Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 626: 628 twenty minutes

Chapter 626: 628 twenty minutes

Chapter 626 628.Twenty minutes

If you want to win, you must continue to immerse yourself in hard and boring work.

After arranging the war record in hand that could have a major impact on the long-established "civilization theory" of the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest still has a lot to do.

There is another piece of information from Sintra.

Roche took out a piece of paper from the stack of papers in Foltest's hand and placed it on the top.

Foltest read the words above softly: "'Ember'? Are these guerrillas coming out to cause trouble again?"

guerrillas, this is not a new term, especially in newly occupied areas, guerrilla operations against the occupying party are commonplace for every commander.

Even when Foltest was training Vernon Roche, he specifically taught him this aspect.

In the guerrilla theory, the more inappropriate the occupying party is in the occupied area, the stronger the guerrilla activity frequency and destructive power will be.

Because the guerrillas will get the support of the people in the occupied areas to support them in attacking the invaders.

But the invaders, who are in an overall dominant position, will do more inhumane things in order to deter the residents.

Then the vicious cycle begins.

After reading the war records written by Hackthor and understanding what the Nilfgaardians did in the occupied area of Cintra, Foltest was not surprised at all that there were endless official and official reports. Unofficial guerrilla groups emerged.

But these embers, they are not ordinary guerrillas. Very, very unusual.

Before the wildfire a few days ago, no one had heard of this group of people. The Nilfgaardians didn't have it, nor did the Northern Alliance, not even the former Cintra general-Marshal Visekid who was also fighting guerrillas.

This is not a big deal. After all, most guerrillas are not on the stage and have little combat effectiveness and record. On weekdays, it would be a big deal if he could maintain his presence in enemy-occupied areas.

But just after the wildfire, the name suddenly shot up into the sky like the smoke column that day!

The first battle that made them famousthis group of people attacked a Nilfgaardian border station directly at night!

It is said that more than 500 Nilfgaardian horses were taken away!

Although Foltest didn't understand why a temporary military station would have such extravagant resources as more than 500 war horses, judging from the reaction of the Nilfgaardians, this was probably true.

This is even more surprising.

How could a mere guerrilla know that the Nilfgaardians had war horses in their depot?

This is not only superior in combat effectiveness, but their intelligence is also very powerful!

And this kind of action is just the beginning of their actions in the past few days.

Like all guerrillas, their names are not affixed to their bodies.

It is given by their enemies based on their unique performance.

Where the 'embers' have touched their hands, they will leave a handful of white, small piles like ashes at the end.

Perhaps it is to commemorate something, or it may be to vent anger for relatives and friends who have died.

Happy people each have their own happiness, but the misfortune of the guerrillas in enemy-occupied areas is roughly the same.

What did they do this time?

Foltest asked.

It is still a temporary military station, divided according to our battlefield, within the seventeenth section of the national border.

Roche answered sternly.

"Well, compared to the last time they burned down a small grain and grass warehouse, this should be considered peaceful. I hope they can live longer."

"You may have misunderstood, Your Majesty. They did not take advantage of the chaos in that temporary military station to steal anything."

Foltest raised his eyes blankly: "That is...?"

Roche pursed his lips and said, "They killed all the defenders of the entire military station, as well as the rotating patrols resting there. It is estimated that there were at least five hundred people."

.Kill them all.

The king of Temeria blinked.

This is a **** guerrilla?!

This is a **** guerrilla?! Same question, but the tone that sounded in the Nilfgaardian camp was as deep as if he had pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm.

Menno Kuhorn, Nilfgaards commander-in-chief in this war.

His riding crop was held in his hand, although there was no angry or irrational movement. But everyone here seemed like quails frightened by the thunder, and they didn't even dare to look up at him.

Menno Kuhorn was well-known in the Nilfgaardian army. He was a legendary alumnus of the Imperial Military Academy. There were even several pages dedicated to him in the textbook, describing the many wars he experienced in his life. command.

Among the commanders who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, they looked at Menno Kuhorn as if they were watching the idol in the textbook come to life.

A large-scale battle cannot be caused by any sudden reason or situation.

Before a large-scale battle, both parties involved in the war must have realized that the decisive moment was coming. The attacker had reasons to fight, and the defenders also had reasons to fight.

Finally, all the forces that both sides can mobilize are put on the table, and the game at the command level begins.

The current situation, according to the ideas of Menno Kuhoun and Foltest, has reached a tipping point.

The lower-ranking officers may still be relaxed and despised because of the victory in the Battle of Soden, but among the upper-ranking officers, this atmosphere was suppressed by Menno Kuhorn.

"And in this tense situation, in this intensive personnel dispatch! One of our temporary military stations! The soldiers' resting place and supply depot were killed by a group of guerrillas?!"

His falcon-like eyes and nose are proof of pure Nilfgaardian blood, which can bring great pressure to people when stared at.

"You want to report to me like this? And I will report to His Majesty the Emperor like this?"

Menno Kuhorne's eyes darted back and forth across the map, back and forth over the chess pieces that represented military power.

This is a crucial battle that will determine whether the empire will be forced to stop at Cintra, or whether it will be driven into the northern territories like a wedge.

He will never allow this glorious battle to fail. And this requires taking care of any flaws.

After a moment of silence, he asked for specific details in a calmer tone.

How many people are there in Ember?

The atmosphere in the camp also relaxed. The adjutant with the summarized intelligence in his hand immediately stepped forward to report.

We have a professional trace expert who has given an opinion. After exploring many sites, he believes that their number will not exceed seventy people.

At this time, all the officers had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Seventy men killed all five hundred. Were all the soldiers in the military station not wearing armor?

In their experience and learning, I am afraid that only by playing without armor and with armor can they achieve this kind of battle loss ratio.

But Menno Kuhorn was still calm, and he continued to ask.

So, how long was the difference between the last group of guards who left the station before the accident and the first group who arrived after the accident?

In other words, I want to know how long it took those embers, seventy against five hundred, to achieve the effect of total annihilation?

The adjutant did not answer immediately. He lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand carefully. After confirming it again and again, he swallowed and raised his head.

Marshal.

"explain!"

Im afraid it only took them less than twenty minutes.

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