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

The cadets of the Royal Knight Academy planned to scout the terrain at night, but were stopped by Brando. Brando told everyone to rest on the spot and get up again in the early hours of the morning to set up defenses. The nobles' privates were fine, and they were already miserable after a night of walking, and Brando's orders made them full of praise; But the young non-commissioned officers and cadets inevitably have a lot of complaints - how can the defense be arranged without reconnaissance of the terrain? Even the most rudimentary line of defense must be adapted to local conditions, and it is clearly written in the infantry drill code, what does the commander think? However, the military order is like a mountain, and everyone is destined to sleep with a stomach full of doubts.

In the season when the snow first melts in winter, the mountains and forests at night are particularly cold, and due to lack of preparation, the non-commissioned officers and cadets often only have a thin blanket on their bodies, which can be imagined in such temperatures. Brando saw that many young people were blue from the cold, but Outing's noble army did not have tents, and there was no way for him, so he could only make a round to see if there was anything else that could help.

The noble private soldiers of Count Outin, Naga, the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy and the Wyverching Cavalry of the Southern (Shushuwu.shushu5.fastest update) legion were also not mixed together. The military discipline of the aristocratic private soldiers was not as good as imagined, considering that there were many girls among the non-commissioned officers, Count Outin was afraid of causing any trouble, so he personally restrained his subordinates; The Wyvern-dragoons have to take care of their mounts, and naturally they are not allowed to enter; The grey-finned naga from the Sea of Lights are accustomed to the cold climate, but the dry land makes them uncomfortable. They all rest under the riverbed, their bodies curled up in a ball.

For Brando, once the body has reached the golden realm, sleep is no longer necessary. The metabolic system is self-improving. It's normal to go without sleep for days and nights. He walked slowly along the edge of the black pine forest, the sky was dotted with stars, a beauty that would be difficult to see in another world, and Brando couldn't help but stop and watch.

However, cold winds are blowing from the mountain passes to the south, and the storms off Ampesel are converging again, which will inevitably cast a shadow over the next major battle. Brando suddenly heard the sound of squirming bushes being trampled behind his head, and he drew his sword and turned back. A bright outfit caught his eye, and the half-elf princess of Eruin changed into a set of silver armor, and underneath was a modified skirt, standing in the forest looking noble and moving.

"Mr. Brando."

"Your Highness the Princess." Brando was slightly taken aback. Unexpectedly, the princess had not yet fallen asleep, and she had come to him. He wouldn't think that this chance encounter, the princess would not come for a walk in the forest at this time, he smiled awkwardly: "Why did Her Royal Highness the princess come here?" ”

Princess Griffiin looked a little lonely. She also knew that she shouldn't have come here, but after leaving Ampesel. That night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Brando had done such rude things to her that day, and she was so disgusted that she wished to kill her with a sword.

But for the sake of Eruin, she finally forced herself to calm down. Stoop to compromise. She told her that her kingdom had an even uglier face, and that she was able to suppress her feelings even in the face of Viscount Begnin's betrayal. But it was a nightmare. It left a shadow on her soul, and she can't forget it.

If only this man had been more unbearable. But it's so good.

Princess Griffiin's silver eyes reflected Brando's figure, and her heart was full of complicated tastes. She has never seen love and hate for no reason since she was a child, and the qiē that night also made her believe that there will never be unconditional help in this world, but what about him pretending to be unwanted, obviously he has revealed his true face, hasn't he?

And the identity of Brandandrous's descendant made her feel deeply worried, if the other party wanted to be bigger, what should she do? But this is also her last chance, she hopes to get an answer in person, even if she needs to give up more, as long as she can save Eruin and rescue Haruzer, she will persevere.

Brando couldn't help blushing a little as she felt Princess Griffiin look at her steadily. He didn't know how complicated Her Royal Highness the princess's mind was, but he could probably guess what the reason was, and his mind was also blank that night, and he couldn't help but ......

It's really a misstep and a thousand hatreds, and it's so embarrassing to think about it.

At first, I didn't say that the princess was going to kill him with a sword, but if Princess Griffien only needed a word, he would probably be ashamed to kill himself; But the modern state of mind is much more resilient after all, and after a day, Brando can pretend that it didn't happen.

It's just that I'm still a little embarrassed to be stared at by a half-elf girl like this at this time. He couldn't help but cough and turned back.

This subtle action surprised Princess Griffyin, who was born into the royal family and was naturally intelligent, who had seen too much of the deceitful struggle, and had inherited the elf's sensitivity to the changes in people's hearts. I immediately felt the meaning of Brando's action.

"So Mr. Brando is embarrassed too?" Princess Griffiin's voice was soft, but crisp like a nightingale in the woods.

"I'm sorry, that ......" Brando was almost sweating, thinking to himself, Your Royal Highness, you are ashamed to play, although I know that I did something wrong that day, but you are not too much. The soul of his life is only nineteen years old, and in the previous life, he was an otaku who was not good at expressing his feelings, although some of the original mentality after a long time on the throne was gradually corrected, but now he can't help but be a little at a loss.

