Chapter 647 649. Feeling of powerlessness
Lane acted unhurriedly when answering Menno Kuhorn's question.
He even took out an oilcloth from the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and gently wiped the broad sword surface of [turbid flow], cleaning it thoroughly.
“You don’t seem to be planning to kill me.”
Menno Kuhorn said numbly, as if he had lost the ability to express emotions. Not nervous or angry. Just dull.
"Lane of Cintra, I destroyed your country. What? Aren't you going to do something?"
The witcher wiped the sword for a moment, but then it returned to smoothness.
“I wanted to explain to you that I am not from this country, and the name was just a catchy name at first. But after thinking about it, I have done a lot for this country, and in accordance with the law, I even have a title in this country, so this name should be okay."
"But you said, 'What am I not going to do?'"
The witcher's cat eyes turned slightly. , squinting at Marshal Nilfgaard who was kneeling on the ground.
"I have defeated you, and your war has actually failed. All that is left is to complete the process of failure."
Lan En slowly lifted up the [Turbid Current] and said The blunt tip of the sword was close to Menno Kuhorn's helmet.
Because the sword is so wide, even this slow movement can cause a slight "whooshing" sound.
There was a 'click', and the tip of [turbid current]'s sword pressed against the marshal's helmet. Lann relaxed slightly, so Menno Kuhorn's head was hit by part of the weight of the sword. Pressed down deeply.
At this time, even the marshal, who had entered a state of unconsciousness, began to tremble instinctively.
Even though his mind has been temporarily abnormal due to the impact, his body still remembers what this sword did!
The body's reactions begin to be out of control of the mind.
"But I will spare your life and let you return to Nilfgaard, Marshal Menno Culhorn."
The witcher calmly read out his decision.
Menno Kuhorn himself, who was declared alive, suddenly stopped shaking at this time.
He gathered all the strength in his body, and amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, he held up his helmet forcefully, pushed up the sword tip of [turbid current] inch by inch, and looked directly into Lan En's eyes.
"You want to humiliate me? Humiliate my honor?!"
The eyes are no longer dull, but bloodshot and red.
"If you want me to go back to China and bear the infamy, then you might as well kill me right here! Do it!"
He looked so excited, as if he was about to get up from the ground. Rushed to Lan En.
But no matter how hard he struggled, the [Turbid Current] on Lan En's hand pressed against his helmet in a very stable manner.
And as the strength in his hands became weaker and weaker, Menno Kuhorn was still forced to lower his head.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, loser."
Lan looked down at his body shaking from the tremendous pressure on the helmet.
"I'm not letting you go out of joking or some bullshit aristocratic spirit. I hope you know this: I let you go because I hope you can play a role."
"Don't get me wrong, I never expected you to be a spy or anything. It would be too wasteful for someone like you."
"It's funny to say it. I'll let you go, just Because you are one of the few rationalists in the Nilfgaard army."
"What are you talking about?"
Menno Coulhorn seemed to understand. But I don’t want to understand. He asked in disbelief. "I said: Look at the corpses here, what decisions did they want to make during their lifetimes? They gambled with the lives of fifty thousand people in your empire that they can still have a bright future!"
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Lan En said coldly.
"Walking alone, losing control, and being under control are all good things. Your army is close to crazy, Menno Kuhorn. Is there anything that senior officers can't do for the sake of military exploits and status? ?”
“I know that the expansion of the Nilfgaard Empire will not stop, and I also know that it is delusional to destroy a stable empire in a short time.”
“But I let it go now. You go, all you want is that you, a rare rationalist, can give your army a little more reason when necessary. At least when they want to do something less human later. You can use your status and. Prestige overwhelms passion. "
"Or at least, you should use your influence at home and tell them that I am watching and what I can do. "
The weight on the helmet disappeared.
Menno Kuhorn raised his neck, which was sore from bearing the weight, and tried hard to see clearly the figure that was gradually leaving.
"What about our people? Fifty thousand people! Fifty thousand families!"
"It depends on their luck. If they can survive the rout, then they will die. That's all. You are alive because you are useful. They are just a group of soldiers who committed crimes in the war. Besides, it is too funny and disgusting to talk about family when facing punishment after doing those things. I spit it out, Marshal.”
Menno Kuhorn’s iron-gloved fingers dug deeply into the humus on the dry forest floor, unwilling but fearful.
He originally had another question.
Isn't Lan En worried that after he returns, he will bring this brand-new communication system back into the top ranks of the army and become a difficult enemy?
The potential of this communication system, even though it was less than a day old in his hands, he had already vaguely seen the unlimited potential contained in it with his sense of war!
Isn’t Lan En afraid that he will rely on the system and foundation of an entire empire to realize this potential?
But when the words came to his lips, Menno Kuhorn opened his mouth, but he could not say anything until Lan En disappeared into the dead forest again.
Because he actually knew the answer, but he just didn't want to admit it.
The demon hunter just hoped that he would control the military discipline and fighting style in the subsequent battles of the Nilfgaardian army. And the resulting increase in combat effectiveness.
He doesn't care at all!
No matter how strong the Nilfgaardian army became, he didn't seem to care.
“It’s not the supernatural force that led him to the headquarters, it has nothing to do with those things”
Menno Kuhorn knelt on the ground with his head lowered and his eyes dull as he murmured.
He murmured a truth that he had just realized.
As the strongest strategic and tactical expert in the Nilfgaardian army, he still maintains basic logical thinking skills even now.
Just now, the demon hunter said, ‘It is not difficult to deduce the direction of your evacuation’.
Based on this, he sorted out all the unreasonable performances of the demon hunters in the previous battles, and he came to the conclusion——
The basic principles of Lan En's exploration and tracking abilities have nothing to do with the so-called supernatural.
That is a pure and terrifying battlefield smell!
But this answer made Menno Kuhorn feel more desperate than the so-called supernatural abilities.
Supernatural abilities can be targeted and cracked, but how to target battlefield intuition based on a person’s basic qualities?
Unless your battlefield intuition is stronger than his! Really stronger!
In the past few hours, he relied on the communication system he established to hang up two northern kings who had experienced battles and had good talents and beat them like children!
But at the same time, the demon hunter, with extremely limited intelligence, treated their entire command post like a monkey!
Menno Kuhhorn realized the incomparable gap and the sense of powerlessness that was born from it.
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(End of this chapter)