Chapter 1192 1174. Connected information
“Are you all okay?”
?Lann walked from the front of the team and looked at the dwarves, Saskia, and a small group of elves and half-elves in the team.
"Okay, we didn''t kill anyone." Yarpan came out of the embrace with Zoltan, and he looked at Lan En who was walking over with little interest.
“Thanks to you for running out to have fun with that sorceress, no one in this team can suppress the fire when it breaks out.”
“I know you have just experienced a battle and almost lost a friend, so you are not in the right mood right now.” Lan En heard the sarcasm in Yarpan’s words, and he shook his head. "But I did have something important at the time, Yalpen. It was really important."
??The dwarf''s lips hidden under his lush beard licked his lips twice, and finally sighed.
"I''m sorry, man. I was really too scared just now. I was so afraid of thinking about Dahlberg''s mother''s eyes that I was so scared that my whole body trembled."
“It’s not your fault, Yarpan.”
Lan patted him on the shoulder.
“Now, can you tell me what happened while I was away?”
The witcher glanced around with an unclear look, "This is such a coincidence."
"There''s nothing to say. We had expected this, hadn''t we?" Zoltan wiped his face, which was covered with soot, with his sleeve.
“The Scoia’tael came and raided, and people died on both sides. Then they moved away quickly.”
Zoltan, whose combs were dyed black, is still open-minded and cheerful even though he has walked away from the door of death.
He shrugged: "It''s just that their raid this time was really clean and tidy, and none of us could react."
Zoltan’s generalization was not refuted by anyone.
??Everyone was leaning against the wreckage of the carriage, or simply sitting on the ground. Some were bandaging their wounds, or hurriedly filling their smoky throats with saliva or eating dry food.
Fighting is the most tiring sport.
But this also shows that what he said is generally correct.
But Lan En was keenly aware that something was wrong.
He tilted his head: "Are you saying that the Scoia''tael came and retreated suddenly? Only a few dozen corpses were left behind?"
"That''s what happened." Yarpan said, still holding a piece of unburned canvas in his hand, and beckoning other dwarves to sort things together.
“But that’s not right.”
"What''s wrong?" Zoltan walked towards Yalpan to help, and said nonchalantly as he passed by Lan En''s legs, "Guerillas, don''t they just pay attention to a sudden attack, fast in and fast out?"
"Sudden attack, quick advance and quick retreat. This is a correct summary of the guerrillas." Lan En squatted down and stroked the sword marks on the wreckage of a carriage with his palm. "But this is not Scoia''tael strategy."
"ah?"
?Zoltan looked confused.
“The Scoia’tael have a small number of people, but they have to cause damage to a huge number of humans. Every attack they make is precious. In other words, every attack is planned to achieve the maximum results.”
?Lann tapped his fingers on the broken wheel.
"They cannot disrupt the enemy through constant harassment like conventional guerrillas. Instead, they pursue victory through one, only, well-prepared attack. Otherwise, the sparse manpower will not be able to circulate at all."
“But what about this time? They obviously launched a hasty attack without much reconnaissance and planning.”
At this time, the dwarves who were still busy gradually stopped what they were doing, and were a little stunned as they savored Lan En''s words.
Yalpen and Zoltan looked at each other and scratched their heads.
That seems to be the case?
They are all dwarves who have spent a lot of time in the human world. The world is not going well, and a guerrilla force will pop up in any small country at any time.
Or simply professional officers with military training who organized a group of deserters to become bandits and gangsters.
Basically it is the model of guerrillas in their perception.
They have also encountered Scoia''tael attacks before, and their style is indeed very different from these things.
?But Lan En now looked deeper, pointing directly at the differences between the Scoia''tael''s guerrilla style and that of other guerrilla groups and gangs.
People who have seen the world can feel it after being reminded.
???The group of dwarves led by Yarpan have seen the world.
"You said that." Zoltan wiped his face, his sleeves were stained with black ash, "It seems to be true!"
"Then they," Yalpen also scratched his beard, "the Scoia''tael, why did they violate their long-standing tactical habits?"
"Yes, why? This is not the fighting style of the Scoia''tael. It is not to achieve the maximum result with one blow, but it is like..."
?Lan En said, looking at the broken wheel in front of him.
?This wheel was originally mounted on a carriage, but now when I scan the whole place, there are countless wreckage of the carriage.
The ordnance, bread, dried vegetables, cheese, and water bags originally contained on it were scattered on the ground.
“On the contrary, it seems to be delaying time!”
Delaying Time The Scoia''tael, who should have been striving to resolve the battle quickly, began to delay.
?After this information was extracted by Lan En, it was immediately incorporated into the information chain that Mentos had been building in his brain. Suddenly, Lan En’s eyes widened under his hood, as if he understood something.
