Chapter 635 637. An epoch-making war
The war started in an unexpected but logical situation.
Whether it is the Northern Alliance or Nilfgaard, they all realized at the same moment that they must fight now and cannot delay it any longer.
War is the highest level test of a country’s ability to withstand.
As the war progresses, a large number of normal activities in the country must be compromised for the purpose of 'war'.
People's livelihood, commerce, and handicrafts all have to work towards one goal.
This will lead to a general decline in living standards and a decrease in the convenience of life.
People don’t care how important the war far away is. As long as their lives feel inferior to before, of course they will complain.
Complaints generate resentment and resistance, which will continue to grow as the war progresses, thus affecting the normal activities of the country.
Although Nilfgaard is a theocratic country based on slavery, the emperor, as the political leader and religious leader, still does not mean the same thing.
The interests of the great nobles under him spread across all walks of life. Foreign wars not only oppressed ordinary people, but also cut flesh from the bodies of those great nobles and businessmen.
It’s just that in the past, the expansion of the empire always brought victory and doubled profits before the big nobles and big businessmen could bear it anymore, so everyone was happy to see the results.
But this battle, this battle that was carefully planned and prepared for the empire to truly intervene in the northern territory, has actually been delayed for too long.
Menno Kuhorn led the army to start operations in early autumn, and now it is almost time to see spring.
Before setting off, this far-sighted marshal once warned his subordinates: Give peace to the village and war to the castle.
The starting point is good, whether it is out of pity for the civilians or to dispel the resistance of the people of Cintra. At least he didn't want to attack civilians.
But as the war situation became tense, good admonitions were quickly forgotten.
When you break into someone's home with a knife and find that you can do whatever you want to the family, how long can you maintain your kindness and restraint?
The lower-level officers and soldiers of Nilfgaard soon began to relax their 'bottom line'. Then, the big businessmen and nobles in Nilfgaard who were eager to regain their blood got in touch with the lower-level officers and soldiers, and started a business of selling stolen goods and receiving kickbacks.
This business has even become so big that it has even opened a military camp market.
It's great to have business, but the people of Sintra have also become the birthplace of guerrillas.
Oppression and cruelty will certainly bring about the fire of resistance.
As a result, the situation became more and more tense, and the supply of frontline troops became more and more difficult because of the numerous guerrillas. And the more this happens, the more the big nobles and big businessmen in Nilfgaard who are eager to get their blood back don't want to wait.
A vicious cycle begins.
The Northern Alliance is not optimistic either. After all, the loose national organization in the north is far inferior to that of Nilfgaard.
The domestic pressure on the front line is greater and harder to suppress.
So, when both sides are on the verge of reaching their limits, both sides must produce results as soon as possible as an explanation to the country.
This is not only military, but also political and economic.
A large-scale battle must be fought even if it is not fought.
The intelligence organizations on both sides made correct predictions before the war.
Nilfgaard and the Northern Alliance gathered a total of 110,000 troops in this small Upper Soden area.
The military technology, personnel quality, and command capabilities of both parties will all face all-round tests in this war.
Ten thousand people standing empty-handed is enough to fill one’s entire field of vision, known as ‘boundless’. And if they wore helmets and armor, and were accompanied by war horses or other beasts of burden, the area occupied would more than triple!
And now there are a total of 110,000 people!
The depth of the battlefield with full deployment of troops must be calculated in units of more than ten kilometers!
One hundred and ten thousand people were fighting and fighting on the land, mountains, and swamps covering dozens of kilometers.
The quickest way to coordinate between the corps and the corps is to use sentry arrows or beacon fire. For a little further distance, the messengers need to be prepared to kill several horses!
The headquarters are like sand thrown into the sea, spread out over dozens of kilometers of land.
They are either disguised as ordinary corps garrison points, or they are tightly surrounded by defending corps, like rare treasures covered by curtains. It is futile to intercept and kill the messenger and then obtain the position of the headquarters.
