Lane acted unhurriedly in response to Menno Kuhoorn's question.

He even took out an oilcloth from the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and gently wiped the wide sword surface of the [Turbidity Current] to clean it thoroughly.

"You don't seem ready to kill me."

Menno Kuhoun said blankly, as if he had lost the ability to express his emotions. Not nervous or angry. It's just wooden.

"Rann of Sintra, I have destroyed your country. How? Not ready to do something? ”

The witcher paused to wipe his sword, but then regained his fluidity.

"I wanted to explain to you that I'm not from this country, and that the name was originally just a catch. But then I think about it, I've done a lot for this country, and according to the law, I even have the title of this country, so this name should be fine. ”

"But you said, 'I'm not going to do anything?'"

The witcher's cat's eyes rolled slightly, and he squinted at Marshal Nilfgaard, who was kneeling on the ground.

"I have brought you to the brink of defeat, and your war has been de facto lost. All that's left is to finish the failed process. ”

Rann slowly lifted the [Turbidity Current] up, and the not-sharp tip of the sword pressed close to Menno Kuhoun's helmet.

The great sword was so wide that even this kind of unhurried movement could bring a slight 'whirring' sound.

With a 'click', the tip of the [Turbidity Current] pressed against the marshal's helmet, and Lan En relaxed slightly, so Menno Kuhoun's head was deeply weighed down by a portion of the weight of the greatsword.

And at this time, even the marshal, who had already entered a state of wood, began to tremble instinctively.

Even though his mind has temporarily become abnormal due to the impact, his physical body still remembers. Remember what this sword has done!

The body's reactions begin to be out of the control of the mind.

"But I will spare your life and let you return to Nilfgaard, Marshal Menno Kuhoun."

The witcher calmly read out his decision.

Menno Kuhoun himself, who was declared alive, suddenly stopped trembling at this time.

He gathered all his strength, and in the harsh sound of metal grinding, he forcefully pressed against his helmet, and pushed the tip of the [Turbidity Current] sword up inch by inch, looking directly into Lan En's eyes.

"You want to humiliate me? Humiliate my honor?! ”

The eyes were no longer blank, but bloodshot and red.

"If you want me to go back to China and bear the infamy, then you might as well kill me right here! Do it! ”

He looked so excited, as if he was about to get up from the ground and rush to Ran.

But no matter how much he struggled, the [Turbidity Current] in Lan's hand pressed against his helmet in a very steady manner.

And as the strength in his hands became lighter and lighter, Menno Kuhoun was still pressed down and lowered his head.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, loser."

Lan En looked down at his body, trembling from the immense pressure on his helmet.

"I didn't let you go out of banter or some kind of bullshit aristocracy. I want you to know this: I let you go because I want you to make a difference. ”

"Don't get me wrong, I never expected you to be a spy or anything, that would be too wasteful for someone like you."

"It's kind of funny. I let you go, just because you're one of the few sane in the Nilfgaard army. ”

"Y-What are you talking about?"

Mennon Kuhoun seems to understand, but he doesn't want to. He asked incredulously rhetorically.

"I said: Look at what the corpses in this place want to decide before they die? They are risking the lives of 50,000 people in your empire to gamble that they will still have a great future! ”

Lan En said coldly.

"It's good to go alone, lose control, and go down. Your army is on the verge of madness, Mennonite Cuhoorn. For the sake of military merit and status, is there anything that senior officers can't do? ”

"I know that the expansion of the Nilfgaard Empire will not stop, and I also know that it is delusional to want to bring down a stable empire in a short period of time."

"But I'm letting you go now, all I want is you, a rare sanity, to give your army a little more sanity if necessary. At least when they want to do something less human. You can use your position and prestige to suppress the heat. ”

"Or at least, you should use your influence at home and tell them. I'm watching, and what I can do. ”

The weight pressed on the helmet is gone.

Mennon Cuhoun lifted his sore neck, sore from the weight, trying to see the departing back.

"What about our people? 50,000 people! 50,000 families! ”

"They look at their luck, if they can survive the rout, forget it, if they die, they will die, that's all. You live because you're useful, they're just a bunch of big soldiers who have committed crimes in war. Besides, after doing those things, when faced with punishment, he talked about family. It's also ridiculous and disgusting. Don't make me spit out, Marshal. ”

Mennon Kuhoun's iron-gloved fingers dug deep into the humus of the dead forest floor, unwilling but fearful.

He would have had one more question.

Isn't Lane worried that when he returns, he will re-enter the upper echelons of the army with this new communication system and become a formidable enemy?

The potential of this communication system, even though it has only been born in his hands for less than a day, but he has already vaguely seen the infinite potential contained in it with his sense of war!

Isn't Lan afraid that he will rely on the system and foundation of an entire empire to realize this potential?

But when the words came to his lips, Menno Kuhoun opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything until Lann disappeared into the dead forest again.

Because he actually knows the answer in his heart, but he doesn't want to admit it.

The witcher just wanted him to discipline and fight in the follow-up battles of the Nilfgaard army. And the resulting increase in combat effectiveness.

He doesn't care at all!

No matter how strong the Nilfgaard army became, it didn't seem to care to him.

"It wasn't the supernatural forces that led him to Command, it wasn't that it had nothing to do with those things"

Menno Kuhorn fell to his knees with his head bowed, his eyes blank and muttering.

He muttered a truth that he had just realized.

As the strongest of the Nilfgaard's army in strategy and tactics, he maintained a basic logical thinking ability even now.

Just now, the witcher said, 'It's not hard to deduce the direction of your withdrawal.'

Based on this, and straightening out all the irrational performances of the witchers in the previous battle, he came to the conclusion -

The fundamental principle of Lan's ability to explore and track has nothing to do with the so-called supernatural.

That's pure, terrifying battlefield smell!

But this answer made Menno Kuhoun desperate even more than the so-called supernatural abilities.

Supernatural abilities can still be targeted and cracked, but how to target battlefield intuition based on a person's basic qualities?

Unless your battlefield instincts are stronger than his! It's really stronger!

In the previous few hours, with the help of the communication system he had formed, he had hung two battle-hardened and gifted northern kings as children!

But at the same time, the witcher used their entire command post as a monkey when their intelligence was extremely limited!

Mennon Kuhoun realized. The incomparable gap, and the powerlessness that comes with it.

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