In the age of cold weapons, a war is often not as rosy as people think.

Before encountering such face-to-face fighting, it was difficult for people living in peacetime to guess the pair of eyes that roamed on the battlefield.

The battle was a bone-chilling cold, how the cold, shiny blades plunged into the throat, splattering blood into the night—the dying man struggled and stared with a feeble gaze at the last view he could see.

It should be a picture that gradually fades and stops.

Then, as the blood foam choked back into the lobes of the lungs, the wounded coughed hoarsely and curled up in great misery.

However, there are still many people who take for granted that the scenes in the novel's jokes are replaced by real fights, just like the first players and later in Amber Sword.

Of course, at that time, Brando also had an identity called 'Sophie'.

He remembered that his first real battle of his own in the old game had unfolded comically and ridiculously.

There was no imaginary opening of the formation, and the two armies faced each other, and it was in a similar reckless forest - the Dedetal Forest.

Brando still remembers that place, densely jungled, winding along a steep and rugged coastline, against the caves hidden between the cliffs, the guò and their hide-and-seek slave traders and their private armies.

Because the real confrontation is actually between elite scouts - the player's large army is in an orderly manner in a beautiful line of skirmishers in the jungle, and they are about three times as many as the slaves' private soldiers.

However, the balance of victory and defeat in a real confrontation does not necessarily depend on the number of players, and the beginning of the battle is accompanied by one-sided confusion of the players, which is a matter of course - the team members and organizers cannot find each other, and most people can only form squads to fight on their own.

For hours, both flanks were attacked, and the thousands of men in the center were held back by only a small group of cavalry.

Yes, most people understand that the flanks are under attack.

But here's the problem.

Where are the scouts? Where are the flanks? When you put yourself in the shoes of a massive, cold-weapon battlefield that is several kilometers wide, you will now be able to overlook the entire battlefield at a 45-degree angle is not only a happy thing, but also an unattainable luxury.

Brando vividly remembers that he was in a forest full of his own people, and all kinds of flags were flown on all sides—unions, individuals, knights, squires, swallowtails, square flags, but no one understood what that meant.

Most people, including him, could only be huddled forward, following the crowd for hours blindly.

Occasionally, a small group of slave privates were encountered, and everyone rushed up to the scene, and at first the players were in high spirits, thinking that victory was in sight.

But later, if you look at the battlefield at this moment, you will see that this huge team has long been torn apart.

Two or three professional mercenaries were interspersed between the torn cake, gnawing away the inside like moths.

By the time it was getting late, the enemy was on all sides - recalling the war, which came to be nicknamed the 'Deldetar Massacre' - and in fact the name vividly described the situation of the 1,700-odd players brought together by three guilds.

There is no doubt that these players are very brave warriors, and even if they fight to the death in the end, they all end up being wiped out.

In fact, the real irony is that throughout the morning and afternoon, the players did as much damage to the slavers as they did after nightfall.

Brando remembered the battle, not just with an embarrassed wry smile, but also with a cold sweat.

It wasn't until the later Battle of Buchi (during the Second War of the Black Roses) that players learned how to lay out the battlefield - and what flags they needed.

How to tell which knightly nobleman's army belonged to a certain banner from the oddly shaped badges, players also learned to place the battlefield on a flat gentle slope below a piece of high ground, so that their commanders could see the battlefield within a 10-kilometer radius.

Just like the current 'Maned Wolf' Maca**.

Of course, the battle between the mercenaries and the bandits is far from a war.

However, the battle in the forest was the same, and as Brando tightened the reins so that the thick bushes would not disturb his horse, he turned back and saw some figures in green cloaks and grapefruit bows flashing through the forest.

If you are an ordinary person, you may not be able to notice these guys at all.

Of course, they weren't lizardmen, and Brando thought that the lizardmen in the Balogan forest were a branch of the salamanders, and although their grainy, fine-scaled skin was dark green, these dwarf creatures weren't as tall and burly as the mountain people.

There is no doubt that those are the best hunters among the mountain people - forest-piercing archers.

This is the name given to them by the Cruz people who invaded the area, a title that was like a ghost hovering over the forest to the soldiers of the Empire more than two hundred years ago, but an honorary title to the mountain people.

It means the quickest hunter, the most accurate marksman, the best ranger.

"I don't know where Macaro got these rangers," Brando's fingers thought, silently tapping the metal ornament on the reins.

Of course he had heard of these 'one of the most outstanding rangers in mankind', and in fact he had fought alongside them for some time in the past, or in the future, perhaps not too long, but enough to impress.

"Could it be that they've been wandering around the area for a long time?" With a good ranger, the mercenary group will have much easier time doing their job.

