Chapter 629 631. Reverence
Under the leadership of nno Kuhorn, a legendary alumnus and textbook figure, the officers began to abandon their fear and actively engaged in discussing the topic of "how to use the military to deal with a super-sized individual."
"We can always die with numbers!" an officer vowed. "How much strength do we have? Those scattered Yankees don't even dare to think about it."
"We not only have regular armies, but also servant armies transferred from subordinate countries, and slave armies! No matter how powerful he is, if we add these worthless human lives, we will always get results!"
The other young officer was much more sensible.
"The most important question is: if he wants to run away, how can we stop him? And what is the principle behind his tracking of our command? Killing is not scary to us, even killing a division is not scary. It is scary. The best thing is that he can find our command level!"
"When he finds us, how can we escape from him?"
nno Kuhorn was quite sure that the word the young man originally wanted to use was by no ans a neutral word like 'retreat'.
Magic! A staff officer pinched his chin and said loudly.
Dont even think about it, such a powerful individual cannot have anything to do with magic! His power cos from magic, and the thod of tracking our command must also be magic. Maybe we should prepare a lot of magic-blocking gold.
An argunt that sounded feasible at first, but was quickly refuted.
Stop this stupid idea. Do you want us to abandon the help of magic in the war?
"We don't have magic, but the Yankees still have it. Magic gold can protect us from direct harm from magic, but as long as the northern warlocks work together to change the local weather, can this armor be worn? Can we still wear it without armor? Is it necessary to fight?"
"Let see, why don't we mobilize so warlocks from the country and let them monitor the magic on the battlefield to determine what is going on with that person and carry out magic counterasures if necessary!"
This tent gathered a small group of the most elite and top-notch people from the Imperial Military Academy for several years.
Their wisdom collided under the new combat requirents, sparking inspiration.
Magic, a power that transcends ti, is often limited to crude forts on the battlefield. But today, these staff officers and commanders began to look at this magical power from a new application perspective.
Great! Thats the answer I want, boys!
nno Kuhorn patted the shoulders of the people around him vigorously, and looked around with encouraging eyes, looking at each officer.
"We have many outstanding talents who have received elite education, many smart minds born from training, learning, learning experience, and familiarity with war cases. Your battlefield sense allows you to keenly find the enemy's flaws, just like wolves! "
The wonderful discussion you had today is enough to open a class in the military academy!
The marshal pointed to the map on the table.
"And we still have sufficient troops. The servant army and slave army will beco experintal tools for you to test your ideas! Let us find that person, force him to his strength and limit, hold him back, and consu him!"
"He is just one person, which ans he only has one life! One chance! And we have countless opportunities!"
At the end of the sentence, the marshal couldn't help but clenched his fists, and the corners of his mouth curved as if he was sure of victory.
Lets hunt for heroes, gentlen!
"yes!"
The chorus of answers shook the tent.
Near the border of Sintra, an army with a black background and a yellow sun flag is clad in hard-edged armor, their armor and weapons shining brightly in the winter sun.
A group of people escorted a convoy filled with grain and grass, walking noisily on the road in the forest.
Its as obvious as a fishermans nest, isnt it, Lincoln?
In the distant woods, Lan En stood on the thick branches of a big tree and looked towards the direction of the motorcade.
At the sa ti, he said to the bottom of the tree without looking.
"Yes, my lord. To your keen eyes, the actions of the Nilfgaardians are extrely superficial."
The forr secretary, who was half a boy, was flattering like a hymn under the big tree.
This tone made Lan En, who was standing on the branch, shiver all over, but he opened his mouth, but nothing ca out. He is still the character who will not adapt to being flattered by others, but the problem is that Lincoln's flattery is not a joke between friends, nor is it ant to make him stand down.
But its true! Literally speaking to him in the spirit of singing hymns to the gods!
Now, respect this boy as if you were a god!
In fact, not only him, basically since the day of the crater fire, each of the more than 60 warriors left behind by Haxo faced him with this ntal state.
When he returned to his place and joined them that day, they imdiately knelt down before him.
As he raised his head, the complex emotions contained in those exciting, passionate, and grateful eyes almost overwheld him.
They acted with the idea that even if they had to survive, they would take Haxo's war records with them.
There is no need to say anything about the passionate emotion of putting life and death at risk.
But Lan En turned around and left, and ca back again within half a day, and told them: You were originally burdened with the blood debt of the entire refugee group, but I just paid off the debt alone.
From that mont on, everyone, including Lincoln, looked at him with a strange look.
Later, he said that he would stay and fight guerrillas, and the sixty wounded soldiers all followed him without even frowning.
Then, one victory after another!
Victory, this word seems to have a magical quality.
Soldiers on the battlefield are willing to abandon everything for this word! Throughout the ages, as long as they can continue to win, the image of the leader in the eyes of the soldiers being led will be continuously elevated and elevated!
As for the results Lan En led them to achieve, these people probably would never even dare to think about it in their lifeti.
So now, the worship of victory, the worship of Lan Ens personal charm, the worship of strength
Although they could even talk and laugh on weekdays, when Lan En and they looked at each other casually, the almost fanatical look in their eyes seed to always exist.
This state of affairs makes Lan En feel uncomfortable all over. He has never been interested in personality worship.
Can you speak nicely, Lincoln?
Lan En squatted down on the branch of a tree, lowered his head and looked helplessly at the half-grown boy who was looking up at him.
Did my tone bother you? Im deeply sorry.
Theres no need for such a solemn apology, just be more casual.
Finally, Lan curled his lips, while Lincoln just smiled and said nothing.
This is a silent rejection.
Rejecting the request of the object of your enthusiasm may sound very unfanatic.
But for Lincoln and others, what made them fanatical was the quality shown by Lane himself.
The fanatical reverence for these qualities is a decision made deep within themselves and has nothing to do with anyone else. Therefore, Lan En's own objection was like a breeze to them -
You can say it if you like, but we wont change it anyway.
With a pop sound, Lan En patted his forehead helplessly.
Take a deep breath to prevent yourself from getting mad at this group of subordinates who are sotis too obedient and sotis too rebellious.
Opening his eyes again, the witcher's slightly changed cat eyes regained their sharpness.
Lets talk about the details later. Now, lets see how to do things.
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