Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1462 1434. Stupidity

"You almost refresh my understanding of you." In the Loshar Palace, Lan En looked at the tired Foltest coldly. "In the past, I thought you were a clear-headed person."

Lan En and Foltest sat opposite each other at the main and guest seats of a desk respectively.

Vernon Roche, the captain of the Blue Guard, and a female captain sat at a table behind them, eating a simple and filling lunch.

It was not unusual for Foltest to let the guards sit behind him to eat while he was talking about things.

But Lan En could hardly imagine that a serious guy like Vernon Roche would tolerate such a subordinate.

That was a female Blue Guard, but the only similarity between her and Roche seemed to be this blue armor uniform.

Blond short hair with eye shadow, her chest was open, and under the cotton armor of the Blue Guard was a common linen lining.

It was just that the collar of this lining seemed to be a little open to the navel.

This dressing style is more open than that of ordinary female sorcerers.

Compared with the bohemian style of female sorcerers, she is more like a wild boy who doesn't obey the rules, but her figure is very attractive.

At this time, listening to Lan's impolite words to Foltest, the female blue iron guard was pouring wine into her mouth, trying to force the sandwich down her throat, and almost couldn't control her laughter.

As the superior, Vernon Roche first turned his head to look at Lan and Foltest sitting on both sides of the desk, and then turned back and glared at his subordinates.

"Quiet! Shut up and eat your food, Weisi! Didn't you keep shouting hungry on the way?"

The noise of the two blue iron guards did not affect the conversation between the two people on the desk.

"We were deceived! By Enxier! By Vigfortz! Two bastards!"

Foltest still looked like a middle-aged man in his prime. But in the face of his obviously suppressed anger, Lan just watched coldly.

"How fresh." Lan said calmly, "King of a country, you don't think that the people under your command usually tell you the truth? They don't tell you the truth, so your enemies will be open and honest with you? Are you crazy?"

"Why? Do you still want Emhyr to inform you of his strategic deployment in the next few months?"

"I'm not that naive, Lan!" Foltest's eyes under the crown were tired and turbid, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept well for a long time. "You don't have to be so mean."

"I admit that we all underestimated the intelligence advantage of the Nilfgaardians within us."

Foltest sighed.

"After all, they have been promoting their civilization for nearly a hundred years. The Battle of Sodden Mountain cannot change the northerners' impression of the southern 'civilization'."

"But what can we do? We are also forced to do nothing!"

"They seduce our chambers of commerce and guilds. Merchants and craftsmen are all yearning for the south. Even farmers think that life in the south will be better!"

"Our people want to surrender. If we don't fight now, there will be no chance to fight in the future!"

"Do you know? It's not just merchants and craftsmen, even..."

"Even priests, astrologers, missionaries, and mystics who came out of nowhere are promoting it?" Lan En looked at Foltest coldly, and before he could say it himself, he finished his words for him.

"Then you think it's over? It's too late if we don't take action now? Internal division will come faster than victory or defeat on the battlefield?"

Foltest said unwillingly: "On the battlefield, we still have the possibility of fighting, but if we don't fight, will we just watch the situation get worse and worse?"

"If you are collapsing, will Emhyr not collapse?"

Lane directly challenged the king of Temeria.

"He is determined to fight in the north. Will the merchants in his country unite to support him? Will the nobles who were barely subdued in his country accept his decision?"

"With so many conquered lands, he has no time and resources to manage them, turn the war-torn areas into production areas, and earn back the money the merchants invested in the war. He has already started to move further north. Do you think the merchants in Nilfgaard don't want him to die?!"

"Emhyr has not yet followed the tradition of Nilfgaard to marry an orthodox Nilfgaard noble lady as his queen. Do you think those traditional nobles have no doubts about him? Will the doubts not turn into murderous intentions?!"

"He is a prince who fled. He returned to Nilfgaard by overthrowing the usurper. Did he kill all the nobles who were loyal to the usurper at that time? What is the status of those people now?"

A series of questions, Lan En's calm and unhurried questioning, made Foltest's expression distorted.

The two blue iron guards behind him didn't dare to say much, and even the sound of eating was much quieter.

In the end, the demon hunter just snorted coldly.

"You only see your own crisis, but not Emhyr's trouble. This is because you have no strategic confidence."

"But without strategic confidence, you dare to easily make plans to start a war. This is tactical arrogance!"

"Without the strategic determination to see the overall situation, you are guilty in the big direction and arrogant in the small direction!"

