Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1729 1701. Military Marshal
"Are they also from Nasair?"

Lan looked at the people who were tied up next to Menno Kuhn. They also had the blue rose emblem on them.

"Yes, they are also from Nasair, Sir Lan." The Nilfgaardian Marshal said calmly and politely, "But they are much more spineless than the young people."

Menno Kuhoon described what happened calmly without any ridicule or sarcasm. However, because of this, although the six Nasser people did not say a word, their heavier breathing could still be heard.

"You can't blame them, Sir Lan. After all, Nilfgaard has accumulated hundreds of years of experience in acquiring new provinces and vassal states."

"To be honest, I am surprised that these two young men dared to resist in my convoy." Menno Kuhoen shook his head and said, "Young nobles like them should have been trained well."

"Just like training a wolf into a dog?" Lan En asked with seeming interest.

"You don't have to mock us like that," the Field Marshal raised his eyes. "Both humans and animals can be domesticated. We know this, and so do you."

"That's true." Lan En shrugged. "But facts are facts. The human population is too large, and there will always be special individuals that cannot be domesticated."

The demon hunter tilted his head, chuckled and looked at the defeated opponent he had met once before.

He waved his hand, and the surrounding Embers Knights dragged the six Nasir captives away.

Those six Nasser people were different from Henry and Hans. The former two were heroes in the North, but these six were just captives, and captives of little value at that.

Anyone who doesn't even dare to stand up and defend his own dignity and life has no value anywhere.

Six worthless captives were taken away, and Lan and three "guests" were the only ones left at the entrance to the Nilfgaard camp.

Hans is still worried about the future of himself and his family, and feels hopeless and confused about it.

Henry is in a coma.

Lan En was chatting with the Field Marshal.

"It seems that you have made progress since the failure of the last war, Quehoun." Lan said, leaning against the cart that pulled them back. "Do you mind if I call you that?"

"To the victor goes all power, Sir Lan." The Marshal tried to sit upright on the ground. "I want to live, so even if you call me a devil or a scavenger, I will accept it calmly."

After responding to Lan, Menno Coehoorn returned to the question itself.

"You just said 'I've improved', but with all due respect" he took a breath, "how is this any different from when I lost the last war?"

"You take action, and I defeat. What's the difference?"

"Your strength has become even more exaggerated? Last time, at least you used tactics. You used your battlefield insight to dismember my command system and legion. This time, you just rode that horse and crushed me?"

He looked very lonely and sad, which almost made people feel pity. I felt that he was a veteran who was lamenting that he was born at the wrong time, and lamenting that fate was unfair and did not give him a stage to show his talents and make achievements.

But Lan En just looked at him silently.

"Don't act pitiful, Quehoun." Lan said calmly and coldly, "We have only met twice, but I know you are a determined and ruthless soldier. People like you will not let others down their guard even if you pretend to be helpless."

Lann tapped his chest, and Smaug's sharp gauntlets and chestplate made a slight sound.

"No matter what the enemy looks like or how powerful he is, the duty of soldiers and commanders is to defeat him. Otherwise, what are you for? I think Nilfgaard doesn't keep idle people, right?"

"And you are still standing here today, serving as an army marshal. That means you also fully accept your responsibilities and accept that the enemy you have to face is me."

As Lann spoke, Menno Cuhoon's expression did change.

The previous look of regret for unfulfilled ambitions disappeared like melting snow in spring, and was replaced by the true inner self of this soldier.

He still tried to sit upright on the ground, and he did not make his words and expressions sound strong.

He just became a little more relaxed and casual.

However, in this huge military camp, which was still covered with blood and corpses, it was first breached by the enemy and then faced the threat of Chang'an's expansion.

In a military camp that was like a ghost town as chaos and fear had driven everyone away, this kind of relaxation, as if one was completely adapted and totally unconcerned, was a quality that only the most professional soldiers could possess.

"It seems that your violent growth in strength has not dulled your previously sharp senses and thinking. You are more dangerous than before, Lord Hunter."

Until now, Menno Kuhn is still trying to understand Lan in his own way.

And he didn't pretend anymore.

