After leaving the valley, the refugee team headed east, lacking open flames, and the entire long team was immersed in darkness.
The team occasionally meanders in the mountain stream, looking towards the dark mountain top, it is a shadowy tip of the fir. If it were not for the stars, it would be difficult for someone to discern the direction in this environment. People in the back often can only passively follow the team in front, one after the other, and the whole team is composed of ordinary citizens-although the fear of emotion makes them more conscious, but It will inevitably jingle as we move forward.
Freya divided the refugees into several areas under Brando's instructions, and each area had two backbones responsible for maintaining order. Freya told the citizens what to do, and Brando told them what would happen if they didn't do it-in this way, the whole team could be restrained by force.
But several experienced captains are not too worried. Reto and Mano are experienced in fighting, telling Brando that in the lush forest, the voice is not too far, and the distance of at most an arrow will become like a whisper. .
The Fulong Tower of the Whitemane Swordsman Group listened to the wind passing by the mountain, and the rushing sound of the trees had long overwhelmed all other sounds, telling Brando that his hearing was not as effective as his vision in this environment.
Brando listened attentively to the sound of the wind, and it came from a distance, as if it were pine waves, and it was like a flock of birds in a fir forest, making a creaking sound, but when listening carefully-there is no smell: Qingyuan, Long, like the sound of a group of wonderful musical instruments playing in the mountain wind; and like a mysterious whisper, it is something unknown in the forest is telling the world.
In Golan-Elsen and even the entire southern border of Eruin, people describe the whispers in the forest as the bewitching whispers of witches. Legend has it that many people never return in the forest because they have been tricked by witches.
These legends are of course not enough to believe, but at this moment there is a strange sense of mystery in the taste.
Brando led the horse to the side of the team, followed by other mercenaries. Because everyone has only one horse, the riders try to save the horse's physical strength to prepare for possible battles at any time. Although the war horses in this world are very strong and powerful, they are about 20% more powerful than ordinary horses, but in fact, cavalry seldom use horses as mounts, because in the war here—they seem to be too much. 'Weak'.
They had deviated eastward about ten miles from the valley, in fact they had left the range of Yinque Mountain. It’s not like a highly developed society, where the smallest mountain is also marked with a code. For example, Brando doesn’t know what its name should be.
It should belong to the southeast extension of the Bucks Hills, but it is deviated from the main road and is uninhabited. Hunters can only pass through this place during the hunting season. Therefore, hunters' huts can sometimes be seen in the mountains.
Brando had already let go of the gargoyle and let it go southwest. At the same time, the scout cavalry followed their path back.
In about half an hour, the news came back. The two veteran mercenaries looked pale when they saw Brando, and they found bones in the mountains and plains at half the distance.
Brando can guess such a scene:
When you see a gray-white ocean of rugged skeletons slowly appearing from the top of the mountain, and then a little bit over the forest, and then falling down, there is only a sound of'crushing' in the mountain, which is really shocking.
Therefore, while calming down the two mercenaries to rest, he told others about the weakness of these bones, so that they would not lose their fighting spirit because of the imminent danger.
He sent spies to the northwest—
Brando knows Madara's customary arrangement at this time. Step by step, it can be flexibly transferred, and the scout control range is also very large, which can be supported before and after. This tactic is designed to give full play to the advantages of the Madara undead army-in fact, in the early days of the Black Rose War, the dark lords once used excellent middle and lower-level commanders to carry forward this tactic.
But it has a fatal flaw.
That is the eyes. Once the support of the ghost is lost, there will be a huge gap between the squadron and the squadron, especially in such mountainous areas, it is easy to be divided and interspersed by opponents. And another weakness is that if the commander is too inferior, this arrangement will easily play the classic "fuel tactics" situation.
Of course, the reason why the Madara army dared to adopt this arrangement before the Second Black Rose War was on the one hand a manifestation of self-confidence. There are so many outstanding talents that they can use in this era.
On the other hand, there are not many ways to discover ghosts in this era—
It's just that Brando "coincidentally" knows one.
He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the hillside—
…
Mano took the militia from the Self-Defense Regiment through the fir woods—this seasoned mercenary kept looking back to see the beautiful white stag in the valley below—Brando told him it would point out the hideout of the horrible undead for them Where.
Mano is skeptical about this, he has to behave in order if he wants to fight, instead of being mysterious like a wizard. It was like at this moment that they had left the refugee team far behind, almost a mile away, but the beast still didn't react at all.
But just as he was about to scold his mother, he saw that the elegant creature suddenly turned his head in one direction, pressing his hoof against the ground with an agitated expression.
over there!
Mano immediately pointed the scimitar forward, letting others rush over quickly.
In that direction, there was a fir forest that was no different from other places, but they had just moved up from the left and right, and a hazy light emerged from the forest, like a pale white shadow, and then again. Gradually formed a halo of human form floating in the air.
Isn't this a ghost, Martha is on
Not only the militiamen behind, but even Manuo himself halted, but the pale figure had already screamed towards these militiamen with teeth and claws.
The ferocious scream made everyone's heart cold, but on the contrary, the voice in the forest suddenly calmed down—
Mano felt that he had never fought such a weird battle in his life. For a moment, the ghostly face looked like many of his dead comrades in arms, but he hurriedly shook his head to throw this idea out of his mind. Brando had told him : All this is an illusion, don't take advantage of it.
He didn't dare to doubt that young man at all now, the scene before him was really weird.
Mano tightened the scimitar in his hand.
