Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 636 638 On the verge of collapse

Chapter 636 638. On the verge of collapse

After being entangled for a while, Marshal Menno Kuhorn put aside his uneasiness and began to reinvest in the flow of information unprecedented in the war.

The feeling of uneasiness came from his own intuition, but after rational and logical analysis, he still did not understand the source of his uneasiness.

He is a practical man, and he is more inclined to do what he can do at the moment than to feel uneasy for no reason.

And he did really well.

When a large number of low-level warlocks were deployed by the Nilfgaardians around high-level commanders, their order and intelligence transmission efficiency was unprecedentedly improved.

The improvement of information transmission efficiency brings about the improvement of organization.

Originally, some small-scale sudden operations could only rely on the on-the-spot performance of grassroots soldiers to support each other.

But now, the Nilfgaardians are able to receive direct orders from higher-level commanders.

These commanders looked at the entire war situation, and they held the outcome of every battle in their hands.

The results it brought were devastating to the Northern Allied Forces.

Many northern armies came into contact with the Nilfgaardians during the campaign.

Logically speaking, no one can be sure of the other party's state in such an emergency. Is the other party on the way to perform a mission? Or take a break after finishing the fight? Or do you come prepared and block in front of yourself?

I can’t be sure, and I don’t dare to bet.

So we can only fight when we encounter them.

But the Nilfgaardians could get orders from their superiors at this time to retreat temporarily without entanglement.

Then more Nilfgaardian troops were notified and came to support. Use more to defeat fewer, and eat up a large number of Northern Allied forces with minimal losses.

Because the response speed of the Nilfgaardians' support was unusual, many commanders of the Northern Alliance forces did not even have time to issue breakout orders.

In addition to small units, larger legion operations also widened the gap due to the advantage of information transmission efficiency.

Every confrontation between the two armies brings not only mutual harm, but also information about the other party.

Which section of the battle line, which troops were beaten in what manner, their equipment information, and the combination of arms.

This information was compiled through many battles between the Nilfgaardian Army and the Northern Allied Forces, and Menno Culhorn made targeted adjustments.

A brilliant tactician can continuously develop local advantages on a large-scale battlefield, thereby turning the entire battlefield into a major advantage leading to victory.

The efficient circulation of battlefield information allowed Menno Culhorn to do this.

Marshal Nilfgaard supported his somewhat dizzy head, with a satisfied smile on his face that was slightly pale due to overuse.

This feeling of controlling the entire large-scale battlefield through information is simply the god of war!

"Is the Menno Kuhorn across from you the God of War!?"

In the command post of the Northern Allied Forces, Foltest yelled madly with eyes wide open.

"Why did he anticipate everything? In the fucking Nilfgaard Military Academy textbook, all the command records about him are not as scary as today!"

Foltest's appearance was called 'majestic and handsome', but now the strong anger and the fear of failure deep in his heart made his face distorted into a weird look.

For ordinary commanders in this era, intelligence only accounts for half of their understanding of the battlefield situation.

Because the information was transmitted too slowly, they had to use their own experience, knowledge of the enemy, and knowledge of their own soldiers to calculate the remaining half.

It is normal for orders to fail to keep up with changes in the battle situation.

The larger the battlefield, the more so.

So far, Foltest, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, has been wrong in almost every prediction!

Almost all the battles he thought he could win were lost.

The chain reaction of this is completely fatal.

The troops that should have been in place were annihilated halfway, and the defense line that should have been established was penetrated by the enemy.

He now felt like a puppet in the hands of Menno Coulhorn!

Is this Nilfgaardian commander that strong?

This is different from what is in their textbooks! !

In fact, Foltest was able to study his opponent's command record before the war started, which was better than most commanders.

But unfortunately, the gap between his opponents and him now is not actually in commanding ability.

The command post of the Northern Allied Forces was in chaos. The documents in the hands of the clerk and affairs officer were scattered all over the floor, but no one had time to collect them because the next document was more important.

King Vizmir of Redania is also nominally one of the commanders of this coalition.

But now, this old man who was so energetic yesterday seems to be extremely sleepy and tired.

He is also a man who has been on the battlefield for decades, but he has never fought such a strange battle as today.

The gap is too big.

The commanding ability of the two kings made them look like little kids who had just entered the battlefield.

"Let the warlocks save the day."

The old king wiped his face hard and said in a low voice.

The position of the warlocks is a crucial part of their pre-war arrangements.

They were supposed to gather on an unnamed hill at a key location and use their powerful magic to cause maximum damage in a short period of time to the Nilfgaardian army that was forced here.

But judging from current developments, they may be the ones forced to move their positions.

At the other end of the large table in the command post was a man who looked about thirty-five years old, extremely handsome, tall and strong.

He was currently in the anxious and chaotic command post, but with his eyes closed, he seemed to be leisurely listening to some beautiful notes.

After hearing the tired whisper of the old king of Redania, he opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

"Oh, of course. I led my colleagues to help, and of course I will obey the command. After all, we are all for the victory of the north."

He smiled and waved in the air, and an iron staff that seemed to be made of very solid materials flew lightly into his hand from the edge of the tent.

Foltest and Vizmir both looked at him with heavy eyes but expectantly.

They all knew that the man in front of them was ambitious, dangerous and deadly. But at the same time, he is so outstanding that he is indispensable.

Vilgefortz of Logoeven, the youngest member in the history of the Society of Gifts and Crafts.

He is also the initiator and leader of the twenty-three warlocks who came to participate in the war.

The two kings who were responsible for commanding the Northern Allied Forces only hoped that Wigefortz could save the war situation, which was almost on the verge of collapse.

However, just as Wigefortz stood up with a smile on his face, his movements suddenly froze for a moment.

Those deep and mysterious eyes looked sideways, and the sight seemed to penetrate the tent cloth of the command post and reach an extremely far place.

"What happened?"

Foltest keenly noticed this moment of stiffness and asked aloud.

"No." Vilgefortz's eyes flashed with a hint of chaotic magic, and he said thoughtfully. "It's nothing, maybe it's just an illusion."

But is that really an illusion?

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