In the end, Reto and Mano chose to believe Brando's words, a person who can speak so conclusively, even if he speaks a lie, at least he must have a little confidence and ability in his heart. The key is that Brando gave them a sufficient reason, that is, rewards-mercenary and rewards are inseparable words, rewards are like a retreat-can make everything unreasonable become reasonable.
It didn't take much time for more than a dozen experienced mercenaries to gather together. They used gestures to communicate, and horses galloped out from the crowd, and then gathered together. In a moment, they all responded.
This group of mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary characters. Brando thought.
However, he still asked the security cavalry members to gather. He needed to divide the people in his hands into two. Although these guys were a bit unbearable, exercise was not unavailable.
Brando ran around these people with his horse, and then he stopped on one side, holding a pocket watch, and estimating the time.
Many of the refugees who lined up slowly in a long distance were looking at the cavalry team of more than 20 people, guessing what they wanted to do. Many of them joined later. They didn't know Brando, but were impressed by the female knight riding a horse to maintain order along the line.
They kept asking who the girl was, so Freya's identity rose from the militia captain to the captain of the security cavalry among the citizens, and then became a member of the Whitemane Swordsman regiment or the Buchi garrison captain. . All in all, at least their leader. They just need to follow that figure and she will naturally take them out.
The slender second hand moved one last time, Brando fixed the time at this moment—
He raised the Elf Sword and pointed forward. The cavalry team immediately moved forward slowly with him, and under his instruction, the horsemen gathered together and rushed to the high ground along a plain route.
"What is he doing?"
"If we rushed up like this and the team of skeleton cavalry didn't show up in that direction, wouldn't we look like fools?" Mano couldn't help asking.
"If those monsters appear in another direction and initiate a counterattack, the refugees will be dispersed before we have time to rescue them. That kid doesn't know how to fight at all, you actually believe what he said." Another person said.
"Don't you believe it?"
"I'm just because of the money." The man was startled and immediately retorted.
Brando has given orders to speed up the cavalry. The horses and horses were rolling, and there was a rumbling sound on the river beach. There were two seconds left. Brando estimated the time. They were the first step to reach the high ground. The riders were stunned just as they climbed the gentle slope.
They saw a group of about forty skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side, which showed that Brando chose the right direction, caught the opponent by surprise, and seized the high ground first.
Everyone couldn't help looking at the young man with a surprised look-how did he judge it
As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. But Brando only glanced at the opposite side, swung his sword twice in a row, and then set his horse forward to point out a tangent to everyone—
He wants them to charge.
But this is not the time to charge at all, it's too impatient! What if the undead turned to a different prediction? Besides, how fast they start up, no one knows, so letting go, wouldn't it be the first to send out the hard-won first!
They should look at each other again, contact each other and temptation, as long as they firmly occupy the high ground, the first move will always be the first move.
Not only the mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the security team turned their attention to Brando. This young man made them magically take the lead from the beginning, and has given them a little confidence in their hearts, so how can they not want to put this at this moment? Advantages are sent out.
But Brando didn't seem to see it. He always pointed his sword in that direction. That only meant one thing-knights, attack forward!
Then he pulled the rein and turned the horse's head, and walked half a circle around his cavalry-and rushed out first.
"Be bold, come with me—"
"If you can't catch up with them, at least drive them below the high ground."
Brando shouted, his leading actions seemed to inject a kind of strength into these people's hearts, that kind of strength is called confidence. In Eruin’s strongest era, the knights and nobles were like banners on the battlefield, and where they were, the kingdom’s will was directed—
Invincible.
However, for many years, this country has not seen that kind of weather. It seems that it can only reminisce about its most glorious age in the twilight, but even these memories will disintegrate and pass away a little bit.
But at this moment, there is a figure on the high ground outside the small Ridenburg, like a bolt of lightning in the dark, piercing straight down, as if to open the prelude to an era.
Charles stared at his lord's back, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help putting his fingers in his mouth and blowing a whistle. Let the horse under the crotch move and then gallop down.
The two rode in two, galloping side by side.
Mano drew out the scimitar as if he had been hit by chicken blood, and looked at the figure that jumped out in front of him angrily. The man and horse are one body, and the movements are meticulous, so that people can't find the slightest fault: "You said he can't ride?"
"He really wouldn't be at first."
"Then you must have been tricked by him, haha."
"Fuck your mother's shit!" An angry voice.
The riders raised their weapons one after another, shouting in unison, and then rolled down like a torrent of torrents. At that moment, the most timid security cavalry also felt blood boiled. In the rushing current, personal strength merged into one. Within the huge collective, it seems that people give birth to the illusion that they are omnipotent and invincible.
When the horse moved, they believed that they would win.
…
The girl picked up the white porcelain teacup again at some unknown time, but the tea was cold early, she held it in her hands, and she could hear her. When Overwell talked about the knights starting to charge, her pale silver-gray eyes glowed with a magical brilliance.
After a while, she asked dazedly: "Has he started charging?"
Then he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, and asked himself: "How wonderful, it seems that we have returned to our most glorious age. The knights of Eruin are holding horns and flying swallowtail flags, and their attendants are holding them. With the square flag. When the horn blew, the knights went forward, and there was a sea of flags on the battlefield, embroidered with the golden Corcovado coat of arms, the coat of arms of Goran-Elson, and the coat of arms of Anlek. Where the kingdom is going, what is invincible—"
Overwell coughed. He knew that the princess had ambitious ambitions that ordinary members of the royal family could not match. He couldn't help sighing. If only she was a boy. Compared with Obergus VII's eldest son and weak tempered son, this princess is more like a generation of British lord.
