For instance, this place.
But Brand knew this very well.
He had been a warband commander, familiar with the nature of noble private soldiers and Madara's habits on the battlefield; moreover, the key to reversing the battlefield was comprehensively planned from the beginning — in short, he mustn't give Gruding's private troops a chance to retreat into the inner city for defense.
The young man's lips were pressed into a straight line, Kabais's thoughts were as clear as an open book to him.
The two faced off among the turbulent army, neither moving an inch.
But Brand was not in a hurry, the spearhead of the mercenary attack led by Medisha could also charge forward unimpeded, he could afford to wait, but Kabais might not. He let his arms hang naturally, confidently watching Kabais amidst the chaos, waiting for the moment the other could no longer hold on.
On the contrary, the flame in Kabais's eyes burned again.
