Chapter 644 646. Can’t fail!
Lan En calmly looked at the portal that quickly shrank into a small dot in mid-air.
At this time, there were many corpses lying in pieces on the ground. Those were the commanders and staff officers he had just killed in a very short time.
These people wear a variety of amulets and enchanted equipment. Although these things make it easier for Lan to find them, they do make it harder to kill them.
And there are many people who stare blankly at the disappeared portal, as if they dare not face the reality that they have been abandoned.
Lan En ignored them at this time and instead walked towards the wind wall of the flame tornado.
With a slash of his hand, a swollen crack appeared in the tornado of flames.
Lan En walked out, and the people behind him who wanted to take the opportunity to follow him were captured by the closing flame tornado just in time.
There was a sound of burning flesh and screams.
There is also a battlefield outside the flame tornado, and the team led by Lincoln is killing the outer soldiers in the camp.
They did not fight easily, because the soldiers guarding the command post of the regiment were all elites with strong determination.
Even after being overwhelmed by Lan En, their organization did not completely collapse. Instead, they still maintained a small-scale cooperation.
But even so, the 'Embers' are still methodically reducing their numbers layer by layer.
Under the influence of independent initiative, this guerrilla group that survived the refugee group has grown rapidly to the point where it can compete with Nilfgaard's elite and gain an advantage.
"Sir, my lord." Lincoln pulled the reins and drove the panting war horse over, "Huh, how is the situation?"
"Portal." Lan En pointed at the weakening flame tornado behind him, "That sorceress is quite capable."
"Really?"
Lincoln was not surprised. He responded.
"That's quite a pity. Her skills acquired through hard study and practice will disappear today."
These two people did not seem to let the target escape their hands at all. It's a pity that it fell.
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A portal appeared in the mountain forest.
The few remaining commanders and staff officers. There were also Menno Kuhorn and Fringilla Vigo, who staggered out of the portal one after another.
They all fell to their knees in unison, began to gasp, retching, holding their heads and crying.
I don’t care at all about the dirt, broken leaves, and mud on the forest floor.
He no longer looked like the top commander of the invincible Nilfgaardian army in the world, but rather like a group of desperate soldiers.
"What the hell is this place?"
The marshal first used his strong will to recover and cursed in a low voice.
"This is not the teleportation point we booked! Fringilla Vigo, what's going on?"
"My condition is not good." The sorceress didn't do anything at this time either. Too polite.
No matter who saves the other person's life, he will feel more confident when speaking.
“I’ve been working for too long, and the horror of the Death Warlock is still lingering in my mind. That Witcher just drove me crazy! How accurate do you expect me to be? ! ”
“Okay, this should be not far from our destination, let’s go on foot!”
Menno Kuhoun endured the dizziness of passing through the portal and quickly judged. where they are and preparing to travel to their predetermined teleport point.
It was a military camp serving as a reserve force.
The survivors present did not dare to delay. Even though their whole bodies felt uncomfortable at the moment, as soon as they thought of the figure who forced them out of the command post, their legs suddenly gained strength.
They began to advance through the winter woodland one step at a time.
They have been senior leaders in the army for a long time and have not done these physical activities for a long time. "There is a problem with our judgment, a big problem! If we don't solve this problem, we will have nothing to do with the demon hunter!"
After walking hard for a while, a conductor The official said aloud.
Maybe no one noticed, or maybe they didn't want to notice, but when he said a certain word, the shoulders of everyone present shook unconsciously.
The invincible Nilfgaardian Legion was directly swept away from the headquarters. The psychological impact this behavior brought to them was unprecedented.
After all, no one in the world should know how powerful this army is better than the commander of it.
When they encounter failure, these commanders will also feel even more heartbroken.
They have never encountered such an enemy. They used one person to perform precise maneuvers on the battlefield. All the positions encountered along the way were broken through. All the commanders were accurately swept away. Then it was as if they had known it for a long time. Rush directly to the headquarters!
What's going on with such an enemy? !
The commander's voice was hoarse and decisive, like the howling of a wild wolf in dire straits.
"We were wrong from the beginning, weren't we? Those mutants are not afraid of magic, and they were probably found only because of magic!"
"That's enough, Sir Shane!"
Before the commander could point his finger at the warlock, or rather at his own decision-making, Menno Kuhoun ordered him to shut up.
But prestige in the military is simple and straightforward: you get respect when you win, and you get criticism when you lose.
Of course Menno Kuhoun has prestige. He helped Nilfgaard win countless battles. But that was before today.
“I am speaking for the empire’s strategy, and you want to tell me to shut up?”
“What kind of strategy is a policy against one person?”
“But Isn’t the policy to deal with that person a strategy for the empire? ”
Sir Sean's unceremonious questioning left the still uncomfortable marshal speechless.
"Wake up! This battle is going to be lost! Because of one person! That damn 'one person'!"
Everyone kept walking, but they all fell into silence .
After a long time, the marshal said: "I will take responsibility for this defeat, but the most important thing right now is to re-establish the command system, and then let the army break out south, get out of the stalemate of the battle, and return to our "Go back in the name of defeat? Will the reputation of Nilfgaard's army be ruined in our hands?"
Shane was still unwilling to give up, but at this time, Menno Kuhorn suddenly turned his head, as if he had just realized what this former subordinate wanted to do.
“We cannot fail.” Sir Shaun’s eyes were red and he gritted his teeth.
"Our invincible reputation represents not only honor! It is also profit! You know it very well!"
Nilfgaard is a slave empire, and for the vassal states it is It is a market for dumped goods and an object of exploitation.
Every year, uprisings occur one after another in the empire or in the subject countries. And even the uprisings with such a high frequency are still based on the common understanding that "Nilfgaard's army is invincible".
This understanding was gained by the Nilfgaardian Legion one by one as the empire expanded!
Why is Calanthe of Sintra called the ‘Lioness’? Largely because people admired her for actually daring to actively express hostility to Nilfgaard.
Even though Nilfgaard's coveting of Cintra has been obvious for a long time, you dare to fight back, which is enough to show that Calanthe is a ruthless person and a 'lion'.
And if even this common understanding that suppresses everything disappears, will the northerners still be afraid of them? How much more chaos will there be within the empire and within the subject states?
Uprising, rebellion, division, subversion.
The advantage established in cognition may collapse overnight.
Furthermore, problems that were once solved by intimidation by the military may require real money and money to be sent out to fight in the future to suppress them.
The extra cost will then be too great to estimate!
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(End of this chapter)