Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 183 Mutiny
Nilfgaard's great sun drooped dejectedly on the flagpole. The state of this flag exactly reflected the current state of the imperial army.

Although these imperial soldiers who left the battlefield were well organized and equipped, the dejection in their brows could not be concealed.

The spears of the Nilfgaardians were no longer as straight as when they arrived, but were placed listlessly on their shoulders. Many of them walked like a group of zombies, only following orders and moving along the road.

After all, they witnessed a massive defeat for the Imperial forces, then abandoned their comrades and left the battlefield.

Most of these soldiers were direct descendants of the emperor, and many of them were on the battlefield for the first time. Many of them were filled with depression as they suffered such an exaggerated defeat in the first battle.

There were even some young nobles of the City of Golden Towers who openly cursed Marshal Hawat. The officers who were supposed to stop this behavior pretended not to see it because they were disappointed with the defeat.

"How are the soldiers doing?"

Marshal Hawat Mohan asked with a troubled face. His mood was also very low, but he concealed these emotions as much as possible.

As a marshal, others can be depressed, but he cannot.

He had just rode his horse through the army column. When the marshal arrived, many depressed soldiers quickly showed some positive emotions to make themselves look more energetic.

But after the marshal left, it was still up to him.

Some soldiers didn't bother to hide their emotions at all, so they showed their emotions nakedly in front of the marshal.

"It's terrible. Most people have lost their will to fight. If we are attacked by northerners at this time, something unspeakable will happen..."

The staff officer replied, but he was cursing in his heart, didn't you see everything?

Of course, he hid his emotions very well, not at all as clumsy as the marshal.

"Ha, then I should at least be glad that there are so many broken troops behind us to divert our attention."

Hawat told a bitter joke in an attempt to liven up the atmosphere, but everyone responded with silence. In this state, no one was willing to laugh at the joke.

In the end, a few staff officers laughed dryly a few times to avoid completely embarrassing the marshal.

Hawat sighed. He could see that he was not successful in enlivening the atmosphere. If it were not for his status as a marshal, he would even be laughed at.

At this moment, a man wearing an imperial black-gold robe galloped over, changing the situation from the awkward situation just now.
And this man is Alberich, the warlock of the empire and the founder of the Iron Giant.

"In the name of the Great Sun, Marshal Hawat, I need your help."

The warlock looked very anxious, and he said this as quickly as possible.

"In the name of the Great Sun, Alberich, what happened?"

Marshal Hawat was not very angry when facing the Warlock. The Iron Giant's performance on the battlefield was not as invincible as the Warlock said. Coupled with the current failure, he could not help but feel a little angry at the Warlock.

Everyone is angry, so naturally the marshal is also angry.

However, he also knew that his anger was too pointless, so for the sake of unity in the army, he suppressed this emotion.

"I have an Iron Giant stuck in a swamp. It's a precious enhanced version. It's very expensive. I need those giant workhorses to help me drag it out."

Giant packhorse, a war horse that is taller than a person, is now commonly used by both the North and the South to carry artillery.

It can be said that if it were not for this kind of packhorse, many artillery pieces on both sides would not be able to move.

In the Nilfgaardian army, these packhorses belong to the artillery team. If you want to use these packhorses, you can only make a request to Marshal Hawat, the direct leader of the artillery team.

"No, Warlock, the packhorse needs to carry the artillery. Let your iron giant explode."

Mentioning the Iron Giant touched upon something that the Marshal was unwilling to mention, which made his face immediately darken, and then he rejected the Warlock's request without hesitation.

"But, Marshal..."

"Nothing but."

Hawat interrupted the Warlock without hesitation. He did not want to hear any more words about the Iron Giant.

"We don't have much transport capacity to waste on this kind of thing. You don't have to say anything anymore. Go take care of the remaining steel giants."

After saying that, Hawat left Alberich. Seeing the marshal leave surrounded by countless cavalry, Alberich couldn't help but feel resentful.

Hawat treated him as if he were a servant. How could such a powerful warlock accept such an insult?

"Sir, we have not informed the marshal of what happened to us..."

One of Alberich's attendants said, but in a blink of an eye he met Alberich's angry eyes and closed them immediately.

"You don't know those things, and you've never seen those things. Do you understand?"

Under Alberich's look, the attendant nodded quickly to express his obedience to his master's request.

"Humph, Hawat, just ask for your blessings."

Seeing the marshal getting farther and farther away from him, Alberich murmured this, and at the same time, he also had some other thoughts in his heart...

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The Nilfgaardian army finally settled in Viti Fortress.

