Scene 329 Holy White's Battle XIII

It was almost late at night when we arrived at Mar Heights, and the silver moon hung high in the sky, casting moonlight like a veil on the mountains and plains. The forest is silent and covers the mountains and rivers on both sides, but opens up where the rivers flow at the confluence of the foothills, forming the Kawano.

The cadets of the Royal Knight Academy planned to scout the terrain at night, but they were stopped by Brando. Brando asked everyone to rest on the spot, and then got up in the early morning to set up defenses. The aristocratic private soldiers were fine, they had already suffered a lot after walking all night, Brando’s order made them full of praise; but the young cadets inevitably complained - how can they arrange defense without scouting the terrain? Even the simplest line of defense needs to be adapted to local conditions. It is clearly written in the infantry drill code. What exactly does the Commander think? However, the military order is like a mountain, and everyone is doomed to sleep with full of doubts.

The mountains and forests at night in the winter snow season are extremely cold. Due to lack of preparation, the cadets often only have a thin blanket on their bodies. It is conceivable at such a temperature. Brando saw that many young people were blue with cold, but Odin's noble army had no tents, so there was nothing he could do. He could only go around and see if there was anything else he could do to help. The place.

Earl Odin's noble private soldiers, Naga, the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy and the dragon cavalry of the Southern Legion were not mixed together. The military discipline of the noble private soldiers is not as good as imagined. Considering that there are many girls in the non-commissioned officer cadets, Earl Odin personally restrains his subordinates for fear of causing trouble; the dragon cavalry has to take care of their mounts, so it is natural that strangers should not enter; The gray-finned naga from the Shimmering Sea can get used to the cold climate, but the dry land makes them feel uncomfortable. They all rest under the river bed, curled up in a ball.

For Brando, after his physical fitness reached the gold realm, sleep became less necessary. The metabolic system is self-improving, and it is normal to not sleep for days and nights. He walked slowly along the edge of the black pine forest, the sky was dotted with stars, in another world. It's hard to see such a beautiful scenery, Brando couldn't help but stop and watch.

However, there are gusts of cold wind blowing from the mountain pass in the south, and the storm off the coast of Amperesel is gathering again, which will inevitably cast a haze on the ensuing battle. Brando suddenly heard the sound of rustling bushes being crushed behind his head. He pulled out his long sword and turned his head. A bright outfit caught his eyes. Eruin's half-elf princess put on He wore a set of silver armor, with an improved skirt underneath. Standing in the woods looks noble and moving.

"Mr. Brando."

"His Royal Highness." Brando was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect that the princess hadn't fallen asleep yet, and even ran to him. He would not think that the princess would not come for a walk in the forest at this time of chance encounter, he smiled awkwardly: "Why did Her Royal Highness come here?"

Princess Griffin looked a little lonely. She also knew that she shouldn't have come here, but after leaving Ambesel. That night she tossed and turned unable to sleep. When Brando did such a rude thing to her that day, she was so disgusted at that time that she wished she could kill him with a sword.

But for Aruin, she finally forced herself to calm down and compromise. She told herself that there were uglier faces in this kingdom, and she could suppress her emotions even in the face of Viscount Begnin's betrayal. But the scene at that time was like a nightmare, leaving a shadow on her mind, and she couldn't forget it no matter what.

It would be great if this person behaved more unbearably, but he is so outstanding.

Brando's figure was reflected in Princess Griffin's silver eyes.

The heart is full of complicated feelings. She has never seen love and hate for no reason since she was a child, and everything that night made her believe that there will never be an unconditional helping hand in this world, but what if he pretended to ask for nothing, Obviously, the true face has been exposed, hasn't it?

Moreover, the identity of the descendant of Brandaurus made her feel deeply worried. What should she do if the other party's plan is bigger? But this is also her last chance. She hopes to get an answer herself, even if she needs to give up more, as long as she can keep Eruin and rescue Haruze. She will stick to it.

