Vol 3 Chapter 31

Act thirty-first expansion (twelve) (second)

After finally solving the emergency incident on his side, Sir Mintai naturally returned to the army to command his subordinates.

But only at this time he couldn't help but be grateful: Thankfully, he was fighting against a group of black people. If there was a confrontation between the two armies, he really couldn't take time out of the army to restrain his lawless son.

But different people have different ideas. Sir Mintai just turned around, and the servants and close friends around the young people surrounded him. They noticed that the owner's thunder didn't fall on their heads, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but whispered with a kind of curiosity unique to this age teenager: "Master, are we going to fight? "

The young man nodded and smiled indifferently: "Of course we have to fight, but it's just a mob. Can it be more powerful than the mountain native? You remember, our future enemies may be the real elites of this kingdom, As for these mobs, let them be the first stepping stones on our way forward— "

"Listen to the Lord, it seems that the other party is very powerful!"

"Reassurance, even the outstanding civilians have limited insight," the young man snorted. "Besides, I don't know what my father meant, he just wanted to delay time. I thought I couldn't see it? He said so badly, It doesn't have to be really powerful. But it doesn't matter. When I stop my father's words, I'll see what he says in the future! "

He looked at Sir Mintai's back disappearing in the forest, and could not help but smile slyly.

...

The light in the room became brighter.

But the argument grew louder outside the window, and Brando frowned, and finally stood up, bypassing the walnut desk, and came to the shutters to see what was going on in the courtyard below.

Through the white window, he quickly saw that the master craftsman Baru and Antitina stood with their three chiefs and were arguing, and the little princess of the silver elf seemed to be persuading. A little further away, Akane leaned against her black halberd under a black pine, biting a blade of grass, and looked at it, seemingly not interested in what happened here.

"what happened?"

Brando didn't understand why these people would quarrel, but after hesitating, he decided to go down and see what was going on. After all, his core members quarreled, which was not a good thing.

But then they opened the door and ran into a dark shadow. If it wasn't for Brando's quick response, the two would probably be in full swing. He took a step back to see clearly that it was Fro, and the wild elven girl also took a step back, "Master Lord!" She sorted out her emotions, and then handed a note-

"What's the matter?" Brando froze, thinking what day it is today, one thing after another. As he took the note, he went out and closed the door. He glanced down at the note and said in surprise, "Samuel has sent troops. Has he passed the Geers Ferry?"

Samuel in his mouth is naturally Sir Mintai.

Long before the war with the cavemen, scouts of mercenaries were distributed along the Gulls River. After regaining the lumberyard, Brando withdrew his hand and drew his eyeliner between Fir City and Geers Ferry, so Sir Mintai had just crossed the Geers River, and the news had reached his hands. on.

Frofa followed him one step behind and nodded: "Yes, sir."

"That shouldn't have been mobilized since yesterday. It's much earlier than Charles expected? This guy isn't easy--" Brando couldn't help but sigh.

Of all the reliable people around him, the one who is most familiar with today's Aruin nobles and the art of war is none other than Charr; and according to that young wizard, Sir Mintai was determined not to leave prematurely, because The rules of the game among the Luin aristocracy are placed there, and it is unlikely that most people will pass.

Of course, with the exception of immigrants like Brando who do n’t know anything—

It can't be early, it can only be late. From the point of view of the indecision and timidity of most of the nobles in Eruin, Shire set the time for Mintai to send troops after two days; but now it seems that the adult jazz I am afraid that the ability is still above the average level of the majority of the lower class aristocrats in Eruin.

"How many people are there?" Brando asked again.

"Hundreds of people, no more than a thousand." Furrow replied expressionlessly: "But across the Gulls River, it is said that Krenhia's scouts did not dare to go deep, and I do n’t know if there will be follow-ups behind- "

"Relax, it's gone," Brando shook his head. "Samuel is just a family member. How many people can there be in the army? But only a few hundred people," he couldn't help but grin: "The other side looked down on We ... "

"I'd rather everyone despise us than the strange idea of ​​Lord Lord." The elf girl looked at him, and said something unusually.