Clearly, the Maned Wolf has a knack for dealing with his opponents - in fact, Brando knows that in times of chaos, the mercenaries are far more familiar with their opponents than they are with them.

This is the case with the members of the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group, it is not the first or second time they have done this kind of work, it is not uncommon to hire mercenaries to fight against bandit groups entrenched in the wilderness, and the more famous the mercenaries, the more experienced they tend to be.

And the 'maned wolf' Makaro will naturally not be an unknown person.

According to Brando's own opinion, if the player wants to deal with the bandits, the best idea is naturally to pull out the opponent's nest once and for all.

He took a look at Macaro's arrangement and understood that the other party's approach was not far from what he thought.

However, they also have the advantage that they have already determined the location of the lizardmen tribe, and the silver elf ruins of Balogan are difficult for outsiders to find, but they are easy for locals and hunters of mountain people.

Originally, Brando was a little hesitant at first, he was not sure if he had to join the other party on the adventure.

After all, he could have hired someone to follow him and wait for the plane.

However, there are some risks in doing so, and rashly following behind a mercenary group can be seen as a provocative act of strict zhòng, which may cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Young people don't want to make a difference, so they think of using the mercenaries to write the existing provisions above.

But now it seems that he didn't expect that there are so many foresters under Macarro's men, which is a surprise.

Of course, it also reminded him that he didn't act according to the 'a' plan at the beginning, otherwise how could the ordinary guide not be seen in front of the forest wearer.

He couldn't help but look at Macaro and Buga.

'Maned Wolf' Macaro and Buga both had stiff faces, and they deliberately let Brando see his piercing archers, which was also a last resort, this was just a deterrent.

Brando's group of fifteen men was like a ticking time bomb in the middle of the group, but he couldn't have put them in front or behind, because it would be more dangerous.

Of course, if he had a choice, Macaro would definitely choose to throw Brando out.

In fact, Buga had already given him such a gesture more than once.

But Macaro shook his head in the end.

He touched the scar on his face, the 'Gray Wolf' mercenaries couldn't do anything to be sorry for the honor of the group as a whole, although many mercenary groups did - even some of the large mercenary groups that are now famous - their past was not necessarily very glamorous.

But he and Buga actually understood that they were the same as the group.

The two men glanced at each other, and they all thought of the young man Echo.

"Eco is still in town?" Makaro asked.

Buga dots.

"Forget it, let him go.

It's not his fault," the red middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that we can't talk to him too much." ”

"He's also doing it for your good."

"He saw the strangeness on the other side of the cards, but he didn't know that we already knew, Drake was calculating us, and that idiot didn't know that we were calculating him too."

Macaro tilted his head disdainfully: "But the real trouble now is not that guy, but the young man in the team."

I'm now sure he's not in the same league as Solitaire, but that doesn't worry me much. ”

"That's a sarcasm, you know."

Maned Wolf laughed at himself rarely.

Cloth is deep and sympathetic.

However, Brando doesn't understand how much his arrival has caused trouble for the two future bigwigs.

There were about seventy people in their group, and they went straight to the silver elf ruins in the forest, if they could fight a sneak attack, if not, it was estimated that this time the work would last for several days.

Banditry in the forest is not something that can be done overnight.

It's just that he was on a horse, thinking about something else.

He remembered the strategy post on the forum again, but he couldn't figure out when the 'Maned Wolf' Makaro got involved with a mercenary group called 'Gray Wolf' again, shouldn't it be 'Shan Mu Lan'? A light purple flower that blooms in the mountains of the south.

What is the symbol of using that flower as the emblem of the mercenary group? He shook his head suddenly, throwing the unrelated thought out of his mind, and then like a flash, it cut through the dark sky and sea.

It was as if he had been poured a basin of cold water from his head, and he remembered the connection between the term and the previous one.

Gray Wolf Mercenary Group! That's right, the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment! Brando raised his head and felt that the mountains and forests around him seemed to be dyed with a strange color, it was just a simple task to clean up the bandits, but now it seemed that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that there are more than seventy members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group that he saw.

Among them, more than half of them are at the level of black iron, and one-fifth are at the level of silver, and there are also forest piercing archers, such a team to clear out more than a hundred lizardmen bandits in the early 2O level, what other strategies are needed there.

But there must be something wrong with it.

Brando had barely taken a soft breath when he heard Antitina ask from behind.

"Why do you put people there, it's not the norm."

He barely had to look back to think of the aristocratic daughter's frown.

"You know what, little girl."

It's that Reddy's voice.

Brando immediately sketched a stinky face.

(P.S. If you're used to last month's steady update, I'm going to start to surprise you this month.)