Scene 111 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (11)

Pallas thought he had seen through Brando's purpose.

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

He knew these people as well as his own fingerprints.

From the Year of Blossoms and Summer Leaves until the beginning of the Second Age, he had dealt with almost every lord of Eruin, large and small.

If Pallas knew that Brando could call out his nickname that was unknown decades ago, then he might reconsider his choice.

But there is no if in history——

When Brando immediately got the news about the old knight returning to Pallas in his study room in Fir City, he couldn't help but smile and put the information from the 'Raven' Throw it back on the desk.

Raven was his name for the first-line wizard scouts, because those people often used ravens to convey messages, so this nickname also spread like wildfire in the army.

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

"It's not a good habit to place your hopes on the enemy, Grand Commander Fern." Antitina stood next to Brando. She glanced at the Grand Commander and replied coldly.

As time went by, the prestige of Brando's first staff member in his group was increasing day by day. Although she was scolding her, Fern didn't feel there was anything wrong when she said it at this time. It seems like it's natural, it should be like this.

Fern smiled instead: "It's just a pity. If he retreats, we will face a tough battle next."

"That's not necessarily the case." Brando replied softly.

He knew very well that the old knight was cautious but had an unyielding character in his blood, just like he knew very well what fighting style the other party liked and what choices he would make.

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

No matter what choice the other party makes, it will not be beyond his expectations.

Listen to what the young lord said,

Antitina glanced at him from behind. She had known about this plan since Tajib left the city that day. Brando's arrangement once made her feel incredible - it was not like a tactic, it was like a prediction.

But now, this prediction came true.

The staff lady was also a little dumbfounded. She looked at Brando's back and was in a daze.

"Not necessarily?" Fern was puzzled.

"Sir Pallas graduated from the Wangli Military Academy when he was young, and participated in the November War. He is the most serious academic non-commissioned officer." Brando replied: "Do you know that the serious officers at the Wangli Military Academy are There is this sentence written on the wall in Cruz language——"

"'For both parties to the war, the means of war are to achieve the goal and prevent the other party from achieving the goal.'"

"This sentence is the core of Eruin's military thinking and is regarded as a classic by all officers with professional backgrounds."

Fern nodded, and Krenthia and Medisa nodded as well. Fern was born in a military camp and was no stranger to this sentence, but Kerencia had decades of experience in the wild. Some of the principles were common, so he could see this sentence just by looking at it based on his own experience. The truth contained in -

As for Medissa, this princess-general’s understanding of war does not require any further explanation.

"So the same goes for Pallas," Antitina came back to her senses and asked quietly from the side: "Is that right, Lord Lord?"

"Yes."

Brando continued: "So I asked the cavemen to use the entire clan to harass, plunder and invade the Pallas area, just to tell this old gentleman such a message."

"We are trapped and still fighting, eager to find an opportunity to break the situation before Lord Denel gathers his army."

"Isn't that exactly where we are?" asked Fern.

"Yes," Brando nodded: "But is there such a stupid enemy? Will he tell you his true situation so that you can complete a 'Critical strike'?"

Brando was leaning on a high-backed chair without a seat, and he didn't look like a lord at all. This made Antitina's brows almost knitted into a ball, and Fuluo's face didn't necessarily look that good either.

However, the young man seemed to be in a good mood and blurted out game terms.

"Critical strike?"

"That's an ancient language," Brando lied without blushing and heartbeat: "It's called a fatal blow."

Fern nodded.

"So this is reverse thinking," Medisha whispered: "We ask for a war, but naturally he cannot let us do so. But on the other hand - according to the thinking of being strict with the enemy, it is impossible for the enemy to expose his weaknesses so straightforwardly In front of you, he will definitely try his best to conceal his purpose."

"Unless this is a trap," Fern said.

"What message does this trap convey?" Kerencia asked.

"The enemy hopes to delay time." Fern replied again. He had obviously entered Sir Pallas's thinking perspective.

"Then the way to defeat this purpose is to send troops as soon as possible——"

"But what if it's a double trap?" The discussion quickly became heated.

