Vol 2 Chapter 13

Act XIII before World War I

After leaving the valley, the refugee procession headed eastward, lacking an open flame, and the entire long procession immersed in darkness.

The team meandered occasionally in the mountains, looking towards the dark mountains, a shadowy fir-tree tip. If it were n’t for the stars, it would be difficult for anyone to figure out the direction in this environment. The people behind can often only passively follow the team in front, one after the other, and the entire team is composed of ordinary citizens-although the fear makes them conscious, But it is inevitable that the bell will ring as you move forward.

Freya divided refugees into regions under Brando's instructions, and each region had two backbones responsible for maintaining order. Freya tells these small citizens what to do, Brando tells them what would happen if they didn't do it this way-so that they could only restrain the entire team by doing so.

But several experienced captains were not too worried. Reto and Mano had rich experience in fighting, telling Brando that the voice was not too far away in the lush forest, and the distance of at most one arrow would become whispered. .

The White-Maned Swordsman's Fulong Tower heard the wind passing by the mountain, and the noise of the trees was long before all other sounds, telling Brando that hearing in this environment is not as effective as vision.

Brando listened to the wind and heard it from afar, as if it were Songtao, and it was like a flock of birds in a fir forest, making a creaking sound, but when you listen carefully-don't have a taste: Qingyuan , Long, like the sound of a wonderful set of musical instruments playing in the mountain wind; It is also a mysterious whisper, which is an unknown existence in the forest telling the world.

In the Golan-Elson and even the entire southern border of Eruin, the whispers in the forest are described as the whispering whispers of witches. It is said that many people have never returned in the forest because of the witch's scheme.

Of course these legends are not enough to believe, but at the moment there is a strange mystery to taste.

Brando took the horse to the side of the team, and he was followed by other mercenaries. Because everyone has only one horse, riders try to save their horses' energy as much as possible in case of a battle at any time. Although the war horses in this world are exceptionally strong and about 20% stronger than ordinary horses, in fact, cavalry soldiers rarely use horses as mounts, because in the war here-they look the same. Too 'cowardly'.

They had deviated eastward from that valley by about ten miles, in fact they had left the area of ​​Yinqueshan. It doesn't look like a society with a highly developed civilization. The smallest mountain is also coded. For example, this mountain, Brando doesn't know what it should be called.

It should belong to the southeast part of the Bucks Hills, but it is deviated from the avenue and uninhabited. Hunters can only pass here during the hunting season, so the hunter's hut can sometimes be seen in the mountains.

Brando had already let the gargoyle out and let it go southwest. At the same time scout cavalry traced their way.

About half an hour, the news came back. The two experienced mercenaries looked pale when they saw Brando, and they found the bones of the mountains and mountains at half the distance.

Brando could guess that scenario:

When you see a sea of ​​gray, skeptical skulls slowly appearing from the top of the mountain, and then drifting through the forest a little, there is only a sound of 'wow' in the mountains, which is really shocking.

Therefore, while warmly appeasing the two mercenaries to go to rest, he told others the weaknesses of these bones so that they would not lose their fighting spirit because of the imminent danger.

He sent another spy to the northwest--

Brando knows the customary arrangement of Madara in this season. Progressive layers, which can be flexibly transferred, and the scout control range is also very large, which can be supported before and after. This tactic is designed to take full advantage of the number of Madara's undead army-in fact, in the early days of the Black Rose war, the dark lords once carried forward this tactic with excellent middle and lower commanders.

But it has a fatal drawback.

That's the eyes. Once the ghost's support is lost, there will be a huge gap between the squadron and the squadron, especially in such mountainous areas, it is easy to be divided and interspersed by opponents. And another weakness is that if the commander is too inferior, this arrangement will easily lead to the classic 'fueling tactics' situation.

Of course, the reason why the Madara army dared to adopt such an arrangement before the Second Black Rose War was, on the one hand, a manifestation of self-confidence. There were too many outstanding talents available in this era.

On the other hand, the means by which ghosts can be found in this era are not many--

It's just that Brando "just happens to" know one.

He couldn't help but looked up at the hillside--

Mano took the militia of the Self-Defense Regiment through the fir forest--the veteran mercenary kept looking back at the beautiful white stag in the valley below--Brando told him it would point them to those terrible Where the undead is hiding.

Mano was skeptical. He wanted to fight well, not just as mysterious as a wizard. Just like at this moment they have left the refugee team behind them, almost a mile away, but the beast did not respond at all.

But just when he was about to scold his mother, he saw that elegant creature suddenly turned his head in one direction, and showed his anxious expression with his hoof against the ground.

over there!

Mano immediately pointed his machete forward and let others jump over quickly.

In that direction is a fir forest that is not different from other places, but they have just scrambled up from the left and right, and a dim light emerges from the woods, like a miserable white shadow, and then again A humanoid halo floating in the air gradually formed.

Isn't this a ghost, Martha is on?

Not only those militiamen behind him, but even Mano himself, but the pale figure had screamed at the militiamen.

The howling shiver made everyone's heart cold, but it made the sound in the forest quiet all of a sudden--

Mano felt that he had never fought such a weird battle in his whole life, and that ghostly face was like a lot of his comrades-in-arms for a moment, but he hurriedly shook his head to throw the thought out of his mind, Brando told him : All of this is an illusion. Don't take advantage of it.

