of Dernell can assemble."
"Isn't that our situation?" Fern asked.
"Yes," Brando nodded. "But is there such a stupid enemy? Will he tell you the truth, so that you can complete a'Critical strike'?"
Brando leaned back on the high-back chair without a seat. There was nothing like a lord should have. This made Antitina's brows almost curled up, and Flor's face didn't necessarily look good.
However, the young people seem to be in a good mood, and they blurt out the jargon of the game.
"Critical strike?"
"That's an ancient language," Brando lied without blushing, "it's called a fatal blow."
Fern nodded then.
"So this is reverse thinking," Metisa whispered: "We ask for war, and he naturally can't let us do what we want. But on the other hand—according to the strict thinking of the enemy, the enemy cannot be so straightforward to expose its weaknesses. In front of you, he will definitely try to conceal his purpose."
"Unless it's a trap," Fern said.
"What kind of message does this trap express?" Krencia asked.
"The enemy wants to delay time." Fern replied again, and he had obviously taken over the perspective of Sir Pallas's thinking.
"Then the way to defeat this purpose is to send troops as soon as possible—"
"But what if this is a double trap?" The discussion quickly became heated.
"So in any case, there are only two choices left now." Antitina pulled her mind from this thinking circuit, and she replied calmly: "Either hold on to the army until after the army is assembled, or send troops immediately and cut the mess with the knife—"
But Medissa shook her head.
"Military deductions are not just that simple. After all, this is not a guessing game. It only depends on analyzing the opponent's psychology -" the silver elf little princess replied: "There are some things that can't be concealed, such as military strength, supplies, morale, weather and geography. Factors, plus possible reinforcements."
"Two choices, plus this information, are enough for Sir Pallas to make a choice."
"There is also a character factor." Brando added.
"So where is the trap that the lord said?" After Medissa's reminder, Fern came back to his senses, and he looked at Brando in confusion.
According to the silver elf princess, isn't Pallas easily able to make a correct judgment
And it seemed that the old knight had indeed made a correct judgment.
Just like what the young lord said, they were struggling with the beasts, eager to find a chance to break the game before letting the Count of Dernell's army assemble.
But now Sir Pallas chose to stand still and wait for the army to assemble, then they lost this most precious opportunity.
Is not it
But Fern saw Brando shook his head, and he smiled: "The trap, haven't I already set it up? Every one of you is in it, but you still can't notice it—"
"what?"
Everyone was taken aback.
The young lord smiled and nodded his forehead: "The so-called limitation of thinking is that I tell you a yes or no question, and you follow this question into a whirlpool of choice—"
"But you haven't thought about it. This is a real war. There are thousands of possibilities in a war, not just two choices. If you can't jump out of this labyrinth of thinking, then you won't see the third way. —"
Everyone present was choked.
"The third way?" Fern asked with a frown.
"Pallas chooses to march, then he will be hit head-on, and we will break the game directly." Brando replied: "But of course he would not be so stupid. I don't think even Grudin would make such a low-level mistake."
"But if he chooses to retreat and give me two months, or even three months, to drag the war beyond the Moon of Spring and Dawn, then I am also very welcome."
Brando spread his hands: "What do we lack? Time."
"But time is not necessarily good for us, Lord Lord." Antitina frowned as she always did, as if her brows hadn't been stretched since this month.
Seeing her like this, the young man reminded solemnly: "Frowning often leads to wrinkles, Miss staff."
The noble daughter gave him a white look: "Anyway, I will let the lord be responsible for you—" She shuddered.
Brando smiled slightly, as if it was something full of accomplishment to relax the deputy a little bit. He laughed and explained: "Don't worry, time will eventually be on our side."
He was not talking about it. Since the druids returned to his territory, he knew that they might have had news about Valhalla, which was the same as in history, so he made a series of arrangements for this.
Including instructing Tajib to harass Pallas and delaying the time of the old knight's attack, they are all in order to finally achieve this goal.
Only Brando understood what Valhalla meant, so he had to delay the time of the war as much as possible until the legendary territory fell into his arms. After that, everything was no longer a problem.
Knowing this in his mind, he will look at other people again, and they will look at him suspiciously, but they at least know that this young lord never speaks big words.
"But the old guy wouldn't notice it?" Fern still felt a little weird.
"Are you aware of it again?" Brando asked back.
"But that's only for a while!"
"Everything is decided in a moment. Changing the final result of a war is actually one or two details," Brando shook his head. "For commanders, indecision is the most taboo. Changing decisions repeatedly is even more taboo for military strategists."
"What's more, once he decides to retreat today, he will be struggling to deal with Tajib's harassment from now on. Even when he understands it, he has already slowed down the pace of assembly. At that time, it was too late to regret."
"Doesn't he have lost everything then?" Fern asked.
"I gave him a test paper, and the two answers to choose from were arranged by me. Why didn't he lose?" Brando replied: "Sometimes you need to change roles, but you can follow the opponent's rhythm. Not a good thing."
Brando suddenly stopped, because he felt the surroundings calm down, and all his subordinates looked at him with weird gazes, as if they were looking at a monster.
The young man felt embarrassed, he was actually not an unpredictable method, but Instaron played the rest. The Black Sir humiliated the old gentleman in the Second Black Rose War, and Brando himself can only learn from it at best.
"So?" Fern asked, "What should we do?"
"Do your own thing," Brando replied, "This is the second thing I want to say today. I'm probably going to leave the territory once, and it may take a month or more."
He clasped his hands and interlaced his fingers: "I don't want to wait for me to return to the territory, it will become a mess here."
"My lord, are you leaving again?" Antitina frowned again: "Schafflund?"
"secret."
The young man put his finger to his lips.