In response to this large-scale battle, Lane has completed the dismemberment of Nilfgaard's chain of command.

At the beginning, the Nilfgaard army once took the lead because of the superiority of the communication system, and won many battles, almost pressing the balance of victory to the end.

But then, in their communication system, the Warlock who was the node was killed indiscriminately.

On the way of Lan's continuous breakthrough and advance, at least a dozen warlocks and commanders of the positions have been hacked to death by him on the spot, and the positions have also been scattered by the follow-up 'Ember' troops.

More than a dozen positions, even on this huge battlefield, it is not a small place.

The Northern Coalition had a chain reaction due to a series of command failures, but the Nilfgaard army also had a breach in the front line due to the loss of these dozen positions.

And the problem is expanding.

Because their general command has not given an order for a long time, all the troops below have expressed great unease about this phenomenon.

The commanders had to engage in frequent pacification and concealment to barely maintain the stability of the army's morale.

Later, the General Command did send a message.

But the content of this news is very different from what all the grassroots commanders expected.

"The enemy has the means to track the location of the Warlocks, so from this moment on, Warlock-based communications are no longer available, and Warlocks begin to be incorporated into the army as ordinary combat power. The time has come, for the honor of Nilfgaard! For the Great Sun Wheel! We'll start charging in an hour! ”

The commanders could barely understand this order.

Because this is a general battle with a total of more than 100,000 people, the scale of the battlefield is so large that everyone can't understand the whole picture.

Perhaps only the General Command can see more and farther because of sufficient intelligence support.

Therefore, these grassroots commanders actually lack a sense of the general direction of the progress of the entire battle situation.

Is the battle going so smoothly now? Are northerners so unbearable?

This is the first thought that comes to the mind of all grassroots commanders after receiving the order.

In a big battle, the basic process is almost always fixed.

First, the two sides arranged their troops in formation, and then occupied, squeezed, and eliminated each other in the form of positions and battle lines.

As for the charge of the last wave of streams. Although this stage is highlighted in various literary and artistic works, poems, and dramas, it seems to be the key to heroic performance and decisive victory.

But the commanders actually have a consensus.

The final pack charge is like a confession: a movement announcing victory, not a trumpet announcing the start of the assault.

When the command announced the full charge, it had basically established its absolute superiority in the previous attrition and tug-of-war, and then began to hunt down.

And this time. The battle hasn't even been fought for a day!

It's just that the first day is approaching dark, so it's time to decide the winner?

But why didn't the northern army in front of me feel like it was about to collapse?

After that, no new orders came from the command, as if everyone from the marshal to the staff officer had already determined their own victory, and they were too lazy to give any more news to the grassroots commanders.

And what about the grassroots commanders?

They had been in the invincible Nilfgaard army for a long time, and they preferred to believe that the northern coalition on the other side was surprisingly stubborn than their own army.

Perhaps I encountered the more elite northern troops, so I saw no signs of defeat. But in the big picture, we're definitely going to win.

That's what almost every Nilfgaard Rank Commander was thinking.

Then, literally, under the orders of the command, they began to prepare for the final charge.

"It's like a bunch of ignorant ants that circle around to death, isn't it?"

Night was slowly falling, and Lan En had reunited with his 'embers'.

While he went to hunt down the survivors of the Nilfgaard Command, these good men were still disrupting the positions where they had lost their commanders, preventing them from regrouping.

And only sixty people, with their close cooperation, super high subjective initiative, and the help of the witcher's alchemy bomb and sword oil, there have been no casualties until now.

Speaking of this record, it is the elite of the elite in any country.

After all, the positions that were broken and ravaged by them were also the elite troops of Nilfgaard.

The Black Infantry Archers Regiment and the Daerranny Brigade had just collected a pile of broken flags of the vanquished.

"Yes, sir."

Lincoln stood behind Ranne, looking down on the hill as the Nilfgaard army below had begun to mobilize.

He stuffed dry food into his mouth as he shared it among his horses.

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the horses of their sixty men were even exchanged for their captures on the battlefield.

"Tonight, they will pay with blood. And they won't even know why they're defeated. ”

"Tell me, then, where do you think the fiercest battles will take place?"

Lan En sat down on a rock, [Turbidity] was held in his arms, the sword grid supported his shoulders, and the tip of the sword was stuck in the ground as a support, looking very relaxed.

"Are you teaching me, sir?"

"Just ask."

Lincoln's mouth slowed as he chewed dry food, apparently in serious thought.

"There is no doubt that the charge of the Nilfgaard Legion will fail. The integrity of the front of the Northern Coalition was much better than they thought. The troops that charge blindly are nothing more than scum in front of an intact front. ”

Therefore, the time of the fiercest battle is not the time of charge, but the time when the Nilphgaard want to flee after the rout, and the northern coalition wants to fight the pursuit."

Lan En nodded slightly: "That's right. And where exactly did the most intense conflict take place? ”

Lincoln opened his mouth, and finally bowed his head in a dejected manner, "I'm sorry, my lord. I couldn't get all the topographical maps down. ”

Lan En waved his hand: "It's not your fault, there are too many mountains and hills in this area, and it's normal to not remember it." ”

The first battle of the North and South in the Soden area, in which the Northern Coalition forces suffered a crushing defeat, became known as the Battle of Soden.

However, this time, the north and the south invariably chose this mountainous and hilly area of the Soden region for a battle.

Maybe the North wants to gain an advantage with the terrain, or maybe the South wants to use the terrain to slow down the escape speed of the northerners and strive for a greater number of annihilations.

Before the start of the war, almost no one thought that the invincible army of Nilfgaard would lose, and the general sentiment in the Northern Coalition was that "no one will survive if the Nilfgaard people win anyway, so they will simply fight."

It's all good.

Anyway, right now, and therefore more difficult to run away, it's the Nilfgaard people.

"There is a small hill ten kilometers to the southwest, which the locals call Umbrella Mushroom Mountain."

Lan En said calmly and steadily.

Mentos' data analysis gave him the confidence to make up his mind.

"It was the closest retreat route for the routers, and it was also the best terrain for the northern army to complete the pursuit and encirclement."

"There, the Nilfgaard people who don't want to die in a foreign land will burst out with a crazy desire to survive, hoping to break through the blockade of the north."

Because of this, that little-known hill will surely become the bloodiest and craziest Shura field in this battle.

Lincoln nodded, and he and his companions unconditionally believed Len's reasoning.

"The Night Charge is nothing to look forward to, and there will be no surprises. Sleep and rest, tomorrow is the time to set foot on the battlefield. ”

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