Chapter 626 628. Twenty Minutes
If you want to win, you must continue to immerse yourself in hard and boring work.
After arranging the war record in hand, which could have a major impact on the long-established "civilization theory" of the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest still has many things to do.
"There is another piece of information from Cintra."
Roche took out a piece of paper from the stack of papers in Foltest's hand and placed it on the top.
Foltest read the words above softly: "'Embers'? Are these guerrillas coming out to cause trouble again?"
Guerrillas, this is not a new term, especially In newly occupied areas, guerrilla operations against the occupying party are commonplace for every commander.
Even when Foltest was training Vernon Roche, he specifically taught him this aspect.
In the guerrilla theory, the more inappropriate the occupying party is in the occupied area, the stronger the guerrilla activity frequency and destructive power will be.
Because the guerrillas will get the support of the people in the occupied areas to support them in attacking the invaders.
However, the invaders, who are in an overall dominant position, will do more inhumane things in order to deter the residents.
Then the vicious cycle begins.
After reading the war records written by Haxor and understanding what the Nilfgaardians did in the occupied area of Cintra, Foltest was not surprised at all. An endless stream of official and unofficial guerrilla groups emerged.
But this ‘Ember’, they are not ordinary guerrillas. Very, very unusual.
Before the wildfire a few days ago, no one had heard of this group of people. The Nilfgaardians didn't have it, nor did the Northern Alliance, not even Marshal Visekid, the former Cintra general who was also fighting guerrillas.
This is not a big deal, after all, most guerrillas are not on the stage and have little combat effectiveness and record. On weekdays, it would be a big deal if he could maintain his presence in enemy-occupied areas.
But just after the wildfire, the name suddenly shot up into the sky like the plume of smoke that day!
The first battle that made them famous - this group of people directly attacked a Nilfgaardian border military station at night!
It is said that more than 500 Nilfgaardian horses were taken away!
Although Foltest didn't understand why a temporary military station would have such extravagant resources as more than 500 war horses, judging from the reaction of the Nilfgaardians, this was probably true.
This is even more surprising.
How could a mere guerrilla know that there were war horses in the Nilfgaardian depot?
Not only are their combat capabilities superior, their intelligence is also very powerful!
And this kind of action is just the beginning of their actions in the past few days.
Like all guerrillas, their names are not affixed to their bodies.
Rather, it was given by their enemies based on their unique performance.
Where the 'embers' have touched their hands, they will leave a handful of white, small piles like ashes in the end.
Maybe it’s to commemorate something, maybe it’s to vent anger for relatives and friends who died.
Happy people each have their own happiness, but the misfortune of the guerrillas in enemy-occupied areas is roughly the same.
“What did they do this time?”
Foltest asked.
"It is still a temporary military station. According to our battlefield division, it is within the seventeenth section of the national border."
Roche answered in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Well, compared to the last time they burned down a small grain and grass warehouse, this should be considered peaceful. I hope they can live longer."
"You may understand That's wrong, Your Majesty. They didn't take advantage of the chaos in that temporary military station."
Foltest raised his eyes blankly: "That's...?"
Roche pursed his lips: "They...killed all the defenders of the entire military station, as well as those who were resting there. Patrol. Estimated. At least five hundred people. "
". Killed them all. "
The king of Temeria blinked.
“This is a fucking guerrilla?!”
——
“Are these fucking guerrillas?!” The same question, but the tone that sounded in the Nilfgaardian camp was as deep as if he had pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm. .
Menno Culhorn, Nilfgaard's commander-in-chief in this war.
He held the riding crop in his hand, although there was no angry or irrational movement. But everyone here seemed like quails frightened by the thunder, and they didn't even dare to look up at him.
Menno Kuhorn was well-known in the Nilfgaardian army. He was a legendary alumnus of the Imperial Military Academy. There were even several pages dedicated to him in the textbook, describing the many wars he experienced in his life. command.
Among the commanders who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, they looked at Menno Kuhorn as if they were watching the idol in the textbook come to life.
A large-scale battle cannot be caused by any sudden reason or situation.
Before a large-scale battle, both parties participating in the war must have realized that the decisive moment was coming, and the offensive side had reasons to fight, and the defensive side also had reasons to fight.
In the end, all the forces that both sides could mobilize were put on the table, and the game of command began.
The current situation, according to the ideas of Menno Kuhoun and Foltest, has reached a tipping point.
The lower-ranking officers may still be relaxed and despised because of the victory in the Battle of Soden, but among the upper-ranking officers, this atmosphere was suppressed by Menno Kuhorn.
"And it was in this tense situation, in this intensive personnel dispatch! One of our temporary military stations! The soldiers' rest house and supply depot were all killed by a group of guerrillas ?!"
His falcon-like eyes and nose are proof of his pure Nilfgaardian blood, which can bring great pressure to people when stared at.
"You want to report to me like this? And I will report to His Majesty the Emperor like this?"
Menno Kuhorn's eyes darted back and forth over the map, back and forth over the chess pieces that represented military power.
This is a crucial battle that will determine whether the empire will be forced to stop at Cintra, or whether it will be forced to drive into the northern territories like a wedge.
He will never allow this glorious battle to fail. And this requires taking care of any flaws.
After a moment of silence, he asked for specific details in a calmer tone.
“How many people are there in ‘Ember’?”
The atmosphere in the camp also relaxed. The adjutant with the summarized intelligence in his hand immediately stepped forward to report.
"We have a professional trace expert to give his opinion. After exploring many sites, he believes that their number will not exceed seventy people."
At this time, the faces of all the officers Everyone showed an expression of disbelief.
Seventy people killed five hundred people. Didn't all the soldiers in the military station wear armor?
In their experience and learning, I am afraid that only when playing without armor and with armor can they achieve this kind of battle damage ratio.
But Menno Kuhorn was still calm, and he continued to ask.
"So, how long was the difference between the last batch of changing personnel who left the military station before the accident and the first batch of personnel who arrived after the accident?"
"In other words, I want to know how long it took for those 'Embers' to achieve the effect of annihilating seventy against five hundred."
The adjutant did not answer immediately. He lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand carefully. After confirming, he swallowed and raised his head.
"Marshal."
"Say!"
"I'm afraid it only took them less than twenty minutes."
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(End of this chapter)