Chapter 629 631. Respect
Under the leadership of Menno Kuhorn, a legendary alumnus and a textbook figure, the officers began to abandon their fear and actively devoted themselves to discussing how to use the military to deal with a super-sized individual. ' on the topic.
“We can always kill with numbers!” an officer vowed, “How much strength do we have? Anyway, those scattered Yankees don’t even dare to think about it.”
“We There are not only regular armies, but also servant armies transferred from subordinate countries, and slave armies! No matter how powerful he is, if he fills in these worthless lives, he will always get a result!"
Another one! Young officers are much more rational.
"The most important question is: if he wants to run away, how can we stop him? And what is the principle behind his tracking of our command? Killing is not scary to us, even killing a division is not scary. It is scary. The best thing is that he can find our command level!"
"When he finds us, how can we retreat from him?"
Menno Kuhoun is very sure, The word the young man originally wanted to use was by no means a neutral word like 'retreat'.
"Magic!" A staff officer pinched his chin and said loudly.
“Don’t even think about it, such a powerful individual cannot have anything to do with magic! His power comes from magic, and presumably the method of tracking our command is also magic. Maybe we should prepare a lot of magic-blocking gold .”
An argument that sounded somewhat feasible at first, but was quickly refuted.
"Stop this stupid idea. Do you want us to give up the help of magic in the war?"
"We don't have magic, but the Yankees still have it. Magic gold It can protect us from direct damage from magic, but as long as the northern warlocks work together to change the local weather, can this armor be worn? Is it necessary to fight without it? "
"Yes? I think it is better for us to mobilize some warlocks from the country and let them monitor the magic on the battlefield to determine what is going on with that person, and to perform magic countermeasures if necessary!"
This! Gathered in the tent were a handful of the most elite and top-notch people from the Imperial Military Academy.
Their wisdom collided under the new combat requirements, sparking inspiration.
Magic, this power that transcends the times, is often limited to crude forts on the battlefield. But today, these staff officers and commanders began to look at this magical power from a new application perspective.
"Very good! This is the answer I want, boys!"
Menno Kuhorn patted the shoulders of the people around him hard and looked around with encouraging eyes. , making eye contact with each officer.
“We have many outstanding talents who have received elite education, and many smart minds born from training, learning, learning experience, and familiarity with war cases. Your battlefield sense allows you to keenly find the enemy’s flaws. , like a wolf!”
"The wonderful discussion you had today is enough to open a class in the military academy!"
The marshal pointed to the map on the table.
"And we still have sufficient troops. The servant army and slave army will become the experimental tools for you to test your ideas! Let us find that person, force him to his strength and limit, and hold him down. , consume him!"
"He is only one person, which means he only has one chance! And we have countless opportunities!"
At the end, the marshal couldn't help but hold on. He raised his fists, and the corners of his mouth curved as if he had a chance to win.
"Let's hunt 'heroes', gentlemen!"
"Yes!"
The chorus of answers shook the camp.
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Near the border of Sintra, a black-and-yellow-sun flag is a rugged army. Their armor and weapons gleam in the winter sun. Bright.
A group of people escorted a convoy filled with grain and fodder, walking noisily on the road in the forest.
"It's as obvious as a fisherman making a nest, isn't it, Lincoln?"
In the distant woods, Lan En stood on the thick branch of a big tree and looked towards Looking in the direction of the motorcade.
At the same time, he said to the bottom of the tree without looking.
"Yes, my lord. Under your keen eyes, the actions of the Nilfgaardians are extremely superficial."
The half-grown former secretary was flattering him like a hymn under the big tree.
This tone made Lan En, who was standing on the branch, shiver all over, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He is still the character who gets uncomfortable when being flattered by others, but the problem is. Lincoln's flattery is not a joke among friends, nor is it deliberately intended to make him stand down.
But it’s true! Literally speaking to him in the spirit of singing hymns to the gods!
Now, respect this boy as if you were a god!
In fact, not only him, basically since the day of the crater fire, every one of the more than 60 warriors left by Haxo faced him in this mental state.
As soon as he returned to join them that day, these people immediately knelt down to him.
When he raised his head, the complex emotions contained in those excited, passionate and grateful eyes almost overwhelmed him.
They originally acted with the idea that even if they had to survive, they would take Haxo's war records with them.
There is no need to say anything about the passionate emotion of putting life and death at risk.
But Lan En turned around and left, and came back again within half a day, and told them: You were originally burdened with the blood debt of the entire refugee group, but I just paid off the debt alone.
From that moment on, everyone, including Lincoln, looked at him with a strange look.
Later, he said that he would stay and fight guerrillas, and the sixty wounded soldiers all followed him without even frowning.
Then, one victory after another!
Victory, this word seems to be magical.
Soldiers on the battlefield can abandon everything for this word! Throughout the ages, as long as they can continue to win, the image of the leader in the eyes of the soldiers being led will be continuously elevated and elevated!
As for the record that Lan En led them to achieve, these people probably would never dare to even think about it in their lifetime.
So now, the worship of victory, the worship of Lan En's personal charm, the worship of strength
Although we can even talk and laugh on weekdays, when Lan En and them inadvertently When they looked at each other, the almost fanatical expression in their eyes seemed to exist forever.
This state of affairs makes Lan En feel uncomfortable all over. He has never been interested in personality worship.
"Can you speak properly, Lincoln?"
Lan En squatted down on the branch of a tree and looked down helplessly at the half-grown boy who was looking up to him.
"Did my tone bother you? I'm deeply sorry."
"There is no need for such a solemn apology. Just be more casual."
< br>In the end, Lan curled his lips, while Lincoln just smiled and said nothing.
This is a silent rejection.
Rejecting the request of the person you are passionate about may sound very un-fanatic.
But for Lincoln and the others, what makes them fanatical is the quality shown by Lan En himself.
The fanatical reverence for these qualities is a decision made deep within themselves and has nothing to do with anyone else. Therefore, Lan En's own opposition is like a breeze to them -
You can say whatever you like, but we won't change it anyway.
With a 'pop' sound, Lan En patted his forehead helplessly.
Take a deep breath to prevent yourself from being pissed off by this group of subordinates who are sometimes too obedient and sometimes too rebellious.
Opening his eyes again, the witcher's slightly changed cat eyes regained their sharpness.
We’ll get into the details later. Now, let’s see how to ‘do things’.
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(End of this chapter)