Brando felt that Princess Griffin was looking at him steadily. Can't help but blush a little. He didn't know how complicated Her Royal Highness was, but he could probably guess why. His mind went blank that night, and he couldn't help but...

It was such a misstep that caused eternal hatred, and it was really embarrassing to think about it.

Don't say that the princess wanted to kill him with a sword at the beginning, but if Princess Griffin just said a word, he would probably be ashamed to kill himself; but the state of mind of modern people is much tougher after all. After a day, Brando can Pretend it never happened.

It's just that it's a little embarrassing to be stared at by the half-elf girl with such piercing eyes. He couldn't help coughing, and turned around.

This subtle movement aroused the surprise of Princess Griffin. She was born in the royal family and was born with extraordinary intelligence. She has seen many intrigues and struggles, and she has inherited the elves' sensitivity to changes in people's hearts. Immediately felt the meaning expressed in Brando's action.

"So Mr. Brando will also feel embarrassed?" Princess Griffin's voice was soft, but it was as clear as the song of a nightingale in the woods.

"I'm sorry, that..." Brando was almost sweating profusely, thinking that you are ashamed, Your Highness, although I know that I did something wrong that day, but you are not too much. His soul in this life was only nineteen years old, and in his last life he was an otaku who was not good at expressing his feelings. Although some of his original mentality had been gradually corrected after being in power for a long time, he couldn't help being a little at a loss right now.

This guy actually blushed? Princess Griffin couldn't believe her eyes, she suddenly became curious: "Since Mr. Brando also knows that it is...a disrespectful thing, why do you still do that?"

She couldn't help gnashing her teeth again: "It's... too much! I thought Mr. Brando was a real knight."

Brando was at a loss for words. How could he answer? It can't be said that a real knight is to pursue romance, right? so funny. How about saying that I will be responsible for you? It doesn't seem too good either—not to mention whether the princess wants him to be responsible, what about Little Roman? The one who influenced me the most in the last life was actually the senior, but the past cannot be traced back, and the coming time cannot be waited for. Brando is very clear about his feelings.

Princess Griffin stared at him for a while.

Seeing that Brando was devastated.

Finally, the half-elf girl let out a sigh of relief: "I see, I understand."

"En? What do you understand?" Brando was taken aback, and looked back at the princess in confusion. Take a closer look at the future Eruin, the noble and elegant princess regent. Today is just a girl who has just turned sixteen, inheriting the unique slenderness of the elves, making her look even weaker.

Princess Griffin seemed to have untied her knot, she raised her head, her silver hair shone slightly in the moonlight; she smiled slightly, lifted her skirt and walked out of the woods, quietly came to Brando's side, and also looked at The star on the sky.

"Is Mr. Brando looking at the stars too?"

"Almost." Brando replied a little absent-mindedly. I don't understand what Her Highness the Princess means.

"Astrologists say that people after death will turn into stars, so the former king and father are watching us from the sky."

The story sounds romantic, but Brando knows that those are just big fireballs burning. Of course, he wouldn't say it in such a bad manner, and besides, there are serious astrologers in this world.

"I guess so."

"Mr. Brando doesn't believe in fate?"

"No, I believe so."

"En?" Her Royal Highness was slightly taken aback. Can't help but look back. She is not too tall, and she can only see Brando's broad shoulders.

"I believe that the destiny created by people in the Cruz epic, destiny, is resistance." Brando quietly relayed the words that his senior sister told him back then.

"Fate...is resistance..." Princess Griffin savored these words carefully.

Brando saw the figure of Nimesis from a distance, and she was covering several ladies and students with her blanket. This detail surprised Brando a little. He didn't expect the cold-faced female knight to have such a gentle side.

Brando still felt a little baffled when Her Royal Highness Princess sent Arouin away. The half-elf princess didn't say anything in the end, she sat with him outside the forest and watched the stars for a long time. What kind of attitude is this, he still hasn't figured it out.

But all in all. It seems that Her Highness the Princess does not intend to pursue the responsibility for that incident, which is finally a good thing. Brando also breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise his face would be embarrassing.

