Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 182 Selling teammates’ time

The Lord Protector looked at the royal knights as if they were arrows from the bow, crashing into Nilfgaard's black array.

In the eyes of the Protector, the royal knights were like the light that dispelled the darkness. In front of this steel team, the black army melted like it was facing the scorching sun.

So much so that the Lord Protector had an illusion, as if the armies of the gods descended from the sky to help the northerners destroy the invaders from the south.

Herme felt that in the future, most people who had seen this scene would make up stories or even draw pictures.

"Valentin, put all my reserves into the battlefield. It's time to make a final decision."

The Lord Protector issued new orders, and the regular trumpets sounded, and the Aedirnian reserves moved into action.

In the battle, it is undoubtedly extremely dangerous for the side that rushes into the reserve team, but for Herme, now is the critical moment to defeat the Nilfgaardians.

As long as the Nilfgaardian army in front of them collapses, the Nilfgaardian reserves will inevitably be swept away and retreat, and victory will definitely belong to them.

Hemei knew that this was gambling, but wasn't the so-called strategic decisive battle just gambling? He had been gambling until now, and it didn't matter at all.

Looking at the development of the battle situation on the front line, it was very good, very good. The Protector thought in his heart that he must seize this opportunity and add another fire.

So, he made a decision.

"Everyone follow me! I want to join the battle!"

As soon as Hemei finished speaking, she kicked the war horse beneath her. The war horse knew its owner's habits and immediately started to move.

The Protector's move caught everyone around him off guard. They had no idea that the Protector's Guild would do such a thing, and they directly chose to join the battle without consulting them.

There is no way, even those who least agree with the Lord Protector joining the battle in person can only follow behind the Lord Protector now.

The huge horn sounded throughout the battlefield, and almost all the northerners who heard it subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

And what they saw was that the Lord Protector himself rode his horse into battle, surrounded by guard knights and Vilams, which looked quite majestic.

This undoubtedly further ignited the morale of the soldiers. There is nothing more exciting than the Lord Protector joining the battle in person.

The Protector was originally a famous general in the north. He had never experienced a defeat since he entered the battlefield.

Behind the Protector is the last reserve team of Aedirn. The presence of this force gave people more confidence.

"It's time for us to perform, boys! For the Lord Protector! For the North!"

The officers roared in the queue, and the soldiers roared in response, which shows the high morale of the soldiers.

This new force was like injecting powerful medicine into the northerners, and the fighting spirit and morale of the northern army reached another climax.

And as the Lord Protector entered the battle, many Weilang people also pushed the artillery to the front line, performing the specialty of the Aedian army. The cannons were equipped with bayonets. In front of these artillery pieces that sprayed cannons, no matter how elite the men in black were, they were powerless. .

Correspondingly, the situation of the Nilfgaardians is getting worse and worse.

In front of the Nilfgaardian generals, the battlefield situation is crazily rotten, and the rottenness is like a plague, spreading unscrupulously there.

The Aedirnian armored knights ran wildly behind the Nilfgaardian army, defeating the Nilfgaardian army formations one after another.

As a result, the northerners became more willing to fight. They fought wildly and caught up with the fleeing Nilfgaardians. The people in black scratched the ground with their fingers out of fear, but they still could not avoid having their heads chopped off by the northerners.

More people were being beaten into pieces by the northerners' artillery. The brave Nilfgaardian soldiers wanted to seize the artillery, but in front of them were tall lizard men. In such a fierce and short battle, the Nilfgaardian soldiers What the Fugardians achieved was a complete defeat.

The remnant soldiers led by Selchik also began to move. They gathered their last strength and launched a large-scale assault on the Nilfgaardians, and successfully came out of the center to bloom.

The only regret is that during the battle, Selchik was unfortunately hit in the chest by a bullet from the sky, and saw the white knight fall, which once caused a devastating blow to the morale of the northerners.

The bullets came from the Nilfgaardian hot air balloons in the sky. Both the North and the South intended to install special shooters on the hot air balloons. Although such a long distance made the hit rate of even special muskets extremely low, there was always a possibility of success.

If you don’t look at it now, it’s just a success.

But the arrival of the Protector and reinforcements immediately resolved the crisis.

When he heard that Selchik was injured, the Lord Protector's heart tensed up to his throat, and he was relieved when he was sure that Selchik was only injured, not dead.

The Nilfgaardians are losing, and the battlefront is collapsing.

The entry of another queen into the battle made the already very bad frontline situation even worse. The White Queen of Rivia entered the battlefield with the last reserve team of Rivia.

Miwei was originally a brave and capable warrior, but when she saw her son Wilm fighting on the front line, she became quite restless.

She had made the decision to join the battle long before the Lord Protector.

