"Mi Wei, maybe we should go."

In the camp a mile and a half away from the capital of Rivia, Demave looked at Queen Meve with a stern expression.

The exhausted queen had not given up yet. She held a telescope and stared at her home surrounded by enemies, waiting for a turning point.

"We shouldn't listen to the Lannister's nonsense at all." Looking at the indifferent Queen Meve, Demave frowned and continued to persuade.

"Let's not talk about whether he has the ability to really do what he promised. Even if he really killed Adar aep Dash, with our current number, I'm afraid we can't do anything to the Nilfgaardians - they still have two main army regiments stationed in Lower Soden, eyeing us covetously!"

"We should preserve as much manpower as possible, abandon Rivia, retreat to Lyria, and stabilize the situation first." Demave said leisurely, "I will write to Foltestai, Vizimir, and even Brovar of Mahakam for help to ease the situation. I will never let you become the next Calanthe."

In terms of military deployment, Demawi's plan is well-founded; given the current situation, his plan is actually the most feasible.

The coalition forces of the two countries, stunned by the Nilfgaardian surprise attack, really needed time to stabilize the situation before they could prevent a strong counterattack. Instead of being entangled in the lost territory as if they were enraged now, it would be easy to fall into the enemy's combat rhythm, be defeated repeatedly, and finally be completely devoured.

"Nilfgaard is an enemy that requires the whole North to fight. Have you forgotten the Battle of Sodden Mountain, Miwei?"

Mivi, wearing gray and golden armor, ignored Demave's words. She was the princess of Lyria, and gained the right to rule Rivia after marrying the King of Rivia. After her husband's death, she had already regarded Rivia as her responsibility to protect with her life.

She was focused on the distance, as if she had long blocked out all the information from the outside world. After a long while, she said leisurely, "My two sons are leading my subjects to fight the enemy in that city. As a queen, I cannot run away and watch my country fall."

Demave didn't want to say anything more to the stubborn Queen Mivi, so he threw his cloak hard and walked out of the tent.

"Coribon, blow the horn to summon our army, then contact our advisors and prepare to return home." Demave decisively commanded his generals, "Soon, Aedirn will become the front line in the fight against Nilfgaard."

"Damn it, I shouldn't have believed Lannister's crazy talk!" Demave became more and more angry. He drew his sword and cut off a torch. "I even sent my special operations team to follow him! Now none of those elite troops can come back!"

Demave's rule in Aedirn was known for its tyranny, and under such circumstances, no subject dared to say "no" to him.

However, before his general could execute the order, in the military tent he had just left, Queen Mi Wei suddenly shouted in surprise:

"It's fallen! The Nilfgaardian flag has fallen!"

"Blow the trumpet! Charge the whole army!"

The trumpeter who had been waiting for a long time conveyed Queen Mi Wei's order in just two breaths. The military tent that had been ready for a long time suddenly came alive, with the sound of horse hooves and the sound of weapons and armor colliding one after another.

A new round of battle has begun.

"…Your Majesty? We…"

General Aedirn, who was good at observing people's expressions, saw Demave's face change. It was hard to tell whether the expression was anger, surprise, or something more complicated.

"us……"

"charge."

Demave said through gritted teeth.

Even the general who had served in Aedirn for many years could not react to the conflicting orders for a while. Seeing the hesitant expression of the general under his tent, Demave was unceremoniously and slashed at him fiercely with his sword.

Demave was not very strong, and the general's high-grade plate armor was thick, so only a few sparks flew. No one was hurt, but it really scared the general.

"Follow Mi Wei's troops and charge! Such a good opportunity, can't you see it?"

"charge!"

…

Led by the Queen's knights, the Rivia cavalry marched forward without hesitation.

They passed a piece of land that seemed to have been burned by fire, with black armor fragments scattered on the ground. Among them, they could vaguely see a few Livia emblems, and they knew that they were their colleagues who performed the vanguard mission.

It was their sacrifice that made this charge possible.

