Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1737 1709. Celebration Banquet
On the back of the hill that originally served as the Northern Allied Forces' command post, among a large makeshift bonfire and camp, the victorious Northerners sang and danced and blew horns.

They vented the fear and pain of the day and sang praises of victory and glory.

Most of the soldiers had a hot meal for the first time in a long time during the tense war.

Menno Cuhoon's blitzkrieg was very successful. He maximized the mobility of his army, forcing the Northern Allied Forces to keep up with him.

This not only puts extreme pressure on the speed of mobilizing the Northerners' troops, but also puts extreme pressure on their logistical capabilities.

But fortunately, blitzkrieg is about fast attack, and even extreme pressure cannot last long.

"Come on, everyone! Cheers to victory!"

As the host and initiator of the banquet, Foltest raised his glass excitedly and shouted, with responses like clouds.

The famous Vizima Champion Beer was urgently dispatched from the city of Vizima, dozens of kilometers away.

It is said that Foltest emptied out his royal wine cellars, leaving not a single bottle behind.

He also bought out all the production capacity of all the wineries in the city since the war broke out again.

Not only Vizima Champion Beer, but also Temerian Rye, Redanian Beer, Redanian Herbal Wine, Kaedwen Dark Beer... and other beverages were transported by him.

It is said that when the scouts returned to Vizima with the handwritten letter from the King of Temeria, Mayor Velerad saw the news of victory and did not stop them, but spent the Oren coins from the treasury lavishly.

They also bought chickens, ducks, geese, pork, and cattle, and rushed to the battlefield together.

Countless horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts loaded with food and drinks passed through Vizima's trade zone and came out of the south gate, causing congestion at the entire south gate for nearly two hours.

The Nilfgaardians were about to reach the capital of Temeria, which had this advantage: when celebrating, it was very convenient to transport things from the capital to the battlefield. After all, it was only a few dozen kilometers away.

A whole bull was skewered on the grill, the skinned meat was cut into pieces and spread with yogurt and honey, and an apple was stuffed in the bull's mouth.

The flames burned, cooking the meat and the coating to an attractive charred brown.

The king sat with his sheriff, and around him were the commanders of the various legions who had been reassembled, including Adam Pangratt of the Free Legion, Little Beautiful Cat, and others.

Kovir's post-war amnesty and the commission promised by Temeria made them all blush with excitement.

There was also the commander of the reinforcements from Redania, Brunket, who led the Redanian knights. Whenever Foltest raised his glass and shouted a toast, he would immediately say "To Redania".

It was as if he was afraid that others would forget his and Redania's contributions.

The commander of the Rotten Infantry Regiment, Broniber, who is also a member of the Temeria Royal Council, looks pale but in good spirits.

He had not drunk, for he had a broken arm from a previous battle, and it was now bandaged and hung around his neck.

The captured Nilfgaardian supreme commander, Field Marshal Menno Kuhoon, was sitting next to Foltest and receiving the courtesy.

Just as he himself predicted, he was a very valuable prisoner, and his treatment after being captured would definitely not be bad.

Because he can bring rewards that are hundreds of times better than these treatments.

Hans and Henry, because of the testimony of Lann and the Embers, were considered meritorious warriors rather than captives from Nasir.

They were also given a small separate fire, on which they roasted a duck and a fish.

Henry's efficiency in absorbing potions is much higher than that of ordinary people. After receiving treatment for Lan's injuries, he woke up on his own in less than two hours after being unconscious. Now he is showing his tolerance that is also extraordinary.

Since his left hand couldn't move because of the injury to the scapula at the back, he used the fingers of his right hand to pinch a chicken leg, and his palm was holding a piece of cheese like a steamed bun.

He took bites of the two greasy things.

The banquet was noisy and rowdy, and the soldiers on basic guard duty complained about the lack of drinks.

And amidst the noise, there was real anger and roaring.

"What do you mean we don't have the right to sit there?!"

The dwarf threw his helmet to the ground, raised his head and roared at the human fiercely, pointing his finger at Menno Cuhoon who was sitting with the king.

"All the Southerners who lost the war are qualified to sit there! Our Colonel Barclay Ayers is not qualified?!"

"Come on, your colonel is also a dwarf, isn't it appropriate for him to sit here?"

"Bullshit! It was us who broke through the siege, slaughtered the Nilfgaardians and saved you Bruggs who couldn't hold the line! We were right under Hill No. 2!"

"There were many people who came to rescue us at that time. Who knows if you were inside!"

"How dare you question my lying?!"

