Chapter 1192 1174. Connected information
“Are you all okay?”
Lan En walked from the front of the team and looked at the dwarves, Saskia, and a small number of elves and half-elves in the team.
"Okay, we didn't kill anyone." Yarpan ca out of the embrace with Zoltan, and he looked at Lan En who was approaching with low interest.
"Thank you for running out to have fun with that sorceress. When the fire breaks out, no one in the team can suppress the fire."
"I know you have just experienced a battle and almost lost a friend, so you are in a bad mood now." Lan En heard the sarcasm in Yarpan's words and shook his head. "But I did have sothing important at the ti, Yalpen. It was really important."
The dwarf's lips hidden under his lush beard murmured twice, and finally sighed.
"I'm sorry, man. I was really too scared just now. I was afraid of thinking about Dahlberg's mother's eyes, and I was so scared that my whole body trembled."
"It's not your fault, Yarpan."
Lan En patted his shoulder.
"Now, can you tell what happened while I was away?"
The witcher glanced around with an unclear look, "What a coincidence."
"There's nothing to say. We had expected this to happen, didn't we?" Zoltan wiped his face, which was covered with soot, with his sleeve.
"The Scoia'tael co in for a surprise attack, and people die on both sides. Then they move away quickly."
Although Zoltan, whose combs were dyed black, has walked away from the gate of hell, he is still open-minded and cheerful.
He shrugged: "It's just that their raid this ti was really clean and tidy, and none of us could react."
No one refuted Zoltan's generalization.
Everyone was leaning against the wreckage of the carriage, or simply sitting on the ground. So were bandaging their wounds, or hurriedly filling their smoky throats with saliva or eating dry food.
Fighting is the most tiring sport.
But this also shows that what he said is generally correct.
But Lan En was keenly aware that sothing was wrong.
He tilted his head: "Are you saying that the Scoia'tael ca and retreated suddenly? Only a few dozen corpses were left behind?"
"That's what happened." Yarpan said, still holding a piece of unburned canvas in his hand, and beckoning other dwarves to sort things together.
"But that's not right."
"What's wrong?" Zoltan walked towards Yalpan to help, and said nonchalantly as he passed by Lan En's legs, "Guerillas, don't they just pay attention to a sudden attack, fast in and fast out?"
"Sudden attack, quick advance and quick retreat. This summary of the guerrillas is correct." Lan En knelt down and stroked the sword marks on the wreckage of a carriage with his palm. "But this is not Scoia'tael strategy."
"ah?"
Zoltan looked confused.
"The Scoia'tael have a small number of people, but they have to cause damage to a huge number of humans. Every attack they make is precious. In other words, every attack is planned to achieve the maximum results."
Lan's fingers tapped the broken wheel.
"They cannot disrupt the enemy through constant harassnt like conventional guerrillas. Instead, they pursue victory through one, only, well-prepared attack. Otherwise, the scarce manpower will not be able to circulate at all."
"But what about this ti? They obviously launched a hasty attack without much reconnaissance and planning."
At this ti, the dwarves who were still busy gradually stopped what they were doing, and were a little stunned as they savored Lan En's words.
Yalpen and Zoltan looked at each other and scratched their heads.
That seems to be the case?
They are all dwarves who have spent a lot of ti in the human world. The world is not going well, and a guerrilla force will pop up in so small country out of nowhere.
Or simply professional officers with military training organized a group of deserters to beco gangsters and gangs.
Basically, it is the model of guerrillas in their perception.
They have also encountered Scoia'tael attacks before, and their style is indeed very different from these things.
But Lan En now looked deeper and pointed directly at the differences between the Scoia'tael's guerrilla style and that of other guerrilla groups and gangs.
People who have seen the world can feel it after being reminded.
The group of dwarves led by Yarpan have seen the world.
"You said that." Zoltan wiped his face, and his sleeves were stained with black ash. "It seems to be true!"
"Then they," Yalpen also scratched his beard, "the Scoia'tael, why did they violate their long-standing tactical habits?"
"Yes, why? This is not the fighting style of the Scoia'tael. It is not to achieve the maximum result with one blow, but it is like..."
Lan En said, looking at the broken wheel in front of him.
The wheel was originally mounted on a carriage, but now that I scanned the whole place, there were countless wreckage of the carriage.
The ordnance, bread, dried vegetables, cheese, and water bags originally contained on it were scattered on the ground.
"On the contrary, it seems to be delaying ti!"
Delaying Ti The Scoia'tael, who should have been striving to resolve the battle quickly, began to delay.