For the knight class, the combat effectiveness of the North and the South is similar; but if the grassroots troops are added, the gap between the two sides is more than one level.

The South had been at war for years, and even those who remained at the grassroots level were mostly professional soldiers and veterans of the battlefield. With excellent equipment, one Nilfgaardian infantryman could almost fight against two, three, or even five northern soldiers.

However, the number of the black soldiers was always two, three, or even five times that of the northern soldiers. Faced with the black soldiers like a tide, the northerners were defeated without any chance of fighting back in every battle.

But Northern soldiers have one advantage that Southerners will never be able to match - that is morale.

Their queen is right behind them, and this is a battle of honor that they cannot retreat from; in front of them is the capital of Livia, and this is a defensive battle to prevent the country from being destroyed and the family from being ruined.

Even if there is a giant dragon lurking in front of them, the Rivians in the team will charge forward without hesitation.

The horses' hooves rumbled as they stepped over another stretch of land enclosed by ice and snow. At this moment, the ice had melted slightly, revealing a large number of fragments of Black Sun armor and the Silver Sun flag that had been trampled so hard that its true appearance could hardly be seen.

[Ade Fein Division], one of the ace heavy cavalry units of the Nilfgaardians, their defeat gave the Rivians confidence.

Duke Lannister led the coalition soldiers to defeat this force, which means that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers in the North is actually not a problem, and the Rivians are not incapable of defeating the Nilfgaardians!

The black sun flag was getting closer, and the eyes of the Livians were already red. A heroic shout came from the back:

"Charge! Soldiers, I am with you!"

"For Queen Miwei!!"

With a "boom", in order to cross the river, the Nilfgaardians had no other cavalry units except the Ade Fein Division that came to support from Lower Soden. At this moment, their infantry team, with spears and shields, ran into Livia's cavalry!

The black wave immediately seemed to hit a reef and was torn open sharply.

These were the light infantry legions, and therefore they ran the fastest and were the first to engage with the Rivians. Not wanting to think about why the Nilfgaardians would adopt such a ridiculous tactic, actually letting the light infantry and cavalry collide, the Rivians were directly immersed in the joyful charge that they had not enjoyed for a long time.

The lances exploded, and the long swords were drawn out and continued to swing; the horses' hooves rumbled, and the soldiers were charged left and right with enough impact force to kill them.

With swinging left and chopping right, the queen's reckless cavalry team soon appeared in sight.

"Don't stop, there are still Nilfgaardian troops ahead! The defeated troops will be annihilated by our reinforcements behind us, keep charging!"

The brief open space gave the team that had just rushed out of the crowd room to accelerate again, and the cavalry team, which had just fought to their heart's content, was at its peak of morale at this moment.

From a distance, the knights saw that the team ahead had strong armor and thick shields, which would cause some hindrance.

But the Rivians were not afraid of sacrifice. The knights on the front line were about to use their bodies and horses to create a gap in the strong shields for their comrades behind them, but suddenly they heard a melodious horn coming from the rear of the Nilfgaardians.

The Nilfgaardians are highly disciplined and have strict hierarchies. The military law that has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after years of fighting means that no matter how ridiculous the military orders are, they will be carried out without hesitation by the grassroots.

So, the Livians who were charging saw these infantrymen in front of them suddenly stop in front of them, then turn around and leave.

…

The infantry and cavalry charged each other, but halfway through the charge they turned around and left their backs to the enemy cavalry.

What is this tactic?

The cavalry on the front line of Livia were all stunned, but their horses were not. The extra distance of the charge allowed the cavalry to accumulate their strength to the peak. Except for the reduction in the number of people, the power accumulated was almost at the level of the first charge.

"Boom!" The cavalry rammed hard into the back of the retreating infantry regiment. The scene was like a massacre.

"Woo--" the melodious horn sounded again. The black army that had already come into contact with and was chasing the cavalry regiment had entered a rout mode, but the infantrymen at the end of the team suddenly stopped. They were hesitating, as if they wanted to turn back and charge again.

This blocked the others' escape.

