Jazz in Act XXXVIII, The Young Man and the Hunter (Part 1)

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On the banks of the Griss, the sky is getting brighter.

In the middle of the forest, Fern hid under the bushes with the tiger sparrows, and watched without saying a word as the army of nobles outside was noisily passing the forest road—not surprisingly, for discipline was a standard that even the regular army of the kingdom could not meet.

Of course, mercenaries are much better, at least with the consciousness of the ambushers. Hundreds of mercenaries were hiding with bated breath along the forest on the banks of the Gris, waiting for the last noble soldier to enter the predetermined battlefield.

Hundreds of crossbows, long and short bows, are about to be aimed at the prey that is coming into their range.

"Although these guys don't seem to have much combat effectiveness," Tiger Sparrow looked out of the woods and couldn't help but say, "But the scouts are still quite sophisticated, but they just lack a little combat experience." ”

The Grand Master of the Fire Earth Warband glanced at the guy beside him, and he knew that this man had no name, only a nickname.

The tiger sparrow, he had never heard the name of such a bird before-

"Lack a little real experience? It's only you who dare to say that," but Fern couldn't help but think.

As the former captain of the Karasu cavalry, Fern was much more knowledgeable than the average person, and knew that Sir Mintai's scouts were also first-class in the regular army, but this man and the small group of mercenaries he led were too powerful.

He saw with his own eyes the appearance of the Rubis mercenaries going up to kill a group of noble scout cavalry, getting up and leaping, getting on their horses to kill, snatching horses and throwing their corpses in one go - even the corpses of those noble cavalrymen were still lying in the forest, only the body temperature was gradually cold - but the dead man could not stand up and accuse the mercenary captain.

The former cavalry captain couldn't help but feel a little frightened - that kind of Cheng Dù's courage and tacit cooperation made him can't help but wonder if these guys are really mercenaries?

And such a guy is just a servant under the young lord, I'm afraid he can't even be considered a knight. Fern certainly couldn't guess where Brando was, but that didn't prevent him from judging - as a seasoned cavalry captain, he did have a better eye for detail than most.

From the day Brando took Grudin, he had already recognized the extraordinariness of this young man before Juta and Clensia; At the same time, he was the first to suspect Brando's intentions - a nobleman like Brando really didn't need to come to such a poor and remote place, did he?

So what is his purpose?

Although Fern may seem like a big guy, he is actually keenly aware of Brando's well-hidden ambitions, which is why he fell into this camp in the first place.

After he left Karasu's cavalry team, he worked tirelessly to create this mercenary group, and of course he would not be an ordinary person. Fern had long been looking for someone among the nobles to whom he could be loyal, but most of the time, he was looked down upon by those he looked up to, and most of the people who looked up to him were scornful goods like Grudin.

Until Brando put this opportunity in front of him.

The two hit it off.

By the time Fern was lost in his own thoughts, the aristocratic army had slowly entered the forest.

Sir Mintai slowed down after crossing the Griss. It may seem like the mob didn't stay, but he's a cautious man by nature - there's nothing wrong with being careful.

But this caution is not due to an innate sensitivity to war and military affairs, but purely to the carefulness of character.

So when his youngest son caught up from behind, Sir Minthai was determined to let his scattered ranks of mercenaries and privates march along the path in the riverside forest, and the noise of the soldiers along the way annoyed him.

However, there is no point in his restraint, at most it can only be managed for a while.

Instead, he looked at the knights around him with some satisfaction—all his old men, truly seasoned warriors, even with their armor-clad but calm gazes, who were constantly watching the forest around them—who were always on guard with their swords, and who kept the necessary vigilance.

True knights are professional soldiers who have studied the art of war for a long time, and they are naturally different from others. Even their attendants, the noble soldiers who followed the giant drake mounts and wielded all sorts of banners, looked better trained than the mercenaries.

But that's just what it seems.

Our Lord Sir instinctively frowned as the team made their way into the narrow path between the forests, but he was wondering if there would be any trouble next, when the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him.

At the back of the line were only his second son's men - that was the man he had personally allocated to the other party, fifty in all, and he thought that this guy would be able to toss around for a while. However, he didn't expect the other party to tidy up these people well, which was beyond his expectations.

