Marshal Mennon Kuhoun, after a short struggle, put aside his uneasiness and began to redevote himself to the unprecedented flow of information in the war.

The feeling of uneasiness came from his own intuition, but after rational and logical analysis, he never understood what the source of his uneasiness was.

He was a practical man, and he was more inclined to do what he could do at the moment than to be uneasy at the moment.

And he did a good job.

When a large number of low-level warlocks were placed on the side of the various high-ranking commanders by the Nilfgaards, their command and intelligence transmission efficiency was improved like never before.

The improvement of information transmission efficiency leads to the improvement of organization.

Originally, some small-scale sudden operations could only rely on the on-the-spot performance of grassroots soldiers to force each other's hard tops.

But now, the Nilfgaard were able to receive direct orders from the higher commands.

These commanders looked at the situation of the war as a whole, and they held the winners and losers of every battle in their hands.

The result was devastating for the Northern Coalition Army.

Many of the armies of the northerners met with the Nilfgaard in the course of the movement.

It stands to reason that no one can be sure what the other party is in this kind of emergency. Is the other party on the way to a mission? Or is it a withdrawal after playing? Or come prepared and stay in front of yourself?

I can't be sure, and I don't dare to bet.

So you can only start fighting.

But the Nilfgaard people could get orders from their superiors at this time to retreat temporarily without entanglement.

Then more Nilfgaard troops were notified and rushed to their aid. Fight more and fight less, and eat up a large force of the Northern Coalition Army with very small losses.

Because the support of the Nilfgaard was so quick that many of the commanders of the Northern Coalition did not even have time to give the order to break out.

In addition to small units, the larger corps operations also widened the gap because of the advantage of information transmission efficiency.

Each hedge between the two clans brings not only damage to each other, but also information about the other.

Which section of the battle line, which troops were beaten into what they looked like, their equipment information, and the combination of troops.

This information was aggregated over the course of the Nilfgaard Legion's many battles with the Northern Alliance, and was then adjusted by Mennon Kuhoorn.

A clever tactician can continuously play a local advantage on a large-scale battlefield, and then turn the entire battlefield into a great advantage leading to victory.

And the efficient circulation of battlefield information allowed Menno Kuhoun to do just that.

Field Marshal Nilfgaard held his somewhat drowsy head, and there was a satisfied smile on his face, which was slightly pale from overuse.

This feeling of controlling the entire large-scale battlefield through information is simply the god of war!

"Is Mennonite Kuhoun on the other side the god of war!?"

At the command post of the Northern Alliance, Foltest yelled in anger.

"Why did he expect anything in the fucking Nilfgaard Military Academy textbooks, and the command records about him together were not as horrible as they are today!"

Foltest's appearance was known as 'majestic and handsome', but now the intense anger and the fear of imminent defeat in his heart made his face twist into a strange look.

For ordinary commanders in this era, intelligence accounts for only half of their cognitive construction of the battlefield situation.

Because the transmission of information is too slow, the remaining half of them have to use their own experience, based on their knowledge of the enemy, and their knowledge of their own soldiers.

It is the norm for orders to fail to keep up with changes in the tide of battle.

This is especially true the larger the scale of the battlefield.

And so far, Foltest served as the commander-in-chief of the campaign. He was wrong almost every time he speculated!

All the battles he thought he could win were almost all lost.

The ripple effect is completely deadly.

The troops that should have been in place were annihilated halfway through, and the defensive line that should have been built was broken through by the enemy

He now feels like a marionette in Mennonite Kuhoorn's hands!

Is this Niefgaard commander so strong?

It's different from what they say in their textbooks!!

In fact, Foltest was able to study his opponent's command records before the battle began, outperforming the vast majority of commanders.

But it's a pity that the gap between his opponent and him now is not actually in his command ability.

The command post of the Northern Coalition was in disarray, and the papers in the hands of the clerks and clerks were scattered all over the place, but no one had time to clean them up, because the next document was even more important.

King Vizmir of Redania was also nominally one of the commanders of the coalition.

But now, this old man, who was in good spirits yesterday, now seems to be extremely sleepy and tired.

He's been on the battlefield for decades, but he's never fought such a strange battle as today.

The gap is too big.

The command ability on the other side made the two kings look like little children who have just entered the battlefield.

"Let the warlocks save the day."

The old king wiped his face in a sleepy manner and whispered.

The position of the Warlocks was a crucial part of their pre-battle arrangements.

They were supposed to assemble on a key unnamed hill and use their powerful mana to inflict maximum damage on the Nilfgaard army that had been cornered in a short period of time.

But judging by current developments, they may be the ones who will be forced to change positions.

And at the other end of the large table at the command post was a man of unusually handsome, burly and athletic physique, in appearance between thirty-five years of age.

He was in the restless, chaotic command post, but his eyes were closed, as if he were leisurely listening to some beautiful note.

After hearing the tired whispers of the old king of Redania, he opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Oh, of course. I led my colleagues to help, and of course I would follow the command. After all, we are all for the victory of the North. ”

He smiled and waved a little in the air, and an iron staff, which looked like it was made of solid material, flew lightly from the edge of the tent into his hand.

Both Foltest and Wizmir looked at him with heavy but expectant eyes.

They all knew that the man in front of them was ambitious, dangerous, and deadly. But at the same time, he was too good to be missing.

Loge Ivan of Wigo Fortez, the youngest member in the history of the Society of Talents and Skills.

He is also the initiator and leader of the twenty-three warlocks who came to participate in the war this time.

The two kings in charge of the Northern Coalition are hoping that Wigo Fortez can save the war, which is on the verge of collapse.

However, as Wigo Fortez stood up with a smile on his face, his movements suddenly froze for a moment.

The deep, mysterious eyes looked to the side, and it seemed as if they had penetrated the tent cloth of the command post and reached a great distance.

"What's wrong?"

Foretest keenly noticed the stiffness of this moment, and asked aloud.

"Nope." A slight glimmer of chaotic magic flashed in Vigo Fortez's eyes, and he said thoughtfully. "Nothing, maybe it's just an illusion."

But is that really a delusion?

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