Just as it is not just the sharpness of a sword that determines whether a sword is good or not, a real battle, like anything else that really exists in this world, cannot be explained by a few simple words or a single element or two. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Psychological, physiological, environmental, situation, enemy equipment - these series of factors will affect the final result, the battlefield is always changing, no weapons and armor will always be invincible, even the noble knight class is proud of the whole body plate armor, when the same heavily armed enemy heavy cavalry armed with a three-meter-long cavalry rushing with a powerful force, can only spit blood in the impact of metal twisting and deformation, fractures and internal organs, fall to the ground.

The same is true of skill, just as our Mila was in - and still is not out of this category - in terms of swordsmanship alone, she is now on par with a nobleman who has just acquired the knightly rank, and under Henry's teachings, she can ideally rival a purple-level mercenary - in an ideal situation.

The reason we want to emphasize this point is that swordsmanship is like good equipment, and it is true that they have a role, but it may not be as useful as some people think.

To put it all in the balance, our white-haired Luoan girl's combat power at this moment, as she seems, is about the same as a blue-card mercenary in the prime of life - or maybe a little weaker - This is already excellent, because looking back, it has only been a year and a half since she started to learn swordsmanship, and being able to achieve such an achievement at such an age is inseparable from the girl's own hard work, and if it is in a one-on-one sword competition, she can most likely defeat more than ninety percent of the other blue-card mercenaries who come to challenge.

But in a real frontal battle, Mira's combat power is even worse than those who are weaker than her in mere swordsmanship. There are many factors that cause such contradictions, and if we were to summarize them into two points that are easy to understand, they would be "physical strength" and "experience".

There is no need to explain the physical strength, as a young girl can use the same weapons and armor to continue fighting for as long as a man in the prime of life, as for experience - we always say that the doorway is the insider, this so-called doorway actually refers to such a thing as experience.

The world of Rigal is full of many languages and dialects, and it is the instinct of human and almost all other creatures to understand the basic language as a means of communication, but the ability to read, which is the most important basis for systematic learning of knowledge, is far less widespread than the spoken language - which limits the number of masters of any professional skill to a considerable extent.

The method of teaching by word of mouth is limited by the number of instructors, and is by no means comparable to the efficiency of reading books on one's own, and the act of putting them away by those who know this knowledge, and the value of books, that the only people who can obtain such superior conditions as our Mila - with a good teacher and an abundance of textbooks - can only be obtained by those who are in the upper class of the nobility, and must also be of high rank, and the average knight may not even be able to fully understand these basic swordsmanship.

This is why Joshua, whom he met during his time at Soladin, and his former teacher are sought after among the mercenary world and some of the local nobility. Swordsmanship is unheard of for most ordinary people, and if you find a blue-card mercenary or an ordinary soldier and want to tell him what kind of swordsmanship starting style or a well-known swordsmanship master, his response will be sluggish. The biggest dividing line between blue and purple mercenaries is actually nothing more than this, although anyone can theoretically become a purple or even a red card as long as they complete enough tasks, but the intrigue and trickery in the dark can be far more terrifying than it seems.

But not to mention these, except for most of the purple mercenaries who need to master a certain amount of professional swordsmanship to become a purple-brand mercenary, why the vast majority of ordinary and even excellent-level warriors around the world can survive in such an action as simply blocking and counterattacking on the ever-changing battlefield obviously has a great relationship with a series of experience accumulation such as judgment of the situation.

Good swordsmanship can increase the weight on the balance of your victory, but for the accumulation of combat experience, the weight it occupies is only heavier than it.

The small environment is indoors, with a diameter of about ten meters or so tents, dirt floors, sheepskin wrapping, and wooden supports, while the large environment is in the middle of the enemy's hometown, surrounded by people from the Red-billed Finch clan, and the nearest tent is only a few meters away, so it is very convenient to rush over to support.

