When the guerrillas were in place, they quickly dispersed inside the fortress.
According to the original plan, their combat mission was to remove the siege equipment from various commanding heights under the leadership of their respective demon hunter leaders, creating conditions for Saskia and Kelturis to wreak havoc.
The interior of the fortress has been completely disrupted by the red dragon at this moment, and there is no force to be deployed to stop these small groups of highly mobile elite troops.
Coupled with the magical help of Triss and Yennefer, who provided remote support from time to time or simply used portals to help the guerrillas strengthen their mobility, the threat on the battlements was quickly eliminated.
Lann also frequently flashed around those siege crossbows and giant trebuchets, but his purpose was not to kill.
...
With a flash of golden light, Lann landed on the ground, holding his Lake Lady's Sword tightly in his hand.
After the "blood recovery" help from the demon hunters just now, his body functions have returned to their peak again.
"Lannister!"
The crossbowmen saw that the companions on the commanding heights were being brutally killed. Some people immediately dropped the siege crossbows they were operating and turned around to run away; Lan rushed over.
Lann treated both types of people equally.
The golden light of the rune sword flashed, drawing arcs in the air one after another, and Lan walked through the Nilfgaardians with civet-like steps. Whether they were soldiers rushing towards him or deserters who turned around and walked away, they were all enveloped in the light of his sword.
"Pfft" sounds were heard intermittently, and blood splashed in the air like a fountain and then fell one after another.
The crossbowmen turned into corpses.
Lann shook off the blood stains remaining on the sword with all his strength, and patted the giant siege crossbow with his left hand. Then the instrument disappeared into this area as if it had been wiped out of space, leaving only a slight depression on the ground.
He raised his eyebrows with satisfaction. This was the tenth siege crossbow that Lan had put into the [Inventory]. In addition, there were eight giant Nilfgaardian trebuchets.
The total construction cost of these behemoths made of giant wood and steel is worth several manors, and the technical value they contain is even more immeasurable.
As I said before, the war between Nilfgaard and the North is not from the same era. This is not only reflected in tactics and war concepts, but also at the technological level.
The range and power of these siege equipment are several times that of existing equipment in the north. This is evident from the fact that the trebuchet that attacked Count Torgil in Skellige almost destroyed an old castle in three rounds of volleys. It can be seen.
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Moreover, the technical decomposition of these siege equipment after being brought back can also greatly improve the strength of Cintra.
At this time, Lan looked around again and saw that Nilfgaard's air control methods had basically been removed.
The two giant dragons no longer had any scruples, and began to frequently swoop down at low altitudes, spitting flames wantonly at the people in the castle.
It's time for them to withdraw.
Suddenly, Lan raised his hand as if feeling something. At the other end of his sight was the banner of Nilfgaard.
"Heh."
...
"Sir, all the siege crossbows and trebuchets have been destroyed. We have nothing to do with those two dragons!" The
adjutant reported to Duke Werther with a pale face, sweating in fear and being burned by the flames. The hot sweat from the roast flows together, and the whole person looks like he has just been fished out of the Yaruga River.
"I saw it..."
By now, Duke Werther had calmed down.
He looked at the blond knight in silver and black armor at the end of his sight.
From the moment Lann flashed into the city, Duke Werther only had the information in his mind that Duke Darcy of the Eastern Army had been beheaded and captured the flag, so he immediately summoned all the guards around him to protect him. Own.
This kind of chaotic order is also one of the reasons why Lann's guerrillas can destroy equipment wantonly in the fortress as if there is no one around.
But the banner was clearly here, but Lannister seemed to deliberately ignore it. Not only the Lannister, but also the summoned guerrillas and even the flames sprayed by the two dragons in the sky deliberately avoided him.
So far, the tower at the feet of Duke Werther is actually the most peaceful place in the entire fortress.
Faintly, Duke Werther had a sense that Lannister did not want his own life.
