The Amber Sword

It was almost midnight when we arrived in the Male Heights, and the silver moon hung halfway up, casting a light veil of moonlight between the mountains. The forest is silent and covers mountain rivers on both sides, but it opens up where rivers flow at the foot of the mountain to form a river field.

The cadets at the Royal Knights College intended to scout the terrain at night, but were stopped by Brando. Brando gave everyone a rest and got up early in the morning to set up defenses. The aristocratic militias are alright, it's been a long night gone, and Brando's orders keep them complimented; but the young cadets inevitably have quite a few words - how can a defense be arranged without reconnaissance of the terrain? Even the most rudimentary lines of defense must be tailored according to local conditions. It is clearly written in the infantry manoeuvres. What exactly does the commander think? But the orders are mountainous, and all men are destined to sleep only in full doubt.

The winter snow melts at night in the mountains, and due to lack of preparation, the cadets tend to have only a thin blanket, which can be seen at such temperatures. Brando sees a lot of young people frozen and blue, but Odin's noble army doesn't have tents, and there's nothing he can do. He just has to look around and see if there's anything else he can do to help.

Count Odin's aristocratic militia, Naga, and cadets from the Royal Knights College, were not mixed with the Feilong cavalry of the Southern Legion. The military discipline of the aristocratic private militias is not as good as imagined, considering that there are many girls in the cadets, Count Odin is personally restraining his men for fear of causing something to happen; the Feilong cavalry takes care of their riding, and naturally the living are not allowed in; the gray fin nagars from the sea of sparkle can get used to the cold climate, but dry land makes them uncomfortable, they all rest under the riverbed and their bodies tucked together.

For Brando, after his physical qualities reached the gold field, sleep became less necessary. The metabolic system is self-improvement and it is normal not to sleep for a few days or nights. He walked slowly along the edge of the Black Pine Forest, the sky was full of stars, and in another world it was difficult to see such a beauty, and Brando stopped to watch.

However, a cold breeze is blowing at the southern entrance, and the storm off the coast of Ambesseur is regrouping, inevitably clouding the ensuing war. Brando suddenly heard the sound of the bushes crushing behind his head, pulling out his sword and turning back, a bright costume reflected into his curtain, Eruin's half elf princess put on a set of silver armor, below is an improved dress, standing in the woods looking noble and moving.

“Mr. Brando. ”

“Her Royal Highness.” Brando was slightly surprised that the princess had not fallen asleep and had come looking for him. He didn't think it was an accident, nor would the princess come for a walk in the woods at this time. He laughed embarrassingly: "How could Her Highness come here? ”

Princess Griffin is a little lonely. She also knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but after leaving Ambethel, she turned around and couldn't sleep on the other side that night. On that day Brando did such a rude thing to her that she was so disgusted that she could not help but kill each other with one sword.

But for Eruin's sake, she finally forced herself to calm down. She told herself that some of the kingdoms had uglier faces and that she could suppress her emotions even in the face of Viscount Begnin's betrayal. But the scene was like a nightmare, leaving a shadow in her mind, and she could not forget.

If only this person had behaved worse, but only so well.

Princess Griffin's silver eyes reflect Brando's complexity. Ever since she was a child, she had never seen love and hate for no reason, and that night everything convinced her that there would never be an unconditional help in the world, but what if he pretended to look like he had nothing to ask for, clearly revealed his true face, didn't he?

And the identity of the descendants of Brando Darus is deeply worrying to her, and what if they want something bigger? But this is also her last chance, and she hopes to get an answer herself, even if more needs to be abandoned, so long as Eluin is preserved and Haruze rescued, she will persevere.

Brando felt Princess Griffin staring at herself, blushing a little. He didn't know how complicated His Royal Highness's mind was, but he could probably guess why. He was also blank in his head that night, so he couldn't help but...

It's disgraceful to think of it.

Don't say that the princess killed him with a sword, but Princess Van Griffin could probably be ashamed of herself with just one sentence; after all, the modern man's mood was much tougher, and after a day Brando could pretend it never happened.

It's just a little embarrassing to be stared at by a half-eyed girl. He couldn't help coughing and turned back.

This subtle move surprised Princess Griffin, who was born in the royal family and was naturally intelligent. She saw too much of Ruyu's fraudulent struggle and inherited the genie's acute sensitivity to the changes in her heart. Immediately feel the meaning expressed in Brando's action.

“Would Mr. Brando be embarrassed, too?” Princess Griffin's voice is gentle, but crisp as a woodland nightingale.

