Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1192 1174. Connected Messages

"Are you all okay?"

Lan came from the front of the team, looking at the dwarves, Sakia, and a small number of elves and half-elves in the team.

"Well, we didn't lose many people." Yarpan came out of the hug with Zoltan, and he looked at Lan who was walking over with a low mood.

"Thanks to you running out to have fun with that sorceress, when the fire started, no one in the team could suppress the fire at all."

"I know you just experienced a battle and almost lost a friend, so you are in a bad mood now." Lan heard the sarcasm in Yarpan's words, and he shook his head. "But I did have something important at the time, Yarpan. It was really important."

The dwarf's lips hidden under the lush beard stammered twice, and finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, man. I was really scared just now. I was so scared of the eyes of Dahlberg and his mother that I was shaking all over."

"It's not your fault, Yarpen."

Lane patted his shoulder.

"Now, can you tell me what happened during my absence?"

The demon hunter looked around with an ambiguous look, "This is too coincidental."

"There's nothing to say. We expected this to happen, didn't we?" Zoltan wiped his face covered with soot with his sleeve.

"The Scoia'tael came to attack, and then people died on both sides. Then they quickly withdrew."

Zoltan, whose cockscomb was dyed black, had walked through the gates of hell, but he was still open-minded and cheerful.

He shrugged: "It's just that their attack was really neat and tidy this time, and none of us could react."

No one refuted Zoltan's summary.

Everyone was leaning against the wreckage of the carriage, or simply sitting on the ground. Some were bandaging their wounds, or quickly filling their throats with saliva and dry food.

Fighting is the most tiring sport.

But this also shows that what he said is roughly correct.

But Lan En was keenly aware of something wrong.

He tilted his head: "You mean those squirrel party came suddenly and retreated suddenly? Only dozens of corpses were left behind?"

"That's the case." Yarpan said, holding a piece of unburned canvas in his hand, calling other dwarves to sort things out together.

"But this is not right."

"What's wrong?" Zoltan walked to Yarpan to help, and when he passed by Lan En's legs, he said nonchalantly, "Guerrillas, don't they emphasize sudden attacks, quick in and out?"

"Sudden attacks, quick in and quick out. This is a correct summary of guerrillas." Lan En squatted down and stroked the sword marks on the wreckage of a carriage. "But this is not the strategy of the Scoia'tael."

"Ah?"

Zoltan looked confused.

"The Scoia'tael is small in number, but they have to kill a large number of humans. Every attack they make is valuable, that is, every attack is planned to achieve the greatest results."

Lan's fingers tapped the broken wheel.

"They can't disrupt the enemy by constant harassment like regular guerrillas. Instead, they seek to achieve victory through one, only, and well-prepared attack. Otherwise, the scarce manpower can't be turned around."

"But this time? They obviously launched a hasty attack without much reconnaissance and planning."

At this time, the dwarves who were still busy gradually stopped their actions, and tasted Lan's words a little stunned.

Yalpan and Zoltan looked at each other and scratched their heads.

It seems to be the case?

They are all dwarves who have spent a lot of time in the human world. The world is not good, and you don't know when a guerrilla will pop up in a small country.

Or simply a professional officer who has received military training, organized a group of deserters to become bandits and gangsters.

This is basically the guerrilla model in their cognition.

They have also encountered attacks by the Squirrel Party before, and their style is indeed very similar to these things on the surface.

But Lan En now has a deeper vision, directly pointing to the difference between the guerrilla style of the Squirrel Party and other guerrillas 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.

"Now that you mention it." Zoltan wiped his face, and his sleeves were stained with black and gray, "It seems to be true!"

"Then they," Yarpan also scratched his beard, "those Squirrel Party, violated the tactical habits they have always had, what is the purpose?"

"Yes, why? This is not the fighting style of the Squirrel Party. It is not to achieve the greatest results in one strike, but it seems to be..."

Lan En said, looking at the broken wheel in front of him.

The wheel was originally mounted on a carriage, but now, looking around the whole place, there are countless wreckages of carriages.

The weapons, bread, dried vegetables, cheese, and water bags that were originally loaded on it were scattered all over the ground.

"It seems to be stalling for time!"

The squirrel party, who should have tried to resolve the battle quickly, began to stall for time.

After Lan En extracted this information, it was immediately incorporated into the information chain that Mentos had been building in his brain.

