Chapter 631 633. Cognitive Error
“This is wrong! Why do we encounter this kind of attack!”
In the convoy, the commander who was still stunned was hit by the warlock beside him Pulling it off, holding the helmet and shouting hurriedly.
On the battlefield, no matter how powerful the attack, there should be traces to follow.
This is based on a logic.
If you want to launch a powerful attack, you must be well prepared.
If you're going to fire a crossbow, shipping and assembly can't be silent.
There will always be traces left in this process, and if your enemy is really qualified and has the ability to compete with you, then he will not know that you already have a powerful war machine. , at least there will be clues.
Furthermore, he will also make tactical adjustments, or simply bring up a war machine to bombard them.
Similarly, if the other party finds a Archmage on the battlefield, then this Archmage must have interpersonal contacts and interests with the other party, and will have disappeared recently.
Therefore, the enemy will immediately start to consider this archmage as a combat factor based on the reaction of its own intelligence system.
But here. No one told him that there would be bed crossbows in the woods!
A battle that is completely unforeseen and uninvestigated is the most terrifying nightmare for any commander.
So, after a total of ten crossbow arrows were fired, the situation was exactly as expected by the Nilfgaard headquarters.
A terrifying enemy cuts through the air like a black shadow with super fast action efficiency.
Then, when the first heavy infantry line was completely unorganized, they rushed into their ranks.
The violent and efficient killing efficiency appeared naked in front of everyone in broad daylight.
The tall figure, as well as the terrifying sword in his hand, can sputter out a literal 'wave of blood' with every slash.
There is no complex architectural environment, and a straight road allows Lan En's movement to become a straight-line kill.
So it was faster than the previous times, seven hundred people, and the collapse only took ten minutes.
Then a small group of closely coordinated troops rushed out of the woods under the leadership of Lincoln.
Their quality is generally very high. After all, they are the last remaining established officers and soldiers in Sintra.
Under the leadership of Lan En, they experienced wave after wave of victories that they had never imagined.
Victories will give people confidence, and these victories are not something that just anyone can pick up safely by following Lan En.
They have been dealing with the Nilfgaardians, and even if the Nilfgaardian soldiers became defeated skirmishers, their personal qualities were still there.
Moreover, in these battles, even if the establishment was destroyed, Nilfgaard's defeated troops still had a numerical advantage over Lincoln and the others.
Every battle they have is equivalent to a group of people chasing a group of professional warriors who are far more numerous than themselves and are emotionally hysterical, and strangle them to death.
And these former Cintra officers and soldiers were honing themselves in the pursuit battles and annihilation battles with less and more, forcing themselves to keep up with Lan En's ultra-fast pace.
They don't expect to be able to keep up with Lan En's basic quality in the short term, so they can only make improvements in tactics, execution, coordination, etc.
In this high-demand, high-standard, and high-pressure combat environment, Lan En has even seen these officers and soldiers start to organize tactical seminars on their own.
For a group of people who were members of the regular feudal army a few months ago, this model of spontaneous learning and progress is simply an organizational form that spans the ages!
With the advancement of organizational form, their combat effectiveness is also improving in a very logical but very subversive way of common sense.
Lan En did not issue any instructions, and more than sixty people 'infiltrated' into the scattered formation of the Nilfgaardians like mercury pouring down the ground.
Then it was like a slowly tightening fishing net, wiping out their 'catch' one after another.
The battle has entered the final stage.
And it was indeed as Lan En and Lincoln expected before the fight started. There were many people in this team who just watched the battle situation decline from beginning to end, but never had the intention to participate.
On the contrary, after sensing the danger, he left without looking back.
These people should be in the role of ‘battle observers’.
Even these people's indifference to the battle situation and their turning around and leaving were also an important reason for the collapse of army morale.
For Nilfgaard's command, obtaining Lan En's intelligence is far more valuable than hundreds or even thousands of carefully equipped soldiers. What was different from the previous fast-paced battles was that this time Lan En seemed to be really affected by those magic props.
He did not immediately find the chain of command of this unit and behead them.
On the contrary, the other people in 'Ember' quickly strangled the scattered troops, and it was almost towards the end.
He just found the commander of this unit.
“Dang!”
The heavy and swift sword slashed down on the head, and all the soldiers standing in front of Lan En were wiped out by him in one round.
But at the moment when the commander's eyes were about to burst, a layer of blue chaotic magic shield appeared in front of the sword's edge!
The black and heavy sword blade caused ripples in the blue shield, but it was not broken instantly.
This made the commander feel like he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
"Warlock! Take me away! Warlock!"
Next to the commander, a man on horseback raised his arm and gritted his teeth with difficulty.
While maintaining the magic shield, a scorching fireball was fired towards Lan En's side.
The demon hunter turned his cat eyes slightly and kicked the ground with his toes. He kicked a dead Nilfgaardian body into the air, right into the fireball.
With a bang, the solid armor and the still warm flesh inside the armor instantly exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, splashing out.
Lan En was very close to the explosion point, and his tall body was blown away by a shock wave.
But before the commander's face showed the expression of surviving a disaster.
Lan En, who had not yet landed in mid-air, was already tapping the ground with his feet. Just like a sports car that doesn't slow down even when turning, it rushes towards me again with a 'pop' sound!
With a sense of oppression that makes it difficult to breathe.
The [turbid current] sword held in front of him broke the upper limit of the magic shield with the pressure of the forward thrust. The black and heavy sword tip was nailed to the commander's chest. There were many crisp sounds of broken bones coming from below.
After instantly dispatching the commander, Lan En barely paused. His figure turned at an acute angle and headed straight for the warlock.
Seeing that the person he wanted to protect would not survive, the warlock quickly threw down another fireball and blew Lan En away with another shock wave.
Then he wrapped his mount in the wind and ran away at an extremely fast speed.
It wasn't until after he left that Lincoln, who had already cleaned up the battlefield, walked over to Lan En, who was swept away by the shock wave of the fireball.
Looking at the demon hunter lying on the ground, the half-grown boy scratched his cheek.
"Sir, that guy has gone far."
"Oh."
Lan En, who originally seemed to be powerless when facing the warlock and was repeatedly suppressed, but finally broke through the defense with brute force, now stood up from the ground.
He patted the non-existent dust on his grandmaster-level armor, but he didn't look embarrassed at all by the two fireballs.
"Isn't your performance a little too exaggerated?" Lincoln said carefully. "Can they believe it?"
"Of course they will, because it's logical from beginning to end, right? Moreover, they now want to believe from the bottom of their hearts that 'Warlocks are useful when facing me' '. Who would want to face an enemy they can't handle? ”
Lan En twisted his neck and looked at the warlock who had already run out of sight.
"This is human inertia. When the situation is favorable to oneself, it is very painful to think about the unfavorable possibilities. Just in time, I also need to convince them that 'the warlock can deal with it, at least deal with me' "
Lan smiled down at Lincoln.
“This cognitive error will be very useful in the future.”
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(End of this chapter)