"What's the new trick that kid has come up with?" With this in mind, Sir Mintai turned his head and saw the familiar face that twitched out of the corner of his eyes, and several men rode after him.

Samuel really loved and hated this son.

As he approached the group, Calglis tightened the reins and slowed the horse. The young man stood erect on his horse's back in the most standard knightly posture, like a straight knife, and he casually pushed aside the long, somewhat messy hair on his forehead, and exhaled.

"Father."

"What's wrong with you?"

The visitor smiled with the shyness characteristic of a young man and asked, "Father, how long has it been since the scouts returned?" ”

Sir Mintai was stunned before he realized the problem. But he was obviously reluctant to admit it, and asked a little unhappily, "Why are you asking this, it's only a little late--they may have gone too far, you know my lads are always over-energetic-"

Karglis looked up and glanced into the forest.

"Not necessarily." He said lightly.

"This bastard," Sir Mintai cursed in his heart, "what do you want to say?" ”

Karglis couldn't help but chuckle, staring at his father with a strange expression: "Others say that Sir Sir is a cautious person, but in fact, it's not true-" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that Sir Mintai's face was getting more and more gloomy, and the young man secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and quickly changed his words: "But Father, you are too bold, you obviously found that there was a problem with the scouts, and you still dare to let the army continue to enter the forest?" ”

Although he said that, in fact, he didn't look that worried. After all, the opponent is nothing more than a mob, and no matter how powerful the mob is, it is just a rabble.

The young man thinks very highly of himself, so naturally he will not take Brando's mercenaries seriously.

Of course, if he knew what kind of danger lurked in the forest not far away at this moment, I am afraid he would not think so-

"When will it be your turn to teach me, old man?" Sir Mintai interrupted him angrily: "You were not born when I was fighting."

"Yes, Father, let's stop the army first."

Jazz looked around, a little worried. But he finally found a staircase, and he raised his hand, and the herald immediately conveyed his order.

After a brief commotion, the line stopped.

But it was good not to stop, and when he stopped, Karglis immediately spotted the problem before the experienced knights present. He looked up at the forest, his brow furrowed deeply.

In fact, it wasn't just him, after the young man sniffed something wrong, there were already knights present who also felt abnormal.

When the noisy soldiers stopped, they realized—

The forest is too quiet.

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Fern frowned as well, and the nobleman had stopped a little beyond the ambush circle. With just a little more time, he could attack first, but this matter hung so abruptly that he couldn't go up or down.

He took a breath and stared at every detail outside the forest, thought to himself, and decided to wait a little longer. During Karasu's cavalry career, Fern learned the most was that he had to be calm and calm on the battlefield, which often led to seeing the situation clearly and winning the final victory.

But this time he was wrong.

The sparrow was staring in that direction as well, and he could already sniff out something unusual in the air. As soon as the rider entered the brigade, the noble army stopped, which was not normal, and he first wondered if the other party had discovered his people.

But whether he was aware of it or not, the mercenary captain knew he had to make a judgment.

The cavemen had lurked a hundred meters away from the noble soldiers—armed with the four-armed crossbow given to them by a human for the first time—something Tajib had always wanted to get his hands on, but Gruddin was not stupid enough to send the military supplies to his potential enemies.

Of course, when they join Brando's group, that's a different story.

A distance of 100 meters is a long distance for a human, and even a warrior of the Black Iron Rank would have to cross this distance for several seconds, let alone in the forest.

But that's enough for the cavemen.

At that moment, Tiger Sparrow made a decision.

"Signal—" he commanded in a deep voice.

"Wait," Fern was a little puzzled, "it's too far away, they haven't entered our ambush yet." ”

"We have an absolute superiority in numbers and strength, and the ambush is just the icing on the cake," Tiger Bird replied decisively, "but if we wait for the other side to react, the situation will be beyond our control." ”

"The lord's desire to capture that sir, that's the point of this battle." The mercenary captain continued.

Fern was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted.

That's true.

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(PS. As the dragon gang classmates wish.)