There were fifteen enemies in existence, except for the seated patriarch and Ebeni on the side, the remaining thirteen were steppe warriors wearing leather armor with scimitars, and the potential enemies were all the people of the entire Red-billed Finch Clan, the most urgent of which was the rest of the steppe warriors who did not enter due to the space around the tent, and they also carried rattan cards and spears, and if they were assembled, they would pose a far stronger threat than these people with only scimitars.

Anyone can tell if they are at a disadvantage. But how to judge the number and vital forces of the enemy in a very short time, and to change the disadvantage of one's own side by decisive action, Henry's answer is obviously far from being conceivable of Mira at this moment, at least in such a short time.

The story told by the sage was not merely a mockery of Mustafa, but while he had attracted the attention of almost all the people, he quietly approached the oil lamp next to his seat, kicked it down, and poured the burning grease on fire, setting the corner of the tent on fire to a corner of the tent that had isolated some of the steppe warriors - and it was clear that Ebenny had not lowered his guard against the tall man in the slightest.

The moment he drew his sword and struck at Mustafar, he would have been too late to block it if he hadn't been prepared, but the assassination of the head of the Red-billed Finch Clan was too stupid and impulsive to do something Henry would have done—assuming that was his purpose.

"......" Albeni's entire right hand was trembling slightly, and the huge gap in the scimitar blade in his hand was already halfway through, if it weren't for the rather thick back of the scimitar of the prairie, it would have been split in half at this moment - but even so, it was obviously not a reasonable choice to continue using it.

"Hurry up and put out the fire!reinforcements, kill these guys!kill them!" The fat and greasy red-billed finch patriarch screamed as he grabbed his chair with one hand, and the mercenaries in the south were still immersed in the excitement of Henry's sudden frenzy before they reacted and began to prepare for battle. Everyone around him seemed to be in slow motion in the background, except for Albeni, who had a hooked nose, staring directly at Henry with a calm expression.

The army commander of the Red-billed Finch Clan's right hand trembled slightly, and the tingling sensation from the muscles near the joints made him understand that the blow just now, even if he used both hands to block, was only enough to stop—this man's strength and the great sword were too terrifying, and as for why he chose to attack his brother, Abeni, who was so different in mind from Mustafa, could roughly guess it.

"So I guessed correctly, you have not rebelled against this incompetent patriarch so far because of love. Henry spoke, and the vigilance on Albenny's face remained undiminished, and he began to think quickly of what to do, while subconsciously replying, "You can't choose your own family." ”

As he spoke, the steppe warriors on the side without flames quickly killed, Ebeni seized the opportunity to take a step back and pull his brother who was still shouting to leave, the sage weighed and finally chose to take a step back in front of the mercenaries to stop those steppe warriors, the noise attracted the attention of the spear warriors stationed outside the tent, but just as they wanted to rush in, there was a series of shouts and screams in the camp in the distance.

"You've already arranged everything?" The one who opened his mouth to ask the question that everyone wanted to ask was the white-bearded Barrett, who rushed forward to stand on Henry's flank and waved his sword to help him, the middle-aged mercenary with half steppe blood fought in that simple way of blocking and counterattacking, relying on physical ability and better armor, he was on par with the steppe warriors, and the team combat experience seemed to be quite rich, he played quite conservatively and never left the formation, so there was still room to talk at the moment.

"How could it be. Henry shook his head: "I'm not an omniscient sage somewhere, and this kind of thing is unexpected to me. As he spoke, Mira couldn't help but glance at her, who was fleeing with the others outside the tent - but this time our girl of Loan had clearly wronged Henry, for talking to Khalid about attacking and harassing them when he saw the fire and creating chaos for them to stop the attack of the living forces was at best a safe means for him- This can be seen from the fact that Mira and her party did not know, although the time is pressing, but if it is really a battle plan, Henry will definitely explain it to his companions.

The reason why he got into this situation, as we said earlier, was because Henry didn't really intend to clash with the people on the Red-billed Finch Clan's side.