"It's not surprising that non-human races lie!"

"All right!" the dwarf said viciously, his hand reaching for his belt, "I must let the hammer kiss your mouth! When we came to help, your king spoke better than he sang! Now we are the liars!"

Seeing the sound of conflict getting louder and louder. Under the stimulation of alcohol, and with the spirit of having just fought on the battlefield and survived the expansion of the dark pursuit.

Many drunken human soldiers and dwarves gathered at the point of conflict and started making noise.

Menno Kuhoon watched the scene with a half-smile.

It ended with Foltest stepping in to stop it.

"I have never had any doubts about our dwarf friends. I am Mahakam's protector, there is no doubt about that!"

Foltest personally ordered the soldiers to cut off a leg of the bull on the central bonfire and send it to Colonel Barclay Ayers and his comrades.

The meat itself is nothing, but at a banquet, as the host, giving someone a dish of food is a sign of etiquette.

Unfortunately, things have come to this point and the dwarves, who are already bad-tempered and stubborn, can no longer accept it.

"You think we want beef?! We want recognition and respect!"

The dwarves shouted and clamored, and tried to overturn the large plate containing the beef leg that was brought to them.

But Colonel Barclay Eyles, the dwarf with a gray beard, stopped his men, pushed the plates aside with a cold face, and left with a large group of dwarves.

It became a discordant episode in this huge banquet attended by tens of thousands of people.

But this little episode seemed to have no end in sight.

Colonel Barclay Els led a group of short and stout guys, with cold faces and menacing looks, and headed towards Lan and the Embers Knights.

As the biggest contributor to this battle, needless to say, Lan and the Embers Knights were in a very good position.

But Lan had refused to sit next to Foltest before, and the King of Temeria saw the witcher standing with his sorceress royal advisor and just smiled knowingly and agreed.

He believed that this was a manifestation of the sorceress and the witcher's passionate desire after being separated for a long time and now meeting again.

"But I just think the battle is over," Lan said as he sat on a rock and spread his hands to Triss, "There's no need for me to get involved in the rest of the war."

Just like Lann's previous analysis of Menno Kuhn, the Nilfgaardians were destined to lose this war from the very beginning.

From the moment Lann appeared on the battlefield, the central front, which was originally the most powerful force for Nilfgaard to conquer territory and provide bargaining chips for post-war negotiations, will no longer have any bargaining chips.

So in the end, Nilfgaard was completely defeated in this war.

The Northern Coalition on the central front has been dealt with, and the next step, whether it is to provide support to the east or west, it will be a smooth and unstoppable battle.

Joachim de Witt on the Western Front was incompetent himself, and Tishaia and Hen Gedimitis were still there connecting the guerrillas.

Rudolf aep Darcy on the Eastern Front... the news of this guy's death should be spread through the channels of magic communication soon.

Lan had previously told Cassandra that if the new Nilfgaardian on the Eastern Front was not a decent person, he should be killed directly.

Of course Lan En trusted the craftsmanship of the Greek demigod [Falconer].

In addition, a fixed portal has been built between Vergen and Aretusa. Even if it involves magic that Cassandra is not very familiar with, Margarita in Aretusa will provide support and advice.

If the news of Rudolf ep d'Arcy's death had not been leaked, it was most likely suppressed by the Nilfgaardians on the Eastern Front themselves in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

However, the chaos in the troop command after the loss of the supreme commander could not be suppressed simply by suppressing the news.

They have to lose, there is no other possibility.

"【Falcon Tamer】Cassandra?" Triss looked at her lover with a subtle and playful expression. "You said she was famous... but I haven't heard of her."

"Then you should be able to guess where she came from, the smart and fearless Triss." Lan raised his glass to her and smiled, "She's a very nice person. I'll introduce her to you later. I think you two will get along well."

"Wow?" Triss raised an eyebrow. "She's beautiful?"

"I can only say that... compared to the sorceress, it belongs to a different kind of beauty."

"You've got me curious."

Triss was holding a glass of beer in her hand. The rough taste of beer was generally not favored by sorceresses, so it could not make them drunk.

But now Triss was holding the wine glass with a flushed face, and it was obvious that the wine didn't make her drunk but she herself was drunk.

"Actually, I don't want to participate in the end of the war because I want to go to her 'hometown'. After all, she participated in this war for me, and I need to repay her. This makes time a bit rushed."

Lan shrugged, his eyes falling on the sorceress.

"But the scenery over there is beautiful, different from the north. If you want to take a break, we can go together."

(End of this chapter)