Vol 3 Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Tonigel and the Young Lord (11) (First)

Pallas thought he had seen Brando's purpose.

But this old knight will never understand what kind of existence is fighting him across the forest. It's like every lord of Brando's familiarity with Eruin-whether he is past, present or future-whether he is powerful or impoverished.

He knew these people as if he knew his own fingerprints.

From the year of the flowers and the summer leaves until the beginning of the Second Age, he had dealt with almost every Eruin lord, big and small.

If Pallas knew that Brando could call his unknown name decades ago, he might reconsider his choice.

But history has no if--

When Brando first got the news that the old knight had returned Pallas in the study room where Fir City belonged to him, he couldn't help but smile, and took the information from the Raven. Throw it back on the desk.

The Raven is his name for the scout scouts in the front line, because those people often use the Raven to convey information, so this nickname is also spread across the army.

"It's a pity." Fern also read the report, and the former cavalry captain shook his head in disappointment: "The old guy is really cautious, otherwise we will win half of this war as long as he has a hot head— — "

"Putting hope on the enemy, this is not a good habit, Chief Fern." Antitina stood beside Brando, she answered coldly, looking at the chief.

Over time, Brando ’s First Staff Lady has become more and more prestigious in his group. Although she is a reprimand, she did not make Fern feel wrong at this time. As if it should be taken for granted.

Fern smiled instead: "It's just a pity that he retreated, and we will face a bitter battle next."

"That may not be so," Brando replied softly.

He knew very well that the old knight was cautious, but the unyielding character was flowing in the blood, just like he knew what the opponent likes to fight and what kind of choice he would make.

This so-called intelligence is just a small trap he arranged.

No matter what choice the other party makes, it is not unexpected.

Listening to the young lord saying that, Antitina glanced at him from behind, she knew the plan since Tajib left the city that day, Brando's arrangement made her feel incredible-it was not like tactics, It's like prediction.

But now, that prediction came true.

The lady-in-chief was a little dumbfounded as she looked at Brando's back and frowned.

"Not necessarily?" Fern was puzzled.

"Sir Palas graduated from King's College in his youth and participated in the November war. It was the most serious academic non-commissioned officer." Brando replied, "Do you know that? Cruz was written on the wall-- "

"'For both sides of the war, the means of war is to achieve the goal and prevent the other side from achieving the goal.'"

"This sentence is the guiding core of Alluin's military thought, and is regarded as a classic by officers from all disciplines."

Fern nodded, and even the same side of Clenthia and Medisa nodded. Fern was born in a barracks and was no stranger to this sentence, but Clenthia was decades of wild road experience, and some truths are common, so he can see this sentence by looking at his own experience. The truth contained in it--

As for Mattissa, the princess general's understanding of war need not be explained.

"So Pallas is the same," Antitina came back to her, and whispered: "Right, Lord Lord?"

"Yes."

Brando continued: "So I asked the caveman to use the whole family to harass, plunder and attack the Palas area, just to tell the old gentleman such a message."

"We are struggling to fight the beasts and are anxious to find a chance to break the situation before the Count Denell's army is assembled."

"Isn't that exactly our situation?" Fern asked.

"Yeah," Brando nodded. "But is there such a stupid enemy? Will he tell you the truth about him so that you can complete a 'criticalstrike'?"

Brando sat leaning on the high-back chair without a seat. There was no lord what he should have, which made Antitina's eyebrows almost twisted, and Furrow's face did not look very good.

However, young people seem to be in a good mood, and talking out is the term of the game.

"Criticalstrike?"

"That's an old language," Brando lied without a beat on his face. "It's called a fatal blow."

Fern nodded.

"So this is backward thinking," Matissa whispered, "we ask for war, and he naturally cannot let us do it. But the other way round-according to the strict thinking of the enemy, the enemy cannot expose the weakness so plainly In front of you, he will certainly try to hide his purpose. "

"Unless this is a trap," Fern interfaced.

"What kind of message does this trap convey?" Clenthia asked.

"The enemy hopes to delay time," Fern replied, apparently having entered Sir Pallas's perspective.

"The way to undermine this goal is to send troops as soon as possible--"

"But what if this is a double trap?" The discussion quickly heated up.

