Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1462 1434. Stupidity

"You almost refreshed my understanding of you." In the Rosha Palace, Lan En looked at the tired Foltest coldly. "In the past, I thought you should be sober."

Lane and Foltest were sitting opposite each other on the main and guest seats of a desk.

The captain of the Blue Guards, Vernon Roche, and a female squad leader were sitting at a table in the back, eating a simple and filling lunch.

It was not unusual for Foltest to have his guards sit behind him and eat while he was talking.

But it was hard for Lan to imagine that a serious guy like Vernon Roche would tolerate such a subordinate.

It was a female blue-clad iron guard, but the only similarity between her and Roche seemed to be the blue armor uniform.

She has short blond hair with eye shadow, and her chest is wide open. Under the cotton armor of the blue-clad iron guard is a common linen lining.

It's just that the neckline of this lining seems to be open to the navel.

This dressing style is more open than the average sorceress.

Compared with the wild style of the sorceresses, she is more like an unruly wild boy, but she has a very attractive figure.

At this time, listening to Lan En's slightly rude words to Foltest, the female blue-clad iron guard was pouring wine into her mouth, trying to push the sandwich down her throat, and at the same time, she could hardly control her laughter. come out.

As the commander, Vernon Roche first turned to look at Lan En and Foltest who were sitting on both sides of the desk, and then turned back to glare at his subordinates.

"Quiet! Shut up and eat your food, Weisi! Didn't you keep shouting that you were hungry on the way?"

The noise of the two blue-clad iron guards did not affect the conversation between the two people on the desk.

"We were deceived! By Emhyr! By Vilgefortz! Two bastards!"

Foltest still looks like a high-quality middle-aged man in the prime of life. But in the face of his obviously suppressed anger, Lan En just looked on with cold eyes.

"How fresh." Lan En said calmly, "King of a country, you don't think that those people under your command usually tell you the truth, do you? They don't tell you the truth, your enemies Are you crazy if I’m going to rip my heart out for you?”

"What? Do you still want Emhyr to inform you of his strategic plans for the next few months?"

"I'm not that naive, Lan En!" Foltest's eyes under the crown were tired and cloudy, obviously he hadn't slept well for a long time. "You don't have to speak so harshly."

"I admit that we all underestimated the intelligence advantage the Nilfgaardians had within us."

Foltest said with a sigh.

"After all, they have been promoting themselves as civilized for nearly a hundred years, but a battle on Soden Mountain cannot change the northerners' impression of southern 'civilization'."

"But what else can we do? We are also forced to have no choice!"

"They lured our chambers of commerce, guilds, businessmen and craftsmen to all yearn for the south. Even farmers think life would be better in the south!"

"Our citizens want to surrender. If we don't fight now, we will have no chance to fight in the future!"

"You know? It's not just merchants and craftsmen, even"

"Even priests, astrologers, missionaries, and mystics who come out of nowhere are preaching it?" Lan En looked at Foltest coldly, and finished his words for him before he could say anything himself. .

"Then you think it's over? If you don't take action, it will be too late? Will internal divisions come faster than victory or defeat on the battlefield?"

Foltest said unwillingly: "On the battlefield, we still have the possibility of fighting, but if we don't fight, will we just watch the situation get worse and worse?"

"If you collapse, Emhyr will not collapse?"

Lann choked directly to the king of Temeria.

"He wants to fight in the north. Do the businessmen in his country unite to support him? Are the nobles in the country who are reluctantly subdued convinced?"

"So much land that has been conquered has no time and resources to manage it. To turn the war-torn areas into production areas and earn back the money that the merchants invested in the war, he has already started to move further north. Do you think Nilfgaard is in the country? Don’t the merchants want him to die?”

"Emhyr has not yet followed the Nilfgaardian tradition of marrying an orthodox Nilfgaardian noble lady as queen. Do you think those traditional nobles have no doubts about him? Won't their doubts turn into murderous intentions?! "

"He was a prince who escaped. He returned to Nilfgaard by overthrowing the usurper. Did he kill all the nobles who were loyal to the usurper at that time? What is the status of those people now?"

Several questions in a row, Lan En's calm and unhurried questioning made Foltest's expression distorted.

The two blue-clad iron guards at the back didn't dare to say much, and even the sound of eating was much quieter.

In the end, the witcher just snorted.

"You only see your own crisis, but not Emhyr's trouble. This is because you have no strategic confidence."

"But while you have no strategic confidence, you dare to easily formulate a plan to start a war. This is tactical conceit!"

"Without the strategic focus to look at the overall situation, we are guilty in the general direction and arrogant in the small direction!"