At three o'clock in the morning, Brando finally met the Druid master named Wochik, who looked as abstract as Brando remembered. The first impression of the opponent is that of a crow man, with a pointed and long face, covered with black patterns. He was wearing a coir raincoat that looked like a crow's feathers, his arms and fingers were dry and slender. Like claws.

This person should be placed in the film and television works that Brando is familiar with. It's a typical villain, but just the opposite. In history, this is an NPC image with a cold personality but strict neutrality. Of course, druids mostly have this virtue.

Wochik rushed back from Amperesel with a tired look on his face, but according to the other party, it should be no problem to persist in one or two low-intensity battles. Brando hurriedly asked him to rest first, and with the Master Druid, he soon discovered that his mage group had reached an unprecedentedly luxurious lineup.

There are at least four gold-ranked spellcasters, the archdruid Wochik, the master wizard of the law, Charles, the sea monster Brigitte, and the night lord Andrig. Then there is Naga's 20-member sacrificial group, Earl Odin also has a few wandering wizards, plus the two sisters Flo and Tia, in addition to the lack of a pillar of an element level-this one with more than 30 people and the lowest The mage group whose rank is above silver can basically crush all the forces of Eruin.

It's a pity that the number of people is still too small in Brando's opinion. These thirty or so casters are scattered in an army of thousands of people, which is just enough. Unlike wars in the era of the Great Demon Tide in the future, a legion can mobilize a mage group of more than a hundred people. In addition to being scattered in the army to take charge of defense, it can also gather dozens of exclusive mage groups for centralized use to play long-range firepower. supporting role.

Of course, this dream can only be imagined now. The survival rate of wizards without silver rank is extremely low on large-scale battlefields, but there are very few wizards above silver rank. This is the current situation of Warnd.

It was half past four.

The cadets of the Royal Knights finished their rest, and then Naga and the noble private soldiers were also woken up one by one. Brando took out the map that had been sorted out overnight and asked them to arrange the defense line as required. This action surprised everyone again. They didn't know that Brando was already familiar with the geography of the mountains and rivers in this area, and they thought that the Commander personally took people to survey the terrain at night in order to let them have a good rest.

Although the young cadets didn't say anything. But I am grateful in my heart. Only Princess Griffin vaguely guessed something, but she only buried this guess in her heart.

The terrain of the Maar Heights was a surprise to the defenders. The branches of the three mountains converged here to form a huge valley. The mist in the valley covered the valleys on both sides, and the river flowed continuously from it, making a huge water sound.

On the north side of the valley ran a high ridge, almost leaden gray at the far end of the view. In the dim light of night before dawn. This is the end of the southern foothills of the Fama Mountains. The locals call this mountain Mount Unker, which means "wall" in the ancient language of the mountain people.

The two streams meet at the foot of Angerke Mountain and converge into a shallow mountain stream. The stream washes down along the river beach, forming an open river over the years. Chuandi down. Like a huge slope, on both sides are the forested Marchenko Mountains and Levico Mountains.

However, Marchenko Mountain and Levico Mountain are both flat and gentle, far lower than the height of Unker Mountain. This means that if a position is set up on the top of Angerke Mountain, the archers will be able to attack the two hills to the south from a condescending height.

And if the infantry and cavalry of the Northern Allied Army wanted to attack them through the valley, it would be a nightmare to attack the two hills to the south in advance. But if the southern mountain is not captured, the upward attack from the bottom will not be as simple as a nightmare.

This is simply a natural blocking position.

Unless the Black Blade Legion finds a way to cross the Fama Mountains and launch an attack from behind Mount Angerke. But that will take a long time, at least within half a month, they don't have to worry about the enemies from behind.

So the rest is very simple. Although there are still a few people who think that it may be better to continue deeper into the Alec Mountains. But that was only a possibility after all, and most people started to set up defense lines with great enthusiasm. The cadets quickly came up with a very classic and practical plan.