This guy actually blushes? Princess Griffiin couldn't believe her eyes, and she suddenly became curious: "Since Mr. Brando also knows that it is...... It's a faux pas, but why do it? ”

She couldn't help but grit her teeth a little again: "Really...... It's too much! In vain I thought that Mr. Brando was a real knight. ”

Brando was speechless, how could he answer. You can't say that a true knight is to pursue romance, right? That's. Or do you say I'll be responsible for you? It doesn't seem to be very good either—not to mention that the father-in-law wants him to be responsible, what about little Roman? In the last life, it was actually the senior sister who influenced me the most, but the past cannot be traced, and the time cannot be waited. Brando is well aware of his feelings.

Princess Griffiin stared at him for a long time.

Look straight at Brando's burnt head.

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

"Huh? What do you understand? Brando's heart was stunned, and he looked back at the princess in bewilderment. Looking closely at the future Princess Regent, the noble and elegant princess of Eruin, who is still a girl who has just turned sixteen years old today, inherits the unique slenderness of the elven clan, and looks even more weak.

Princess Griffiin seemed to untie the knot in her heart, and she looked up, her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight; Smile lightly. Lifting his skirt and walking out of the woods, he quietly came to Brando's side, and also looked at the stars in the sky.

"Mr. Brando, too, is looking at the stars?"

"Pretty much." Brando replied a little absent-mindedly, not understanding what Her Royal Highness the princess meant.

"The sorcerers say that when they die, they turn into stars. Therefore, the first king and the father are watching us from heaven. ”

The story sounded romantic, but Brando knew it was just big fireballs that were burning. Of course, he wouldn't say it so badly, and besides, there are serious astrologers in this world.

"Probably."

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

"No, I do."

"Huh?" Her Royal Highness the Princess was slightly stunned. I can't help but look back. She wasn't too tall, and all she could see was Brando's broad shoulders.

"I believe in the fate of the Cruz epic created by man, destiny, that is, resistance." Brando quietly relayed this sentence that the senior sister had told him back then.

"Destiny...... It's a struggle......," Princess Griffiin savored.

Brando saw Nimesis in the distance. She was putting her blanket over a couple of ladies and students. This detail made Brando slightly surprised, but he didn't expect the cold-faced female knight to have such a gentle side.

Send off Her Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin. Brando also felt a little baffled. The half-elf princess didn't say anything in the end, but sat outside the forest with him and watched the stars for a long time. What an attitude. He still hasn't figured it out.

But all in all, it seems that Her Royal Highness the princess does not intend to hold the person responsible for that incident, which is a good thing. Brando also breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise the face would have been lost.

At three o'clock in the morning, Brando finally met the druid master named Voczyk, who looked as abstract as Brando remembered. The first impression of the other party is that of a crow man, with a pointed and long face, and it is covered with black patterns. He was dressed in a cloak that looked like a crow's feathers, and his arms and fingers were dry and slender like claws.

This person should be placed in Brando's familiar film and television works, which is a typical villain, but on the contrary, in history this is a cold, but strictly neutral NPC image. Of course, most of the druids are also this virtue.

Voczyk had returned from Ampesel, looking tired, but according to the other side, it should be fine to hold on to one or two more low-intensity battles. Brando hurriedly told him to rest first, and with the addition of the druid master, he soon found that his mage group had reached an unprecedented level of luxury.

At least four Golden-Tier Sorcerers, Grand Druid Wocchik, Grand Mentor Charr of the Law Wizard, Bridge the Siren, and Andreg, Lord of the Night. Then there is Naga's twenty-member sacrificial group, and Count Outin also has a few wandering wizards under him, plus the two sisters Flo and Tia, except for the lack of a pillar of the elemental level - this group of more than thirty mages with the lowest rank above silver can basically crush the Qiē force of Eruin.

Unfortunately, the number of people was still too small in Brando's opinion, and the thirty or so spellcasters were scattered among an army of several thousand, which was just enough. Unlike the wars of the Great Demon Tide era in the future, a legion can mobilize a mage group of more than 100 people, in addition to being scattered in the army to be responsible for defense, it can also gather an exclusive mage group of dozens of people to be used in a centralized manner to play the role of long-range fire support.

Of course, this dream is just a dream to think about now. Wizards who do not have a silver rank have a very low survival rate on large-scale battlefields, but there are very few wizards above the silver rank. That's the current state of Vaughnde.

Half past four.

The cadets of the Royal Order finished their rest, and then Naga and the nobles' private soldiers were also woken up in turn, and Brando took out the map that he had compiled overnight and asked them to arrange the defensive line as required. This hand 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 had personally led people to survey the terrain by night in order to give them a good rest.

Although the young non-commissioned officers and cadets did not say it, they were grateful in their hearts. Only Princess Griffiin vaguely guessed something, but she only buried this guess in her heart.

The terrain of the Mar Heights was a surprise for the defenders, where the branches of the three mountain ranges met to form a huge valley with a thick fog that shrouded the valleys on either side. The river flows endlessly from the middle of the river, making a loud sound of water.