The Rievians quickly made a way for their queen. At first, the Nilfgaardians thought this was an opportunity to attack and rushed over, but in the end they found that it was Queen Meve who appeared in front of them. and his heavy cavalry.

The arrival of this legendary figure made the situation even more unfavorable to the man in black.

"My mother is really awesome. She is still so powerful."

After Wilm chopped off a Nilfgaardian's head at once, causing the long sword in his hand to become useless, he looked at the flag of Rivia and said.

"Your Majesty has always been like this."

Knight Odo quickly handed him a spear and continued.

"Then I have to work harder."

After finishing speaking, Wilm rode his horse and rushed towards the Nilfgaardian army, bravely leading the way to fight.

The battlefield is still so enthusiastic, with the roar of muskets and cannons, people shouting to kill, and the flashes of magic, but the Nilfgaardians are getting closer and closer to defeat.

"Where did those Aedirn knights come from? Are there no scouts in the forest?"

On the other side of the battlefield, things were not so good.

Hawat's tone made everyone present feel as if they were in an ice cellar, feeling extremely cold.

Therefore, everyone lowered their heads as much as possible to prevent the marshal from noticing their presence.

Looking at the appearance of these subordinates, Hawat became even more angry. He once wanted to explode, but looking at the battle situation in front of him, he still swallowed it.

"Marshal, please make a decision. Should we retreat or send a reserve team?"

The marshal's staff asked. They are the marshal's own people, and they are more concerned about the current battle situation. In their opinion, the more important thing now is to make a decision on the battle situation.

Whether to retreat immediately or to send out all reserves, a choice must be given.

If this continues and the frontline troops collapse, there will be no choice.

Hawat was silent for a while, thinking whether to retreat or continue fighting.

The reserve troops in his hands are basically the emperor's army and the direct descendants of the emperor.

If this power is lost, it will definitely have a negative impact on the emperor.

If we retreat now, we can at least save these direct descendants of the emperor.

But the battle situation in front of them is not desperate. There are still many black-clothed troops who maintain order and combat effectiveness.

If all the reserves in hand are put into the battlefield, victory is still possible.

But this is the same as the Protector opposite, he is gambling.

At this stage, Hawat didn't dare to gamble anymore.

He still remembered that the emperor once told him that these direct descendants of the royal family should be cherished as much as possible and their casualties should be minimized as much as possible.

These direct troops are all from the emperor's most loyal courtiers. Emhyr doesn't want to see these people die too much. If they die too much, the emperor will have to hand over a lot of power even if he wins the war. .

And the most important thing is that if he gave the order to retreat and such a big deal fell, his future would be over, and the emperor might even push him out to take the blame.

Hawat still knows very well what kind of person Emhyr is. If one day he is given up by the "White Flame", it will not be a strange thing at all.But while the marshal was still struggling with what to do, something strange happened on the battlefield.

"Retreat, we retreat, fuck Hawat and Emhyr, we're leaving!"

An officer wearing a winged helmet with a Nilfgaardian sun on his chest plate said, and his words aroused a response from the surrounding soldiers, who did not want to continue fighting.

One of the dangers of absorbing a large number of noble and merchant tribes is reflected in this.

If it were still the original imperial army, then without orders from above, the generals would insist on fighting until the troops collapsed before fleeing.

But these tribes of nobles and merchants are another story.

For these transferred generals, their subordinates represent their political capital.

If everything is lost, then you have no political value. Your master or boss did not send you here just to lead people to death.

In the midst of the astonishment of their comrades around them, they left their comrades behind and left the battlefield without hesitation.

The deserters also attacked the supervising team without hesitation. The supervising team never expected such a large-scale rout, and many people had already been thrown into the battlefield due to the development of the battle, and were immediately scattered by the deserters when they were caught off guard.

Naturally, the northerners would not miss such an opportunity. They immediately attacked and took advantage of the enemy's collapse.

Seeing someone taking the lead, more Nilfgaardians started doing this. They abandoned their comrades and fled the battlefield to save their strength for their master or boss.

The balance of victory and defeat on the battlefield immediately tilted even more unfavorably to the Nilfgaardians.

Seeing this scene, the first thing Marshal Hawat felt was anger. He had been in the imperial army for decades and fought for the empire for decades. This was the first time he had seen such a blatant violation of orders.

But this anger was relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why the marshal breathed a sigh of relief was simple, because what happened in front of him meant that no matter how he was held accountable for the defeat, he could not be traced back to him.

"The collapse of Ebbing's division has caused the entire war situation to collapse. There is no point in continuing to invest troops now. The important thing is to keep the troops we still have."

Hawat was very skillful in defining the nature of this matter.

"So, I have to announce that we can only retreat and abandon the imperial soldiers on the battlefield."