Lan En tilted his head and looked at Foltest who could hardly raise his head.

"This matter was started by Vizimir of Redania, right? Humph, his death is really not unjust."

As early as the night of the coup on Thaned Island, Ciri had vaguely revealed the death of the King of Redania, who was killed by a half-elf assassin.

This was one of the reasons why Philippa Eilhart immediately escaped that night.

She had to rush back to Tretog, the capital of Redania, which was in a politically unstable situation because of the assassination of the king.

"At this point, you can say whatever you want." Foltest sighed, "But the Nilfgaardians are unstoppable, and we need support. We need a powerful force to defeat them."

"No support." Lan said to him coldly, "and no power."

"What?"

Foltest couldn't help but blurt out the question.

And Lan's expression remained the same.

"You heard what I said, I won't do it now. Or even if I do, the situation won't get better."

As he said, Lan leaned forward and stared at the king of Temeria.

"Because the North is still in a state of intrigue and hesitation!"

"You are only concerned with igniting the war, but you haven't even reached a united front internally! If we continue to fight like this, I can certainly bring local victory, but it will not help the long front!"

"Just like the last Battle of Soden!"

The Battle of Soden in the last Civil War was different from the Battle of Soden, which was the final blow and completely ended the war.

That battle took place when Lan was still in Cintra with the refugee group.

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The northern countries gathered superior forces, but were defeated and collapsed by the inferior Nilfgaardian army on the edge of Soden.

The inconsistent command, the contradictions and small thoughts between the countries, all made the superior forces a burden on the battle.

"But the war has already begun, what else do you want to do?"

Foltest frowned, and the table was hammered. But after he finished speaking, he stopped talking as if thinking about something.

Lan En still sat in the oversized chair and looked at him.

"Working for the goddess or the devil. Why are you looking at me like you've seen a ghost? Admit it, you have already guessed it, right?"

"God?" Foltest looked at Lan En with a serious expression that was no more relaxed than talking about war. "Do they exist? Not some mountain spirits? Not the nonsense of fools?"

"You want to get an ultimate answer from me about human faith? Then you must first go to a serious seminary and clarify your definition of 'God'."

Lan En waved his hand impatiently.

"I advise you not to care too much about these things. After all, you have lived for so long. How many times have you seen them really take care of things? They don't care about ordinary things."

"But I want to emphasize to you, Foltest."

Lan En frowned and looked at the king across the table.

"I like to do things in a perfect way, but your strategy for provoking the war and the subsequent response is so crude and stupid that it makes me want to vomit!"

"Let's first settle the internal differences among the northern countries!"

"I have to remind you first, according to my information, the Kaedwen legions are already gathering at the border between Aedirn and Kaedwen. But they don't seem to plan to enter Aedirn directly to fight the Nilfgaardians, but stop to rest at the border."

"Think about Henselt's hungry wild boar look! What does he want to do?"

After saying that, Lan En didn't stay for long. Only Foltest and the Blue Guards were left with a shock.

Things are just as Lan En said. If the North can't reach a consensus in the war, even a short-term consensus, then even if he starts to act, the effect will never be very good.

After all, knowing that he is going to act, Nilfgaard will basically not seek a large-scale battle that puts everything on the line like the last Battle of Sodden Mountain.

On the contrary, they will try to avoid that situation.

The scattered corps will greatly reduce Lan's efficiency.

At the moment, it seems that at least Menno Kuhoen still remembers his warning.

And Foltest had better take advantage of his absence to sort out the situation in the north.

This way, when he comes back, it will be much more convenient no matter what.

With the irritation of war, the anger at the tragedy caused by war, and the faint desire for war and perfect solution from the depths of genes.

Time is running out, Lan, Flannel Ball and Qilin set out on the journey to another world again.

The side of Lan's genes that tends to be perfect urges him to solve everything immediately and neatly.

But his rational personality, which has been cultivated through compulsory education and training, tells him that pursuing perfection in everything will not be perfect in the end.

The disputes and contradictions within the northern countries have a long history.

What if he sent down divine soldiers to save them again and again in the Civil War? It's just delaying and suppressing the problem.

War is a cruel furnace for shaping sharp blades.

It is indeed inhumane, but it can also give birth to progressive ideas and technologies.

With this mentality, Lan En and the other three entered the celestial sphere intersection crack in the sky that looked like a broken mirror in the increasingly cold late autumn.