With a "boom", a pillar of fire brushed against the tower at the feet of Duke Werther and sprayed into an arrow tower next to it.
Flames penetrated into the building along the windows and every crack, and then with a violent explosion, the entire arrow tower was blown into pieces.
"Sir, we, we may have to retreat!"
The adjutant threw Duke Werther to the ground, avoiding the bricks and stones that flew up into the sky and smashed towards him, and said anxiously to Duke Werther.
"Withdraw? Withdraw under such circumstances?"
Duke Werther jumped up and pointed fiercely at the Cintra cavalry and the dragon in the sky in the distance, and then pointed at the infantry on his side that had almost become a defeated army.
"In this case, do you want us to leave the fortress and retreat to the wilds?"
The adjutant gasped with red eyes and said nothing.
After Duke Werther yelled at the adjutant for a while, he quickly calmed down and said decadently:
"We should really withdraw."
There was another "bang", and the entire city wall on the south side collapsed, revealing a huge gap, which seemed to be in the Tell Duke Werther that he can escape that way.
Looking around, more than a fifth of the entire Ortaga Fortress building has collapsed. The fortress that was originally used as a city defense shelter now turned into a cage, making it impossible for the Nilfgaardian soldiers to avoid the dragon flames falling from the sky, causing the most elite black-clad soldiers to die directly.
At this moment, the troops arrayed outside the fortress still maintained most of their combat effectiveness.
"Hundreds of people...or even dozens of people can defeat the giant dragon. How can such a result be achieved on the battlefield in this situation..." Duke Witte murmured to himself, looking at
Lan not far away. kindness.
At this moment, the guerrillas had regrouped around him, and the warlocks opened the portal to help evacuate. Duke Werther could only watch these people coming and going, as if his fortress was in an uninhabited land, but there was nothing he could do.
With a "boom", another pillar of fire crashed down. From Duke Werther's perspective, the fire spread out behind Lan, seeming to be the end of an action that would shock the continent.
Just at this time, he saw Lannister's gaze directed towards him, and he smiled.
The next second, the Lion of Cintra disappeared together with the remaining witchers in a bright emerald flash.
"Sir!" The adjutant's urging voice came to my ears again.
The dragon is still roaring, the Nilfgaardians are still screaming, and the surroundings are a scene of doom.
Duke Werther gritted his teeth and ordered harshly:
"Send all the guards together, let's retreat!"
The remaining cavalry in the city mounted their horses as quickly as possible and escorted the commander of the East Group toward the gap in the city wall that the dragon had blasted out. The journey was indeed calm, and such a big movement did not attract the attention of the dragon in the sky. focus on.
But when Duke Werther tried to gather the remaining troops and bring more troops, dragon flames immediately rained down from the sky, turning those Nilfgaardians who thought they had a glimmer of hope into charcoal.
By the time Duke Werther left the Ortaga Fortress, he was surrounded by nothing more than a hundred horses.
On the other side of the fortress, the shouts of killing were loud.
The dragons had ignored the ruins of the fortress and began to wreak havoc on the infantry array outside the city. The Cintra cavalry also decisively dug in after the infantry phalanx was defeated, and entered a pursuit and rout from the first moment of hand-to-hand contact. Soldier pattern.
"Sir, should we..."
"No, keep them all and give us a break." Duke Werther gritted his teeth, "They can only stay."
The commander of the Western Group Army looked back at him for the last time of troops.
"The mythical Lannister that Cintra said...is actually real."
"Western Army, it's over!"
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Half a day later.
Within the Ortaga Fortress, Lann was sitting in the study room of the only main building that had not been washed away by dragon flames - the same place where Duke Witte was before.
[Dear teacher, my words are like my face:
I haven’t contacted you for a long time since I last greeted you. In fact, because the war in the north is critical, and Nilfgaard is eyeing it, I am running around looking for reliable allies, and it is difficult for me to spare time to ask you for advice.