Brando smiled, dropped the topic, but remembered something. "Speaking again," he asked, "I remember mentioning that the distance from the Geers River ferry to the east to Grahar Mountain, isn't there many shallows for the Geers River on the forest side? The army is a bit troublesome, but the scouts under Clenthia should have had no problems? "

"Yes, but who wants to die."

"So mercenaries are still not as professional as soldiers," Brando shook his head. "Of course, I'm not saying you."

"The Rubis mercenaries are similar," Furuo replied, although the mercenaries claimed to be living in the war, but there were no real military bans. In fact, they see war as buying and selling, how much money buyers pay, how much they do.

Most mercenaries perform a single task in the war, and employers who pay are well aware of this. Most people often use mercenaries to make up for short-term strength; except for places such as Grudin, which are very powerful and few Some people will really use them as the main force, even if the personal qualities and experience of most mercenaries are extremely outstanding.

In a real war, discipline is often paramount. This is why Brando did not reorganize these mercenaries. The veteran's loose temperament is difficult to change, so he intends to put these mercenaries into the Amber Sword Mercenary Group for future wars. Let them play their part.

Anyway, in this era, the use of mercenaries is also very common.

As for Brando ’s planned army, of course, it was recruited from the locals, and then absorbed a very small number of excellent talents from the mercenaries; to put it bluntly, he did not intend to reuse mercenaries, but Brando was mindful China ’s own army has only the idea of ​​a contour, and the blueprint to spread this vision has only just begun.

In his opinion, it can be regarded as very complicated now--

The pressure that is about to face is not small. Today, Sir Minthai has already sent troops, but he is still a pathfinder. Not to mention that the power of Count Denel is overwhelming like a cloud, that is Para. Si and his knights are enough to bring enough trouble to this newborn territory--

Brando couldn't get the news from the north, but presumably the generous Cavalier Lord had already received the news and started to assemble the army. With this knight's loyalty to Gruddin, he will naturally move his army in front of them as soon as possible.

But thinking of Paladin's most elite Cavaliers in his hands, Brando was not worried, but a pity. Those who are the most professional soldiers in the Tonigel region, they have learned the skills of war since childhood and it would be great if they could be used by him.

Of course, he also knew that this was just an extravagant hope. Brando smashed the notes into his purse and had let go of it. He understood that things in the army could only be done step by step, just as rice could only be eaten in one bite.

But the news of Sir Minthai's troop dispatch did not surprise him so much. The battle with the cavemen was not without purpose. At this moment, from the shores of the Geels River to the forests around Fir City, Tajib and other peoples This area has long been ***.

As for the fate of Sir Mintai, Brando didn't have to spend much effort thinking about it. Hundreds of private soldiers and a few knights, and possibly some mercenaries, can be imagined when facing thousands of cavemen.

Putting it aside, he asked, "What's going on?"

This time Furo shook her head. "I don't know--" She naturally saw a few people arguing as she passed the courtyard, but out of a kind of indifference unique to this girl, she didn't treat them with herself. How concerned are irrelevant things.

Brando nodded and didn't ask much; the two passed through the gloomy spiral ladder to the first floor lobby, and entered the lobby-of course, it was a bit of a renovation than when Brando was soaring here a few days ago. Even the long table was changed—the sound of disputes in the courtyard outside became clear and audible.

But Brando's first sight was in the lobby, a Roman sitting at the other side of the long table, almost lying on the table; Miss Merchant with a pair of strange glasses, a pair of small arms pressed against What seemed to be copying on the piles of parchment—

As for the argument from outside the courtyard, she turned a deaf ear.

Of course, after hearing the voice behind him, Roman turned back violently. When he saw the young man, a small face immediately burst into laughter, and he raised his head and shouted, "Brando!"

Brando shook his head, walked over and took off the glasses on the thin bridge of the girl's nose, and asked angrily, "What are you doing like this?"

"Accounting," Miss Merchant replied with a pointed little chin.

Brando was stunned, and then nodded; since taking over the fir city, all of Grudin's private property in the city as a booty was of course accepted by his lord Lord. In addition to the remuneration and toil given to the mercenaries after the war, in fact a lot of money was left.

(***. Hematemesis, just upload this one and dropped again ***. *** I dare not go to see it.)