He didn't dare to doubt the young man now, the scene before him was too weird.

Mano tightened his machete.

The sharp blade swiped out, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, but immediately formed a layer of ice. Mano knows badly and doesn't have a real sense of shock, which shows that he has lost his sword.

The ghost is between the spirit and the essence, and the physical attack has a half chance.

It was too late for Mano to make a big evasive move, and the pale fingers of his opponent had reached out to him-he leaned his head in a critical moment and let the other's slender fingertips pass through his shoulder.

The experienced mercenary immediately rushed to his shoulders with a cold bite, as if the entire left arm was completely unconscious.

"Attack, you bastards!" He fell to the right and shouted at the terrified militiamen. The citizens then reacted, and set up spears towards the ghost.

Three spears passed directly through the looming shadow, but the other two lifted the ghost up and made it scream.

Mano bounced off the ground, stabbed obliquely towards the pale light and shadow. This time he had good luck, and the sword was right in the spirit of the other side. The power of the Black Iron Swordman erupted in an instant to let the ghost scream and disappear.

Everyone was relieved. They couldn't help but sit softly on the ground with no hands to speak. In fact, even the veteran Mano had a bit of a snack.

But at this moment there was only one thought in his mind: how did the young man know this?

The young man looked back, and Mano and Bartom did a good job. He couldn't help but be grateful for the mercenary veterans, otherwise he would have some trouble dealing with these middle-level undead.

But the soul statue (white deer) is actually a very common exorcism item, but it takes a certain imagination to link it to the military. Brando couldn't help looking back at Freya. It was the inventor of the Valkyrie.

Does he count as plagiarism?

However, Madara lost these ghosts as eyeliners, and they will definitely feel bad this night. Maybe the undead wizards who control them will soon find that the ghosts they sent out have disappeared collectively in one direction, but this doesn't tell much-they need to verify and wait for news again.

An hour or two has been enough for him to do a lot of things.

The gargoyle continued to fly southwest, and Brando finally saw a skeleton cavalry walking through the woodland. He didn't know if he had missed anything else before, but presumably this should be the front line of a column investigation.

So he found another Skeleton Cavalry three minutes later.

At the same time, Madara's tactical characteristics during this period coincided with what he wanted in his mind. He let the gargoyle cross several mountain streams along the direction tangent to the ridge. Sure enough, he quickly saw a dark and dark valley Army of skeleton soldiers.

About two hundred, a squadron.

The gargoyle continued along the valley, exactly as he imagined. Brando immediately found two other squadrons-although he could not see which column should belong to them, none of the generals at the command level of Madara column at this time was a mess.

He thought that the 'White Knights' Alberton and Wessa should not have reached such a low position, but they should always be one of Deren, Golob, or 'Blood Witch' Redeos.

Two generals, five columns, close to the scale of 10,000 undead, concentrated in the hills with a width of only two or thirty miles, and the army of undead really started to advance in the dark--

Time has become a little urgent.

Brando also wanted to see how large the depth area between Madara's second and third floors was, and where the other column was, but the gargoyle had reached the maximum flight range. Of course, although he had fooled Madden and Bryson before, saying that the gargoyle surveyed the entire Butch area in one day, in fact, the gargoyle was not omnipotent.

1.05 am.

News from the northwest also came back, and a large number of zombies appeared in that direction, as expected by Voltaron—the deadly troops of ‘Dead Squad’ had indeed arrived from Jianshi River Valley.

When the news spread among the mercenaries, everyone looked a little dignified. They had a little luck, but they did not expect it to develop to the worst.

As a result, the refugee procession was encircled. Of course, unless they can speed up to break through the north and escape the gap before closing.

But the mercenaries looked at the refugees and then at Freya and Brando, knowing that this was unlikely.

For a moment everyone was silent.

Freya grasped the reins nervously, and subconsciously set her sights on Brando.

And only Brando picked up the pocket watch and glanced up, as if he didn't even care about the atmosphere around him--

He drew out his sword and said to these people, "Listen, everyone--"

The young man's voice was loud and powerful, and thunderous.

"In our southwest, there are two squadrons, two to three miles away from us, and one squadron is in a further direction. And four undead scouts touched in those directions, I will tell you It's up to us to kill two of them and attack one of the squadrons to open our mouths— "

"We're going to go behind the dying, just like we expected."

"We had two hours to do all this, and two hours later we started to hide and seek with Madara's undead army." Brando raised his sword and pulled the reins to let the horse make a turn in front of everyone, revealing Mocking expression.

"Why are you afraid?"

A raven was silent.

Everyone was shocked at this moment. How did this young man know all this? Doesn't he open the river in the mouth?

Although Brando was unexpected every time, most of them knew that he had never said anything. In particular, he stood on horseback, raised his sword and pointed to the southwest-every word was eloquent, just like when he led them to charge.

As if the direction his sword was pointing at, that direction was the path to miracles, and even if it was difficult and dangerous, it would eventually open up a path.

It was after the thorns separated, leaving a path of blood—

Brando looked at these people without saying a word, just as he took those like-minded people to charge Madara together. Someone once said that he was the most qualified attack leader, because once he decided, he would go forward.

No one spoke.

But all the mercenaries turned on their feet, brushing a piece of metallic friction.

"Everything is for victory."

"Long live Eruin--"