"You think I've 'made progress' because the Nilfgaardian army on the Eastern Front did not engage in large-scale killings when I was in command. So you think my control over the legion is at least stronger than during the last war."

"But it seems useless now. You still destroyed us with overwhelming force." It is a skill to let the legion launch a fearless attack, but if the killing-crazy legion can be stopped, the spread of violence can be controlled, and self-restraint can be exercised, this is a greater skill for the army commander.

But now, the commander who was able to do this to some extent is still dissatisfied with his own results.

After all, he failed in the end.

Lane looked down at Menno Cuhoon, who had stopped pretending.

"You look like you want to beat me."

The Field Marshal had a blank expression on his face: "What else, Lord Hunter?"

"Since the last war, I know that no one can command the battlefield in front of you without being defeated by you. At least I have to admit that I can't do it."

"Your perception and insight into the battlefield are beyond your time. And your own strength is constantly increasing!"

"Then what else can we do?" Menno Kuhoon took a deep breath, "We can only think of delaying you, defeating you, and killing you! As long as you are here, all we can get on the battlefield is failure!"

"If you want to accuse me of those clock phobias, go ahead. I accept them completely. When I know that they were all veterans of the legion I commanded, I promise! My anger and fear will be no less than anyone else's!"

"But I want to defeat you! The Empire wants to defeat you!" Menno Kuhoon stared at Lan who was looking down, "Then we have to use everything! Use whatever we have! Use whatever we have researched!"

"I am a soldier. Since the Empire has given me weapons, all I have to think about is how to use them! Nothing more to think about!"

The field marshal's increasingly passionate roar even frightened Hans on the opposite side.

The young Nasser noble had been with him for some time, but he had never seen the usually calm and steady field marshal so excited.

Even when he was captured not long ago, Menno Kuhoon remained calm, which made Hans admire him from a personal perspective even if he did not agree with Nilfgaard's rule.

Lan En just nodded without commenting.

"The so-called military duty and military responsibility are very firm but also very commonly used expressions, Marshal. There is no point in saying more."

As he spoke, Lan clapped his hands together, making a sound. It seemed to indicate that the conversation would get on track from now on and the foreplay was over.

"Forgive me, Kuhoen." The demon hunter's expression was calm but sincere. "I just wanted to confirm whether you were a participant in the curse of the vengeful ghost. But now it seems that you are just a user."

"This is a good conclusion, because it means that you can complete the rest of our conversation with me. After all, our conversation requires you to be alive, right?"

Lan's plain words were enough to make Menno Kuhoon feel uncomfortable as if a bone was stuck in his throat.

His eyebrows twitched, and his lips were tightly pursed. The silver scorpion cloak of the Delany Brigade was now covered with dust and mud, and a corner of it was exposed from under his buttocks.

Lan untied the ropes that bound him, allowing the Nilfgaardian field marshal to stand up and speak on his own.

Menno Cuhoon rubbed his wrists and neck, looking at Lan with caution and suspicion.

This was the second time he was captured by Lan.

He still remembered the last time when he was completely desperate. First, the demon hunter in front of him destroyed the command system of the entire legion. Then, in the chaotic escape, a power struggle occurred within the command level.

In the end, they all died after that last insane and deadly order was issued by the rebellious staff.

The demon hunter in front of him was like a spectator enjoying a farce, just to confirm that the direction of the plot was indeed in his hands.

After the confirmation was completed, he was the only one left in the command of the Nilfgaard Legion.

Menno Kuhoon still remembers the humiliation and resentment he felt that day. He shouted to Lan that he should be killed on the spot.

But the witcher seemed to see through the depths of his heart, the lingering fear that never ceased.

The witcher eventually released him, and recaptured him today.

Menno Kuhn was very alert at this time, because he concluded in his heart that no matter what, he would not have an easy time.

"Don't be nervous, Your Excellency Marshal." After the demon hunter untied him, he crossed his arms, leaned back on the cart and said with a smile, "You are a very valuable captive. I believe that both I and the northern kings will care about your life."

Menno Cuhoon forced a smile.

I thought the other party would say "but".

(End of this chapter)