Act VIII Knight, Forward Attack

Leto and Mano eventually chose to take Brando's word for it. A person can speak so conclusively, even if he opens his mouth to lie, he must at least have some confidence and ability in his heart. The point is that Brando gives them a good reason, and that is that the gratuity - mercenary and gratuity are an inseparable word, and the gratuity is like a way out - can make everything unreasonable reasonable.

It didn't take much time for a dozen or so seasoned mercenaries to gather together, they exchanged gestures, one horse after another galloped out of the crowd, and then gathered together, and in a matter of moments, they were all there.

These mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary people. Brando thought to himself.

However, he still asked those people of the security cavalry to gather as well, and he needed to divide the people in his hands into two groups, although these guys were a little unbearable, but it was not unusable to exercise and exercise.

Brando was herding his horse and running around the men, then he stopped on one side, pocket watch in hand, and was estimating the time.

Many of the refugees in the distance, who were slowly marching forward in a long line, were looking at the cavalry of more than twenty people, guessing what they wanted to do. Many of them joined later, not knowing Brando, but rather impressed by the female knight who rode along the line to keep order.

They kept asking who the girl was, and Freya's status rose from the original militia captain to the head of the security cavalry in the mouths of the citizens. After a while, he became a member of the White-Maned Swordsmen or the captain of the Buchi Garrison. All in all, at least their leader. They just need to follow that back, and she will naturally lead them out.

The slender seconds hand moved one last time, and Brando froze time at this moment—

He raised his elven sword and pointed forward. The ranks of the cavalry suddenly moved slowly forward with him, and under his direction, the riders gathered together and rushed along a prosaic route to the high ground.

"What is he doing?"

"If we go straight up like this, won't we look like fools if that skeletal cavalry doesn't appear in that direction?" Mano couldn't help but ask.

"If those monsters appear in the other direction and launch a counter-charge, the refugees will be dispersed before we have time to come back to our rescue. That kid doesn't know how to fight, and you believe what he says. Another said.

"Don't you believe it too?"

"I'm just because of the money." The man was stunned and immediately retorted.

Brando had given the order for the cavalry to speed up. The men and horses were rolling and rumbling on the riverbank, and in two seconds, Brando estimated the time, and they reached the high ground first, and the riders were stunned as they had just climbed the gentle slope.

They saw a group of skeleton cavalry of about forty men rapidly retreating on the other side, which showed that Brando had chosen the right direction, caught the other side by surprise, and seized the high ground first.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the young man with a look of amazement - how did he judge?

As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. But Brando only glanced at the other side, swung his sword twice in succession, and then put his horse in front of him and pointed out a tangent line to everyone.

He wanted them to charge.

But this is not the time to charge at all, too impatient! What if those undead turn to a different prediction? Besides, how fast they start, no one knows, so let it go. Wouldn't you give away the hard-won first hand!

They should look again, touch each other and tempt each other, and as long as they hold the high ground, the first move will always be the first move.

Not only the mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the vigilante set their sights on Brando, this young man had given them a magical lead from the beginning, and it had already created a little confidence in their hearts, so they were not willing to give away this advantage at this moment.

But Brando, as if he didn't see it, kept pointing his sword in that direction, and it only meant one thing - knights, attack forward!

Then he pulled the reins and turned his horse's head, and walked half a circle around his horsemen - and rushed out first.

"If you have the guts, follow me—"

"If you can't catch up with them, at least drive them below the heights."

Brando shouted, and his actions seemed to inject a kind of strength into the hearts of these people, and that power was called confidence. In the power of Eruin, knights and nobles were like banners on the battlefield, and where they were, they were the will of the kingdom.

Invincible.

For many years, however, the country has not seen that kind of weather. It seems that it can only recall its most glorious years in the twilight, but even these memories will disintegrate and pass away little by little.

But at this moment there was a figure on the high ground outside the small Rydenberg. It is like a lightning bolt in the darkness, stabbing straight down, as if to draw the prelude to an era.

Charles stared at his lord's back, his eyes shining, and he couldn't help but put his fingers in his mouth and whistle. Let the war horse under the crotch move, and follow the gallop down.

Two people rode in two, and galloped side by side.

Mano drew his scimitar as if he had been beaten with blood, and looked angrily at the figure in front of him who had jumped out. The man and horse are one, and the movements are meticulous, so that people can't find the slightest fault: "You said he doesn't know how to ride?" ”

"He really won't start with."

"Then you must have been tricked by him, haha."

"Fuck your mother's shit!" An indignant voice.

The riders raised their weapons one after another, shouted in unison, and then rolled down like a rushing torrent, and at that moment even the most timid of the security cavalry felt their blood boiling—in the midst of the rolling and rushing, the power of the individual merged into a huge collective, as if giving people the illusion that they were omnipotent and invincible.

As soon as the horses moved, they believed that they would be victorious.

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The girl didn't know how to pick up the white porcelain teacup again, but the tea was already cold, and she held it in both hands, and she could hear it. When Overwell spoke of the knights beginning to charge, her pale silver-gray eyes glowed with a strange brilliance.

After a while, she asked in a daze: "Did he start charging?" ”

Then, as if immersed in his own thoughts, he asked himself, "How wonderful, it seems to have returned to our most glorious times, with the knights of Eruin carrying trumpets and fluttering swallowtails, and their attendants holding square flags. When the horn sounded, the knights marched forward, and the battlefield was covered with a sea of flags, embroidered with the coat of arms of the golden Korkova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson. The coat of arms of Anlek, the kingdom wants, the invincible—"

Overwell coughed, knowing that the princess had ambitions in her heart that ordinary royals could not match, and he couldn't help but sigh, if only she were a boy. Compared with the eldest son and weak younger son of Obergu VII, this princess is more like a generation of heroes.

