The commanders present were elite cadets who had graduated from the Imperial Military Academy and had a record on the battlefield in Sintra that matched their resumes.

They are a group of commands who have been promoted on the battlefield.

But even though they boasted that they had seen the cruelty of small battles and the grandeur of large battles, under the description of this information, they were still defeated by the absurdity and strangeness of this information, and they could not stop giving birth to a slight chill in their hearts.

The information in this information is beyond their common sense.

Can humans really do those things?

At the same time, a rumor that has begun to circulate in the barracks for a while has unconsciously appeared in the minds of many people.

The guerrillas, known as the Embers, were young and only came to prominence even after the crater fire.

It is rumored that in the fire of the crater, the honorable Duke Adal was dragged down, and the troops of his mixed division and regimental level were crushed, so that no one survived. Actually, there is only one person!

The Ministry of the Interior of the Imperial Army tried its best to suppress this rumor, even executing the clerks of the cavalry squad that were among the first to scout at that time.

Their version to the outside world was that Duke Adal sensed a potential threat to our army and sent his troops to fight. It was only when there was a mountain fire and that the despicable Sintra guerrillas interfered with it, which caused an accident and died young.

Although everyone knows that the official denial is most likely the truth. But after all, this matter is too fantastical, and it is impossible to destroy a division or something with the strength of one person

Therefore, people have always thought that the total number of 'embers' is actually quite large, otherwise it would be impossible to drag the mixed division of Duke Adal in the wildfire.

It's just that only part of it is called out for each battle. That's why it always seems that you can always fight more with amazing battle losses than with less.

Today, for the first time, they have received a lot of intelligence about this partisan detachment.

And now it seems. That rumor may be. It's true?

The commanders in the tent looked at each other, and the moment they looked at each other, they immediately understood each other's thoughts. That terrible speculation is creeping up in everyone's hearts.

Even, and that terrifying and helpless pressure.

Everyone subconsciously gritted their teeth, and the apple muscles bulged high.

In ten minutes, the 500 men of a makeshift military station were destroyed, and the remaining 10 minutes were all annihilated.

It is said that it took 20 minutes, but in fact, the effective combat time was only the first 10 minutes.

These are 500 men in the army of Nilfgaard, not the servants, the vassals, or the slaves, but the 500 men of the regular army of Nilfgaard!

A full-fledged division is only seven times the number of these 500 men.

If it is really a person who can defeat a mixed division head-on. How are they going to deal with this kind of enemy?!

Not to mention having seen it, they never thought that there would be such a person!

In an eerie silence, Menno Cuhoorn's voice broke the dead silence.

"This is the enemy we are facing, gentlemen. One can do it alone."

"Marshal! Be careful! ”

The adjutant's eyes widened and he rudely stepped forward to interrupt him.

It's better to keep this speculation in mind, after all, the army's interior ministry has already started killing people because of this rumor.

The Great War is imminent, and if the marshal breaks out at odds with the Ministry of the Interior, which oversees the military power on behalf of the political power of the empire. Do you want to fight this battle?

"Heh, be cautious."

The marshal patted the table indifferently, and his tone was not intense, but the content of his words made many of the people present frown.

"Powerful, mysterious, infrastructural . Could it be that when such an enemy is standing behind us, ready to stab us at any moment, they still want us to come up with a way to deal with it without acknowledging the existence of 'him'?! You still want us to win this battle?! ”

"Why don't they simply beg the Great Sun Wheel to send down divine punishment and directly sweep away all the enemies of the empire?"

"I am a general and marshal of the Empire, and I swear that I will use my experience, wisdom, and courage to defeat all enemies that the Empire expects me to defeat. But only if the Empire recognizes the existence of our enemies! ”

"Let the officials of the Ministry of the Interior die! Let those bureaucrats go back to their tents and themselves! We're here to fight! Win the battle! ”

With the stunned expressions of the commanders, Menno Kuhoun tapped on the table.

"Your Majesty will understand me, gentlemen. Because His Majesty also wants to win, very much wants to win. ”

With the endorsement of the marshal's leader, everyone present exchanged glances with each other, everyone was the elite of the elite, and the tone was quickly reset.

"The north looks like it's still in the age of the wilderness, first the monsters that emerge one after another, and then the warriors who seem to be in the age of mythology."

The officers began to express their opinions, but the heavy atmosphere remained.

Destroy the entire division with the power of one person. Who doesn't tremble when they hear this?

"We don't know the limits of his power, nor do we know where his power comes from, how he attacks, how long it lasts. In short, I don't know anything! The only thing I know is that in a head-on confrontation where no one runs, not a single division is his opponent, which is already a decisive combat force in a large-scale battle. ”

Nilfergaard's military system, in descending order, is: army groups, corps, divisions, brigades, and so on.

The Nausicaa Brigade, which had 500 knights killed by Rann in the first battle, was a noble cavalry brigade.

The weight of a division can be regarded as a real backbone in any scale of battle.

"So in order not to let him disturb our next general battle with the Northern Alliance, we must eliminate him as soon as possible!"

Mennon Kuhoun said categorically.

"Of course, of course, gentlemen. This northerner is as powerful as a hero who jumped out of a mythical story, who is not afraid? But the question is: is it useful to be afraid? Are you afraid that you won't be able to fight?! ”

"Can you not fight? No way! Because the situation has been forced here! Is it okay to procrastinate? No way! Because the enemy will not agree! Then we have only one way, and that is to win! ”

"Hero of the Northerners, does this make you scared?"

For the Nilfgaards, this sentence was enough to furnish their self-esteem.

The marshal looked at the group of commanders in front of him, their eyes bursting with anger and flushed faces.

He understood that the fear was gone, at least temporarily.

Now is a good time to decide on a plan.

So Menno Kuhorn clicked on the map in front of him and summoned the non-commissioned officers.

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