Lan En tilted his head and looked at Foltest, who could hardly lift his head.

"Did Vizmir of Redania start this thing? Huh, he died unjustly."

As early as the night of the coup on Thanede Island, Ciri had vaguely revealed the news of the death of King Redania. He died from the sharp weapon of a half-elf assassin.

This was one of the reasons Philippa Earhart escaped immediately that night.

She must immediately rush back to Tritog, the capital of Redania where the political situation was unstable due to the assassination of the king.

"As of now, you can say whatever you want." Foltest sighed, "But the Nilfgaardians are overwhelming, and we need support. We need a powerful force that can defeat them." "No support." Blue En said to him coldly, "I don't have the power either."

"What?"

Foltest couldn't help but blurt out the question.

But Lan En's expression remained the same.

"You heard what I said, I won't take action now. In other words, even if I do, the situation will not get better."

As he spoke, Lan leaned forward and stared at the king of Temeria.

"Because the interior of the north is still in a state of indifference, hesitant to look forward and backward!"

"You only care about igniting the flames of war, but you haven't even reached a united front internally! If we continue fighting like this, I can certainly bring about partial victory, but it will not help the long front!"

"Just like the last Battle of Soden!"

The Battle of Sowden in the last Civil War was different from the Battle of Sowden, which was the final word and ended the war completely.

That battle took place when Lan was still in Cintra with the refugee group.

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The northern countries assembled superior forces, but were defeated and collapsed by the inferior Nilfgaardian army on the edge of the Soden border.

Inconsistent command, conflicts and petty thinking between countries all turned superior forces into a burden in the battle.

"But the war has already begun, what are you going to do?"

Foltest frowned, and the table was hammered. But after speaking halfway, he stopped talking thoughtfully.

Lan En was still sitting on the oversized chair, looking at him.

"Working for a goddess or a demon. Why are you looking at me like I've seen a ghost? Admit it, you have already made your guesses, haven't you?"

"Gods?" Foltest looked at Lan En with a serious expression that was no easier than talking about war. "Do they exist? Are they not some mountain spirits? Are they not the ravings of fools?"

"You want to get the ultimate answer about human faith from me? Then you must first go to a serious seminary and clarify the definition of 'God' in your eyes."

Lan En waved his hands impatiently.

"I advise you not to pay too much attention to these things. After all, you have lived for so long. How many times have you seen them really take care of things? They don't care about normal things."

"But I stress it to you, Foltest."

Lan frowned and looked at the king across the table.

"I like a perfect way of doing things, but your strategies for provoking this war and subsequent response are so crude and stupid that it makes me want to vomit!"

"Let's sort out the internal differences among the northern countries first!"

"I have to remind you first. According to my information, there are already Kadwin's legions gathering at the junction of Aedirn and Kadwin. But it seems that they do not intend to directly enter Aedirn and the Nilfgaardians. Instead of starting a fight, we stopped to rest at the border.”

"Think of Henselt looking like a hungry boar! What does he want to do?"

After saying that, Lan En didn't stay any longer. Only Foltest and the blue-clad Iron Guards were left in shock.

The thing is just as Lan En said, if the North cannot reach an agreement in the war, even if it is a short-term agreement, then even if he starts to take action, the effect will never be very good.

After all, knowing that he was going to take action, Nilfgaard would basically not seek a large-scale battle that would involve everything like the last battle at Sodden Mountain.

Instead, they try to avoid that situation.

The scattered troops will greatly weaken Lan En's processing efficiency.

Looking at it now, at least Menno Kuhorn still remembered his warning.

It would be best for Foltest to take advantage of his time away to straighten out the situation in the north.

It will be much more convenient no matter what when he comes back.

Carrying the irritability of the war, the anger at the tragedy caused by the war, and a faint desire for war and a perfect solution to the situation revealed from deep in the genes.

Time is running out, Lan En, Flannel Ball, and Qilin once again embark on a journey to another world.

The perfectionist side of Lan En's genes urged him to solve everything immediately and neatly.

However, his rationality and personality developed through compulsory education and training told him that if he pursues perfection in everything, he will not be perfect in the end.

The internal disputes and conflicts among the northern countries have a long history.

So what if his divine soldiers saved them time and time again in the Civil War? It just postpones and suppresses the problem.

War is a cruel crucible where blades are forged.

It is indeed cruel and inhumane, but it does give rise to progressive ideas and technologies.

With this mentality in mind, Lan En and the three of them entered the celestial sphere's intersection in mid-air, which was like a broken mirror in this increasingly cold late autumn.