This plan was immediately sent to Brando, Her Royal Highness, and Overwell. The plan is very simple. As expected, the main position is set on the north side of the confluence of the streams, at the foot of Mount Angerk—the bow and arrow position, and the main position in turn—but the center of gravity of the defense is pushed forward. Two hills at the western foot of Keshan are included.

Brando could see the core of the plan at a glance, and set up a battlefield on two hills to the south. The young cadets planned to use the terrain advantage to consume the vitality of the Southern Allied Forces on these two fronts.

Such a tactical intention is very typical, almost like a textbook arrangement. But it doesn't look like much to Brando. A little too conservative. He glanced at the others. Her Royal Highness did not express her opinion, and Overwell also shook his head.

A lone wolf is a lone wolf.

Brando just shook his head: "It is generally feasible. But the details need to be corrected."

"Ah, how to fix it?" Kaglis, who was full of confidence and used the plan, couldn't help being stunned. This plan was actually made by him, and it was unanimously approved by the cadets. I thought it would definitely pass, but now it seems a bit too taken for granted.

"That's it." Brando replied with his hands on the temporary map twice.

"ha?"

Caglis almost didn't shake his hands and smeared the plan in his hand on his lord's face. Is this also called a plan? Isn't this giving up the entire frontal position? Sir, do you want us to surrender directly sooner?

He looked at Brando pitifully, as if he wanted to confirm whether his lord was talking nonsense while he was in a trance after not sleeping all night. But he didn't expect to be stared at by Brando immediately, and reprimanded: "What are you still doing?"

So this noble young man from Tonigel could only admit that he was unlucky, and walked out dejectedly.

"This seems a bit..." Overwell couldn't help shaking his head, Brando's plan was too bold, a bit beyond his expectations.

No, it was more than just bold. If he hadn't known this young man before, he might have started to wonder if this guy was a spy. This plan simply despised the IQ of the Northern Allied Forces.

"It's dangerous to fight. You and Ma Kaluo have similar temperaments, but it's a pity..." The lone wolf in the kingdom couldn't help but sighed too. In the past, the kingdom had one lion, one wolf, and one fox, but now it can only rely on these young people.

He can only hope that he is right.

Only Brando smiled at this, full of confidence.

The sky was dim, and the indistinct army in the forest began to gather. Nosta and his dragon cavalry were lifted into the air one by one in the morning breeze, and then with the cooperation of the wind spirit spider controlled by Brando, they began to expel the scout cavalry cruising in the sky of the Northern Alliance Army.

This is the clearance work before the war.

By this time, neither side could conceal their tactical intentions any longer. The commanders of the Northern Alliance soon understood that Brando was going to fight them to the death.

"You know you can't run away?"

Williams reached out to catch the parchment tube dropped by the flying dragon cavalry, and after sweeping it indifferently, a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

He raised his head—the Mar Heights was ahead.

Eight twelve.

Brando closed the pocket watch with a brass cover and looked across the valley from afar. His vision is extremely far, and his strong perception ability allows him to see the scenery several miles away without any fake objects. On the other side of the valley, the first Northern coalition army has appeared, but it is not clear which one it is for the time being. column.

"It should be Viscount Finn. There are a lot of people, maybe thousands of people." Earl Odin put down the binoculars and muttered to himself: "They stopped, they should be waiting for backup."

Brando nodded. Earl Odin is indeed a veteran nobleman who has served in both the Black Blade Legion and the Southern Legion. This judgment is still very accurate. His guess was probably Finn's column as well.

On the other hand, Enroc was somewhat disapproving. The young man shrugged and said, "No matter how many people there are, it's meaningless. It's amazing that this valley allows them to attack from the front with 1,500 people. The Yankees are really slow. "

"But they can first capture the two hills to the south of Mount Marchenko and Mount Levico, right?" Freya replied standing beside Brando in uniform, holding a long sword in her hand, frowning.

"Then it will be a good show." Brando smiled.

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(ps: So the dinner begins!)