Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1708 1680. Offensive and defensive recoil!

And now, the Embers Knights came from all over the battlefield, bringing with them only about nine thousand soldiers in total. Do they want to simply break through the remaining Nilfgaardian legions?
This request is a bit too far-fetched.

But Lincoln relaxed his brow after just a few seconds.

"I remember you promised to bring us a 'leader'." He even felt like mocking Lan En again, "Sir, is this something that was not accomplished?"

"Don't underestimate her. She is indeed an invincible 'leader'." Lan En immediately retorted, "It's just that she is in another place. You know. According to the time, she should have killed Rudolph Apple Darcy soon."

Let Cassandra stay on the Eastern Front and lead a team of fifteen Embers Knights including Stuart.

Lan was on the central battlefield, where forty Embers Knights led by Lincoln were waiting for him.

But who could have imagined that there was a cursed creature, a vengeful ghost, in this place, constantly entangled with Lan En?
And because of the foul power emanating from this guy, Lan En didn't dare to let it get close to the army at all?
"But at least I'm still here." Lan En was dealing with the vengeful ghosts and shouted to Lincoln, "Qilin and Flannel Ball will be the forwards! Can you beat them for me?"

Lincoln responded solemnly: "Of course, sir! Nine thousand men is nine thousand! With nine thousand men we can break through the Nilfgaardian lines, not to mention that the sheriff has already made arrangements for support. But..."

"Since this thing is controlled by humans, or even a cursed creature created by humans, the closer we are to success, the more difficult it will be to suppress! This is a battlefield that only you can control."

"And I will make it unable to move a single step!" Lan En dodged the swinging bell and rushed straight into the range of the chain.

His hands were shaped like tiger claws, and the base of his palms struck the vengeful ghost's huge and muscular belly with extremely penetrating skills!
The base of his palm was wrapped in a fierce air hammer that even penetrated its body, causing a wave of air to explode behind it!
The expressions on the two halves of the vengeful ghost's face froze at the same time, and he bent down uncontrollably.

And then, Lan En's other hand also formed a tiger claw shape, and pushed upwards as if he was prepared!
With a loud bang, it hit the chin of the evil ghost!

A penetrating wave of air exploded upwards from the top of its head!

With each strike, the vengeful ghost's body would be struck out with exquisite skills, emitting a foul force like black smoke.

Let its body become more and more empty.

A slap on its chin even made it stagger back two steps, and then it fell on its butt to the ground.

"Do it!"

Lann gave Lincoln a crisp order, and the clerk of the Embers Knights began to carry it out as usual.

The Qilin, which had been flying around and dispersing the people approaching the battlefield, came to Lincoln like a flash of white lightning and nodded to Lan En.

"We'll take the lead and charge straight ahead, meow!"

The flannel ball nodded seriously on Qilin's head and spoke to Lincoln.

Don’t be fooled by the cute kitten. It is a real warrior who has sneaked into the Lonely Mountain to steal Smaug’s treasure, fought a fierce battle with the orc army at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, and killed monsters in the magical Japanese Warring States Period!
Its cat fist leaped, and a light red halo of fighting spirit burst out from its body.

"Watch out, meow, Lincoln! This is the [Fighting Spirit Burst] that I'm going to teach you later, meow!"

The calico kitten is not only a veteran of battlefield combat, but also a "Sword Instructor" in the so-called "Knightly Order Culture" compiled by Lincoln and complained by Lan En about the "confusing job titles".

After all, the ten Embers who were the first to learn Lann's swordsmanship were all taught by the flannel ball.

The Flannel Ball holds a very high position of honor in the Order of Embers.

The flannel ball, whose body was smaller than that of a dwarf, stood fearlessly and proudly on the unicorn's neck.

The ancient dragon of the New World easily surpassed the troops that had passed by it before and came to the front row.

The forty Embers Knights could not gather together now because they all had to maintain the troops they brought with them.

Without them leading the way, problems of command confusion would immediately occur among this group of troops that were temporarily assembled by the personal abilities of the Embers Knights.

However, the quality of the Embers Knights was incredibly high. They had followed Lan En and actually seen high-level wars, so they could immediately gather their troops based on their vision and tacit understanding.

There is just a difference in order.

Their strategic and tactical vision is at a similar level.

Lincoln changed his warhorse, but the horse's recovery speed was much slower than that of the witcher who had drunk the potion.

"Reform the formation! Reform the formation!"

The Nilfgaardians shouted at the top of their lungs, waking up from the shock a step slower than the Embers Knights.

And the Nilfgaardian army had other problems.

Since Menno Cuhoon started the war again, his tactical style has been to pursue quick attacks and quick attacks. The cavalry accounted for the majority of the troops.

