Amber Sword Chapter 302: Scene 73: Brand's Strategy2

Chapter 302: Scene 73: Brand’s Strategy_2

Ben knew about that kind of thing, using discarded magic crystal shards as prirs and striking the shards with active elent probes to ignite the gunpowder—’a firearm belonging to this world.’ The Ofrans had begun equipping flintlock guns thirty years ago and had even established two flintlock gun teams; the dwarfs’ history with matchlock guns stretched back even earlier, to the Silver Year.

Firearms had trendous power at close range, with the finest flintlock guns dealing damage comparable to brass label weapons of the sa level within fifty paces. Moreover, the tactics of concentrated firearm use had beco very sophisticated in this era, though they still lacked a decisive edge compared to the equally mature enchanted projection forces.

However, he knew many rcenaries favored using firearms, especially handguns, though rifles were still in the minority—one should rember that bayonets did not exist in this era. Ben glanced at the guy, thinking that in a world of magic, firearms had not profoundly altered warfare in the sa way they had in his own world; gunpowder weapons were not widespread, so he had no interest in studying how bayonets worked.

Antitina felt her face flush slightly, “Vulgar rcenary—” she thought, but she still cautiously asked, “What did you an just now?”

“My aning is, the tactics you ntioned, those concerns would be for a regular army. We’re struggling rcenaries, naturally, we have our thods—whether it’s heavy infantry or lightly armored swordsn, in any environnt, everyone should fight side by side. Your statent is correct, of course, but one must also consider reality…” Frank respectfully replied. Though outwardly deferential, his dismissive tone was hard to miss.

Antitina choked for a mont, deeply aware that her knowledge, drawn from books, seed shallow, but to be considered naive to her face still angered her a bit. This noblewoman glanced at Ben, then turned back, her bright eyes still wary but now quietly asked, “Do you believe what they say, Mr. Ben?”

Ben looked at Frank and nodded.

“But.”

“But what?” he retorted.

“Do you really believe—” Antitina looked at him, questioning with her eyes.

Ben smiled, greeted Frank and Sanfde, then spurred his horse to move faster. He didn’t answer, leaving only his back for the noblewoman to see. But Antitina was never one to give up easily. She urged her horse forward, coughing as she pursued and asked, “Lord, I think they’re not quite right.”

“Why?”

“Intuition.”

“And you, Little Roman, what do you say?” Ben asked without turning his head.

“I don’t know,” Roman shook her head vigorously, “but aunt said that explanations that are too vague or too detailed are signs of a guilty conscience!”

Ben smiled faintly, turned back to flick her nose, and laughed, “You clearly know but still make a detour, such a cunning little fox.”

“I-I really don’t know!” Roman raised her small eyebrows, hurriedly defending herself.

Antitina felt awkward beside the couple bickering flirtatiously, not knowing how to react, but she finally understood. Ben wasn’t unclear but overly clear; it looked like he had suspected these people’s motives all along. Claiming that heavy infantry walk slowly, so they’re placed at the back of the group, sounded like an excuse. She breathed a sigh of relief at this thought.

“Since that’s the case,” the noblewoman glanced at Roman and Ben, her face blushing, “what should we do?”

“Just adapt as needed,” Ben replied.

He fully rembered the plot ntioned in that strategy article now, thinking that as long as the trouble wasn’t aid at him, everything would be negotiable. Though the whole situation had so challenges, he couldn’t help feeling a headache; he had intended to avoid so trouble, but he found himself caught in a new one instead. If anyone was to bla, it would be Macaro and Bujia for getting involved with such tricky opponents.

It was said to be competition between two rcenary groups, but it might be more accurate to say that the Black Hand behind the “Paper Card” rcenary group had its sights set on the Gray Wolf rcenary Group.

Ben couldn’t help glancing at the people around him, not worrying about their fate but considering how to extricate himself from this trouble. Nonetheless, it was unusual for a small rcenary group to attract the attention of those guys in the first place.