Scene 8 Knights, Attacking Forward

Scene VIII Knights, attacking forward

Leto and Mano finally chose to believe Brando's words. A person can speak so convincingly, even if he opens his mouth to lie, he must at least have some confidence and ability in his heart. The key is that Brando gave them a sufficient reason, that is, remuneration mercenary and remuneration are an inseparable vocabulary, and remuneration is like a retreat that can make everything unreasonable reasonable.

It didn't take much time for more than a dozen experienced mercenaries to gather together. They communicated with each other with gestures. One by one, horses galloped out of the crowd, and then gathered together. In a short while, they all responded.

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

However, he still asked the security cavalry to gather together. He needed the people in his hands to be divided into two groups. Although these guys were a bit unbearable, it was not impossible to exercise.

Brando was letting his horse run around these people, and then he stopped on one side, holding a pocket watch, and was estimating the time.

Many of the refugees who lined up in a long line and moved forward slowly were looking at the cavalry team of more than 20 people, guessing what they were going to do. Many of them joined later, and they didn't know Brando, but they were impressed by the female knight riding a horse to maintain order along the team.

They kept asking who that girl was, so Freya's identity also rose from the captain of the militia at the beginning to the captain of the security cavalry in the mouths of the citizens, and then became a member of the White Mane Swordsmen or the captain of Butch's guard. . All in all, at least their leader. They just need to follow that figure, and she will naturally lead them out.

The slender second hand moved for the last time, and Brando fixed the time at this moment

He raised the elven sword and pointed forward. Let the cavalry team move forward slowly with him. Under his instructions, the riders gathered together and rushed to the high ground along an unremarkable route.

"What is he doing?"

"If we go straight up like this, if the team of skeleton cavalry doesn't appear in that direction, wouldn't we look like fools?" Mano couldn't help asking.

"If those monsters appeared in the other direction and launched a counter-charge, the refugees would be dispersed before we had time to rescue them. That kid doesn't know how to fight, and you believe what he said." Another person said.

"Don't you believe it too?"

"It's just because of the money." The man was startled, and immediately retorted.

Brando has issued an order for the cavalry to speed up.

The people and horses were rolling, and there was a rumbling sound on the river beach. There were still two seconds left. Brando estimated the time. They reached the high ground one step ahead, and the riders were stunned just as they turned over the gentle slope.

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

Everyone couldn't help looking at the young man with a look of surprise. How did he judge?

As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton riders below began to turn. But Brando only glanced at the opposite side, swiped his sword twice, and then put his horse forward to point out a tangent line to everyone

He wants them to charge.

But this is not the time to charge at all, too impatient! What if those undead turned to different predictions? Besides, no one knows how fast they start up. If you let go and charge like this, wouldn't you just give away the hard-earned first hand!

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

Not only the mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the security team all set their sights on Brando. This young man miraculously allowed them to take the lead from the beginning, which had already given them a little confidence, so they were unwilling to take this at this moment. Give away the advantage.

But Brando didn't seem to see it, and he kept pointing his sword in that direction, which only represented one meaning, knights, attack forward!

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

"Follow me if you are brave"

"If you can't catch them, at least drive them down to the high ground."

Brando yelled that his act of taking the lead seemed to inject a kind of power into these people's hearts, and that kind of power was called confidence. In the most powerful era of Aruin, knights and nobles were like banners on the battlefield. Where they were, it was 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 age in the twilight, but even these memories will disintegrate and pass away little by little.

But at this moment, there was a figure standing on the high ground outside the small Rydenburg, like a lightning bolt in the darkness, stabbing straight down, as if to mark the beginning of an era.

Charles stared at the back of his lord, his eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Let the war horse under your crotch move and gallop down.

The two rode together and galloped side by side.

Mano pulled out the scimitar as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and looked angrily at the figure that jumped out in front of him. The horse and man are one body, and their movements are meticulous, so that no one can find a single flaw: "You said he can't ride?"

"He really wouldn't at first."

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

"Put your mother's shit on!" an angrily voice said.

The riders raised their weapons one after another, shouted in unison, and then rolled straight down like a torrent. At that moment, even the most timid security cavalry among them felt the blood boiling in the torrent, and their personal strength merged into a huge Within the collective, it seems that people have the illusion that they are omnipotent and invincible.

As soon as the horse moved, they believed that they would win.

At some point, the girl picked up the white porcelain teacup again, but the tea was cold long ago, she held it with both hands, and she was fascinated by the sound. When Overwell talked about the knights starting to charge, her pale silver-gray eyes glowed with a miraculous brilliance.

After a while, she asked in a daze: "He started charging?"

Then, as if immersed in his own thoughts, he asked himself and answered: "How wonderful, it seems to have returned to our most glorious era. Aruin's knights held horns and fluttering swallowtail flags, and their attendants held When the trumpet blows, the knights march forward, a sea of ​​flags on the battlefield, embroidered with golden Corcova's coat of arms, Goran Elson's coat of arms, Anleke's coat of arms, the kingdom Invincible, invincible”

Overwell coughed. He knew that the princess had ambitions beyond the reach of ordinary members of the royal family, so he couldn't help sighing. It would be great if she was a boy. Compared with the self-willed eldest son and weak-tempered youngest son of Obergo VII, this princess is more like a generation of British lords.

