The Amber Sword

Act thirty-eighth jazz, young people and hunters (first)

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It was just a little bit brighter along the Gris River.

In the forest, Fern was hiding under the bush with the tiger sparrow, watching silently as the noble army of flags outside the forest was noisily crossing the road in the forest-this is not surprising, the discipline is strict A standard that even the regular army of the kingdom cannot do.

Of course the mercenaries are much better, at least the consciousness of the ambush. About hundreds of mercenaries were holding their breath along the forest on the banks of the Gris River, waiting for the last noble soldier to enter the preset battlefield.

Hundreds of crossbow, long and short bows are about to target prey entering their range.

"Although these guys don't seem to be very effective," Tiger Sparrow looked at the outside of the woods and couldn't help saying, "But scouts are still very sophisticated, just a little less practical experience."

The head of the Fire Brigade glanced at the guy around him. He knew that the man had no name, and only a nickname was left.

Tiger bird, he has never heard the name of this bird before—

"Just a little practical experience? You can only say this!" But Fern couldn't help thinking about it.

Fern, as the former captain of the Karasu cavalry, is far more knowledgeable than ordinary people. He knows that the scout of Sir Ming Mintai is a first-class player in the regular army, but this man and the small group of mercenaries he led It's really amazing.

He saw with his own eyes those Rubis mercenaries heading up to kill a team of noble scout cavalry, getting up and leaping, killing horses, and robbing horses in one go-even the bodies of the noble cavalry are still lying in the forest, leaving only Gradually cold body temperature-except that the dead could not stand up to sue the mercenary captain.

The former cavalry captain couldn't help but feel a bit timid-that level of courage and tacit cooperation made him wonder if these guys were really mercenaries?

And such a guy is just the servant of the young lord, I am afraid that even the Cavaliers are not. Fern certainly couldn't guess where Brando was sacred, but that didn't prevent him from making a judgement-as a seasoned cavalry captain, he did have more details than most people could observe.

From the day Brando took Gruddin, he had already realized the extraordinaryness of this young man before Juta and Klenthia; at the same time, he was also the first person to doubt Brando's intentions--like Nobles like Brando really don't need to come to such a backcountry place, do they?

So what is his purpose?

Although Fern looked like a careless guy, in fact, Brando had been keenly aware of Brando's well-hidden ambitions, which is why he fell to this camp from the beginning.

After he left Karasu's cavalry, he worked tirelessly to create this mercenary regiment, of course not an ordinary person. Fern has long found an object of his loyalty among the nobles, but most of the time, people he despises him, and most of his detractors are disgusting, such as Grudin Goods.

Until Brando put the opportunity in front of him.

The two hit it off.

When Fern fell into his own thoughts, the noble army had slowly entered the forest—

After crossing the Gris, Sir Mintai slowed down. Although it seems that the mob has not stayed, he is a cautious man--be careful.

But this caution is not due to a natural acumen for war and military, but purely a careful character.

So when one of his youngest sons chased from behind, Sir Mintai was determined to let his scattered army of mercenaries and private soldiers advance along the road in the forest on the river, soldiers. Noisy noises along the way upset him--

However, his restraint is meaningless, at best only for a moment.

Instead, he looked at the knights around him and felt somewhat satisfied-these knights were his old men, all truly experienced fighters. Even the armored but calm eyes were always under the mask. — They hold their swords at all times and maintain the necessary vigilance.

The real knights are professional soldiers who have long trained in warfare skills, and naturally differ from others. Even their servants, the noble soldiers who followed the huge dragon and beast with various flags, were better trained than the mercenaries.

But it just looks.

The team was entering the path between the narrow forests, and our Jazz Lord frowned instinctively, but he was thinking whether there would be any trouble in the future, but there was a sound of horseshoes behind him.

At the back of the team, there were only his second sons—these were the manpower he had assigned to the opponent, a total of fifty, and he wanted to make this guy toss for a while. However, he did not expect the other person to organize these people to obediently, which was beyond his expectation.