The numerical advantage was huge for the Red-billed Finch Clan, even with the cover of the night and the ability to wreak havoc on a large scale using methods such as arson - it was the fierce steppe people who existed here, not the effeminate, screaming peasants of the West Coast, and once the initial chaos had passed, it was clear that the only thing left was to lose.

Conflict with them was a matter of necessity, and it was not planned at all—but even Henry would still have times when such plans could not keep up with the changes.

The reason why he wanted to attack Mustafa was to test his idea about Ebenny, and Henry had thought that such a capable person as the commander of the steppe nobles would be willing to live under the people, and it was obvious that the patriarch of the red-billed finch must also be a capable person, and this thought had something to do with his knowledge of the traditional culture of the steppe. Hundreds of years ago, when the leader of a powerful clan that had unified most of the steppe asked dozens of his heirs to kill each other to choose the strongest of the left, it was not uncommon for the nobles to poison and murder each other for power when they had multiple heirs. Ebenny is a very capable and level-headed person, and such a person should look further away rather than be bound by family affection, after all, love is always a fragile thing, and having something precious means that there is a weakness that can be exploited. It was impossible for him not to understand such a truth.

But even so, he chose to support his incompetent and stupid brother, and it was clear that the commander could not escape the shackles of humanity - Henry had intended to attack him first and then settle them on the spot, because given that there had been conflict, Albeni would be a dangerous pursuer before they left the grassland, at least this one. But the reason why he still relented was because he felt that the other party might be able to come in handy in some situations in the future, and because Mira and his party in the rear needed his assistance.

"Let's go!" Barrett shouted and pushed the stumbling merchants, Henry's sword swing slashed a steppe warrior with a knife and forced back several other people in the tent, while the spear-wielding warriors outside had not yet reacted from the distant Harried and their attack to determine which direction to support, the group formed a careful formation and quickly exited the tent, and then ran towards the periphery without looking back. The wind was howling outside, and it happened to be a cloudy night, and it was not very bright, which provided cover for them to a certain extent, and quickly left the main camp that began to ignite the fire, listening to the screams and chaos nearby, everyone was a little sluggish for a while.

"What's next!" The completely different outfits and bright plate armor attracted the attention of the Red-billed Finch Clan, and although most of the people didn't know what was going on, it was clear that they couldn't escape the involvement with these foreign mercenaries. They shot their bows and arrows in this direction, but fortunately the mercenaries were all armoured, and the merchants and companions were guarded, and because of the darkness of the night, the arrows did not do much damage.

"Walk towards the camp, inform the people over there, ride horses, try to travel as lightly as possible, throw away everything you can, scatter and don't gather together, they are not numerous enough to catch everyone, scattering and fleeing will increase the difficulty of the pursuit, and they will naturally give up. Heng explained to everyone at a rapid pace - everyone knows these truths, but the words that a calm person can say at such a time can be regarded as the backbone of everyone's heart—and then the sage looked at Mira again.

He didn't need to explain too much, he didn't need any foreshadowing, just a very simple sentence, a look, a sentence: "Let's go." The girl understood the fact that the sage did not intend to abandon his mission.

"Hmm. The white-haired girl's eyes glistened with the glow of the fire burning in the main camp, she couldn't give any other answer, the search for the royal family of the Loan people was closely related to her own origins, not to mention the fact that she could not have been a part of this journey if she had betrayed Henry, she could not imagine how boring her life would have been without being a part of this journey.

"You two...... It's crazy. Barrett on the side was also a little helpless when he looked at the big and small ones who still planned to go in the other direction, Henry looked at Inagi again, and the merchant leader nodded knowingly: "I will go back to explain the family master, although it will be very difficult to go all the way back after losing the supplies, but the merchants in the south are known as Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, and I will go back alive." ”

"Good luck. Henry nodded to the group.

"You too—" They said, and before the chaos was over, the Sage and Mira quickly ran out of the shadows towards the downhill area where low-ranking people like slaves lived. (To be continued.) )