Pushing and trampling occurred, and the entire regiment was completely routed. The Livian cavalry felt like a chef cutting meat, but the meat became thicker and thicker as they cut it, and they began to feel a little bit of happiness.

What is the situation of the Nilfgaardians? This question kept popping up in the knights' minds.

…

"Sun, the bugler has gone mad!" The general of the infantry regiment reacted angrily, "Don't worry about the bugle, the whole army listens to my command..."

Even if he would be punished by military law after returning, this general was willing to do so. Given the current situation, he was even worried that he would not be able to return alive.

Suddenly, the Livians felt the soldiers in front of them become solemn. Although they were still a defeated army and still meat under the chef's knife, the sticky cutting feeling was gone.

The expressions of the Livians turned serious, and they knew something had changed.

Then, they saw a sudden fire under the flag of this infantry regiment, and then the Black Sun flag fell.

Then, the infantry regiment became chaotic again, and that sticky cutting feeling returned.

“Your Majesty!” The knights beside Queen Miwei shouted at her, their horses’ hooves deafening. “Something is wrong. This battle is going too smoothly! The Nilfgaardians may have set some traps, and these are baits! Your safety is far more important than anything else, otherwise…”

"What tricks are we worth that the Nilfgaardians can use? Huh?" The queen on the battlefield rudely suppressed the knight's objection, "It's Lann, it must be him! Although I don't know how he did it, this is the best time for us to reclaim our homeland! Keep charging!"

…

What happened next was even more bizarre. As the cavalry advanced, even though the Rivians had not yet come into contact with the enemy, the enemy's flags always fell first, and then the troops began to fall into disarray. At this time, even the Aedirn legion had already charged into the black army, completely turning the southerners into a rout.

Gradually, Mi Wei's cavalry slowed down, and they no longer needed to charge forward. They only needed to use horses to drive away the fleeing troops, and then the fleeing troops would naturally drag their own people along to continue fleeing, creating more fleeing troops. The casualties caused by trampling, fighting and hacking alone would be greater than the charge of the Livians.

The chaotic horn sounds continued to sound, but now no one in black cared about it. The only order the black soldiers could execute was to flee.

Queen Mi Wei still had a sense of unreality. She had long been prepared to kill the enemy herself. However, the fact was that she was not stained with a trace of blood, and the enemy had no chance to break through her guards.

Until a certain moment, the sound of rumbling horse hooves suddenly came from the front. The black army was suddenly pushed aside, revealing a cavalry unit with the same armor and emblem as Queen Mi Wei, but they were led by a knight wearing silver-black armor, with golden hair, and as passionate as a lion.

Lann Lannister Rhaanron, the Lion of Cintra. Although their team had just rushed out from the enemy, their spirit and energy were more than one level stronger than those soldiers who had driven the enemy all the way.

The knights behind the lion looked at him with sparkling eyes, and for a moment they didn't even notice themselves as the queen.

…

War can never be decided by individual factors.

Lan sometimes recalled a story described in a certain literary work he had read in his previous life: a reclusive and powerful man with demigod blood accidentally entered a continent in the midst of a world war.

This strong man naively believed that the leaders of both sides of the war were bewitched by an evil god, and that world peace could be achieved as long as the evil god was killed.

In the end, this demigod destroyed the evil god, and then facts proved that her idea was wrong.

War can never be stopped by eliminating a few individuals. When the intensity of a war rises to a certain level, even if the initiator of the war does not want to fight anymore, his subordinates will push him forward.

For example, Lann's decapitation operation. After the enemy's flag was raised, he could have simply killed the enemy commander and then teleported away.

But what then?

Will an army with tens of thousands of soldiers, clear classes, excellent equipment, complete arms, and a sufficient reserve of middle and low-level officers collapse directly and become a bunch of losers after killing a commander?

No offense, but Lann felt that even if he captured all the senior officers of the other side, the North would not be able to defeat the remaining Nilfgaardians - or in other words, even if he defeated them, he would still suffer losses of 800 and 1,000 respectively.

