If you want to win, you have to keep your head buried in hard and boring work.

Having arranged his war record, which could have had a major impact on the long-established 'theory of civilization' of the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest still had a lot to do.

"There's also a piece of information from Sintra."

Roche pulled one out of the pile of papers in Foltest's hand and placed it on top.

Foltest softly read out the words above: "'Ember'? This group of guerrillas came out to cause trouble again? ”

Guerrilla forces are not a new term, especially in the newly occupied areas, and guerrilla warfare against the occupying side is a common occurrence 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 side is in the occupied area, the more frequent and destructive the guerrillas will be.

Because the guerrillas will have the support of the population of the occupied territories and support them in attacking the aggressor.

But the aggressor, who is in a dominant position as a whole, will do more things to intimidate the inhabitants.

Then the vicious cycle begins.

After reading Haxo's account of the war and understanding what the Nilfgaard were doing in the occupied territory of Sintra, Foltest was not at all surprised that there would be an endless stream of official and unofficial guerrillas.

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. There were no Nilfgaards, neither did the Northern Coalition, not even the former Sintra general, Marshal Vesekkid, who was also fighting guerrillas.

This is not a big deal, after all, most of the guerrillas cannot be put on the stage, and they have no combat effectiveness and combat achievements. On weekdays, it is great to be able to maintain your presence in enemy-occupied areas.

But just after that wildfire, the name suddenly went straight to the sky like the pillar of smoke that day!

The first battle to make a name for themselves - this group attacked a border station of the Nilfgaard directly in the night!

It is said that more than 500 Nifgaard 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 by the reaction of the Nilfgaard people, it was 80% true.

This is all the more surprising.

How could a mere guerrilla know that there were horses in the Nilfgaard garrison?

Not only is their combat effectiveness outstanding, 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 attached to their bodies.

Rather, it is given by their enemies according to their unique performance.

Where the Ember has moved, they will end up with a handful of white, ashes-like piles.

Maybe it's to commemorate something, maybe it's to vent the anger of relatives and friends who died.

Happy people have their own happiness, but the misfortunes of the partisans in enemy-occupied areas in this respect are about the same.

"What did they do this time?"

Foltest asked.

"It's still a temporary military station, divided according to our battlefield, within the seventeenth section of the border."

Roche replied with a blank look.

"Well, compared to the last time they burned down a small grain warehouse, this should be considered a peace of mind. Let's hope they live a little longer. ”

"You may have misunderstood, Your Majesty. They weren't taking advantage of the chaos to steal anything from that makeshift station. ”

Foltest raised his eyes stunned: "That's.?" ”

Roche pursed his lips: "They. . . Killed the entire garrison of the station, as well as the patrol on duty there. Estimate. At least five hundred people. ”

"Killed."

The king of Temeria blinked.

"This is a guerrilla?!"

——

"This is a guerrilla?!"

The same question, but the voice that sounded in the Nilfgaard barracks was as deep as if he had pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm.

Mennonite Kuhoun, the commander-in-chief of the Nilfgaard war.

His whip was in his hand, though there was no angry, irrational movement. But everyone here was like a quail frightened by the thunder, and they didn't even dare to look up at him.

Mennon Kuhoun was a legendary alumnus of the Imperial Military Academy, and even textbooks have pages of battle descriptions dedicated to his many battles in his lifetime.

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

A large battle cannot be for any sudden reason or scenario.

Both sides must have sensed the moment of decisive battle before the big battle, and the attacker had a reason to fight, and the defender had to fight.

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

The current situation, according to Menno Kuhoun and Foltest, has reached a touching point.

The lower officers may have been relaxed and despised by the victory at Soden, but among the upper officers, this ethos was crushed by Menno Kuhoorn.

"And it is in this tense situation, in this intensive personnel scheduling! One of our makeshift military stations! The rest and supply places of the soldiers were killed by a group of guerrillas?! ”

His falcon-like eyes and nose are a testament to the true Nilfgaard bloodline, which can be very stressful in the press.

"You want to report it to me? And that's what I'll report to His Majesty the Emperor? ”

Mennonite Kuhoun's eyes scanned back and forth across the map, back and forth over the chess pieces that represented military power.

It was a crucial battle that would determine whether the empire would be forced to stop at Sintra or plunge into northern territory like a wedge.

He would not allow this glorious battle to be lost. And this, you need to take care of any mistakes.

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

"How many people are there in 'Ember'?"

The atmosphere in the tent eased. The adjutant with the information in his hand immediately stepped forward to report.

"We have a professional trace expert who gives his opinion, and after surveying many sites, he believes that they will not number more than seventy people."

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

Seventy men killed five hundred. Are all the soldiers in the station wearing no armor?

In their experience and learning, I am afraid that only those who have no armor can fight this kind of battle loss ratio.

But Mennon Kuhoun was calm, and he asked.

"So, how long is the difference between the last group of guards who left before the accident and the first batch after the accident?"

"In other words, I want to know those 'embers', how long did it take for them to fight seventy to five hundred, and to fight out the effect of total annihilation?"

The adjutant did not answer immediately, he looked down at the information in his hand seriously, and after confirming it repeatedly, he swallowed his saliva and raised his head.

"Marshal."

"Say!"

"They're afraid. It took less than twenty minutes. ”

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