He reached out and turned over the broken wheel in front of him, because there was a Scoia''tael arrow stuck in the wooden wheel on the other side.
At this moment, Triss, who had been using magic to temporarily relieve Buchter''s pain, also ran over, holding a broken arrow stained with blood and fresh muscle fibers in her hand.
“You must have no idea what I discovered!”
??As she spoke, she approached Lan En, her hand holding the broken arrow still stretched forward.
"I think I already know." Lan En said calmly, while reaching out and pulling out the arrow that was shot on the spoke of the wheel.
??The arrow in Triss''s hand, stained with blood and flesh, came to Lan En, and the two arrows were placed together.
On the arrowhead of the triangular pyramid, a thin needle bounced off each edge.
It was exactly the same as the arrow they found in that area!
?In an instant, although there were still many things that were not understood, Mentos had collected enough information to form an information chain.
?Lan stood up suddenly and walked towards the rear behind the forward team, which was more chaotic and had more baggage personnel.
“Hey, what are you going to do, buddy?” Zoltan called from behind, “It’s busy back there too!”
“He is going to save your lives!” Triss shook her head at the dwarves and followed them quickly.
?That anxious look clearly established a master-slave relationship between the two.
??The dwarves, as well as Sakia and the other members of the forward reconnaissance team, all raised their eyebrows and blinked at this scene.
After all, this thing seems to be a little different from the ambiguous vision they had before.
"Uh, Sakia." Yarpan approached the female warrior who fought alongside him just now, pulled her hand and asked, "I can vaguely feel that his identity is not simple, but let the always arrogant sorceress "Like this"
Yalpen’s bearded face looked a little distorted. It seemed that he had been in contact with the sorceress group before. The character traits of this group of people are very clear.
"Have you been in contact with him for the longest time? Do you have any gossip?" The dwarf rubbed his fingers in a subtle way.
“I disappoint you, Yarpan.” Saskia frowned and looked at the backs of Lan En and Triss walking together, “I don’t know his name yet.”
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Go all the way to the rear of the convoy.
Yalpan was right. The Scoia''tael seemed to have planned it in advance, and the attack on the rear convoy was more violent than the forward attack.
But this method of focusing on destroying vehicles and baggage also confirmed Lan En''s guess.
Along the way, Siward''s soldiers or followers expressed surprise that Triss was following Lan.
But on the other hand, they all looked at the two of them with repulsion and disgust.
After all, Triss had agreed before that she was to be entertained by Siward as the magic support and royal messenger sent by Foltest.
?Now, when the Scoia’tael attacked, no one saw any performance of the sorceress who was rumored to be ‘important and powerful’.
Many people even didn’t see her at all.
So people who already had a bad attitude are now even more serious.
"Look who this is?" When he reached the center of the convoy, amid the chaos and wreckage, Knight Thales said with an unfriendly expression.
?His blood-red cloak had burnt black marks, and the armor on his body was also stained with blood.
“The sorcerer said he was going to give us spell support, but in the attack just now we saw neither the fire suppressed nor the horses and livestock pacified!”
“Did you **** forget all about your evil and dirty witchcraft because you were enjoying yourself with this man?”
A circle of white rose knights surrounded Duke Seeward. This middle-aged man could not hide his tiredness and blackened marks on his face.
Normally, he would ''stop'' the knights who believe in the Eternal Fire from disrespecting the royal advisors at the appropriate time.
But today it seems that he is also resentful, so that up to now he is just looking here coldly, not even bothering to act like he didn''t see him by turning his head.
But at this moment, Triss had no doubts and did not want to beat around the bush with this important Duke of Temeria.
After all, the person in charge has changed now.
Knight Thales sprayed venom on Triss and looked at the witch with hatred. As soon as he turned his head, he found a tall figure standing in front of him, blocking his entire field of vision.
?Under the hood, a pair of slightly shiny cat eyes looked down at him.
"I have to discuss something with Duke Seeward right now, please get out of the way."
?Lan En said calmly.
?Taylors was a little surprised when he looked at Lan En''s cat eyes, but he still didn''t take it too seriously.
"It''s Prince Siward!" he emphasized emphatically, "and do you really think that you can have the honor of meeting the prince just by sleeping with an evil magic user a few times?"
“Do you think anyone will give you face because of the devil’s power? Then you are wrong, you bitch’s lackey!”
Lan En’s face was expressionless.
He just nodded to show that he understood what Thales meant, and looked at Siward who was surrounded by the circle, and found that he had no intention of caring.
Then, the witcher spoke softly.
“Let’s kill five first.”
(End of this chapter)