Astartes of the Bear School

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

After arranging the war record in hand, which could have a major impact on the long-established 'civilization theory' of the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest still had many things 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?"

Guerrilla, 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 theory of guerrillas, the more inappropriate the occupying party is in the occupied area, the stronger the frequency and destructive power of the guerrillas will be.

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

However, 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 Haxor 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 this 'Ember', 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 Marshal Visekid, the former Cintra general 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 plume of smoke that day!
The first battle that made them famous - this group of people directly attacked a Nilfgaardian border military station at night!
It is said that more than 500 Nilfgaardian horses were taken away!
Although Foltest didn't understand why a temporary military station had 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.

Rather, it was 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.

Maybe it's to commemorate something, maybe it's to vent anger for the deceased relatives and friends.

Happy people 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. According to our battlefield division, it is 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's...?"

Roche pursed his lips: "They killed all the defenders of the entire military station, as well as the patrols who were resting there. It is estimated that there were at least 500 people."

".Kill them all."

The Temerian king blinked.

"Are these fucking guerrillas?!"
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"Are these fucking guerrillas?!" The same question, but the voice that sounded in the Nilfgaardian camp sounded as deep as if he had pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm.

Menno Culhorn, Nilfgaard's commander-in-chief in this war.

He held the riding crop 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.

Both parties involved in the war must have sensed the arrival of the decisive moment before a large-scale battle. The attackers had reasons to fight, and the defenders also had reasons to fight.

In the end, all the forces that both sides could mobilize were put on the table, and the game of command began.

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 it was in this tense situation, in this intensive personnel dispatch! One of our temporary military stations! The soldiers' resting place and supply center were all 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'm going to report to His Majesty the Emperor like this?"

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

This was a crucial battle that would determine whether the empire would be forced to stop at Cintra, or whether it would be able to drive a wedge into the northern territories.

He would 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 his opinion. After surveying many sites, he believes that their number will not exceed 70 people."

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

70 people killed 500 people. Didn't all the soldiers in the military station wear armor?

Based on their experience and learning, I am afraid that only when playing without armor and with armor can they achieve this kind of battle damage 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 for those 'embers' to achieve the effect of total annihilation, when they fought seventy against five hundred?"

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."

"Say!"

"I'm afraid it only took them less than 10 minutes."

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