With this vengeful ghost around, there were indeed no setbacks before. It can even be said that it was a good match and a creative progress in the military.

But now, with offense and defense interchangeable, the composition of such troops is by no means healthy nor stable.

Cavalry fighting a defensive battle? What advantage does that have?

Defensive battles have always been based on infantry, archers and positions. The role of cavalry in defensive battles is often to cut in halfway through the enemy's attack to kill and harass.

Or when the enemy is stuck in a stalemate and unable to move, you can rush out from the side and kill them.

A head-on confrontation is a bad idea and is only applicable in special battlefield environments.
"Why are we on the defensive?!" an adjutant of the Ade Feiyin Division shouted to the commander in confusion. "Sir! Why don't we charge directly at the command post opposite! Cavalry is not used to focus on defense!"

The commander of the Ade Fein Division, his black cloak with a silver sun wheel printed on it, was smeared with blood on his horse's back.

He looked at the Northern Allied Forces rushing towards him like thunder in the distance, and his expression was no better than that of his adjutant.

But he still stopped the adjutant from speaking.

"Shut up! Get ready to charge! Hold on even if it means you're forced to hit the wall!"

"But the command post on the other side is empty, sir! Just make a small detour."

"Don't you understand?" The commander whipped his adjutant with a horsewhip and pointed at the Northern Allied Forces' command post on a distant hill. "That broken hill is meaningless! What's the point of destroying it?! Who knows if there's anyone there!"

The purpose of attacking the command post and decapitating the enemy is to paralyze the enemy's highest command level and crush morale.

But look at the current situation.

This counterattacking force was improvised, and the Northern Alliance's command center did not make any movement during this process, which even the Nilfgaardians could see clearly.

This means that the command is not in that command post at all.

Most likely, we have to kill the [Hunter] who is fighting with the vengeful ghost in order to achieve the effect of destroying the command post.

But let alone rushing over there now! It's a problem for anyone to dare to approach! It's like talking about a divine book!

No one knows the feeling of the spread of the filthy power of the vengeful ghosts better than the Nilfgaardians themselves.

that's the truth.

John Natalis was arranging the evacuation of personnel in the command post.

Originally, the command post should be the center of a large-scale battle and cannot be moved easily.

"But now, we can only wait for the judgment of the gods in heaven."

The sheriff said calmly.

"The outcome of the battle depends on the outcome between Duke Lan and that monster, but the Nilfgaard camp remained calm. This means that the key to the monster's resurrection or control is still in the hands of the Nilfgaardians."

He turned and nodded his thanks to the sorcerer, the king, and the messengers, clerks, and staff officers in the command post.

"I am honored to work with you all. The previous battles will be the glory of my life. But now I can only say: whether you like it or not, the key to this battle and the command have indisputably changed hands."

People accepted this calmly and began to prepare to evacuate the command post.

Triss was particularly calm, but she and the Aedirn wizard were the busiest in the evacuation team.

The wizard still had to suppress the magical communications on the entire battlefield, while Triss focused on connecting with the conical crystal on Lann's body.

And on the battlefield, a fierce cavalry clash began.

The Nilfgaardian army had no choice but to defend with cavalry, which left them with only two options: counterattack and harassment.

By taking two approaches at the same time, they hoped to delay or even eliminate this force that suddenly turned from defense to offense from the Northern Allied Forces.

But obviously, even if the Knights of Embers were scattered, their strength was too extraordinary after Lan's training and teaching.

Needless to say, there is the unicorn and the flannel ball at the head.

The ancient dragons of the New World had their control over natural forces suppressed by the Nilfgaardian sorcerers, but their physical strength was not compromised at all!
"Xilulu!"

'Get out of the way! It's so annoying!'

Electricity flickered on the blue and white scales of the Qilin. It was true that the lightning from the outside world could not be controlled, but the lightning on the Qilin itself was no joke!

"Boom!!!"

"Eat my [Cat's Honeycomb Bomb] meow!"

The fluff ball modified the cluster honeycomb bomb it made and named it, and threw it out like it was holding a big football.

When the cavalry charged, the leaders of both sides could even see each other's reflections in their eyes.

But the thing that suddenly came out of the space expansion pack was obviously unexpected.

In the eyes of the Nilfgaardian cavalrymen at the front, the determination and courage were instantly replaced by horror.

The modified alchemical bomb of Fenyx exploded, but the New World Ancient Dragon didn't care about the power of the explosion at all and just lowered its head and rushed forward!

The Qilin's impact force was the same as before. The soldiers in the back row of Nilfgaard could only see the vanguard in the front row flying like mud spots thrown into the sky.

It was so dense that it almost formed a human wave.

What’s even more terrifying is that the speed of that human wave obviously doesn’t show any sign of slowing down!
(End of this chapter)