Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 635 637. An epoch-making war

The war unfolded in an unexpected but logical manner.

Whether it was the Northern Alliance or Nilfgaard, they all realized at the same moment that they must fight now and cannot delay it any longer.

War is the highest test of a country's ability to endure.

As the war progresses, a large number of normal activities in the country must be compromised for the purpose of 'war'.

People's livelihood, commerce, and handicrafts all have to work towards one goal.

This will lead to a general decline in living standards and a decrease in the convenience of life.

People don't care how important the distant war is. As long as their lives are not as good as before, of course they will complain.

Complaints generate resentment and resistance, which will continue to grow as the war progresses, thus affecting the normal activities of the country.

Although Nilfgaard is a theocratic country based on slavery, the emperor, as the political leader and religious leader, still does not mean the same thing.

The interests of the great nobles under him spread across all walks of life. Foreign wars not only oppressed ordinary people, but also cut flesh from the bodies of those great nobles and businessmen.

It's just that in the past, the expansion of the empire always brought victory and doubled profits before the big nobles and big businessmen could bear it anymore, so everyone was happy to see the results.

But this battle, this battle that was carefully planned and prepared for the empire to truly intervene in the northern territory, has actually been delayed for too long.

Menno Kuhoun led the army to start operations in early autumn, and now it was almost spring.

Before setting off, this far-sighted marshal once warned his subordinates: Give peace to the village and war to the castle.

The starting point is good, whether it is out of pity for the civilians or to dispel the resistance of the people of Sintra. At least he didn't want to attack civilians.

But as the battle became more intense, good admonitions were quickly forgotten.

How long can you maintain kindness and restraint when you break into someone's home with a knife and find that you can do whatever you want to the family?

Nilfgaard's lower-level officers and soldiers soon began to relax their 'bottom line'. Then, the big businessmen and nobles in Nilfgaard who were eager to regain their blood got in touch with the lower-level officers and soldiers, and started a business of selling stolen goods and receiving kickbacks.

This business has even grown so big that it has even opened a military camp market.

It's great to have business, but the people of Sintra have also become the birthplace of guerrillas.

Oppression and cruelty certainly bring forth the fire of resistance.

As a result, the situation became increasingly tense, and the supply of frontline troops became more and more difficult because of the numerous guerrillas. And the more this happens, the more the big nobles and big businessmen in Nilfgaard who are eager to get their blood back don't want to wait.

A vicious cycle begins.

The Northern Alliance is not optimistic either. After all, the loose national organization in the north is far inferior to that of Nilfgaard.

The domestic pressure on the front line is greater and harder to suppress.

Therefore, when both sides are close to the limit, both sides must produce results as soon as possible as an explanation to the country.

This is not only military, but also political and economic.

A large-scale battle must be fought even if it is not fought.

The intelligence organizations on both sides had made correct predictions before the war.

Nilfgaard and the Northern Alliance gathered a total of 110,000 troops in this small Upper Soden area.

The military technology, personnel quality, and command capabilities of both parties will all face all-round tests in this war.

Ten thousand people standing with empty hands are enough to fill one's entire field of vision, known as 'boundless'. And if they wore helmets and armor, and were accompanied by war horses or other beasts of burden, the area occupied would more than triple!

And now there are a total of 110,000 people!

The depth of the battlefield where the troops are fully deployed must be calculated in units of more than ten kilometers!

One hundred and ten thousand people were fighting and fighting on the land, mountains, and swamps covering dozens of kilometers.

The fastest way to coordinate between corps and corps is to use sentry arrows or beacon fire. For further distances, the messengers need to be prepared to kill several horses!

Each command post is like sand thrown into the sea, scattered over the land of dozens of kilometers in radius.

They were either disguised as ordinary corps garrison points, or they were tightly surrounded by defending corps, like rare treasures covered by curtains.

It is futile to intercept and kill the messenger and then obtain the position of the headquarters.

Because the order soldiers received the order, they didn’t know how many times they had passed the information, and even they themselves couldn’t tell whether the command they knew was a valuable command.

Humans are a race that has experienced war for a long time. In this world, there is no other race that can think about war better than humans.

"Herald! Draw up an order: I want the Magni Division under the Fourth Cavalry Corps to move to Hill 6 immediately! Block the infantry line of the Northern Allied Forces."

The herald was writing furiously on the writing board in his hand. After the order was drawn up, it was confirmed by the marshal himself. However, it was not handed over to the herald, but directly to a woman in the command post.

That's a sorceress.

This woman has short black hair and is wearing a black dress. The color is very much in line with the traditional aesthetics of the Nilfgaardians.

But unlike ordinary Nilfgaardian spellcasters, her clothing style is closer to that of the sorceresses in the north - open and uninhibited.

His chest was wide open, revealing his fair and bumpy skin, and his clothes had some parchments with proverbs written on them sealed with fire paint.

When people in the command post looked at her, they unconsciously showed respectful expressions.

It has nothing to do with the identity of the spell caster. The reason for this respect is that she is a distant relative of His Majesty the Emperor.

Fringilla Vigo.

The sorceress took the order, and then the glow of chaos magic appeared in her eyes. After the glow dissipated, she took a breath and nodded, indicating that the order had been issued.

The herald looked at this scene with a surprised expression.

After Menno Kuhorn assigned a warlock to each high-ranking commander, his keen war intuition and outstanding war talent immediately made him realize that what a large number of warlocks could do was by no means what he had thought before. So simple.

No matter how bad a warlock is, not to mention whether he can send messages across a long distance, he at least has the ability to receive messages from other warlocks.

Just this one item immediately increased the order delivery efficiency of the Nilfgaardian army by more than one level!

It’s not a surprise, but a level of horror!

In the current marshal's command post, Menno Kuhorn has never felt that he can control the direction of the war so well!

The information from the middle level of the legion can be gathered quickly, and your orders can be conveyed in a very short time!

It was as if he had witnessed every front line of this war that covered dozens of kilometers in radius!

The topographic map in the command post was originally used for writing and drawing to visualize information about the enemy and ourselves. In previous battles, even if the scale was not large, it would take several hours to replace this map.

Because the command post's ability to receive information about changes in the battle situation is not that fast, there are very few changes drawn on this picture.

But today, this picture is replaced almost every 20 minutes!

Menno Kuhorn issued a large number of orders with unprecedented efficiency, making his entire army like a coordinated spider strangled towards the Northern Allied Forces.

The price of all this is that even the sorceresses of Fringilla's level are pale, and the lower level sorcerers are probably about to vomit blood.

But what the hell? In Nilfgaard, warlocks are essentially craftsmen.

He was just a craftsman who was exhausted during the war. Is this a problem in a slave country?

The herald helped the emperor's distant relative sit down, then turned his head and looked at the marshal with reverence, who was still thinking about the situation of the battle.

"You have opened a new chapter in the war, Marshal! After this battle, the Imperial Military Academy should even open a new subject in your name! The form of the war will be divided from today into two pages! This is epoch-making feat!"

The herald's enthusiastic admiration did not make Menno Kuhorn feel relaxed. On the contrary, his brows were still furrowed.

There's something wrong.

An inexplicable anxiety spread in his heart. Even though under his command, the legion was winning one victory after another, he could not suppress this anxiety.

My gut still worries about something. That witcher?

Am I worried about [Hunter Lord]?

But what else can he do now? On a battlefield with a radius of dozens of kilometers, the power of an individual is ridiculous.

Behead the commander? Not to mention that every senior commander is now paired with a warlock next to him.

How can he find it? There aren't even a few messengers left now. Can he still follow the magic communication and find the command post?

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