"So anyway, there are only two choices left now." Antitina pulled her mind out of this circuit of thought, and she calmly replied: "Either stay in the army until the army assembles, or immediately send out troops, cut the knife quickly--"

But Metisha shook her head.

"The military deduction is not just that simple. After all, it is not a guess. It only depends on the analysis of the opponent's psychology." The silver elf princess replied: "Some things can not be hidden, military strength, materials, morale and weather Geographical factors, plus possible reinforcements. "

"Two options, plus this information, are enough for Sir Pallas to make a choice."

"Add to that personality," Brando added.

"So what's the trap that the so-called arrangement of the grown-up is supposed to have?" Fern returned to him after reminding Metissa, and he looked at Brando puzzledly.

According to Princess Silver Elf, couldn't Pallas easily make the right judgment?

And it seemed that the old knight did make the right judgment.

As the young Lord Lord said, they are struggling to fight the beasts, eager to find a chance to break the situation before the army of Count Denel is assembled.

But now that Sir Palas has chosen to stay still and wait for the army to gather, then they have lost this most precious opportunity.

Is not it?

But Fern saw Brando shake his head, and he laughed: "A trap, haven't I set it up, each of you is in it, but I can't detect it yet-"

"what?"

Everyone was taken aback.

The young lord smiled and nodded his forehead: "The so-called limitation of thinking is that I tell you a question of yes or no, and you are caught in a vortex of choice along this question-"

"But you haven't thought about it. This is a real war. There are hundreds of possibilities in a war, not just two options. If you can't jump out of this maze of thinking, then you can't see the third way. —— "

Everyone present was stifled.

"The third way?" Fern asked, frowning.

"Palaas chose to march, then he will be hit with a headache, and we will break the game directly." Brando replied: "Of course he will not be so stupid, I think even Grudin will not make such a low-level mistake.

"But if he chooses to retreat and give me two months, or even three months, to drag the war beyond the dawn of spring, then I'm equally welcome."

Brando spread his hands: "What are we missing? Time."

"But time is not necessarily good for us, Lord Lord." Antitina frowned as always, as if her brows had not stretched out this month.

Seeing her like this, the young man solemnly reminded him, "Often frowning can cause wrinkles, Miss Staff."

The aristocrat gave him a jealous look: "Anyway, I will let the Lord Lord be responsible for you-" she said slightly.

Brando smiled slightly, as if the deputy was able to relax a little. He laughed and explained: "Relax, time will eventually be on our side."

He wasn't talking openly. Since Druid returned to his territory, he knew that they might have information about Valhalla, which is the same as in history, and he made a series of arrangements for this.

Including instructing Tajib to harass Palas and delaying the time of the old knight's offense, all are to achieve this goal.

Only Brando understands what Valhalla means, so he must try to delay the time of the war until the legendary territory falls into his arms, after which everything is no longer a problem.

With this in his mind, he looked at the others, and they looked at him suspiciously, but at least they knew that the young lord never said a lot.

"But the old guy wouldn't notice it wrong?" Fern still felt a little weird.

"Did you notice it again?" Brando asked back.

"But it was only a moment!"

"Determining everything at once, and the final result of changes in the war is actually one or two details," Brando shook his head. "For commanders, the most taboo is indecision. Repeated changes to the decision are even more taboo."

"What's more, once he decides to retreat today, he will be tired of dealing with the harassment of Tajib. Even when he understands it, he has already slowed down the pace of assembly. At that time, he will be late.

"So why didn't he lose?" Fern asked.

"I gave him a test paper, and the two answers I chose were arranged by me. Why didn't he lose?" Brando replied: "Sometimes you need to change roles, but you can go in the rhythm of your opponent. Not a good thing. "

Brando suddenly stopped, because he felt quiet around him, and all his men looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a monster.

The young man felt embarrassed. He was not inscrutable, but it was the rest of Instaron's play. In the second Black Rose war, the black jazz was so humiliating to the old gentleman. Brando himself was at best a reference.

"So what?" Fern asked, "What should we do?"

"Do your own thing," Brando replied. "This is the second thing I'm going to say today. Probably I will leave the territory for a trip. It will take a month or more."

His hands were crossed, his fingers crossed: "I don't want to wait for me to return to the territory, it will be a mess."

"Sir, are you leaving again?" Antitina frowned again. "Shafferend?"

"secret."

The young man put his finger to his lips.