To the north of the valley lay a high ridge, nearly leaden gray at the far end of the field of vision, dim in the darkness of the night before the wee hours of the morning. This is the end of the foothills that stretch south of the Fama mountain range. Locals call the mountain Mount Angke, which means 'wall' in the ancient language of the mountain people.

At the foot of the Angerke Mountains, two streams converge to form a shallow mountain stream, which washes down the river bank and forms an open river over the years. Kawachi downward. It looks like a huge slope, flanked by the forested Mt. Magchenco and Mont Levíco.

However, the Mt. Magchenko and the Mt. Leveco are both gentle, far below the height of the summit of Mount Angk. This meant that if a position was placed on the top of Mount Angk, the archers would be able to attack the two hills to the south from a high position.

And the infantry cavalry of the northern coalition army were to attack them through the valley of Guò. An attack to capture the two hills to the south in advance would be a nightmare. But without capturing the hills to the south, a bottom-up attack will be more than a nightmare.

This is simply a natural blocking position.

Unless the Blackblade Legion finds a way to cross the Fama Mountains. Attack from behind Mount Angke. But that will take a long time, at least half a month. They don't have to worry about enemies from behind.

So the rest is simple. While a few thought it might be better to continue deeper into the Anlek mountains, it was only a possibility, and most of them began to set up their defenses with great vigour. The cadets quickly came up with a very classic and practical plan.

The plan was immediately sent to Brando, Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Overwell. The plan was simple, as expected, to place the main position on the north side of the confluence of the streams, at the foot of Mount Anrk – the archery position, then the main position – but the center of gravity of the defense was pushed forward, including the eastern foothills of the Magchenko Mountains and the western foothills of the Levico Mountains.

Brando saw at a glance the core of the plan, setting up a battlefield on each of the two hills to the south, and the young cadets intended to use the terrain to deplete the living forces of the Southern Coalition on these two fronts.

Such tactical intentions are typical, almost textbook-like. But in Brando's opinion, it is not very good, too conservative. He glanced at the others, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not say anything, and Overwell shook his head.

A lone wolf is a lone wolf.

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

"Ah, how to fix it?" Kaglis, who was full of confidence and brought the plan, couldn't help but be stunned, this plan was actually formulated by him, and it was unanimously approved by the non-commissioned officers and students. I thought it would be guò, but now it seems a little too much to take it for granted.

"That's it." Brando replied with two gestures of his hand on the provisional map.

"Huh?"

Karglis almost shook his hand and pasted the plan in his lord's face, which is also called a plan? Isn't this the entire frontal position to be given up, and does the lord want us to surrender directly?

He looked at Brando pitifully, as if to make sure that his lord had not slept all night and was talking nonsense in a trance. Unexpectedly, he was immediately glared at by Brando, and scolded: "What are you still staying for?" ”

So this aristocratic young man from Tonigel could only consider himself unlucky and walked out dejectedly.

"That seems a bit ......" Overwell couldn't help but shake his head, Brando's plan was too bold, a little beyond his expectations.

No, it's more than bold. If he hadn't known this young man before, I'm afraid he would have begun to wonder if this guy was a spy, this plan was simply contemptuous of the intelligence of the Northern Alliance.

"It's dangerous, you and Makaro are very similar, but it's a pity that ......" The lone wolf of the kingdom couldn't help but sigh. In the past, the kingdom had a lion, a wolf, and a fox, but now it can only rely on these young people.

He could only hope that his choice was right.

Only Brando smiled at this, full of confidence.

The sky was dark, and the army in the forest began to gather. Nosda and his Wyvern Dragoons were taking to the air in the early morning breeze, and then, with the cooperation of Brando's Wind Spirit Spider, began to drive out the Scout Cavalry of the Northern Alliance.

This was the clearance work before the Great War.

By this time, both sides could no longer hide their tactical intentions. The commanders of the Northern Coalition soon understood that Brando was preparing to fight them to the death.

"You know you can't run away?"

Williams reached out to catch the parchment tube dropped by the Wyvern Dragoon, and after a nonchalant look, a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

He looked up—there was Mar Heights ahead.

Eight-twelve.

Brando closed his pocket watch with a brass lid and looked out across the valley. His vision was extremely far away, and his powerful perception allowed him to see miles away without the need for foreign objects, and on the other side of the valley, the first Northern Coalition army had appeared, but it was not clear for the time being that it was the column.

"It should be Viscount Finn, there are a lot of people, I'm afraid there are thousands." Count Outin put down his binoculars and muttered, "They stopped, they should be waiting for backup." ”

Brando nodded, Count Outin is worthy of being an old nobleman who has served in both the Black Blade Legion and the Southern Legion, this judgment is still very accurate. His guess was probably the Finn column as well.

However, Enrok on the side was a little unimpressed, and the young man shrugged his shoulders and said: "No matter how many people there are, it is meaningless, this valley can allow them to launch fifteen hundred men to attack from the front, the northerners are really grinding." ”

"But they can first capture the two hills south of Mt Magchenco and Mt Levico, wouldn't they?" Freya stood beside Brando, dressed in a military uniform, with her sword in her hand, and replied with a frown.

"Then there's a good show." Brando smiled...... So it's time to eat! (To be continued) RQ