After this information was extracted by Lan En, it was imdiately incorporated into the information chain that ntos had been building in his brain. Suddenly, Lan En's eyes widened under his hood, as if he understood sothing.
He reached out and turned over the broken wheel in front of him, because there was a Scoia'tael arrow stuck in the wooden wheel on the other side.
At this mont, Triss, who had been using magic to temporarily relieve Buchter's pain, also trotted over, holding a broken arrow stained with blood and fresh muscle fibers in her hand.
"You have no idea what I found!"
As she spoke, she approached Lan En and stretched out her hand holding the broken arrow.
"I think I already know." Lan En said calmly, while reaching out and pulling out the arrow that was shot on the spoke of the wheel.
Triss brought the arrowhead stained with blood and flesh to Lan En, and placed the two arrows together.
On the arrowhead of the triangular pyramid, a thin needle bounced off each edge.
It was exactly the sa as the arrow they found in that area!
In an instant, although there were still many things that were not understood, ntos had collected enough information to form an information chain.
Lan En stood up suddenly and walked towards the rear behind the forward team, which was more chaotic and had more baggage personnel.
"Hey, what are you going to do, buddy?" Zoltan called from behind, "They're busy back there too!"
"He is going to save your lives!" Triss shook her head at the dwarves and followed them quickly.
The anxious look clearly established a master-slave relationship between the two.
The dwarves, as well as Sakia and the other mbers of the forward reconnaissance team, all raised their eyebrows and blinked at this scene.
After all, this thing seems to be a little different from the ambiguous illusion they had before.
"Uh, Sakia." Yarpan approached the female warrior who fought alongside him just now, pulled her hand and asked, "I can vaguely feel that his identity is not simple, but let the always arrogant sorceress "Like this"
Yarpan's bearded face looked a little distorted, and it seed that he had been in contact with the sorceress group before. The character traits of this group of people are very clear.
"Have you been in contact with him for the longest ti? Do you have any gossip?" The dwarf rubbed his fingers in a subtle way.
"I disappoint you, Yarpan." Sakia frowned and looked at the backs of Lan En and Triss walking together, "I don't know his na yet."
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Go all the way to the rear of the convoy.
What Yalpen said was true. The Scoia'tael seed to have preditated the attack on the rear convoy more violently than the forward one.
But this thod of focusing on destroying vehicles and baggage also confird Lan En's guess.
Along the way, Siward's soldiers or followers expressed surprise that Triss was following Lan.
But on the other hand, they all looked at the two of them with repulsion and disgust.
After all, Triss had agreed before that she would be hosted by Siward as a magic support and royal ssenger sent by Foltest.
But now, when the Scoia'tael attacked, no one saw any performance of the sorceress who was rumored to be 'important and powerful'.
Many people didn't even see her at all.
So people who already had a bad attitude are now even more serious.
"Look who this is?" When he walked to the center of the convoy, amidst the chaos and debris, Knight Taylor said with an unfriendly expression.
There were burnt black marks on his blood-red cloak, and his armor was stained with blood.
"They said they were warlocks who wanted to give us spell support, but in the attack just now, we neither saw the fire suppressed nor the horses and livestock cald down!"
"Have you **** forgotten all your evil and dirty witchcraft because you were enjoying yourself with this man?"
A circle of white rose knights surrounded Duke Seeward. This middle-aged man could not hide his tiredness and blackened marks on his face.
In normal tis, he would 'stop' the knights who believe in the eternal fire from disrespecting the royal advisors at the appropriate ti.
But today it seems that he is also resentful in his heart, so that up to now he is just looking here coldly, not even bothering to act like he didn't see him by turning his head.
But at this mont, there is no doubt that Triss does not want to beat around the bush with this important duke in Teria.
After all, the person in charge has changed now.
Knight Thales, who sprayed venom on Triss and looked at the witch with hatred, turned his head and found a tall figure standing in front of him, blocking his entire field of vision.
Under the hood, a pair of slightly shiny cat eyes looked down at him.
"I have to discuss sothing with Duke Seeward right now. Please get out of the way."
Lan En said calmly.
Taylor was a little surprised when he looked at Lan En's cat eyes, but he still didn't take it too seriously.
"It's Prince Siward!" He emphasized emphatically, "And do you really think that you can have the honor of eting the prince just by sleeping with evil magic users a few tis?"
"Do you think anyone will give you face because of that devil's power? Then you are wrong, you bitch's lackey!"
Lan En's face was expressionless.
He just nodded to show that he understood what Thales ant, and looked at Siward who was surrounded by the circle, and found that he didn't an to care.
Then the witcher spoke softly.
"Kill five first."
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