In less than twenty minutes, seventy men annihilated five hundred.
When this data came out of the adjutant's mouth, even Marshal Meno Kuhorn, who had seen much and lived a lifetime of military service, couldn't help but twitch his lips.
His eyes showed surprise.
He placed his hands on the table and looked down at the topographic map, immediately finding the temporary military post mentioned in the report that had been attacked.
His superb tactical awareness was unmistakable; as soon as he saw this location, he had already thought of nearly six or seven ways to breach the military post in his mind.
But ultimately, those were just methods to 'breach the post.'
In the end, he still couldn't understand how the enemy's kill efficiency, which could be described as terrifying, came to be.
The Niflgaard Marshal looked down at the map and asked without turning his head.
"Are there traces of magic there? Is there a wandering Warlock in that guerrilla squad?"