It's a pity that good luck tricks people.

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

Overwell said: "Of course, please listen to the old minister one by one."

The princess nodded.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, it seemed that the young man's sword was always pointing forward, and the road ahead was a road leading to a miracle. They began to charge, speed up, and the group of skeleton cavalry rolling down was turning desperately, and then started, but their route seemed to be completely within Brando's expectations.

More than 30 cavalrymen smashed head-on into the fragile formation of the bones like a heavy hammer. Brando waved his hand, and the half-moon-shaped wind pressure swept away the four skeleton soldiers on horseback after being compressed. The air hit their fragile ribs, the ribs were dented and broken, and then the spine, and then the whole half of the body flew up and fell down.

There was a crackling sound, and a huge hole suddenly appeared on the side of the skeleton cavalry.

Brando roared, and then moved forward, the skeleton soldier who blocked him was blasted away by him with a man and a sword, and knocked down another skeleton cavalry with a man and a horse. Then the seasoned mercenaries on his two wings swarmed up, tore open the opening, and passed through the center of the undead scout cavalry.

The corpse wizard in charge only had time to read the second section of the spell before he was headed by Brando with a sword. It fell from the skeleton horse and instantly turned into a pile of burning white flames.

Brando led the riders across, only one of the security cavalry had a hole in his arm. He led everyone to turn the horse's head. At that moment, he seemed to become one with himself when he was the attacking regiment leader in the game. He raised his sword, and countless golden light spots appeared on every skeleton cavalry that was chopped down. Rise into the air, and then come straight to Brando.

With 531 experience points, the skeleton soldier is the lowest level of Madara's unit, but the skeleton cavalry has more experience than the average lower-level Lich. Because not only are they more powerful, but also it is difficult for ordinary war horses with outstanding agility to catch up with these pure skeletons.

After losing the Lich, the skeletons lacking intellect began to act on instinct. Their instinct was to destroy living beings. They assembled and prepared to charge.

But Brando easily commanded the mercenaries to bypass them and regain the high ground, and the two met again. As a result, another security cavalry got a sword in the thigh, Brando earned another 131 experience points, and then the skeleton cavalry squad was completely wiped out.

Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest in place, and then he took people and Charles to clean the battlefield. When they saw the scattered skeletons and the skeleton horse that fell to the ground after losing its owner, everyone could hardly believe their eyes.

They actually won like this, only two people were injured.

But they didn't know that Brando's understanding of the tactics of Madara's skeleton cavalry was probably deeper than that of the Lich who commanded those skeleton cavalry to fight. The young man was riding on a horse, staring at the misty east alone, pursing his lips: Madara was like his old enemy, he had never defeated in the game, but now it was different.

The skeleton cavalry has nothing valuable. Brando just inspected it a little, and then asked Uriel to collect all their swords. Madara's Black Underworld Sword is also considered to be a relatively good one among the white swords. After all, not craftsmen of every race have the same opportunity as undead craftsmen to hammer and forge steel with the fire of the soul.

Then he pointed to the distance to Leto and Mano, and said, "Listen to the sound."

At this time, Mano and Leto looked at Brando completely differently. In the previous battles, he not only proved his commanding ability, but also deeply shocked everyone present with his superb swordsmanship and terrifying strength. people.

Those skeletons who dared to cross swords with him all had half of their bones cracked and flew out, and even Madara's soul steel was bent and broken under the elven sword.

Especially, the confidence possessed by this young man, as long as he has charged with him, he probably will be obsessed with that kind of blood-boiling feeling.

Mano and Leto were startled, and immediately listened carefully. But they immediately heard a buzzing sound.

"Skeleton army, no, skeleton sea."

To Brando's surprise, it was Leto who spoke first, and his judgment was quite accurate. He turned his head and took a closer look at the so-called bar owner. It seemed that the identity of the other party was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. He had suspected for a long time that these mercenaries had their origins. With such strength, they were probably not just ordinary people who worked hard for the war.

Mano's face also changed, the number of skeletons on the side of the mist is probably tens of thousands. He couldn't help but look back at Brando, how did this young man know? If he didn't know, then he judged the timing of attacking the undead scout cavalry too well.

It can be said to be just right.

If the team of undead scout cavalry is not eliminated, I'm afraid they will really fall into a very passive state at this moment. Unless those refugees were abandoned and escaped, it seemed that neither Brando nor Freya would agree.

"Do you want to go up and restrain him?" Lei Nuo asked with a gloomy expression.

"No, there is no cavalry to keep them from catching up with us." Brando waved his hand: "You just need to know about this, so you don't need to say it. I am very clear about Madara's tactical intentions, and since you are following me , I have the confidence to take you out.”

"But one thing is, fighting is inevitable. Every one of us may die here. The fighting will be fierce. It's not such a small fight this time. You'd better be mentally prepared."

"Psychological preparation," Mano said with a chuckle, "We are mercenaries, kid. If you want to say this, we are much better than you. Let me tell you one thing, this Leto has experienced the bloody battle in Binok Valley."

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

Instead, he raised his head and looked at the moon in the east. The moonlight was getting weaker and fainter. Dawn was approaching, and at least until the morning sun rose, they would not encounter ghosts this night.

He breathed a sigh of relief.