No one raised any objection to the Marshal's words.

If there were people who supported joining the reserve team before, then there is no one now. The situation on the front line is now completely hopeless, and what should be done is to withdraw troops to preserve their strength.

"So, gentlemen, get moving, we have to get out of here as soon as possible."

The marshal took another look at the collapsing battlefield and saw more and more Nilfgaardian soldiers joining the disintegrating tide.

Hawat is not very worried about the collapse of the front line. In the Anglin area, everyone has densely built various fortresses. Now he will lead his troops to those fortresses first and then collect the defeated troops.

However, Hawat also knew that after such a defeat, the morale and fighting spirit of the Nilfgaardian army would be greatly affected, and it would be a long time before such an offensive could be launched again.

But the current task is to survive, and evacuating this dangerous battlefield first is the most important thing.

In this way, the last Nilfgaardian reserve team slowly left the battlefield, and their retreat was very orderly, just like when the imperial army came to the battlefield.

Many soldiers regretted that they were unable to go into battle, but orders had been issued from above, and as soldiers they had no choice but to obey.

With their departure, this battle was completely brought to an end, and the defeat of the Nilfgaardians was announced. All the Nilfgaardians who saw this scene dropped their flags and joined the fleeing team among.

Thus the Northerners gained an unquestionable victory.

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"Lord Protector, the Nilfgaardians have retreated!"

A young soldier stood in front of a pile of Nilfgaardian corpses, and suddenly saw the Protector covered in blood, and he quickly shouted to the Protector excitedly.

Beside him, many corpse raiders were moving among the corpses. These vultures would emerge immediately after the battle. After all, most of the people here were soldiers.

They rushed to collect something valuable before the servants came to clean up the battlefield.

And when they saw the Lord Protector appearing, these people ran away quickly, and they would have to pay a price if they were found to have looted the corpse privately.

The Protector has no intention of pursuing them. Now he has no such intention, so it is extremely rare that he ignores these people.

"I saw it all, boy, cheer for the victory."

Although the Protector was speaking to the soldier, his eyes were always looking at the battlefield in the distance.

Now Harklan riders and Cossacks are harvesting the escaped Nilfgaardian captives.

These professionals were so good at catching people, it could be said that Nilfgaardians fell into their hands one after another.

The young soldiers immediately cheered to see the Lord Protector.

Such cheers are like a virus, spreading on the battlefield.

Soon, cheers for the Lord Protector were everywhere, and even many Livians joined in.

But the face of Lord Protector, who was riding past him, changed. He became not so pretty, but rather depressed.

Of course, this is a victory, there is no doubt about it, but there are still many Nilfgaardians who left the battlefield smoothly.

These Nilfgaardians who left must return to the Anglin fortresses they occupied and strengthen the defenses of these fortresses.

And if there are firm defenders in these fortresses, Nilfgaard's defeated army will undoubtedly be able to gather them.

As for the idea of ​​pushing the Nilfgaardians out of Anglin, it was simply impossible.

After all, in the Second Northern War, he gained a lot with every victory, and gave the Nilfgaardians a hard push.

And with this victory, it seemed that he got nothing but victory.

"Lord Protector, you look very unhappy."

Queen Miwe, who was also covered in blood, came over on horseback. Her armor was covered with various scars, which showed how fierce a battle she had been in.

"We won a tactical victory, not a strategic victory, and the general situation on the battlefield will not change much because of this battle."

Herme sighed and said,
"The only thing we are thankful for is that if the Nilfgaardians want to launch another such offensive, it will have to be at least three months later. For us, the longer this war is delayed, the better."

"That's fine."

Miwei said directly,

"People still have to learn to be content. After I saw the steel giant emitting poisonous smoke, I even thought that we might lose the battle, but now the result is that we have won. Lord Protector, don't be too obsessed with the perfect Pursuit is now the greatest victory.”

"Yes, you're right, I'm a bit over the top."

Miwei's persuasion made Hemei's mind relax a lot. As Miwei said, winning is enough.

After being enlightened by Miwei, Hemei's eyes subconsciously looked at a great sun flag flying on the battlefield.

The flagpole was planted on the ground and was still flying in the air, but the flag's damage showed the fate of its owner.

A detachment of Aedirian heavy infantry passed by the banner, and they did not forget to knock it down.

And as she saw the Great Sun Flag falling, Hemei felt an indescribable pleasure in her heart.

At this point, Herme no longer struggled with why he failed to win a comprehensive victory, because no matter what, the fact now is that he won, and this is enough.

His eyes were full of what he didn't get, but he didn't see what he had already got. To be honest, he did get a lot.

"Thank you very much for your advice, Your Majesty Miwei. Now, let us go back and celebrate our victory."

(End of this chapter)