Amber Sword
Chapter 147: Act 8 Knight, Charge Forward

Chapter 147: Act 8 Knight, Charge Forward

Reto and Mano ultimately chose to believe Brand’s words. Someone who could speak so convincingly, even if lying, must at least have some confidence and skill. The key point was that Brand gave them a sufficient reason, which was the payment—mercenaries and payment are inseparably linked. Payment is like a way out—it can make everything unreasonable become reasonable.

It didn’t take long for the dozen or so experienced mercenaries to gather. They communicated with gestures, and horses galloped out of the crowd one by one, then gathered together. Within moments, everyone was accounted for.

These mercenaries are not simple folk, not your ordinary kind, thought Brand.

Nevertheless, he also had the Security Cavalry gather. He needed his men divided into two groups. Although these fellows weren’t great, with some training, they could be useful.

Brand rode his horse around these people, then stopped to one side, holding a pocket watch, estimating the time.

From afar, many of the refugees, forming a long line and moving slowly forward, were watching this group of more than twenty cavalrymen, guessing what they intended to do. Many of them had joined later and didn’t know Brand but had a strong impression of the female knight maintaining order along the procession on her horse.

They kept asking who that girl was, so Frey’s status rose from the militia captain to the Security Cavalry Captain in the citizens’ mouths, and soon she became a member of the White-maned Knight Order or the Captain of the Buqi Guard Team. In short, she was their leader. They only needed to follow that figure’s back; she would naturally lead them out.

The slim second hand ticked one last time, and Brand froze the time at that moment—

He raised the Elf Sword, pointing forward. The cavalry team immediately moved forward slowly with him. On his signal, the riders gathered, charging towards the high ground along an unremarkable route.

"What is he doing?"

"If we charge straight up like this, and those skeleton cavalry don’t appear in that direction, won’t we look like fools?" Mano couldn’t help but ask.

"If those monsters appear from another direction and counter-charge before we can return to help, the refugees will be scattered. That kid doesn’t know how to fight, and you actually believe what he says," another person remarked.

"Didn’t you believe too?"

"I only did it for the money," that person retorted, a bit stunned.

Brand had already given the order for the cavalry to accelerate. The thundering sound of horse hooves echoed on the riverbank. With two seconds to go, Brand estimated the time, and they reached the high ground first. The riders had just crested the slope and were stunned.

They saw a group of about forty skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side, showing that Brand had chosen the correct direction, catching the enemy off guard and seizing the high ground first.

Everyone couldn’t help but look at the young man with wonder—how did he predict that?

As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. Brand only glanced at the other side and then swung his sword twice before riding ahead to point out a tangent line to everyone—

He wanted them to charge.

But this was not the right time for a charge, it was too rash! What if the undead turned differently from the prediction? Besides, no one knew how fast they could start moving. This reckless charge might waste the hard-won advantage!

They should observe a bit more, probe each other. As long as they held onto the high ground, the initiative would always be theirs.

Not just the mercenaries, even the cavalry of the Security Team turned their eyes to Brand. This young man had miraculously secured the initiative from the start, instilling some confidence in them, and now they were unwilling to give it up.

But Brand seemed oblivious, consistently pointing his sword in that direction, which could only mean one thing—knights, advance!

Then he pulled the reins, turned his horse, and circled half a lap around his cavalry—leading the charge at the forefront.

"With courage, follow me—"

"If you can’t catch them, at least drive them off the high ground."

Brand shouted. His leading by example injected a kind of strength into these people’s hearts, a strength called confidence. In Erune’s most prosperous era, knights and nobles were like banners on the battlefield. Wherever they were, that was where the kingdom’s will was directed—