Fortunately, everything finally turned out to be safe. Now I have almost driven away all the enemies entrenched in Sintra, and the restoration of the country is imminent. When everything settles down, we can finally move forward with the rebuilding of the Demon Hunter Order...]
He is using the [Gryphon School Contact Note] to write a letter to Geron in Caer Siren.
Since Jeron had previously agreed to take action for Lan in a critical moment, and Kelda, another master of the Griffin School, had gone north with Mossack to seek help from the Kingdom of Kevir, so Lan is no longer involved In the past, my words were full of words, and I was asking my mentor to come down from the mountain in a vague way.
The letters he writes now are more simply to communicate with Jaylon about his current situation, to enhance his relationship, and to send warmth to the empty nesters in Kelseren.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Lann is not satisfied with the level of help "at critical moments" and wants to draw the two griffon masters to stay in Cintra.
"Creak -" Before Lann could finish writing the letter, the door to the study room was suddenly pushed open.
This made Lann raise his eyebrows.
In the whole of Sintra, there was only one person who dared to come in without knocking on the door even though he knew he was in the room, and who was able to prevent the guards at the door from notifying him in advance - there was only one person.
Sure enough, a familiar crisp "Lan!" call came to his ears immediately.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Ciri running into the study wearing a white armor similar to Calanthe's before he was alive. Then he suddenly turned into his arms and curiously looked at the notes spread out on his desk.
"Is this the magic tool that your Griffin school uses to communicate with each other? Can I have a look?" the
Wolf School's Daughter of Destiny asked curiously.
"Do I still have room to say 'no'?" Lann chuckled and touched Ciri's head, and then asked doubtfully, "Why are you here? You should just stay in Brochlon, but here is The front line."
"It's no longer the front line." When saying this, Xili's eyes were moist and shining, "This is 'home' again!" When
Lan heard this, the smile on his face became dizzy. opened.
"What you say makes sense, Your Highness." His right hand touched the silver-gray haired head with muscle memory, "But how did you get here?" A voice sounded outside the door: "It's me."
The
old
consultant Mossak came through the door, followed by Marshal Visekid.
"Ciri has been pulling me to plead with me long before I set off." The druid looked at the interaction between Lan and Ciri and couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "And the Otaga Fortress was recovered and the Western Army was defeated. After that, I feel that I need to send a signal to the soldiers of Cintra."
When he said this, Mossack took a deep breath, and Marshal Visekid's face behind him also turned red.
"Cintra can be considered recovered now." Mossak said, "Under such circumstances, having the princess and the duke appear in front of the warriors together to make declarations and rewards to them is enough to be included in the history of history. For the annals of history."
This is also true. Lan and his team's strategic goal in Cintra has basically been completed.
If it weren't for the subsequent strategy against Army Group Center, which needed to leave a passage for them to ambush, Sintra could now start to recover the entire territory.
And it will be successful very quickly.
"Indeed." This reason convinced Lan, "It has been two years since the Nilfgaardians entered the country. Everyone is looking forward to it..." "After the
Ortaga Fortress is cleared, we will remove the soldiers." Let's all gather together. In this moment of stage victory, we really need to reward them." "
But we still have a decisive battle behind us, and the soldiers cannot relax." Lann warned, "We still need a marshal in this regard. Help me control it."
"Don't worry, Lan." The energy in the marshal's eyes was nothing like that of an old man with gray hair and beard. There seemed to be fire burning inside. "Everyone's morale has never been higher - after all, This is the recovery of the Ortaga Fortress."
"This is the last stretch of the road to dawn. In the subsequent battles, everyone will die on the battlefield, and there will never be a complaint." This is not the marshal
representing the soldiers. What they say is what he truly thinks.
Lan's expression became serious and he said solemnly: "I don't want everyone to fall in the final battle. My efforts all along - whether it's finding allies from everywhere, improving my own strength, or what's going on outside. The flying dragons and the giants that have not yet appeared - all are to allow everyone to survive as much as possible and witness with us the Three Lions flag rising again in the capital of Sintra." "Not to mention."