Because the order soldiers received the order, they didn’t know how many times they had passed the information, and even they themselves couldn’t tell whether the command they knew was a valuable command.
Humans are a race that has experienced war for a long time. In this world, there is no race that can think about war better than humans.
"Herald! Draft an order: I want the Magni Division under the Fourth Cavalry Corps to immediately move to Hill 6! Block the infantry line of the Northern Allied Forces."
Herald He was writing quickly on the writing board in his hand. After the order was drawn up, it was personally confirmed by the marshal himself. However, it was not handed over to the ordering soldier, but was directly handed over to a woman in the command post.
That's a sorceress.
This woman has short black hair and is wearing a black dress. The color is very much in line with the traditional aesthetics of the Nilfgaardians.
But unlike ordinary Nilfgaardian spellcasters, her clothing style is closer to that of the sorceresses in the north - open and uninhibited.
The chest is wide open, revealing fair and bumpy skin, and the clothes on the body are sealed with some parchments with proverbs written on them.
When people in the command post looked at her, they unconsciously showed respectful expressions.
It has nothing to do with the identity of the caster. The reason for this respect is that she is a distant relative of His Majesty the Emperor.
Fringilla Vigo.
The sorceress took the order, and then the glow of chaos magic appeared in her eyes. After the glow dissipated, she took a breath and nodded, indicating that the order had been issued.
The herald looked at this scene with a surprised expression.
After Menno Kuhoun paired each high-ranking commander with a warlock, his keen war intuition and outstanding war talent immediately made him realize what a large number of warlocks could do It was by no means as simple as he thought before.
No matter how bad a warlock is, not to mention whether he can send messages across a long distance, he at least has the ability to receive messages from other warlocks.
Just this one item immediately increased the order delivery efficiency of the Nilfgaardian army by more than one level!
It’s not a surprise, but a level of horror!
In the current Marshal's Command Post, Menno Kuhorn has never felt that he can control the direction of the war so well!
The information from the middle level of the legion can be gathered quickly, and your orders can be conveyed in a very short time!
It was as if he had seen every front line of this war covering dozens of kilometers in radius!
The topographic map in the command post was originally used for writing and drawing to visualize information about the enemy and ourselves. In previous battles, even if the scale was not large, it would take several hours to replace this map.
Because the command post’s ability to receive information about changes in the battle situation is not that fast, there are very few changes drawn on this picture.
But today, the frequency of changing this picture is close to twenty minutes!
Menno Kuhorn issued a large number of orders with unprecedented efficiency, making his entire legion like a spider with coordinated limbs, strangling towards the Northern Allied Forces.
The price of all this is that even the sorceresses of Fringilla's level are pale, and the lower level sorcerers are probably about to vomit blood.
But what the hell? In Nilfgaard, warlocks are essentially craftsmen.
It was just a craftsman who was exhausted during the war. Is this a problem in a slave country?
The herald helped the emperor's distant relative sit down, then turned his head and looked at the marshal with reverence, who was still thinking about the battle situation.
“You have opened a new chapter in the war, Marshal! After this battle, the Imperial Military Academy should even open a new subject in your name! The form of the war will be divided into front and back from today. Two pages! This is an epoch-making feat!”
The herald’s enthusiastic admiration did not make Menno Kuhoun feel relaxed. On the contrary, his brows were still frowning.
Something was wrong.
An inexplicable anxiety spread in his heart. Even though under his command, the legion was winning one victory after another, he could not suppress this anxiety.
My gut is still worried about something. That witcher?
Am I worried about [Hunter Lord]?
But what else can he do now? On a battlefield with a radius of dozens of kilometers, the power of an individual is ridiculous.
Behead the commander? Not to mention that every senior commander is now paired with a warlock next to him.
How to find him? There aren't even a few messengers left now. Can he still follow the magic communication and find the command post?
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(End of this chapter)