"So no matter what, there are only two options left." Antitina pulled her mind out of this thinking circuit and replied calmly: "Either stay put until the army is assembled, or send troops immediately to cut off the mess with a quick knife -"

But Medissa shook her head.

"Military deductions are not just that simple. After all, this is not guessing. It only relies on analyzing the opponent's psychology -" the little silver elf princess replied: "Some things cannot be concealed. Troop strength, supplies, morale and weather are related to Geographical factors, plus possible reinforcements.”

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

"There are also personality factors." Brando added.

"So where is the trap arranged by the adults?" After Medissa's reminder, Fern came back to his senses and looked at Brando in confusion.

According to the Silver Elf Princess, isn't it easy for Pallas to make correct judgments?

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

Just like what the young lord said, they were in a corner and were eager to find a chance to break the situation before Count Denel's army could gather.

But now Sir Pallas chose to stand still and wait for the army to gather, so they lost this most precious opportunity.

Is not it?

But Fern saw Brando shaking his head, and he smiled and said: "I have already laid the trap, haven't I? Each of you is in it, but there is no way to notice it -"

"What?"

Everyone was surprised.

The young lord smiled and nodded his forehead: "The so-called limitation of thinking is that I tell you a question that is either yes or no, and you follow this question and fall into the whirlpool of choice——"

"But you haven't thought about it. This is a real war. In a war, there are thousands of possibilities, not just two choices. If you can't get out of this maze of thinking, then you won't be able to see the third way. ——”

Everyone present was stunned.

"Third way?" Fern asked with a frown.

"Paras chooses to march, then he will be attacked head-on, and we will break the situation directly." Brando replied: "But 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 withdraw his troops and give me two months or even three months to delay the war until after the Spring Dawn Moon, then I will still welcome it."

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

"But time is not necessarily in our favor, Lord." Antitina frowned as always, as if her brows had not relaxed since this month.

Seeing her like this, the young man reminded her seriously: "Frowning your brows often will cause wrinkles, Miss Staff."

The noble daughter rolled her eyes at him: "Anyway, I will let you, Lord, take responsibility -" She was slightly confused.

Brando smiled slightly, as if it was a sense of accomplishment to be able to relax the deputy a little. He laughed and explained: "Don't worry, time will be on our side in the end."

He was not just talking nonsense. Ever since the druids returned to his territory, he knew that they might already have news about Valhalla. This was consistent with history, so he made a series of arrangements for this.

Including instructing Tajib to harass Pallas and delay the old knight's attack, all in order to finally achieve this goal.

Only Brando understands what Valhalla means, so he must delay the war as long as possible until the legendary territory is in his arms. After that, everything will no longer be a problem.

With this clear in his mind, he looked at the others, who looked at him suspiciously, but at least they knew that this young lord never told lies.

"But won't that old guy notice something is wrong?" Fern still felt a little weird.

"Have you noticed it again?" Brando asked.

"But that's only for a moment!"

"Everything is decided at the moment. Changing the final result in war is actually just one or two details," Brando shook his head. "Indecision is the most taboo for commanders, and repeated changes in decisions are even more taboo for military strategists."

"What's more, once he decides to retreat today, he will have to deal with Tajib's harassment from now on. Even if he realizes it, he has already slowed down the pace of gathering. By then it will be too late to regret."

"Doesn't that mean he's destined to lose anyway?" Fern asked.

"I gave him a test paper. The two answers to choose from were all arranged by me. Why didn't he lose?" Brando replied: "Sometimes you need to change roles, but you can follow the opponent's rhythm in the end." Not a good thing."

Brando suddenly stopped talking, because he felt the surroundings became quiet, and all his men looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at monsters.

The young man suddenly felt embarrassed. In fact, his method was not an unpredictable one, but just a remnant of Insta Dragon's tricks. This was how the Black Lord humiliated the old gentleman in the Second Black Rose War. Brando himself could only learn from it.

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

"Do your own thing," Brando replied: "This is the second thing I want to say today. I will probably have to leave the territory for a month or more."

He clasped his hands together and intertwined his fingers: "I don't want this place to become a mess when I return to the territory."

"My lord, are you leaving again?" Antitina frowned again: "Shavlund?"

"secret."

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