Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 648 650. Arrogant soldiers

In response to this large-scale battle, Lane 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 follow-up "Ember" troops.

 With more than a dozen positions, it is 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 front 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 officers had to make frequent attempts to appease and conceal the situation 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 quite different from what all the lower-level commanders had expected.

"The enemy has the means to track the location of Warlocks, so from now on, Warlock-based communications 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 the honor of Nilfgaard! For the great Sun Disk ! We will begin our all-out charge in one hour!"

 The commanders could hardly understand the order.

 Because this is a large-scale battle with a total number of more than 100,000 people, the huge scale of the battlefield makes it impossible for everyone to understand the full picture.

Perhaps only the general 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 pops up in the minds of all grassroots commanders after receiving the order.

 In a large-scale battle, the basic process is almost always fixed.

 First, the two sides arrange their troops, and then occupy, squeeze, and eliminate 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 in the previous attrition and tug-of-war, and then started to pursue them.

 But this time, the battle didn't even last a day!

It’s just about to get dark on the first day, how can we decide the winner?

 But why doesn’t the northern army in front of me feel like it’s 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 grassroots commanders?

They have stayed in the invincible Nilfgaardian army for a long time. Rather than the failure of their own army, they are more willing to believe that the Northern Allied Forces on the opposite side are surprisingly tenacious.

 Perhaps what I encountered was the relatively elite northern troops, so I saw no signs of defeat. But in the general direction, we must be almost winning.

Nearly every junior commander in Nilfgaard is thinking this way.

 Then, under the orders of the headquarters, they began to prepare for the final charge.

“It’s like a bunch of ants that are unaware of it, spinning around in a circle until they die, isn’t it?”

The night is slowly falling, and Lan En has 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.

With a mere sixty people, thanks to 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, in any country, it would be the best among the best.

 After all, the positions they defeated and ravaged were all Nilfgaard's elite troops.

The Black Infantry Archer Regiment and the Dellani Brigade have collected a pile of broken battle flags of the defeated.

 “Yes, my lord.”

Lincoln stood behind Lan, looking down at the Nilfgaardian army below who had begun a mobilization meeting on the hill.

 While he was stuffing dry food into his mouth, he was sharing the food with the war horses.

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the horses of the sixty men were even captured on the battlefield.

"Tonight, they will pay with blood. And they won't even know why they were defeated."

“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, the sword grid supported his shoulders, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground as a support. He looked very relaxed.

 “Are you testing me, my lord?”

 “Just asking.”

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 the time when the Nilfgaardians want to escape after being defeated, and the Northern Allied Forces want to pursue them.”

Lan En nodded slightly: "That's right. What about the specific location where the most intense conflict occurred?"

Lincoln opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head dejectedly: "I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't memorize the entire topographic map."

Lan En waved his hand: "It's not your fault. There are too many mountains and hills in this area. It's normal that I can't remember them."

  The first north-south battle in the Sowden area resulted in a disastrous defeat for the Northern Allied Forces, which was called the Battle of Sowden.

 But this time, the north and the south unanimously chose this mountainous and hilly area in the Soden area to conduct the battle.

Maybe the north wants to gain an advantage through the terrain, or maybe 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 that ‘no one can survive if the Nilfgaardians win anyway, so we might as well fight’.

 Anything is fine.

 At the moment anyway, the ones who are harder to escape are the Nilfgaardians.

“There is a small hill ten kilometers southwest. The locals call it Umbrella Mountain.”

 Lan En said calmly and firmly.

Mentos’s data analysis gave him the confidence to draw 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 land, will burst into a frantic desire to survive, hoping to break through the northern blockade.”

Because of this, that little-known hilltop will definitely become the bloodiest and craziest Shura scene in this battle.

Lincoln nodded. He and his companions unconditionally believed in Lane's reasoning.

“The night battle charge is nothing to look at, 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)