Viti Fortress is the largest Anglin fortress under the control of the Nilfgaardians. This fortress can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

In order to capture this fortress, the empire concentrated on bombarding it with hundreds of artillery pieces and broke the gate of the fortress before capturing this place.

Then they continued to repair and expand the place, giving the fortress its current huge size.

As they saw the solid city wall, all the southerners could not help but heave a sigh of relief. The city represented safety, and they could finally settle down behind the city wall for a while.

Seeing so many defeated Imperial troops coming, the defenders were shocked, but they still had their qualities, so they immediately opened the gate and allowed the Imperial troops to enter.

After entering the city wall, Hawat breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling safe.

What happened next was very chaotic. During such a wave of retreat, due to various reasons, the organization of the army became more and more chaotic, and a steady stream of broken troops arrived, adding to the organizational chaos. building.

Under such circumstances, Marshal Hawat was completely overwhelmed.

In order to organize, he sent almost all his staff officers and guards down, but even so, things still became a mess.

When the bulk of the resettlement work was temporarily finished, the night was already deep. Marshal Hawat looked at the chaotic sea of ​​tents outside the city, which was more like a northern camp than the empire, and he sighed uncontrollably.

The strict imperial army has become like this.

This made Hawat extremely heartbroken, but facing this fact, he could not change it at all.

After feeling sad for a while, Hawat sat back at the table in the room. He picked up a pen and paper and thought about how to mention what happened here to the emperor.

He could have anticipated the Emperor's wrath, having gathered so many troops, only to have such a defeat.

Hawat could only be grateful that he was the only person available to the emperor now, otherwise he would probably be hanged.

After thinking for a while, Hawat picked up the pen and started writing. In any case, the matter would eventually be reported to His Majesty the Emperor.

While Hawat was writing a report to the emperor, there was a sudden noise outside.

The marshal was not surprised by these noises. Many of the defeated soldiers were full of resentment, and some people's escape was thrilling and thrilling - many people died, as was the case with Anglin.

After all, this is Anglin, and the forest is full of all kinds of murderous intentions and traps. It is difficult to survive by escaping into the forest. Many defeated soldiers fell into this fate.

Therefore, it is normal for someone to start a fight because of their grievances.

"What happened outside?"

Hawat shouted. He walked to the window sill and saw many Nilfgaardian soldiers walking towards here holding torches.

This made the marshal tremble, which was not a good sign. He immediately became cautious and shouted to ask what was going on.

"Riot! Marshal!"

A voice came. Due to the explosive nature of the news, the marshal did not notice that it was an unfamiliar voice. "What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?"

Hawat's tone was full of panic and anger. He quickly opened the door and found several guards waiting for him.

"Some people complained that you led the army to death and abandoned them, so many soldiers responded to their words and decided to come to you to ask for an explanation."

Hawat felt that the situation was getting worse. Damn it, why did it suddenly become like this?

He knew that he was now at a critical moment of life and death. If he failed, his head would be chopped off by these insurgents.

"Where are my guards? Where are the troops loyal to me?"

Hawat subconsciously looked for reliable troops, but the guards just shook their heads.

Hawat suddenly realized his stupidity. Damn it, he didn't let troops loyal to him surround his location. It seemed that he was really busy today.

The marshal hurriedly walked outside. Now he had only one way to survive, which was to appease these angry soldiers.

It seems that he has to make a lot of promises that he doesn't want to make, but it doesn't matter, as long as his troops come to him, none of this is a problem.

Surrounded by the guards, he came to the balcony. From here, he could see countless soldiers gathered below. Seeing Hawat appear, they made a fuss even more violent. There were also some people waving swords and shouting obscene words. .

Hawat breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to speak to the soldiers below, but just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

A dagger was inserted into his back, but before it was over, more daggers were inserted into it. The guards who were supposed to protect Hawat have now become his death gods.

"You...you are not my guards..."

Only then did Hawat realize that he didn't know any of these people, and those people didn't speak, but just stabbed the knife down faster.

Finally, a man cut off Hawat's head and made himself covered in blood.

"Hawat is dead!"

His shout was met with more cheers.

The reason why these people gathered here to assassinate the marshal was very simple. Most of them belonged to the troops who abandoned their comrades on the battlefield. For their leader, only if Hawat died would they have a chance of survival.

Most ordinary soldiers also think this way. If the marshal holds them accountable, they will definitely be finished.

Therefore, there was this assassination, and the chaos after the marshal's death was enough to muddy the waters.

But things didn't go as they expected.

