Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 631: 633 Cognitive Error

Chapter 631: 633 Cognitive Error

Chapter 631 633. Cognitive Error

This is not right! Why are we encountering this kind of attack!

In the convoy, the commander who was still dazed was pulled down by the warlock beside him, holding his helmet and yelling in a hurry.

On the battlefield, no matter how powerful an attack is, there should be traces to follow.

This is based on a logic.

If you want to launch a powerful attack, you must be well prepared.

If you're going to launch a crossbow, shipping and assembly can't be silent.

There will always be traces left in this process, and if your enemy is really qualified and has the strength to compete with you, then he will not know that you already have a powerful war machine, and at least he will notice clues. .

Furthermore, he will also make tactical adjustments, or simply bring up a war machine to bombard him.

In the same way, if the other party finds an archmage on the battlefield, then this archmage must have interpersonal contacts and interests with the other party, and will have disappeared recently.

Therefore, the enemy will immediately start to take this archmage into consideration in combat factors based on the reaction of its own intelligence system.

But here, no one told him that there would be a bed crossbow in the woods!

A battle that is completely unforeseen and uninvestigated is the most terrifying nightmare for any commander.

So, after a total of ten crossbow arrows were fired, the situation was as expected by the Nilfgaard headquarters.

A terrifying enemy that cuts through the air like a black shadow due to its super-fast action efficiency.

Then, when the first heavy infantry line was completely unorganized, they rushed into their ranks.

The violent and efficient killing efficiency appeared naked in front of everyone in broad daylight.

That tall figure, as well as the terrifying sword in his hand, can sputter out a "wave of blood" in the literal sense with every slash.

There is no complex architectural environment, and a straight road allows Lan En's movement to become a straight-line kill.

So it was faster than the previous times, with 700 people, the collapse only took ten minutes.

Then a small group of closely coordinated troops rushed out of the woods under the leadership of Lincoln.

Their quality is generally very high. After all, they are the last remaining established officers and soldiers in Sintra.

Under the leadership of Lan En, they experienced wave after wave of victories that they had never imagined.

Victories will give people confidence, and these victories are not something that just anyone can pick up safely by following Lan En.

They have been dealing with the Nilfgaardians, and even if the Nilfgaardian soldiers became defeated skirmishers, their personal qualities were still there.

Moreover, in these battles, even if the establishment was destroyed, Nilfgaard's defeated troops still had a numerical advantage over Lincoln and others.

Each of their battles was equivalent to a group of people chasing a group of professional warriors who were far more numerous than themselves and were emotionally hysterical, and strangled them to death.

And these former Cintra officers and soldiers were honing themselves in the pursuit battles and annihilation battles with less and more, forcing themselves to keep up with Lan En's ultra-fast pace.

They dont expect to be able to keep up with Lan Ens basic quality in the short term, so they can only make improvements in tactics, execution, coordination, etc.

In this high-demand, high-standard, and high-pressure combat environment, Lan En has even seen these officers and soldiers start to organize tactical seminars on their own.

For a group of them who were members of the regular feudal army a few months ago, this model of spontaneous learning and progress is simply a cross-era organizational form!

With the advancement of organizational form, their combat effectiveness is also improving in a very logical but very subversive way.

Lan En did not issue any instructions, and more than sixty people 'infiltrated' into the scattered formation of the Nilfgaardians like mercury pouring down the ground.

Then it was like a slowly tightening fishing net, wiping out their catch one after another.

The battle has entered its final stage.

And it is true that as Lan En and Lincoln predicted before the fight started, there were many people in this team who just watched the battle situation decline from beginning to end, but never had the intention to participate.

On the contrary, after sensing the danger, he left without looking back.

These people should be in the role of battle observers.

Even these people's indifference to the battle situation and their turning around and leaving were also an important reason for the collapse of the army's morale.

For the Nilfgaardian command, obtaining Lan En's intelligence is far more valuable than hundreds or even thousands of carefully equipped warriors. Unlike previous fast-paced battles, Lan En seems to have been affected by those magic props this time.

He did not find the chain of command of this unit immediately and beheaded it.

On the contrary, the others in the "Embers" quickly killed the scattered broken troops near the end.

He then found the commander of this unit.

Dang!

The heavy and swift sword struck down on the head, and all the soldiers in front of Lan En were wiped out by him in one round.

But at the moment when the commander's eyes were about to burst, a layer of blue chaotic magic shield appeared in front of the sword's edge!

The black and heavy sword blade caused ripples in the blue shield, but at least it was not broken instantly.

This made the commander feel like he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

Warlock! Take me away! Warlock!

Beside the commander, a man on horseback raised his arm and gritted his teeth with difficulty.

While maintaining the magic shield, a scorching fireball was fired towards Lan En's side.

The witcher's cat eyes were slightly tilted, and he kicked his toes on the ground. He kicked a dead Nilfgaardian corpse into the air, just in time to meet the fireball.

With a 'boom' sound, the solid armor and the still warm flesh inside the armor instantly exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, splashing out.

Lan En was very close to the explosion point, and his tall body was blown away by a shock wave.

But before the commander's face showed the expression of surviving a disaster.

Lan En, who had not yet landed in mid-air, was already tapping the soles of his feet on the ground. Just like a sports car that doesn't slow down even when turning, it rushes towards me again with a 'pop' sound!

With a sense of oppression that makes it difficult to breathe.

The [turbid current] sword held in front of him broke the upper limit of the magic shield with the pressure of the forward thrust. The black and heavy sword tip was nailed into the commander's chest, and many bones made sounds under the armor. The crisp sound of breaking.

After instantly dispatching the commander, Lan En barely paused. His figure turned at an acute angle and headed straight for the warlock.

Seeing that the person he wanted to protect would not survive, the warlock quickly threw down another fireball and blew Lan En away with another shock wave.

Then he wrapped his mount in the wind and ran away at an extremely fast speed.

It wasn't until he left that Lincoln, who had already cleared the battlefield, walked over to Lan En, who was swept away by the shock wave of the fireball.

Looking at the witcher lying on the ground, the half-grown boy scratched his cheek.

Sir, that guy has gone far.

"oh."

Lan En, who originally seemed to be overwhelmed when facing the warlock and was repeatedly suppressed, but finally broke through the defense with brute force, now stood up from the ground.

He patted the non-existent dust on his grandmaster-level armor, but he didn't look embarrassed at all by the two fireballs.

"Isn't your performance a little too exaggerated?" Lincoln said carefully. "Can they believe it?"

"Of course they will believe it, because it is logical from beginning to end, right? Moreover, they now want to believe from the bottom of their hearts that 'warlocks are useful when facing me.' Who would want to face an enemy that they can't handle? ?

Lan En twisted his neck and looked at the warlock who had already run out of sight.

"This is human laziness. When the situation is favorable to oneself, it is very painful to think about the unfavorable possibilities. Just in time, I also need to make them believe that 'the warlock can deal with it, at least deal with me'."

Lane smiled down at Lincoln.

This cognitive error will be useful later.

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