Chapter 648 650. Proud Soldier
In view of this large-scale battle, Lan En has completed the dismemberment of Nilfgaard's command system.
At the beginning, the Nilfgaardian army once took advantage of the advantage of the communication system and won many battles, almost overwhelming the balance of victory.
But then, in their communication system, the warlocks who were nodes were killed indiscriminately.
As Lan En continued to break through and advance, at least a dozen warlocks and commanders in positions had been hacked to death by him on the spot, and the positions were also broken up by the subsequent 'Ember' troops.
With more than a dozen positions, it was quite a big place even on this huge battlefield.
The Northern Alliance forces had a chain reaction due to a series of command failures, but the Nilfgaardian army also had a breach in its line due to the loss of more than a dozen positions.
And the problem is growing.
Because their general headquarters has not issued an order for a long time, all the troops below have expressed great uneasiness about this phenomenon.
The commanders had to make frequent attempts to appease and conceal the situation in order to barely maintain the stability of the military's morale.
Later, the general headquarters did send a message.
But the content of this news was very different from what all the lower-level commanders had expected.
“The enemy has the means to track the location of warlocks, so from this moment on, communications based on warlocks can no longer be used, and warlocks begin to be incorporated into the army as ordinary combat forces. The time of decisive victory has arrived, for Nilfgaard’s sake Honor! For the sake of the Great Sun! We will launch an all-out charge in one hour!”
The commanders could hardly understand this order.
Because this is a large-scale battle involving more than 100,000 people, the huge scale of the battlefield makes it impossible for everyone to understand the full picture.
Perhaps only the headquarters can see more and further because of sufficient intelligence support.
So these grassroots commanders actually lack awareness of the general direction of the entire war situation.
Is the war situation going so smoothly now? Are northerners so unbearable?
This is the first thought that comes to all the grassroots commanders' minds after receiving the order.
In a large-scale battle, the basic procedures are almost always fixed.
First, the two sides lined up their troops, and then occupied, squeezed, and eliminated each other in the form of positions and battle lines.
As for the last wave of charge. Although this stage is highlighted in various literary and artistic works, poems, and dramas, it seems to be a heroic performance and the key to victory.
But the commanders actually all have a consensus.
The final mass charge is like a confession: it is a movement announcing victory, rather than a bugle announcing the beginning of the attack.
When the headquarters announced the all-out charge, they had basically established their absolute advantage through the previous attrition and tug-of-war, and then started to pursue them.
And this time, the battle hasn't even lasted a day!
The first day is just about to get dark. Will the winner be determined?
But why doesn’t the northern army in front of me feel like it is about to collapse?
After this, no new orders came from the headquarters. It was as if everyone from the marshal to the staff had already determined their own victory and was too lazy to give any more news to the lower-level commanders.
What about the lower-level commanders?
They had stayed in the invincible Nilfgaardian army for a long time. Rather than the failure of their own army, they were more willing to believe that the wave of northern coalition forces on the opposite side was surprisingly tenacious.
Maybe I encountered the relatively elite northern troops, so I saw no signs of defeat. But in the general direction, we must be almost winning.
Almost every low-level commander in Nilfgaard is thinking so.
Then, under the command of the headquarters, they began to prepare for the final charge.
“It’s like a group of ants who are unaware, spinning around in a circle until they die, isn’t it?”
The night was slowly falling, and Lan En had rejoined the 'Embers' under his command.
When he went to hunt down the survivors of the Nilfgaardian headquarters, these good men were still disrupting the positions of those who had lost their commanders, preventing them from reorganizing their organizations.
As for the mere sixty people, with their close cooperation, super high subjective initiative, and the help of the demon hunter's alchemy bombs and sword oil, there have been no casualties until now. Speaking of this record, if you put it in any country, you will be the best among the best.
After all, the positions they defeated and ravaged were also Nilfgaard's elite troops.
The Black Infantry Archer Regiment and the Dellani Brigade had collected a pile of broken battle flags of the defeated.
"Yes, sir."
Lincoln stood behind Lan, looking down at the Nilfgaardian army below who had begun a mobilization meeting on the hill.
While stuffing dry food into his mouth, he shared the food with the war horses.
The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the horses of the sixty men were even captured and exchanged on the battlefield.
"Tonight, they will pay with blood. And they will not even know why they were defeated."
"Then tell me, where do you think the fiercest battle will take place? "
Lan En sat down on a stone, [Zhuoliu] was held in his arms, his shoulders were supported by the sword grid, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground as a support. He looked very relaxed.
"Are you trying to teach me, my lord?"
"Just a casual question."
Lincoln's chewing of dry food slowed down, and it was obvious that he was thinking seriously.
“The charge of the Nilfgaardian Army will definitely fail, there is no doubt about this. The integrity of the Northern Alliance’s front is much better than they imagined. The troops who charge blindly are just scum in front of the intact front. "
".So the most intense time of the battle is not the time of charge, but when the Nilfgaardians want to escape after being defeated, and the Northern Allied Forces want to pursue the battle."
Lan En nodded slightly: "That's right. What about the specific location where the fiercest conflict occurred?"
Lincoln opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head dejectedly: "I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't map the terrain. Write down the whole picture.”
Lan En waved his hand: "It's not your fault. There are too many mountains and hills in this area, so it's normal that you can't remember them."
In the first North-South battle in the Soden area, the Northern Allied Forces suffered a disastrous defeat. Known as the Battle of Sowden.
But this time, the north and the south unanimously chose this area with many mountains and hills in the Soden region to conduct the battle.
Perhaps the North wants to use the terrain to gain an advantage, or the South wants to use the terrain to slow down the escape speed of the Northerners and strive for a greater number of annihilations.
Before the war started, almost no one thought that Nilfgaard's invincible army would lose. The general sentiment among the Northern Alliance was 'No one can survive if the Nilfgaardians win anyway, so we might as well fight' .
Whatever happens is fine.
Anyway now, so it is the Nilfgaardians who are more difficult to escape.
"There is a small hill ten kilometers southwest. The locals call it Umbrella Mountain."
Lan En said calmly and firmly.
Mentos' data analysis gave him the confidence to make a conclusion.
"That is the nearest retreat route for the defeated troops, and it is also the best terrain for the northern army to complete the pursuit and encirclement."
"There, the Nilfgaardians who do not want to die in a foreign country will burst out in a frenzied struggle for survival. Desire, hoping to break through the northern blockade. "
For this reason, that little-known hilltop will definitely become the bloodiest and craziest Shura field in this battle.
Lincoln nodded. He and his companions unconditionally believed Lan En's reasoning.
“A night battle charge is nothing to see, and there won’t be any surprises. Go to sleep and rest, tomorrow will be the time to step onto the battlefield.”
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(End of this chapter)