Because a Nilfgaardian cavalry and a group of steel giants quickly appeared behind them and surrounded them.

"Destroy the rebels!"

Someone shouted, and immediately the cavalry and giants rushed forward, aiming at the rebels and starting to slaughter them.

Facing these well-trained soldiers and steel giants, the rebels were retreating steadily. Most of them did not even wear armor or carry weapons. Under such circumstances, they could only face death.

"Lord Gwama, please send cavalry to the coup troops immediately. Those people are not reliable."

Alberich threw a fireball at the rebels, killing several people.

And Gwama, the general who failed to board the battle formation in yesterday's bloody battle, looked at the warlock, wondering what role the warlock played.

Gwama was awakened urgently by Alberich, who told him that there was a rebellion and asked him to lead the cavalry to protect the marshal.

Gwama was very puzzled by Yaboliqi's words. His army was not the strongest, and he was not a heavyweight officer. Why was he looking for him?

However, Gwama still did not have the courage to ignore the words of the chief warlock of the army. He immediately ordered his troops and horses and got ready.

As a result, when they arrived at their destination, they happened to see the marshal's head being lifted up.

The timing was such a coincidence, it was almost like the front and back legs were connected, which made Gwama have to look at the warlock.

He remembered that when the warlock came to him, his team was ready and ready to go at any time.

Originally, relying on the power of those steel giants, it would not be a problem to disperse the rebels and save the marshal.

But he came to find her and took so long, which made Gwama couldn't help but doubt this person.

However, since the marshal is dead, there is no need to dwell on this matter.

Gwama is a very realistic person. He who is passionate has long been buried in the war. Now that things have developed like this, we can only let nature take its course.

"I understand, Lord Alberich."

Seeing Gwama supervising the hunt for traitors, Alberich smiled.

His goal was basically achieved. Hawat was dead, and the group of guys he used were silenced by him. Nothing could be better than this.

However, he did not relax. None of the tasks he set for himself were completed.

There are so many things that need to be done this evening.

This night was a bloody night. The Nilfgaardians began to kill each other on a large scale, and rivers of blood flowed in the fortress that should have been safe.

Many people were killed in their sleep, and some found themselves inexplicably beaten as traitors and then captured and beheaded.

And for some reason, a large number of corpse-eating monsters appeared in the camp. They attacked all Nilfgaardians within sight.

Death ruled the fortress this night. Death was everywhere and corpses were everywhere. People could only survive this difficult night by forming formations according to their respective units to protect themselves.

Even high-ranking military officers were not immune to death, and many died in mysterious circumstances.

Either they were killed in the chaos, or they were captured for no apparent reason and then disappeared, and some were killed by monsters that suddenly appeared.

After this bloody night of death, someone beyond everyone's expectations took control of the army.

This person is Alberich, the chief warlock of the army.

As the first heroes in suppressing the rebellion, Alberich and Gwama played a great role in suppressing the rebellion.

Moreover, due to the previous defeats that resulted in the loss of a large number of senior officers, and the mysterious deaths of many generals during that night of violence, these two men actually became the most senior people in the Nilfgaardian army for a while.

Naturally, these two men took control of the Nilfgaardian army, which I have to say was very surprising.

And because Alberich's status as chief warlock surpassed most generals in military rank, he was able to gain power and occupy a dominant position among the two.

Of course, there is no precedent for this, but the troops who have lost their chief officers or whose structure has been broken up have little power to resist.

Moreover, the steel giants in Gwama's hands are quite deadly. They are enhanced versions of the giants and can be immune to the influence of the Demonic Gold to a certain extent.

No Nilfgaardian officer thought he could defend himself against this monster.

Then Alberich hanged a large number of so-called "traitors" on the city wall. No one dared to say whether these people were traitors or not.

After knowing what happened in the Nilfgaardian camp, Herme regretted very much why he did not launch a counterattack immediately. With the chaos of the Nilfgaardians, defeating them was not a problem at all, so that the men in black could be pushed out.

But it was an afterthought. At that time, no one expected that such a thing would happen in the Nilfgaardian army.

Regarding the matter here, Emhyr of Vizima was forced to admit the reality. What Anglin needs now is stability, which is more important than anything else.

As a result, the warlock became the leader of a Nilfgaardian army.

If you let someone who doesn't know anything about military affairs lead an army, something will definitely happen.

However, Anglin's current tone is that the two forts are facing each other. For Alberich, it is quite simple to distribute the troops to each fort.

And the negative impact this incident had on the Nilfgaardian army was more than just a little bit, and it was extremely far-reaching.

(End of this chapter)