Lann laughed, " I still need your help to rebuild Sintra. They have all fallen, where can I find people?"
The room suddenly began to fill with a relaxed atmosphere.
Lan quickly asked a new question: "How is the battlefield cleaning going? You two came here not just to send Ciri here, right?"
When it came to cleaning the battlefield, Mossack's face suddenly turned complaining.
In the previous battle on the face of the dragon, Saskia and Kelturis breathed fire so much that their throats almost burst. Although they achieved the result of defeating the Nilfgaardian army, they almost destroyed Ortaga. The border fortress became fragmented.
Not to mention anything else, just to put out the fire and give the soldiers a temporary shelter to rest and rest, Lann personally flashed everywhere and used [Bearing] to cool down. After the magic power was exhausted, he hid in the study; followed by Moss. The two old druids, Sark and Fetov, prayed for rain again and again, finally cooling down the scalding fortress.
"Most of the city was destroyed, one side of the city wall fell down, and no one could stand on the other three sides. We can only do temporary rest here, and then we will withdraw." Such an Otaga Fortress had obviously lost its strategy before it was rebuilt. value.
"However, those half-melted towers may be preserved in the future to commemorate today's battle." Mossak began to enjoy the post-war experience. "This will become a colorful event in history." Lann nodded
.
The marshal began to report on the enemy's casualties: "The enemy was defeated before our cavalry arrived, so Sintra's own cavalry was not killed, and only a dozen were slightly injured." "This is also the reason why Coville's Free Corps was in front
. Because of this, more than a hundred of them died, and the specific numbers and wounded are still being tallied."
The troops brought here this time were three thousand Sintra elite cavalry and three thousand Free Corps mercenaries. The average quality of the mercenary group is very high, and all of them can fight immediately and be used as cavalry.
However, in terms of organizational discipline, they are much worse than the Sintra people. The number of slightly injured people has been counted here, but the death toll over there is not yet accurate.
Lan En didn't say anything: "This is the value of the mercenary group. However, the treatment should not be too different from our own people, and the wounded must be treated with all our strength. When the decisive battle is over, some of them will even be Some of them will become Cintra people."
"I know." The Marshal nodded.
"Where are the Nilfgaardians? How many have we captured and how many have we captured?"
This question actually made the marshal show an embarrassed expression: "The captures... are difficult to calculate. We can only roughly estimate between 10,000 and 15,000. After all, most of the people have been burned to ashes; there are still many buried under the collapsed buildings that have not been dug out."
Understandably, Lan nodded. And even if the numbers are unclear, such results are enough to be recorded in history.
Every soldier who goes to war will see himself in poetry.
"Where are the prisoners?"
"There are no prisoners," the marshal said.
Lann paused slightly and said nothing.
Even Xili's expression didn't change.
"The main force of the Western Group Army is here, but there must be troops scattered around, and there must be many defeated troops who escaped in this battle. Let our people continue to clear up everywhere, and I will also let the red dragon continue in the air. Patrol and ask the soldiers to cooperate with her."
"Ten days. No matter what the outcome is, we have to organize the army again." Lann decided, "Then the troops will be sent to Soden, ready to start the decisive battle we planned."
The marshal knocked his shin guard, solemnly performed a standard military salute, and used the honorific: "Your will!"
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Blochlon Town, Square.
A portal suddenly opened and a strong wind blew.
Warlock Radcliffe, advisor to the Aedirn royal family, stumbled out and saw a tall troll covered in rocks rumbling towards him.
Radcliffe's already bloodless face became even paler. Fortunately, he looked around and soon saw the Three Lions flag flying nearby.
"I am the royal advisor of Aedirn! I came to find Duke Lannister on the order of His Majesty Demavi III!" "
I'm here to ask for help!!" (End of Chapter)