Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 647 649. Feeling of powerlessness

Lane was unhurried in his response to Menno Kuhorne's question.

He even took out an oilcloth from the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and gently wiped the broad sword surface of [Zhuoliu], cleaning it thoroughly.

 “You don’t seem ready to kill me.”

 Menno Kuhorn spoke numbly, as if he had lost the ability to express his emotions. Not nervous or angry. Just numb.

“Lane of Cintra, I destroyed your country. What? Aren’t you going to do something?”

The witcher wiped his sword for a moment, but then he regained his 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 according to the law, I even have this The title of the country, then this name should be no problem."

“But you said, ‘What am I not going to do?’”

The witcher's cat eyes turned slightly, and he squinted at the Nilfgaard Marshal who was kneeling on the ground with his peripheral vision.

"I have defeated you, and your war has actually failed. All that is left is to complete the process of failure."

Lann slowly raised the [Turbid Current], and the tip of the sword, which was not sharp, was close to Menno Kuhorn's helmet.

That big sword is so wide that even this slow movement can cause a slight "whooshing" sound.

With a 'click' sound, the tip of [Zhuoliu]'s sword pressed against the marshal's helmet. Lann relaxed slightly, so Menno Kuhorn's head was pressed deeply down by part of the weight of the sword.

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 return you to Nilfgaard, Marshal Menno Cuhorn."

The witcher calmly announced his decision.

Menno Kuhorn himself, who was declared alive, suddenly stopped shaking.

 He ​​gathered all his strength, 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 were no longer dull, but bloodshot and red.

“If you want me to be infamy when I return to my country, 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 and rush 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.”

 Lann looked down at his body that was shaking due to the huge pressure on the helmet.

"I'm not letting you go out of joking or some **** 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 like that. That would be too wasteful for someone like you."

"It's quite funny to say. I let you go just because you are one of the few rational people in the Nilfgaardian army."

 “You, what are you talking about?”

 Menno Kuhorn seemed to understand, but he didn’t want to understand. He asked in disbelief. "I say: Look at the corpses here, what decisions they wanted 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!"

 Lan En said coldly.

“Walking alone, losing control, or being overwhelmed are all good choices. Your army is on the verge of going 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 Nilfgaardian Empire will not stop, and I also know that it is delusional to want to overthrow a stable empire in a short time.”

"But I let you go now. All I 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 to suppress the heat."

"Or at least, you should use your influence at home and tell them that I'm 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 who was gradually leaving.

 “What about our people? Fifty thousand people! Fifty thousand families!”

"They just look at their luck. If they can survive the rout, then they are dead, that's all. You live because you are useful. They are just a group of soldiers who committed crimes in the war. Besides, they did those things Later, when facing punishment, he talked about family. This is too funny and disgusting. Don't make me spit it out, Marshal."

 Menno Kuhorne’s iron-gloved fingers dug deeply into the humus on the dry forest floor, unwilling but fearful.

 He originally had another question.

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The potential of this communication system, even though it has only been born in his hands for less than a day, he has already vaguely seen the unlimited potential contained in it with his sense of war!

Aren't Lan En afraid that he will rely on the system and foundation of the entire empire to realize this potential?

But when the words came to his lips, Menno Kuhorn opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything until Lann 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. 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 a 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 abilities even now.

Just now, the witcher said, "It's not difficult to deduce the direction of your evacuation."

Based on this, he sorted out all the irrational behaviors 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 Kuhohn 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 Kuhorne realized the incomparable gap and the sense of powerlessness that was born from it.

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 (End of this chapter)