Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 649 Chapter 651. Surrounding and Killing

 That night the shouts of killing resounded throughout the sky.

 The 50,000 Nilfgaardian regular troops gave up their orders, and no orders were passed down from the headquarters. It's just a rush, with the mentality of almost winning.

Then he was hit hard by the Northern Allied Forces' line, which was waiting for them.

 The neighing of war horses, the crashing sounds of various large war instruments being burned, and the war cries and wails of humans.

 The light of the flames shone across the mountainous sky.

The sixty people of ‘Ember’ slept peacefully on the hill, simply because the person keeping watch for them was the demon hunter whom they trusted unconditionally.

This small hill was found by Lan En. It was a place of no significance to both warring parties, so no matter how chaotic the fighting was, it had nothing to do with the hill.

The black smoke from burning corpses and wood rose upwards, and from time to time, arrows ignited by arrows would shoot out from the black smoke, spreading out in a large area.

The Nilfgaardian army realized something was wrong only at seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

—What they faced was not an enemy that was about to be defeated and was only left to harvest military exploits.

 It was not until late at night that the rout began.

 Once the charge begins, everything is irreversible.

 Charging means abandoning your current position and charging directly into the enemy's position.

Of course this will fail and the establishment will collapse. But escaping doesn't mean you can regroup.

It is also impossible to return to the original position, because holding the position requires people, many people who are organized, easy to command, and have clear authority.

 This is a difficult night battle, and soldiers can get lost during normal marches. These disintegrated soldiers don't even know where their own formation is. How can they gather these people?

 As a result, the original position was lost because there were no manpower, and they could only retreat. Keep retreating and retreating, and eventually it would turn into a rout that was completely out of control.

 What woke up everyone on the hill was a loud war song.

The Nilfgaardians have been defeated, and even the Northern Allied Forces, who were fighting **** battles on this land, have begun to sing songs.

　　They sang excitedly while dragging their bodies after working hard all night to clean up the battlefield.

 “We are ready, your lord.”

Lincoln ran to Lane first. After a night's rest, they had regained their energy again.

Faced with the plan to go to the fiercest and most dangerous battlefield, no one among them complained or was dissatisfied.

On the contrary, all of them are gearing up and impatient.

Of course they know that they are not immune to death, but as long as they think of being able to rush to the battlefield and fight with the enemy under the leadership of adults, extremely surging emotions will flood their hearts.

 Glory, righteous revenge, respect for the leader. All kinds of emotions are mixed together.

　　When Lan En looked at each of them, their eyes seemed to be full of fire!

 So there is no need to say anything more.

 Everyone got on their horses and embarked on the road to Umbrella Mountain.

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This great battle was full of twists and turns. First, all the troops of the Northern Alliance were hung up and beaten by Menno Coulhorn due to poor intelligence.

 Loss and morale hit rock bottom. Almost everyone thought they wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

 But in the end, the battle situation returned to the original plan formulated by the Northern Allied Forces.

They defeated the Nilfgaardians, and finally drove the defeated Nilfgaardians into their pre-planned circle, preparing to wipe them out.

Just as Lan En guessed without knowing it, the location and terrain of Umbrella Mountain are the perfect place.

 “But now something is wrong.”

Foltest stared at the bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and leaned on the table, looking down at the map on the table.

With a ‘bang’ sound, his fist hit the table.

“During the stalemate, too few of the Nilfgaardians were wiped out, and then they were defeated too quickly last night! So much so that the number of defeated troops is now far greater than we expected!”

"What if the defense lines and containment established earlier cannot withstand the impact of so many defeated troops? Are we going to let these Nilfgaardian veterans return to the occupied area unharmed and reorganize their formation?!"    "Then this battle is considered a fight. What's the matter?"

 In the camp, Vizmir's face looked even more tired than Foltest's. After all, he was older and felt more tired from staying up all night.

 All of them had not slept a wink all night last night, and now, after confirming the victory, they moved the headquarters directly to the vicinity of Umbrella Mountain.

 It is to direct the final encirclement and suppression.

This siege can be said to be the biggest post-war harvest of this battle, and they must not let go of this opportunity to leave a large number of Nilfgaard veterans.

 These veterans are living war potential.

 After returning to the Nilfgaard-occupied area, they basically rested for a few days and became active and fighting again.

 So, whether they were used as bargaining chips to demand compensation after the war, hostages, or for the purpose of weakening Nilfgaard's military power, these people had to die here, or surrender and be captured alive.

 But just can’t run away!

Hence, the two kings unanimously set their sights on Wigefortz.

"Now is a good opportunity for the warlocks to take action. At least more than 30,000 enemies are densely gathered on the hill and at the foot of the mountain. We need the warlocks to cause a lot of damage in a short period of time to reduce their numbers."

“Only magic can do this now.”

 The handsome Archmage stood up and nodded gracefully: "That's exactly why we're here."

"I heard that there are voices of dissatisfaction among the warlocks who came to support. They don't want to go to the dangerous battlefield and would rather stay in their research rooms."

Vizmir cautiously asked the leader of the sorcerers.

Wilgefortz, on the other hand, didn't seem to care what was going on in the king's mouth and answered with a smile.

"We are all smart people, please don't worry about our inability to contribute. To put it bluntly: in the north, we warlocks can be advisors to the king or technical investors of a certain chamber of commerce, but in the empire, we can only be loyal to the emperor at the highest level. What a bitch."

“We must know which side we belong to, Your Majesty.”

His tone was confident, as if making these rebellious and cowardly self-interested sorcerers obey was just a matter of words for him.

 “We will remember your performance in this war.”

The two kings spoke in a deep voice and asked the clerk behind them to record these words in the record.

 This is equivalent to giving a promise.

Vilgefortz easily picked up his steel staff, which seemed heavy enough, with his fingers, and turned around to coordinate the warlocks to enter the battlefield.

 As he walked to the door, Foltest's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Master, there is another thing that must be paid attention to”

 The voice of the Temerian king was measured and calm.

“That ‘thing’ that destroyed the entire command system of Nilfgaard. We must pay attention to it. After all, the warlocks gathered here today are very large in terms of quality and quantity.”

The pace of the battle is so fast that the current northern command post has not yet figured out what the "thing" is that destroys the opponent's command system at an extremely fast speed.

 Is it an ancient evil presence in the Soden region? Or an ancient force that specifically hunts warlocks?

The two kings felt that this 'thing' was simply more terrifying than Nilfgaard's army!

But Wilgefortz did not look back, but from an angle that no one could see, an interested smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

 “Of course, we will pay attention.”

 He will surely come too.

Wilgefortz was thinking to himself as he spoke.

 Let me see what that ‘thing’ is!

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 (End of this chapter)