It's a pity that creation makes people.

The girl was also aware of her gaffe, but she naturally let it go. "And then, did they win?" he asked. ”

"Of course, please listen to the old ministers one by one." ”

The princess nodded.

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In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword seemed to always point forward, and ahead was a road to a miracle. They began to charge, to accelerate, to roll down—the skeletal cavalry was desperately turning, then starting, but their course seemed to be exactly what Brando had expected.

More than thirty horsemen smashed into the fragile formations of the skeleton like a heavy hammer, and with a wave of his hand, Brando's half-moon wind pressure swept away the skeleton soldiers on the back of the four horses—the compressed air hit their fragile ribs, which were concave and broken, then the spine, and then the whole half of their bodies flew upwards - and fell.

There was a click, and a huge opening suddenly appeared on the side of the skeleton cavalry.

Brando roared. Further forward, the skeleton soldier who stood in his way was blasted out by him with his sword and man, and he also knocked down another skeleton cavalryman with his horse. Then the seasoned mercenaries on both sides of his flanks swarmed up, tearing open the opening in a devastating manner, and then actually passed through the center of the undead scout cavalry.

The corpse wizard in charge had only time to read the second measure of the spell before he was struck by a sword owl from Brando, which fell from the back of the skeleton and turned into a pile of burning white flames in an instant.

Brando led the riders across to each other, only one of the vigilantes had a slit in his arm. He led everyone to turn the horse's head in unison, and at that moment he seemed to be one with himself in the game when he was the leader of the attack—he raised his sword, and countless golden points of light rose from each of the skeletal cavalrymen that had been chopped down - and they rose into the air, and then headed straight for Brando.

531 experience. The Skeleton Soldier is the lowest class of Madara, but the Skeleton Cavalry is more experienced than the average low-level Corpse Witch. Because they are not only more powerful, but also agile, it is difficult for ordinary war horses to catch up with these pure bone frames.

After the loss of the Corpse Witch, the skeletal skeletons who lacked intelligence began to act on their instincts, their instinct to destroy living beings, and they gathered together and prepared to charge.

But Brando lightly commanded the mercenaries to bypass them and reoccupy the high ground, and the two met again. As a result, another vigilante cavalry was stabbed in the thigh, Brando gained another 131 experience, and the skeleton cavalry squad was wiped out.

Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest in place, and then he took the men and Charles to clean up the battlefield. When they saw the scattered skeletons and the skeletal horses that had lost their owners and had fallen to the ground, everyone could hardly believe their eyes.

They just won, only two people were injured.

But they didn't know that Brando's understanding of the tactics of Mardala's skeleton cavalry was probably deeper than that of the corpse witch who commanded the skeleton cavalry in battle. The young man sat on his horse, staring at the misty east, pursing his lips: Madara was like one of his old enemies, he had never defeated in the game, but now it was different.

The skeleton cavalry was of little value, Brando only checked it a little, and then asked Ulliel to collect all their swords, and Mardara's Black Hades Sword was one of the better of the tabula rasa swords - after all, not every race of craftsmen had the same opportunity to hammer steel with soul fire.

Then he pointed to Leto and Mano in the distance and said, "Listen to the voice." ”

At this time, Mano and Leto looked at Brando with completely different eyes, in the previous battle, he not only proved his command ability, but his amazing swordsmanship and terrifying strength also deeply shocked everyone present.

The skeletons that dared to fight him with the sword, all half of their body bones were shattered and flew out, and even the soul steel of Madara had to be bent and broken under that elven sword.

In particular, the confidence that this young man possesses - as long as he has charged with him, it is likely that a person will be infatuated with that feeling of blood boiling.

Mano and Leto were stunned for a moment, and immediately listened carefully. But they immediately heard a commotion.

"Army of Skeletons, no, Sea of Skeletons."

To Brando's surprise, it was Leto who spoke first, and he judged it quite accurately. He looked back at the so-called bar owner carefully, and it seemed that the identity of the other party was not necessarily as simple as it seemed. He had long suspected that these mercenaries had a background. With such strength, I am afraid that it is not just ordinary people who work hard for war.

Major's face also changed, and the number of skeletons on the side of the mist was probably in the thousands. He couldn't help but look back at Brando, how did this young man know? If he didn't know, then he would have chosen too well to time the attack on the undead scout cavalry.

It's just right.

If the undead scout cavalry is not eliminated, I am afraid that they will really fall into a very passive situation at this time. Unless they abandon the refugees and run away, it seems that neither Brando nor Freya will agree.

"Do you want to go up and contain it?" Renault's face sank and he asked.

"No, they can't catch up with us without cavalry." Brando waved his hand: "You just know about it, you don't need to say it." I know well the tactical intent of Madara, and since you follow me, I have the confidence to lead you out—"

"But one thing, fighting is inevitable, and every single one of us could die here. The battle will be fierce, not such a small fight this time, you better be mentally prepared. ”

"Mentally prepared," Mano smiled, "We are mercenaries, boy, and we are much better than you when it comes to this." I'll tell you something, this Leto has been through the bloody battle of Binoch Valley. ”

November War veteran? Brando glanced at Renault, smiled, put his sword back into its sheath, and did not answer.

He looked up at the moon in the east, which was fading and dawn was approaching—and at least until the morning light rose, and they wouldn't encounter ghosts that night.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

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