“I'm sorry, that...” Brando was almost sweaty. I thought, "Your Highness, you're a disgrace. Play. I know I did something wrong that day, but you're not going too far. His soul is only nineteen years old, and he is a resident man who is not good at expressing his feelings. Although some of his original mentalities have gradually been corrected after a long period of power, he can't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

This guy's blushing? Princess Griffin couldn't believe her eyes, and suddenly she was curious: "If Mr. Brando knew it was rude, why did he do it? ”

She couldn't help but bite her teeth again: “That's... too much! I thought Mr. Brando was still a true knight. ”

Brandoton Times plug, what can he say? You can't say that a true knight is after romance, can you? That's ridiculous. Why don't you tell me I'm responsible for you? Doesn't seem so good either - let's not say he's not primarily responsible, then what about little Roman? The deepest influence in the past was actually on her sister, but the past was untouchable and she couldn't stay, and Brando knew her feelings very well.

Princess Griffin stared at him half a dozen times.

Look straight at Brando's scorched head.

The last half elf girl exhaled softly: "I see, I get it. ”

“Well, what do you get?” Brando looked back at the princess. If you look closely at the future Princess Eruin, the noble and elegant Regent King, today she is only a young girl who has just reached the age of sixteen, adhering to the unique finesse of the Genie clan, and looks even weaker.

Princess Griffin seemed to untie her heart. She raised her head and a silver hair flashed slightly under the moonlight; she smiled softly and lifted her skirt out of the woods, quietly coming to Brando's side and looking at the stars in the sky.

“Is Mr. Brando watching the stars, too? ”

“Sort of.” Brando replied a little distracted, wondering what this princess meant.

“The astrologers say that those who die will be turned into stars, so let the first king and father watch over us in heaven. ”

The story sounds romantic, but Brando knows that those are just burning fireballs. Of course, he won't say it in such a gloomy way, and besides, there are good astrologers in the world.

“Probably. ”

“Mr. Brando doesn't believe in destiny? ”

“No, I believe so. ”

“Hmm?” Her Royal Highness turned back slightly. She was not too tall and could only see Brando's wide shoulders.

“I believe that destiny, destiny, is a struggle, created by man in the Cruz epic.” Brando quietly recounts what his schoolsister told him back then.

“Destiny… is fighting…" Princess Griffin delicately tastes the phrase.

Brando saw the figure of Nimatis far away, and she was putting her blanket on several ladies and students. This detail surprised Brando slightly, and I didn't expect the cold-faced knight to have such a gentle side.

Brando also felt strange about sending His Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin away. The half fairy princess finally didn't say anything, so she sat outside the forest watching the little half star. That's not an attitude, and he still doesn't want to understand it.

In any event, however, it appears that Her Royal Highness has no intention of holding the matter accountable, which is a good thing at last. Brando also relieved himself greatly, otherwise this face would be embarrassed.

At 3: 00 in the morning, Brando finally met the Druid Master named Vodzik, who looked as abstract as Brando's memory. The first impression was like a crow man with a pointed, long face and a black pattern on it. He was dressed like a crow feather, his arms and fingers dry and elongated, like claws.

This person is typically a reverse character to be placed in Brando's familiar film and television work, but on the contrary, it has historically been a cold-blooded but strictly neutral NPC image. Of course, Druid is mostly this virtue.

Vodzik came back from Ambesseur with a tired face, but according to the other side, it should be okay to persist in another low-intensity battle or two. Brando hurried him to rest, and with this Druid master, he quickly discovered that his magician regiment had reached unprecedented luxury.

At least four gold-class magicians, Grand Druid Wolchick, the archdeacon of the law, Charles, Bridget the Great Seaman, and Andrea the Dark Night Lord. Then there's the 20-man sacrifice group in Naga, and Count Odin has several stray wizards, plus the Flo and Tia sisters, in addition to the lack of an elemental pillar - a jury of more than thirty, with the lowest rank above silver, can basically crush all the forces of Eruin.

Unfortunately, Brando still seemed a little underrepresented, and the three dozen practitioners dispersed among thousands of troops were just enough. Unlike future wars in the Great Demon Tide era, an army can mobilize more than a hundred magicians and, in addition to being dispersed in the army for defense, it can assemble dozens of exclusive magicians for centralized use as remote fire support.

And of course, this dream is just a thought right now. Wizards without a silver class have a very low survival rate on a large battlefield, but there are very few wizards above the silver class, which is what Vaughn's status is.

4: 30.

The Cavaliers of the Royal Knights had finished their rest, and Naga and the noble militiamen were awakened in turn, and Brando took out a map that had been sorted out overnight and asked them to set up defensive lines as required. This hand surprised everyone again, not knowing that Brando was already familiar with the Yamakawa geography of the area, but thought that the Commander himself had taken a night out to survey the terrain in order to give them a rest.

Young cadets, though not in their mouths, are grateful. Only Princess Griffin concealed a guess, but she also buried it in her heart.

The topography of the Male Heights is a surprise to the defenders, where the branches of the three mountains meet to form a huge valley, with misty valleys surrounding the valleys on both sides, with rivers flowing from the middle river and loud water sounds.

