Chapter 641 643 Break in!


Chapter 641 643. Penetration!

Fringilla's response gave Menno Kuhoun some confidence again.

After all, the warlocks around the Commander-in-Chief are different from ordinary second-rate warlocks. Fringilla Vigo is an advanced spellcaster who can open portals in mid-air.

With the portal in hand, the command post will not be taken down no matter what, right?

Maybe he thought so himself, or maybe he was coerced by the many subordinates in his command post and had to think so.

In short, the rhythm of the battle cannot be disrupted by a demon hunter who appears out of nowhere.

This is a huge war and represents huge interests.

No one can escape from it.

Menno Kuhorne could only adapt to the situation and mobilize the mobile forces that his men could mobilize around him, trying to build an impenetrable line of defense around his command post.

And all this is just another induced tactic.

"Have you mastered it?"

Lan confirmed in his mind with Mentos who was doing on-site calculations.

The voices of Biological Brain returned to their original state after a long absence, with a sense of fatigue and lag.

At first it took half an hour to develop a personalized training plan.

Today, the main body’s requirements still squeeze its computing power to the extreme.

"Yes, sir, I have calculated the communication efficiency between the warlocks, their communication interval, and the amount of information communicated at one time. Everything is according to plan."

So, Lincoln, who was following behind The others were shocked to find that their journey became very strange.

Lan En, who led them forward, always suddenly turned or even turned around during the next march.

After continuing to travel for a period of time, the route and traveling speed will be changed without any incident, as if to avoid something urgently.

It's like a battle of wits with some invisible enemy.

But at the same time, they had to admit that their probability of encountering an enemy began to decrease suddenly, and everyone's physical strength began to recover.

"Sir." Under the questioning of his comrades behind him, Lincoln had to increase his horse speed and came to Lan En's side to keep pace with him.

"Did the Nilfgaardian warlocks place an invisible curse here or a demon or something? I feel like we are going back and forth in circles."

"No, there is no curse here. , There are no demon spirits, and there is not even much chaos magic power."

Lan En said calmly.

"We are indeed going in circles."

Even the sporadic encounters with the enemy during this period were calculated and deliberately made known to Nilfgaard's headquarters.

Because only by letting the enemy know your own limited movements can you control the enemy's actions!

When Lincoln asked him just now, ‘Is it a bad thing to be discovered?’ Lan En just smiled and said nothing.

Because he just wanted to be discovered by Nilfgaard's command about his existence and movements.

If they can't find themselves, they won't be able to 'direct' them properly.

"Received the news, [Hunter Lord] is still moving! This time the direction is southeast! Send the Black Infantry Archery Regiment over!"

"Can't send it over! They have already made an emergency maneuver Two hours! Even if you reach the position, you can’t draw the bow!”

“Then there is still a gap!”

"The Delvinni Brigade! Let them go!"

The news was spoken one by one from Fringilla's mouth, and then recorded by the clerk, and then the staff made decisions based on the intelligence of the battle situation. This was originally a procedure with clear logic and clearly defined rights and responsibilities, but now, the command post has become a mess.

A staff officer tugged on his black and white tie to make himself breathe easier.

He looked as if he had been in the casino for several days and nights. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be almost exhausted.

“Where does he want to go? This is simply a cunning mouse!”

On the battle map on the table, in addition to the black Nilfgaardian army and the red Northern Alliance army, there is also a gray force rampaging across the map.

That force only has more than sixty people. To be precise, there is only one person worthy of attention!

This map was originally changed every twenty minutes, which is the result of the greatly increased efficiency of information exchange.

But after the introduction of the variable Lan En, the new map was already laid out in a messy manner by the staff in less than five minutes.

On the increasingly messy drawings, no one who was tortured by tight nerves noticed that the defense line they had originally built was slowly being torn apart by themselves.

Communication systems that are far more advanced than ancient methods will unleash and strengthen the commander's desire to command as never before.

Details on the front line that were previously unknown and out of control can now be displayed in front of one's eyes. Who among the commanders can bear it?

This is pleasurable.

However, the amount of work that an ordinary person can complete efficiently in a day is limited.

The mobilization of each combat unit affects the whole body. After all, this is not an occupied area with an absolute advantage, but a battle in a big battle!

Who's gone? Who's on top? Who should be preserved? Who can give up? Which position is not important?

Under Lan En's seemingly chaotic but actually ulterior motives, everyone in the entire command post was unknowingly consuming their brain power.

And then the attention is distracted and the reaction speed is slow

So much so that in the long period of busyness, it is like a question suddenly popping up in the command post of the vegetable market.

“Wait a minute, how long has it been since the news came from [Hunter Lord]?”

Deathly silence fell like a suddenly falling curtain.

Everyone, including the dizzy Menno Coulhorn and Fringilla Vigo, all looked at the clock in unison.

Half an hour.

In the busy affairs of contact, analysis, aftermath, remediation, etc. due to the frequent mobilization of troops, everyone recovered from the dizzy and high-intensity mental work at this time.

The culprit who made them carry out this series of troop movements. No information has appeared for half an hour!

A staff officer broke away from the dead atmosphere and grabbed the collar of a clerk next to him. His face looked like he wanted to eat him!

"Look through the records! See if I missed it? Hurry!"

Menno Kuhorn was more direct. He was still far away from Fringilla in the center of the field. A few tables away.

But at this time, he had already shouted at the sorceress: "Open the portal! Open it quickly"

Nilfgaard's famous general no longer took chances, and in his consciousness After the demon hunter had a thirty-minute gap in their whereabouts, he made a prompt decision to move the command post.

However, time is running out.

The calculations of the biological intelligence combined with the emotional sensitivity and battlefield experience of the Emperor's Children have allowed a certain team to penetrate through the loose protective net!

“Boom!!!”

A sound like a church bell exploded outside the camp of the command post!

Accompanied by the explosion, there were the loyal war cries of the soldiers, followed by screams and cries of pain.

Even if they haven't seen anything yet, everyone can hear it: the camp was breached surprisingly quickly!

A ferocious line of blood splashed on the camp tent cloth of the command post. The sad bright red on the tarp made everyone's faces turn pale and their legs trembled.

With no time to hesitate, Fringilla immediately raised her hands slightly according to the combat advice given by the master tactician Menno Kuhorn.

A strong wind began to sweep everything while chanting the spell.

Large-scale covering spell, there is no need to consider whether it can be reacted to this thing.

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(End of this chapter)

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