"What new trick did the boy have again?" With this thought, Sir Mintai turned back, and sure enough he saw the familiar face with the corners of his eyes drawn with several people on horseback.

For this son, Samuel really loved and hated.

When Cargalis approached the brigade, he tightened the reins and slowed the horse down. The young man stood on the horse in the most standard knight posture, like a straight sharp knife. He pushed a little messy long hair on his forehead aside, exhaling a breath.

"Master Father."

"What happened to you?"

The visitor smiled with the peculiar smirk of the young man, and asked, "Master, how long has the scout not been back?"

It took a moment for Sir Mintai to realize the problem. However, he was obviously reluctant to admit it, and asked with some unhappiness: "You asked for this, it was only a little late-they may have gone too far, you know, these guys under me always have excess energy —— "

Caglis looked up and glanced into the forest.

"Not necessarily." He said lightly.

"This bastard!" Sir Mintai scolded in his heart: "what exactly do you want to say?"

Cargalis could not help but grin, staring at his father strangely: "Everyone says Sir Jazz is a cautious man, but it's not always true--" Before he finished, he suddenly found Sir Mintai His face became more and more gloomy, and the young man's heart screamed unfortunately and quickly changed his mouth: "But my father, you are too brave, do you find that there is something wrong with the scout, and dare to let the army continue to enter the forest?"

Although he said so, in fact he was not so worried. After all, the opponent is just a mob, and no matter how powerful the mob is, it is just a group of black people.

The young people look at themselves very high, naturally they will not look at the mercenaries under Brando.

Of course, if he knew what danger was hidden in the forest not far away at this moment, I am afraid he would not think so--

"When is my old man's turn to teach you?" Sir Mintai interrupted him indifferently: "Your boy was not born when I fought!"

"Yes, my father, let the army stop first anyway."

The jazz looked around and was a little worried. But anyway, after finding a step, he raised his hand, and the herald immediately conveyed his order.

After a brief commotion, the team stopped.

But it was okay not to stop. At this stop, Caglios immediately discovered the problems before the experienced knights present. He looked up at the forest and frowned suddenly.

Actually, it wasn't just him. After the young man smelled something wrong, the Cavaliers who were present felt the same.

When the noisy soldiers stopped, they realized that--

The forest is too quiet.

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Fern frowned, too, and the aristocrat halted a little outside the ambush circle. As long as there is a little bit more time, he can take the lead in attacking, but this matter hangs so abruptly that it can't go up.

He took a breath and stared at every detail outside the forest, thinking for a moment, and decided to wait a little longer. In Karasu's cavalry career, Fern learned the most thing is that he must be calm and calm on the battlefield, which often allows to see the situation clearly and win the ultimate victory.

But this time he was wrong.

The tiger **** is staring in the same direction, he has smelled the unusual in the air. As soon as the rider entered the brigade, the aristocratic army stopped. This was not normal. At first, he wondered whether the other party had found himself.

But whether aware or not, the mercenary captain knew he had to judge.

The cavemen had lurked a hundred meters away from the noble soldiers—the first time they were equipped with a four-armed crossbow given to them by humans—this thing Tajib had always wanted to start, but Grudin was not stupid To the realm of sending these military supplies to their own potential enemies.

Of course, when they join Brando's group, it is another matter.

The distance of one hundred meters is a little too far for human beings. Even the black iron fighters may cross this distance for a few seconds, let alone in the forest.

But this is enough for cavemen.

That moment the tiger bird made a decision.

"Signal—" he ordered quietly.

"Wait," Fern was puzzled. "This is too far away, they haven't entered our ambush yet."

"We have an absolute number and strength advantage, and the ambush is just the icing on the cake," Tiger Tick replied decisively, "but if the other party reacts, the situation will be beyond our control."

"Master Lord wants to catch that Jazz Lord, that is the focus of this battle." The mercenary captain continued.

Fern froze, and that came to pass.

indeed so.

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(***. As long as the dragon-empty classmates wish.)