Fringilla's response gave Menno Cuhoun some confidence again.

After all, the Warlocks around the Commander are not like ordinary second-rate Warlocks, and Frigila Vigo is a high-level spellcaster who can open portals in mid-air.

There's a portal here, so why won't the command post be terminated, right?

Maybe that's what he thinks, maybe he's being coerced by so many of his men in his command post that he has to think so.

In short, the rhythm of the battle can't be disturbed by a witcher who pops up out of nowhere.

It's a huge war that represents great benefits.

No one can get out of it.

Menno Kuhoun had no choice but to adapt and move the mobility forces available to his men to his side, trying to build an impregnable line of defense around his command post.

And all that. It's just another trick that has been induced.

"Have you mastered it?"

Rann confirmed in his mind and Mentos, who was making calculations on the spot.

The voice of the biological brain returned to the state they had been in for a long time, with a kind of exhaustion and stuttering.

It took half an hour to develop a personalized training plan.

Today, the requirements of the subject still squeeze its computing power to the limit.

"Yes sir, I have calculated the efficiency of communication between the warlocks, the interval between their communications, and the amount of information communicated at one time. Everything was planned. ”

As a result, Lincoln and the others, who were following behind, were stunned to find that their journey had become very strange.

Lan, who led them forward, always turned abruptly or even turned around in the following journey.

After continuing to travel for a while, they will change their route and travel speed as if they were urgently avoiding something.

It's like fighting wits against some unseen enemy.

But at the same time, they had to admit that their probability of encountering the enemy began to decrease suddenly, and everyone's physical strength began to recover.

"Your Excellency." Under the suspicion of his comrades behind him, Lincoln had to increase his horse speed and come to Lanne's side to keep up with him.

"Did the Warlocks of the Nilfgaard set up an invisible curse here, or a wraith or something? I feel like we're going around in circles. ”

"No, there's no curse, no spirits, not even a lot of chaos magic here."

Lan En said calmly.

"We're really going around in circles, too."

Even the sporadic encounters with the enemy during this period were calculated and deliberately wanted to be known to the command of Nilfgaard.

Because only by letting the enemy know your limited movements can you control the enemy's movements!

When Lincoln asked him, 'Is it bad to be discovered?' just now, Lane just smiled and didn't speak.

Because he wanted to be discovered by Nilfgaard's command.

If they can't find themselves, they won't be able to 'command' them properly.

"I got the message, [Hunter] is still moving! The direction this time is southeast! Send the Black Infantry Archery Regiment over! ”

"I can't send it! They have been urgently maneuvering for two hours! Even if you reach the position, what kind of combat power can you have?! I can't even pull the bow! ”

"And what other legions? You have to put a gap on the top! ”

"Delvinny Brigade! Get them on! ”

The news was poured out of Friengira's mouth one by one, then recorded by the clerk, and then the staff officers made decisions based on the information on the situation.

This was originally a logical and clear procedure with clear powers and responsibilities, but now, the command post has become a mess.

A staff officer tugged at his black-and-white bow tie to make his breathing easier.

He looked as if he had been in a casino for days and nights, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and his whole body looked like he was about to be boiled dry.

"Where the hell does he want to go. This is a cunning mouse! ”

On the battle map on the table, in addition to the black Nilfgaard army and the red Northern Alliance, there is also a gray force rampaging across the map.

There are only more than 60 people in that force, but it is accurate to say: there is only one person who deserves attention!

The map, which was originally changed every 20 minutes, is already the result of a great increase in the efficiency of information exchange.

However, after the introduction of the variable Lann, the new map was already uncluttered by the staff officers in less than five minutes after it was rolled out.

And on the increasingly messy drawings, no one who was tormented by the tense nerves noticed that the defense line they had originally built was slowly being dismantled more and more loosely by themselves.

A communication system that is far more advanced than the ancient method will unleash and strengthen the commander's desire to command like never before.

The details of the front line that I didn't know and couldn't control before can now be shown in front of my eyes, who can bear it, commanders?

It's a thrill.

However, there is a limit to the amount of work an average person can efficiently accomplish in a day.

The movement of each combat unit affects the whole body, after all, this is not in the occupied zone where absolute superiority is occupied, but in the operation of a general battle!

Who's gone? Who's on top? Who should be preserved? Who can give up? Which position doesn't matter?

And under Lan En's seemingly messy, but in fact, ulterior motives, everyone in the entire command post was unconsciously consuming their brainpower.

As a result, attention is distracted and reaction speed is slow

So much so that in the midst of a long period of busyness, a question suddenly popped up in the command post of this vegetable market.

"Wait, how long has it been since word from you [Lord Hunters]?"

Dead silence fell like a curtain that had fallen suddenly.

Everyone, including the dizzy Menno Cuhoun and Frigila Vigo, all looked at the clock.

Half an hour.

In the busy affairs of contact, analysis, aftermath, remediation, and so on that arise from the frequent movement of troops, all of them recovered from the dizzy and high-intensity mental work.

That is the culprit who made them carry out this series of army movements. It's been half an hour since there was no intelligence!

A staff officer broke free from the dead silence and grabbed the neck of a clerk next to him, his face as if he wanted to eat him!

"Flip through the records! See if you missed it? Come on! ”

Mennon Cuhoun was more direct, with him still a few tables away from Frigila in the center of the field.

But at this time, he was already shouting at the sorceress, "Open the portal!" Quick Open"

Nilfgaard's famous general no longer had to take chances, and after realizing that the witcher had created a thirty-minute gap in their information, he immediately prepared to transfer the command post.

However, time is running out.

The computation of the biological intelligence brain, combined with the emotional sensitivity and battlefield experience of the emperor's son, has allowed a certain team to penetrate through the loose protective net!

"Boom !!"

A sound like a church bell rang out outside the tent of the command post!

This was followed by the loyal battle cries of the warriors, followed by the screams and cries of pain.

Even if they hadn't seen anything, everyone could hear it: the camp had been breached surprisingly fast!

A hideous line of blood spilled on the cloth of the camp tent at the command post. The terrible bright red on the tarpaulin made everyone's faces turn pale and their legs tremble.

There was no longer time to hesitate, and according to the battle advice given by Mennon Kuhoun, the master tactician, Frigila immediately raised her hands slightly.

A gust of wind began to sweep through everything at the sound of the incantation.

Large-scale overlay spells, this thing doesn't have to think about whether it can react or not.

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