The sharp blade was swiped, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, but immediately a layer of ice formed. Mano didn't know well and didn't have a real sense of blow, which showed that he was swept away with this knife.
The ghost is between the spirit body and the substance, and a physical attack has a half chance of failing.
Mano was too late to make a big evasive movement, and the opponent's pale fingers had already stretched out his five orifices-he turned his head in a critical juncture, letting the opponent's slender fingertips pass through his shoulders.
The veteran mercenary rushed to his shoulders with a bit of cold, as if his entire left arm had completely lost consciousness.
"Attack, you bastards!" He fell to the right, and then yelled at the stunned militia. Only then did these citizens react, and one after another set up spears to pierce the ghost.
The three spears passed directly through the looming shadow, but the other two raised the ghost to make it scream.
Mano bounced from the ground, slashing at the pale light and shadow diagonally. This time he was lucky, and the sword hit the essence of the opponent's soul, and the strength of the black iron swordsman burst out in an instant, causing the ghost to scream and then disappear—
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sit down on the ground with soft hands and feet. No one spoke. In fact, even Mano, a veteran, was a bit sad.
But at this moment there was only one thought in his mind: How did that young man know this
…
The young man took his gaze back, and Mano and Bartom did a good job. He couldn't help but be thankful that he had these veteran mercenaries under his hands, otherwise it would be really troublesome for him to deal with these middle-level undead.
However, the soul statue (white deer) is actually a very common exorcism object, but it takes a certain amount of imagination to connect it with the military. Brando couldn’t help but look back at Freya. This method was actually correct back then. It was invented by this Valkyrie.
Does this count as plagiarism
But anyway, Madara lost these ghosts as eyeliners, and they will definitely feel bad this night. Perhaps the necromancers who control them will soon discover that the ghosts they sent have disappeared collectively in a certain direction, but that doesn't mean anything-they still need to verify and wait for news again.
One or two hours is enough for him to do a lot of things.
The gargoyle continued to fly southwest, and Brando finally saw a skeletal cavalry walking through the woodland. He doesn't know if he missed anything else before, but this must be the front line of a column.
So he found another skeleton cavalry three minutes later.
At the same time, Madara’s tactical characteristics during this period coincided with what he wanted in his mind. He let the gargoyle cross a few mountain streams in a direction tangent to the ridge, and he quickly saw a black and heavy valley in the valley. Skeleton soldiers constitute an army.
About two hundred, one squadron.
The gargoyle continued along the valley again, exactly as he had imagined. Brando immediately found two other squadrons-although he couldn't see which column they should belong to, none of the commander-level generals of the Madara squadron at this time was easy to provoke.
He thought that "White Knight" Alberton and Wessa should not have reached such a back position, but they should always be one of Di Ren, Gurobu or "Blood Witch" Ledios.
Two main generals, five columns, close to the size of 10,000 undead, concentrated in the hills that are no more than twenty to thirty miles wide, the undead army really began to advance vigorously under the curtain of night—
Time became a little tight.
Brando also wanted to see how big the deep area between the second and third floors of Madara was, and where the other column was, but the gargoyle had reached its maximum flight range. Of course, although he had fooled Madden and Brayson before, saying that the gargoyle had surveyed the entire Buchi area in a day, but in fact, the gargoyle was not omnipotent.
It's one and a half in the morning.
The news from the northwest also came back, that a large number of zombies appeared in that direction as Voltaron expected—the elite troops of'dead maggots' really came from the Jianshi River Valley.
When the news spread among the mercenaries, everyone looked a little solemn. They had a chance at first, but they didn't expect it to develop towards the worst result in the end.
As a result, the refugee team was trapped in a siege. Of course, unless they can speed up to break through the encirclement to the north, and escape the gap before encircling the encirclement.
But the mercenaries looked at the refugees, then at Freya and Brando, knowing that it was impossible.
Everyone was silent for a while.
Freya grabbed the reins nervously, and subconsciously cast her gaze to Brando.
And only Brando took a look at his pocket watch, then turned on his horse, as if he hadn't cared about the surrounding atmosphere at all—
He drew out his sword with a loud cry, and said to these people: "Listen well, everyone—"
The young man’s voice was sonorous and loud.
"There are two squadrons to the southwest of us, two to three miles away from us, and one squadron in a further direction. And there are four undead scout cavalry who touched from those directions. I want to tell you. We are going to kill two of them and attack one of the squadrons to open a hole—"
"We have to go behind the'dead maggots', just as we expected."
"We have two hours to complete all of this. Two hours later we started to hide and seek with Madara's army of undead." Brando raised the sword and pulled the reins to make the horse spin in front of everyone, revealing Mocking expression.
"Why, are you scared?"
There was no sound.
Everyone was stunned at this moment. How did this young man know all this? He won't just talk about it, right
But although Brando was unexpected every time, most of them knew that he had never said anything. Especially when he stood upright on horseback, raised his sword and pointed it to the southwest-every word was eloquent, just like when he led them to charge.
As if the direction his sword was pointing at, that direction was the road to miracles, and no matter how hard it was, it would eventually open up a way.
That is after the thorns are separated, leaving a blood path—
Brando looked at these people without saying a word, just like he took those like-minded people with him to charge Madara. Someone once said that he was the most qualified assault leader, because once he made a decision, he would never move forward.
No one spoke.
But all the mercenaries turned on their horses, brushing the sound of metal rubbing together.
"All for victory."
"Long live Eruin—"