On the north side of the valley lies an elevated ridge, nearly lead gray at the far end of the field of view, dimmed in the night before dawn. This is the end of the foothill that stretches south of the Fama Mountains, which locals call Mount Aulk, meaning ‘wall’ in the ancient language of the mountaineers.

The two streams meet at the foot of Mount Alke and converge into a shallow mountain stream, which flushes down the beach, forming an open river over the years. Down the river, as if it were a huge slope, the forest covered Mount Machenko and Mount Leviko on both sides.

However, Mount Machenko and Mount Leviko are flat and far below the height of Mount Alk. This means that if a position is placed on Mount Alke, the archers will be able to attack the two hills to the south from above.

If the infantry of the Northern Allies were to attack them through the valley, it would be a nightmare to preemptively occupy two hills to the south. But it's not just a nightmare to go backwards from the bottom up without hitting the southern hills.

This is a natural obstruction position.

Unless the Black Blade Regiment finds a way to cross the Fama Mountains and launch an offensive from behind Mount Alk. But that takes a long time, at least half a month, and they don't have to worry about the enemy from behind.

So the rest is simple. While there are still a few who believe that it may be better to continue deep into the Antillean mountains, that is, after all, only a possibility, and most people have begun to lay defensive lines vigorously. The cadets quickly came up with a very classic and practical plan.

The program was first sent to Brando, Her Royal Highness and Ovewell. The plan is simple, as expected, with the main position at the north side of the stream, at the foot of the Alc Mountains - bow and arrow positions in turn, the main position - but the centre of defense moves forward to include two hills, the eastern foothills of the Machenko Mountains and the western foothills of the Leviko Mountains.

At a glance, Brando saw the heart of the plan, placing a battlefield on each of the two hills to the south, with young cadets intending to use their topographical advantage to drain the viability of the Confederate forces on both fronts.

Such tactical intentions are typical and can almost be described as textbook layouts. But Brando didn't look so good, it was too conservative. He looked at the others, Her Royal Highness did not make a statement, and Ovewell shook his head.

A lone wolf is a lone wolf.

Brando shook his head: "It's generally possible, but the details need to be corrected. ”

“Ah, how?” Caglis, confident enough to plan it, was actually developed by him and agreed to by the cadets. I thought it would pass, but now it seems a little too much to think about, of course.

“That's it.” Brando stroked twice on the temporary map with his hands, answering.

“Huh?”

Caglis barely shook his hand and pasted the plan into the face of his lord, is that what you call a plan? Aren't we giving the whole front position away, Lord? Should we surrender quickly?

He looked pitifully at Brando and seemed to want to see if his lord had spoken nonsense overnight. I didn't expect Brando to stare at me immediately and scold: “What are you still doing here? ”

The young aristocrat from Tonigal could only think of himself as unlucky and walked out frustrated.

“This seems a bit...” Ovewell couldn't help shaking his head, too, Brando. The plan was a little too bold, a little more than he expected.

No, it's not just bold. If he hadn't known this young man before, he would have begun to wonder if he was a mole, and the plan was a disdain for the intelligence of the Northern Allies.

“You are very similar to Makaro, unfortunately..." The lone wolf of the kingdom sighed. Once upon a time, the kingdom was a lion, a wolf, a fox, but now it can only rely on these young people.

He can only hope that his choice is right.

Only Brando smiled slightly and was confident.

The sky is glowing and the hidden army in the forest begins to gather. Nosta and his Feilong cavalry are flying in the morning breeze, and then, with the help of Brendo-controlled wind spiders, they begin to expel the scout cavalry upstream of the Northern Allied skies.

This was clearing up before the war.

At this point, neither side can hide their tactical intentions any longer. Commanders of the Northern Allies soon realized that Brando was preparing to fight them to death.

“You know you can't get away? ”

Williams reached out and grabbed the sheepskin cartridge thrown away by the passing Feilong cavalry, and after a faint sweep, his face showed a disdainful smile.

He raised his head —— the Marl Heights up ahead.

8: 12.

Brando closed his brass watch and looked away at the other side of the valley. His far-sightedness, his powerful perception, allowed him to see the scenery miles away without having to fake anything else, and the other side of the valley, the first northern coalition, had emerged, but for the time being it was not clear which column it was.

“It should be Viscount Finn, a lot of people, afraid of thousands.” Count Odin dropped his single-binoculars and muttered to himself, “They stopped and should be waiting for backup. ”

Brando nodded, and Count Odin was quite accurate in his judgment of being an old qualified aristocrat who had served in both the Black Blade and Southern Legions. His guess is almost as good as Finn's.

The young man shrugged at Enroque on the other side. “It doesn't make any sense to have more people. It's amazing how this valley allows 1,500 people to attack from the front. The Yankees are a real hassle. ”

“But they can take two mountains south of Mount Machenko and Mount Leviko first, can't they?” Freya stood beside Brando, holding down her long sword and answering with a frown.

“Then we'll have a good show.” Brando, hey, smile.

……

(PS: So the meal starts!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)