It's a pity that good luck tricks people.
The girl was also aware of her gaffe, but she naturally let it go. He asked: "Then, did they win?"
Feverwell said: "Of course, please listen to the veterans one by one."
The princess nodded.
…
In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword seemed to always point forward, and the front was a road to miracles. They began to charge, accelerate, and roll down-the group of skeletal cavalry was desperately turning, and then starting, but their route seemed to be exactly what Brando had expected.
More than thirty cavalrymen like a heavy hammer smashed into the fragile formation of the bones. Brando waved his hand, and the half-moon-shaped wind pressure swept away the skeleton soldiers on the four horsebacks—compressed. Then the air hit their fragile ribs, the ribs were recessed, broken, and then the spine, and then the whole body flew up-fell down.
There was a bang, and a huge hole suddenly appeared on the side of the skeleton cavalry.
Brando roared, and then moved forward. The skeleton soldier who blocked him was bombarded by him with a sword and a man, and he also knocked down another skeleton cavalry with a man and a horse. Then the experienced mercenaries on his two wings swarmed up, ripped open the hole erratically, and then passed through the center of this group of undead scout cavalry—
The corpse sorcerer in charge of the command only had time to read the second bar of the spell, and was hit by Brando's sword owl. It fell from the back of the skeleton horse and instantly turned into a pile of burning white flames.
Brando led the riders across, only one security cavalry had a hole in the arm. He took everyone to turn the horse's head together. At that moment, he seemed to be one with himself when he was the offensive captain in the game—he raised his sword, and countless golden spots of light appeared on every skeletal cavalry that was chopped off. —They rose into the air, and then went straight to Brando.
531 experience. Skeleton soldiers are the lowest level of Madara, but skeleton cavalry has more experience than the average lower-level corpse witch. Because they are not only more powerful, but also very agile horses can hardly catch up with these pure bones.
After losing the corpse witch, the lack of intelligence began to act on the instinct. Their instinct was to destroy the living beings. They gathered and prepared to charge.
But Brando easily commanded the mercenaries to bypass them, and re-occupied the high ground, and the two touched again. As a result, another security cavalry was hit with a sword in the thigh, Brando gained 131 experience points, and then the skeleton cavalry team was completely destroyed.
Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest on the spot, and then he took the people and Charles to clean the battlefield. When seeing the scattered bone shelves and the bone horses lying on the ground after losing their owners, almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
They just won like this, only two people were injured.
But they didn't know that Brando's understanding of the tactics of Madara's skeleton cavalry might be better than that of the corpse witches commanding those skeleton cavalry to fight. The young man was riding a horse, staring at the misty east side alone, pursing his lips: Madara is like one of his old enemies, he has never defeated in the game, but now it is different.
The Skeleton Cavalry has nothing of value. Brando just checked it a bit, and then asked Ulliel to collect all their swords. Madara’s Black Dark Sword is also considered to be an excellent one among the White Swords. —After all, not every undead craftsman of every race has the same opportunity to hammer steel with soul fire.
Then he pointed to Reto and Mano far away and said, "Listen to the sound."
At this time, Mano and Leto looked at Brando's eyes completely different. In the previous battle, he not only proved his commanding ability, but his superb swordsmanship and terrifying strength also deeply shocked everyone present. people.
Those skeletons who dared to cross swords with him, all the bones of half of their body broke and flew out, and even the soul steel of Madara would bend and break under that wizard sword.
In particular, the confidence that this young man possessed—as long as he charged with him, it is estimated that the individual would be obsessed with the feeling of passion.
Mano and Leto were startled, and immediately listened carefully. But they heard a rushing sound right away.
"The Skeleton Army, no, Skeleton Sea."
To Brando's expectation, it was Reto who spoke first, and the judgment was quite accurate. He turned his head and took a closer look at the so-called bar owner, and it seemed that the identity of the other party might not be so simple on the surface. He had long suspected that these mercenaries had a history, so strength, I am afraid that it is not just people who generally sacrificed their lives for war.
Mano's face also changed, and the number of skeletons on the foggy side was probably in the thousands. He couldn't help looking back at Brando, how did this young man know? If he didn't know, then he had chosen the timing to attack that team of undead scouts.
It can be said to be just right.
If that team of undead scouts do not get rid of the cavalry, I am afraid they will really fall into extreme passiveness at this moment. Unless those refugees are abandoned and escaped, it seems that neither Brando nor Freya would agree.
"Should you go up and check it?" Renault asked, his face darkened.
"No, they can't catch up with us without the cavalry." Brando waved his hand: "You only need to know about this, and you don't need to say it. I know Madara's tactical intentions very well, and since you are following me , I have the confidence to take you out—"
"But there is one thing. Fighting is inevitable. Every one of us may die here. The fighting will be fierce. It's not such a small fight this time. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"Mentally prepared," Mano smiled: "We are mercenaries, kid, we are much better than you to say this. Let me tell you one thing, this Leto has experienced the bloody battle of Binoque Valley."
November War veteran? Brando glanced at Renault, smiled, retracted the sword and sheathed it, without answering.
Instead, he raised his head and looked at the moon in the east. The moon was getting lighter and lighter, and the dawn was coming—and at least until the dawn, they would not encounter ghosts this night.
He was relieved.