Suddenly, Lan En's eyes under his hood widened, as if he had figured out something.

He reached out and turned over the broken wheel in front of him, because there was an arrow from the Squirrel Party stuck in the spokes of the other side of the wood.

At this moment, Triss, who had been using magic to temporarily relieve the pain for Buchter, also trotted over, holding a broken arrow stained with blood and fresh muscle fibers in her hand.

"You definitely don't know what I found!"

She said as she approached Lan En, holding the broken arrow in her hand and stretching it forward.

"I think I already know." Lan En said calmly, while reaching out to pull out the arrow shot on the wheel spoke.

Triss's arrowhead stained with blood and meat fibers came to Lan En, and the two arrows were placed together.

On the arrowhead of the triangular pyramid, each edge bounced a thin needle.

Exactly the same as the arrowhead they found in that area!

In an instant, although there were still many things that were not understood, the information collected by Mentos was enough to form an information chain.

Lann stood up suddenly and walked towards the rear of the vanguard team, which was more chaotic and had more baggage personnel.

"Hey, what are you doing, man?" Zoltan shouted from behind, "He's busy at the back!"

"He's going to save your lives!" Triss shook her head at the dwarves and quickly followed.

The anxious look clearly showed that the two of them had a master-servant relationship.

The dwarves, as well as Sakia and other people in the vanguard reconnaissance team, all raised their eyebrows and blinked their eyes when they saw this scene.

After all, this matter now seems to be a little different from the illusion they had with a bit of ambiguity before.

"Uh, Sakia." Yarpan approached the female warrior who had just fought side by side with him, pulled her hand and asked, "I can vaguely feel that his identity is not simple, but let the always arrogant female sorceress be like this..."

Yarpan's bearded face seemed a little distorted, and it seemed that he had also been in contact with the female sorceress group before. Very clear about the personality characteristics of this group of people.

"You have been in contact with him for the longest time, right? Do you have any" the dwarf rubbed his fingers very secretly, "Gossip?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Yarpan." Sakia frowned and looked at the backs of Lan and Triss who were walking together, "I don't know his name yet."

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Walk all the way to the rear of the convoy.

Yarpan was right. The Scoia Party seemed to have planned it in advance. The attack on the rear convoy was more fierce than that on the front.

But this method of focusing on destroying vehicles and baggage also confirmed Lan's guess.

Along the way, the soldiers or followers under Heward were surprised that Triss followed Lan.

But on the other hand, they all looked at the two with rejection and disgust.

After all, Triss had agreed to be entertained by Heward as a magic support and royal messenger sent by Foltest.

Now, when the Scoia'tael attacked, no one saw what the rumored "important and powerful" sorceress did.

Many people didn't even see her at all.

So the people who were already in a bad attitude now became even more serious.

"Look who this is?" Knight Thales said unkindly when he walked to the center of the convoy, in the chaos and wreckage.

There were black marks of burns on his blood-red cloak, and his armor was also stained with blood.

"The sorceress said he was going to give us magic support, but in the attack just now we didn't see the fire suppressed, nor did we see the horses and livestock being appeased!"

"Did you forget all your evil and dirty witchcraft when you indulged in pleasure with this man?"

A circle of White Rose Knights surrounded Duke Heward. This middle-aged man could not hide his fatigue and blackened face at this time.

Normally, he would "stop" the knights who believed in the Eternal Fire from disrespecting the royal advisors at an appropriate time.

But today, it seems that he is also resentful, so that he is just looking at this side coldly, and he is too lazy to pretend that he didn't see it.

But at this moment, Triss undoubtedly doesn't want to beat around the bush with this important duke of Temeria.

After all, the person in charge has changed now.

Knight Taylors, who sprayed venom on Triss and looked at the witch with hatred, turned his head and found that there was a tall figure standing in front of him that blocked his entire vision.

Under the hood, a pair of slightly shining cat's eyes looked down at him.

"I have to discuss something with Duke Shiward 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's eyes, but he didn't take it too seriously.

"It's Prince Seaward!" He emphasized, "And do you really think that you can have the honor of meeting the prince by having sex with evil magic users a few times?"

"Do you think anyone will give you face because of the power of the devil? Then you are wrong, bitch's lackey!"

Lan En had no expression on his face.

He just nodded to show that he understood what Thales meant, and looked at Seaward who was surrounded in a circle, and found that he didn't care.

Then, the demon hunter said softly.

"Kill five first."