Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1462 1434. Stupidity
"You almost refresh my understanding of you." In the Loshar Palace, Lan En looked at the exhausted Foltest with cold eyes. "In the past, I thought you were a clear-headed person."

Lane and Foltest sat opposite each other at 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 but filling lunch.

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

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

She was a female Blue Guard, but the only similarity between her and Roche seemed to be the blue armor uniform.

She had short blond hair and eye shadow, her chest was exposed, and under the cotton armor of the Blue Guards was a common linen lining.

However, the neckline of this lining seems to be opening to the navel.

This dressing style is more open than that of ordinary female sorcerers.

Compared with the bohemian style of the sorceresses, she is more like a wild boy who refuses to obey the rules, but her figure is very attractive.

At this moment, listening to Lan's rude words to Foltest, the female blue guard was pouring wine into her mouth, trying to force the sandwich down her throat, and at the same time she was almost unable to control her laughter.

Vernon Roche, the superior, first turned his head to look at Lane and Foltest who were sitting on both sides of the desk, then turned back and glared at his subordinates.

"Quiet! Shut up and eat your food, Weisi! Didn't you keep shouting about being hungry along the way?"

The noise from the two blue guards had no effect on the conversation between the two people at the desk.

“We were deceived! By Emhyr! By Vilgefortz! Two bastards!”

Foltest still looked like a middle-aged man in his prime, but Lan just watched coldly when he was obviously suppressing his anger.

"How fresh." Lan En said calmly, "As a king, you don't think that the people under your command usually tell you the truth? They don't tell you the truth, so your enemies will be open and honest with you? Are you crazy?"

“Why? Do you still want Emhyr to inform you of his strategic deployment for the next few months?”

"I'm not that naive, Lan!" Foltest's eyes were tired and cloudy under his crown. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well for a long time. "You don't have to be so mean."

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

Foltest sighed.

"After all, they have been promoting themselves as civilized for nearly a hundred years. The Battle of Sodden Mountain cannot change the northerners' impression of the 'civilized' South."

"But what else can we do? We are forced into no choice!"

"They lured our chambers of commerce and guilds. Merchants and craftsmen are all yearning for the south. Even farmers think that life in the south would be better!"

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

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

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

"And you think it's all over? It will be too late if you don't take action now? Internal division will 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, are we just going to watch the situation deteriorate?"

“You guys are broken, but Emhyr is not broken?”

Lann spoke directly to the King of Temeria.

"He is determined to attack the north. Will the merchants in his country unite to support him? Will the nobles who have been barely subdued in his country accept his decision?"

"There is so much land that has been conquered but he has no time and resources to manage it. He has already started to move further north. Do you think the merchants in Nilfgaard don't want him to die?!"

"Emhyr has not yet followed Nilfgaardian tradition and married a legitimate Nilfgaardian noble lady as his queen. Do you think those traditional nobles have no doubts about him? Won't the doubts turn into murderous intent?!"

"He was a prince who fled. He returned to Nilfgaard by overthrowing the usurper. But did he kill all the nobles who were loyal to the usurper? What is their status now?"

Lan asked a series of questions calmly and slowly, which made Foltest's expression distorted.

The two blue-clad guards at the back didn't dare to say much, and even the noise of their eating became much quieter.

In the end, the demon hunter just snorted coldly.

“You only see your own crisis, but not Emhyr’s trouble. This is because you lack strategic confidence.”

"But without any strategic confidence, you dare to easily formulate a plan to start a war. This is tactical arrogance!"

"Without the strategic determination to see the overall situation, he is guilty about the big picture and arrogant about the small details!"

Lan tilted his head and looked at Foltest who could hardly raise his head.

"It was Vizimir of Redania who started this, wasn't it? Well, he deserved his death."

As early as the night of the coup on Thanedd Island, Ciri had vaguely revealed the death of the King of Redania, who was killed by a half-elf assassin's sharp weapon.

This was one of the reasons why Philippa Eilhart got away immediately that night.

She had to rush back to Tretogle, the capital of Redania, which was in political turmoil due to the assassination of its king.

"You can say whatever you want at this point." Foltest sighed, "But the Nilfgaardians are unstoppable. We need support. We need a strong force to defeat them." "There is no support." Lan said to him coldly, "and there is no force."

"what?"

Foltest couldn't help but blurt out the question.

Lan En's expression remained the same.

"You heard me. I'm not going to do anything now. Or rather, even if I do, the situation won't get better."

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

"Because the people in the north are still hesitating and hesitant!"

"You are only concerned with igniting the flames of war, but you have not even formed a united front internally! If you continue to fight like this, I can certainly bring about a partial victory, but it will not help the long-term battle line!"

"Just like the last Battle of Soden!"

The Battle of Sodden in the last Civil War was different from the Battle of Sodden Hill which was the final blow and ended the war completely.

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

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

The lack of unified command, conflicts and small schemes among countries have turned the superior military force into a burden in the battle.

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

Foltest frowned and hammered on the table. But halfway through his speech, he stopped talking as if thinking about something.

Lan En still sat comfortably in the oversized chair, looking at him.

"Working for a goddess or a devil. Why are you looking at me like I've seen a ghost? Admit it, you already had your guesses, didn't you?"

"Gods?" Foltest looked at Lan with a serious expression that was no more relaxed than when he was talking about war. "They exist? They are not some mountain spirits? They are not the ravings of fools?"

"You want to get an ultimate answer from me about human faith? Then you should first go to a proper seminary and clarify your definition of 'God'."

Lan En waved his hands impatiently.

"I advise you not to take these things too seriously. 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 ordinary things."

"But I want to stress this to you, Foltest."

Lan frowned and looked across the table at the king.

"I like to do things in a perfect way, but your strategy for provoking this war and the subsequent response is so crude and stupid that it makes me want to vomit!"

"Let's first settle the internal divisions among the northern nations!"

"I have to remind you first. According to my information, the Kaedweni army is gathering at the border between Aedirn and Kaedwen. But it seems that they do not intend to directly enter Aedirn to fight the Nilfgaardians. Instead, they will stop at the border to rest."

"Think of Henselt, the hungry boar! What does he want to do?"

After saying this, Lan En did not stay for long, leaving only Foltest and the Blue Guards who were shocked.

Things are just as Lan En said, if the North cannot reach a consensus in the war, even a short-term consensus, then even if he starts to take action, the results will never be very good.

After all, knowing that he was going to take action, Nilfgaard would basically not seek a large-scale battle where they put everything on the line, as they did in the last Battle of Sodden Mountain.

Instead, they try to avoid that situation.

The scattered troops would greatly reduce Lan's handling efficiency.

At least Menno Cuhoon remembered his warning.

And it would be best for Foltest to take advantage of his absence to sort out the situation in the north.

This way, it will be much more convenient when he comes back.

There is annoyance with war, anger at the tragedies it causes, and a faint desire for war and a perfect solution to the situation that comes from deep in the genes.

Time is running out, Lan, the fluff ball and Qilin once again set out on a journey to another world.

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

However, his rationality and the personality developed through compulsory education and training tell him that pursuing perfection in everything will lead to imperfection in the end.

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

What did it matter if he sent down divine soldiers to save them time and again in the Civil War? He only postponed and suppressed the problem.

War is a cruel crucible that shapes the blade.

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

With this mentality, Lan En and the other three entered the intersecting crack of the celestial sphere in mid-air, which looked like a broken mirror, in this increasingly cold late autumn.

(End of this chapter)