Astartes of the Bear School

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 are wearing a variety of amulets and enchanted equipment. Although these things make it easier for Lan to find them, it does make them more difficult to kill.

There are still 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 follow him out were captured by the closing flame tornado just in time.

 There was a sound of flesh being burned and a scream.

There is also a battlefield outside the flame tornado. The team led by Lincoln is killing the outer soldiers in the camp.

 They did not fight easily, because the soldiers guarding the corps command post were all elite and determined men.

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.

This guerrilla group that survived the refugee group, under the influence of independent initiative, has grown rapidly to the point where it can compete with Nilfgaard's elite and gain an advantage.

"Sir, sir." Lincoln pulled the reins and drove the panting horse over. "Hey, how is the situation?"

“Portal.” Lan En pointed at the weakening flame tornado behind him, “That sorceress is quite capable.”

"Yeah?"

Lincoln responded without surprise.

“That’s a pity. The skills she gained through hard study and practice will disappear today.”

The two men didn't seem to have any regrets about letting the target escape from their hands.

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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, started panting, 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 **** is this place?”

The marshal first used his strong will to regain his composure 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 lost her politeness at this time.

Whoever saves the other person’s life 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 head. That Witcher just drove me crazy! How accurate do you expect me to be?!"

“Okay, this should not be far from our destination, let’s go on foot!”

Menno Kuhorn endured the dizziness of passing through the teleportation gate, quickly determined their location, and prepared to go to their reserved teleportation point.

 That is a barracks that serves as a reserve military 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 foot deep and one foot shallow.

 They have been at the top of the military 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 witcher!"

 After walking hard for a while, a commander spoke out.

Perhaps 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. This behavior brought an unprecedented psychological impact to them.

 After all, no one in the world should know how powerful this army is better than the commander of it.

 When encountering 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 they met along the way were broken through. All the commanders were accurately swept away. Then they rushed directly to the headquarters as if they had known it for a long time!

 What is 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 are probably found only because of magic!”

 “That’s enough, Ser Shaun!”

Before the commander pointed the finger at the warlock, or at his own decision-making, Menno Kuhorn ordered him to shut up.

But prestige in the army is simple and straightforward: if you win, you will be respected, if you lose, you will be criticized.

Menno Kuhoun certainly 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 is a strategy against one person?”

“But the policy to deal with that person, can’t it be called a strategy for the empire?!”

 Sir Shane's unceremonious questioning left the marshal, who was still uncomfortable, speechless.

"Wake up! This battle is going to be lost! Because of one person! That **** 'one person'!"

　　Everyone kept walking, but 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 occupied area."

“Returning with the name of failure? Will the reputation of Nilfgaard’s army be undefeated be destroyed in our hands?”

Shaun 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 said through gritted teeth, his eyes red.

 “Our invincible reputation represents not only honor! It also represents interests! You know it very well!”

Nilfgaard was a slave-owning empire, for which the subject states were a market for dumping goods and an object of exploitation.

Every year, uprisings occurred 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 knowledge was gained by the Nilfgaardian Legion one by one during the expansion of the empire!

 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. This is enough to show that Calanthe is a ruthless person and a 'lion'.

 And if even this common understanding that suppresses everything disappears, will northerners still be afraid of them? How much more chaos will there be in the empire and in the subject countries?

 Uprising, rebellion, division, subversion.

 The advantage established in cognition may collapse overnight.

Furthermore, problems that were once solved by intimidating the army may require real money and money to be sent to fight in the future to suppress them.

 At that time, the extra cost will be too great to estimate!

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 (End of this chapter)