You know, Nilfgaard still has a large number of reserve troops eyeing them covetously. Lann and his men can't sit back and relax just by winning this battle.

So when Lann led the "bait" troops into battle and found that the heavy cavalry of the [Ade Fein Division] was lured out, he decisively chose to devour the entire army; after breaking into the rear, he took the opportunity to organize a counterattack by the Rivians in the capital; then he spent a lot of effort to capture the entire command group of the Eastern Army Group, as well as the warlock troops.

This was not enough. Lann also broke into the combat divisions and brigades under the army group as much as possible and killed as many officers and generals standing under the military flag as possible.

It was also at this time that Queen Mivi, who had been accumulating anger for who knows how long, arrived with her troops and reinforcements from the Aedirn. Combined with Nilfgaard's disorganized command that could be defined as a "traitor", the Nilfgaard army collapsed and was completely defeated.

Please note that this is not "annihilation" but "destruction".

Nilfgaard still has more soldiers than Adian and the United Kingdom combined.

…

At this moment, Lann, who had handed over the command of the cavalry to Queen Miwei, stood on the city wall of the capital of Livia, watching Queen Miwei leading the army away, knowing in his heart that this was not something that could be resolved in a short time.

Queen Miwei needed to pursue the victory without stopping, drive the Nilfgaardians back to the other side of the Yaruga River, and recapture all of Livia. Otherwise, not to mention the risk of the Black Army reorganizing and setting up camp to resist, increasing casualties, even if the defeated army scattered to the surrounding towns, it would be a loss that Queen Miwei could not afford.

After all, this is an army of tens of thousands of people.

Demavie did stop for a while when passing by the capital of Rivia, especially after seeing the commander of the Eastern Army Group, Duke Darcy, he wanted to talk to Lann.

It seems that he wants to take prisoners.

But Lann no longer needed to give face to Demave. After a cold refusal, he watched him, helpless and furious, continue to follow Queen Mivi and chase the Nilfgaardians.

Although Demave had a bad temper, the good thing was that he had a broad vision and a broad mind. No matter how angry he was, he knew that fighting the Nilfgaardians was the top priority.

With a "boom", a fiery red portal opened beside Lann, and the Cintra people walked out. Their tense faces relaxed slightly after they saw Lann.

They surrounded Lann and stood still. Then the royal advisor of Aedirn came out of the portal and bowed slightly to Lann.

The language conflict between the Duke of Cintra and the King of Aedirn did not affect the attitude of the warlock who served as an advisor.

"Lord Lannister."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Radcliffe." Lan nodded slightly at him. "Next, I'll have to trouble you to communicate with the teleportation array in Cintra. I'll provide the coordinates there."

This matter is over. This is not Lann's war. If he was not worried that the defeat of the United Kingdom would affect the overall situation in Cintra, perhaps he would not stay to fight this war.

If he wanted to maximize the results of this battle, he would need days or even weeks of pursuit, strangulation, and consolidation. That was not something Lann needed to participate in, nor was he willing to participate in it.

I just don’t know what attitudes and reactions the North and the South will have towards the outcome of this war.

Queen Miwei's two sons seemed to want to stay with Lann for a while, saying that they wanted to express their gratitude, but they were politely rejected. Lann was eager to return to Cintra, on the one hand because he was worried about the war situation, and on the other hand because he really missed home.

However, he still put it in a very generous way: "When facing the invasion from the South, the North naturally has the responsibility to advance and retreat together. My help is not something that you two highnesses need to thank too much for. I only hope that if I can meet you two highnesses again on the battlefield against the Black Sun, we can have the opportunity to fight side by side."

Lan could feel that when he said this, the eyes of the two princes seemed to be shining.

…

Sintra, town of Brokilon.

The portal opened wide, and uniformed troops came out one after another.

Several guys with strange eyes in the team covered their heads in unison, and the people next to them supported them considerately.

Lan pressed his temple, opened his eyes, and saw the smiling druid Mossack and the old butler Ens.